#what if i just edit stuff i already wrote instead

[im-still-watching-anime]

ughhhhh writing is so HARD what do you MEAN it took me two and a half hours to write 900 words

[seventh-district]

several days and 15 thousand words later, i am relieved to report that the suffocating urge to Write Something has been sated and no longer has me in a chokehold

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hiii, Nini! Can I please request a Sigma x male reader fic with impact play? We've seen Sigma in fics getting absolutely decimated by the reader LMAO- I almost feel bad, so here's a twist, this is light impact play. Instead of spanks/floggers he can brace for, nope, feathers that make him jump out of his skin every time, giggling despite himself because wtf he's taken so much worse-. I think he'd absolutely lose it with the lighter/gentler stuff more so than the harder stuff purely because of how flustered he'd get XD. Ps I'm making it canon, you cannot look at him and tell me that stressed-as-hell man ain't ticklish.

Ahhhh so true!!! I imagine him as very sensitive and ticklish as well, like 🤤🤤 also since the gender wasn’t mentioned anywhere, you can interpret it however you want :]

Dom!reader x sub!sigma - reader is gn neutral

Warning: tickling/soft impact play, teasing, humiliation, slight dacryphilia (can’t write a fic without good’ol dacryphilia), using his hair as a brush???

Edit: started & finished this in the middle of the night, I’m so tired and I didn’t proof read it, also my brain is cooked idk what I did here

It’s been too quiet these days. Too boring, too mundane, too relaxing. There were many adjectives that would fit this little dilemma you were facing, called ‘dying of boredom’. You’ve been waiting around for your sweetheart to make a mistake, just so you’d have a reason to punish him. Yet how could it be that he’s so perfect in every way possible? You weren’t even exaggerating or meaning to sing his praises, heck you wanted him to be a little more human!

Otherwise you couldn’t think of a good reason to pull him out of his busy schedule, just to have him all to yourself, in such a selfish way. He wouldn’t agree, everyone knows how he puts his work above everything else. Such a horrible work ethic he has. Whatever, no one is perfect, even the manager of the sky casino will have to slip up somewhere, and you were way too eager to find it.

Sigma was just signing some documents as you watched him over his shoulder, taking sneaky peeks as if he hasn’t noticed you already. At this point he was probably wondering what you were doing. It didn’t bother you in the slightest, in fact, you knew due to you being so close, he’d get nervous and overthinking again. Something along the lines of: Did you want something from him? Why were you watching him all silently, so creepily?

And there it was— what you’ve been waiting for! “Sigma~ gosh, you clumsy thing! You wrote down the wrong date there, look.” You pointed it out a little too enthusiastically, eyes sparkling like morning sunlight, reflecting how excited you were. He glanced at you funnily, probably baffled why you were so happy about it. “Ah- yes, I see, uhh.. thanks, y/n.” Sigma furrowed his brows for a split second, then turned his attentions back to the papers. Though before he could continue writing, you snatched the pen out of his hand.

“Nope, you made a mistake sigma, and such a simple one as well. Tsk tsk tsk.” You faked a disappointment sigh, and facepalmed, putting your acting skills to use, “I’ll need to punish you, don’t you think?” So that’s what you’ve been waiting for, and probably the reason why you were so full of glee earlier. “A-are you serious..? For such a small thing?” Sigma looked taken aback, leaning his head back until he met your eyes. A slight blush was already convering his pale cheeks, such a naughty boy, he was excited as well.

“Why of course, it was a grave mistake after all. Stand up.” He was more ready to comply than you thought, not making any fuss as he stood up. “Good boy, now sit on the table.” You moved the chair away, pinning his body between your arms and gripping the edge of the furniture. Sigma glanced at you a few times, seemingly surprised with your demand. To be honest he expected you to bend him over your lap. This was fine as well, in fact, this position would prove itself to be more comfortable than what he initially predicted.

You were close, all up in his intimate space. He swore he could feel the heat radiating off your body. A slight blush covered his cheeks as he waited for your orders, already feeling the effects you had on him. It was almost terrifying how much control you had with just a few words. “Come on, you know how it goes. Strip.” After waiting for what felt like forever, you smirked as you whispered to him. “Ah- right. Sorry.” The boy replied half-minded, hands moving up to unbutton his vest.

This wouldn’t have been all that humiliating if it wasn’t for the fact that you were staring him up and down like some prey, watching his every move as he peeled off one layer after another. “Can’t you.. look in the other way?” He muttered in a meek voice, currently taking his pants off. “I’ve seen you nude plenty times darling,” you reached for his hands and helped him undress, “why are you still embarrassed?”

“You- stop teasing me..” The way his face flushed even more while he desperately tried to shake your hands off was so precious, you couldn’t stop grinning. “Ever thought it’s part of the punishment?” You asked, grabbing his thighs and spreading them apart. They were soft to the touch, and so squishy, his skin was flawless. “Ah-ahh… I’m- I’m really getting punished… over that little mistake?” He bawled his hands into fists, biting his lips to stop the trembling.

“I mean what I said.” He inhaled shakily, and breathed an equally unsure exhale. Eyes glossed over and half-lidded, body burning under your every touch. Poor boy was just preparing for the worst. You gave him a reassuring smile, then raised your hand right over his thighs. So it was going to be spanking, he thought and squeezed his eyes together. To his surprise, instead of the painful slap he expected, he was met with a teasing one. In response his body twitched involuntarily, and his eyes ripped open.

He didn’t flinch because of the pain, no there was no pain to speak of. There were only a soft, faintly red mark that gradually appeared on his inner thigh. Pretty much nothing worth mentioning, you left more marks when you grabbed his skin to spread his legs. “Erm… Y/n?” He couldn’t help but question your actions. That was a slip up, right? He’s taken so much worse, compared to all that you were basically caressing him.

Suddenly, another slap, though just as soft and gentle as the first one, making him jump out of his seat. “Wait- y/n, what are you doing?” It was such a light slap, can you even call it one? Wouldn’t tap be a more fitting description? “Punishing you. Why, do you want to be bullied instead?” You teased, followed by another slap, this time on the other thigh, and his toes curled. Why did this feel even more embarrassing than anything else? The sound was way louder and more dramatic than the actual impact.

“Ah- no but, seriously, what are you doing?” Out of nowhere you slapped his chest, once again it wasn’t painful in the slightest. He tensed together, still able to feel your touch in the places you’ve touched. “Shhh, be good and endure it for me, alright?” Instead of answering him, you stroked his fluffy hair, and smiled all self confident. The look on his face screamed confusion, but he trusted you, and so he simply swallowed the lump in his throat.

You grabbed a strain of his hair, one of the longer locks, sliding your hand through them, a little amazed at how untangled his hair was. As soon as you reached the ends, you held it fairly firm in your hand, and used it like a brush to graze over his skin. First over his cheeks just to annoy him, earning yourself a glare from him, then a feather-light brush over his nipples. He really didn’t know where you were going with this, but god did it rile him up.

It tickled, and it was so foreign, he couldn’t help but subconsciously clench his thighs together. Hands trembling from clenching his fists too hard, the pounding of his own heart echoing in his ears. You made sure to not touch him anywhere except with your hands, which made him all the more sensitive. Those touches were driving him mad, and that fact itself made him all the more flustered. You were barely doing anything, how could it be that he wanted to cry amidst all these sensations?

Soft, muffled whimpers slipped from his swollen lips, he arched his back forward whenever everything became too much. “Hnng- please, ah.. stop the t-teasing…! Hmm..!!” You carefully traced a line down his belly, resting your makeshift brush around his pelvis and moving it in a circling motion. As if all this wasn’t humiliating enough, he now knew why you had him sit on the table. All so you could observe his every move, every shameful expression and listen to every shaky breath he exhaled.

“Look at you getting all excited just from a few touches, you are way more needy than you’d like to admit, aren’t you?” “HnnGh..~ p-please.. ah-!!”He whined again, feeling you finally, finally giving his neglected dick some attention. Only using one finger to lazily rub his tip a few times, before using his hair to brush over the already sticky gland. His precum slowly dribbled from his slit, down his shaft before getting smeared around by you. “So messy.” Was all you had to say.

“Y/n, y-you’re so Mnn.. mean,” he squirmed around, shaking his head as tears rolled down his crimson cheeks, “I-i wanna cum…” you tilted your head to the side, sliding the bush of hair over his inner thighs, “that’s not how you ask for things, baby.” Then you used your other hand to rub his tears away, it ended up with him crying even more. “Such a crybaby, why don’t you try asking nicely?”

He gulped, trying to cease the sobbing for a moment, bending forwards as he let his head drop. The shame was eating at him, but he really couldn’t do this anymore~ which is why he looked up at you like a lost puppy, with glistening eyes and rosy lips, shaking ever so slightly as he begged, “please.. ha-Ahhh…I-i wanna cum♥︎ please m-make me c-cum..!!♡♡♥︎”

You smiled, staying quiet for a moment to raise the intensity and anticipation, then wrapped your arms around his shivering body. “You’ve been so good for me, and good boys deserve to be rewarded.”

[iamlostsomewhereinthegarden]

Obey Me Brothers and when you feeling their sin turns them on

So as a community we’ve mostly assumed that the brothers can feel when we use or feel their sin so what about times when they get turned on when feeling you feel their sin their certain times

Btw this was written so fast it’s not even funny, it just took me a lot of time to edit and post to tumblr because I wrote this all in one day in one session

TW: GN!Reader, Nsfw not actually in there but is heavily implied and meantioned(I mean look at the title dude)

Lucifer

Lucifer gets harder when he sees and feels how prideful you are when you bottom out on dick, and gets hard when he knows you’re doing indecent stuff with his brothers and feel pride. The thought of you feeling his sin while doing something so sinful turns him on so quick

Mammon

Mammon, when he has to go somewhere with someone or for something but you don’t want him to go because he’s yours and you want him, want him now, want him under you in your arms because you’re greedy and right now you don’t want to share your first man. That gets Mammon rock fucking hard and when you are just being greedy without meaning to fuck him well he ignores that raging hard-on for more time with you. Hey, he can be greedy too~

Leviathan

Levi (Funnily enough this was just going to be a Levi thing because he’s my fave and I started off thinking/daydreaming about this idea with him but there’s potential with all the brothers), when you feel envious of whoever is with him. He feels you being envious of something or someone and turns around to look at what you’re jealous of only to see that you’re already looking in his direction, he freaks out wondering what he did only to realize the focus isn’t on him but on the person that’s with him right now instead of you and that immediately makes his cock rock hard. You mean you want to be with this smelly loser otaku and that you’re jealous of the person whose with him right now hoooooooly fuck. Also when you see his body and the rock hard abs he has despite gaming 24/7 and not doing anything compared to your body that even if you tried to reach his figure the slightest thing done wrong or not managed properly will ruin that figure gets him so fucking hard because you want his body? Holy shit you want to be like him, you want him, you’re jealous of him, well come on MC there’s something else on his body you should look at, won’t you come and see?

Satan

Satan similar to Levi gets turned on when you’re pissed at someone for being with him, or bothering him when you have his attention. You feel this for him? You’re pissed that you can’t have him all for yourself? Don’t worry you can spend all the time you want with him in his room, and while you guys are there why don’t you take care of the boner you gave him with your cute little anger. Gets hard when arguing with you, the wrath and anger you are sending in his direction is absolutely fucking delicious, he just fuck it out of you to make you pliant and calm to his whims. Satan also gets hard when you’re pissed at him for not giving you attention, well, if it’s attention you want then it’s attention you have hun! Don’t worry you’ll get love soon.

Asmodeous

Asmo is always horny and he definitely gets hard or harder when feeling your lust, you want to fuck don’t you? You want loving, don't you? Don’t worry if someone is not providing it for you he’s there to help you with it, and even if you are being assisted you’ll still find him there lurking and ready to pounce once he gets the chance to. As the avatar of lust he feels it the most and makes it his duty for it to all be okay~

Beelzebub

Beelzebub’s is when you’re already fucked out but you want more, you want more of whatever they can give you whether it’s in a sex scenario or a regular scenario, seeing you want more and more and more gets him going, you’re just like him right now, hungering for more and more even if you might not be able to take it and seeing as he’s a big boy that thought gets his dick really hard. Good luck with whatever hole you’re dealing with, or Beel’s dealing with.

Belphie

Belphie is when you’re so tired but so determined to do what you want when fucking, it’s cute to him that you’re fighting sleep because you’re so determined and so want to fuck, awwww such a little minx you are. Also loves when you’re tired and wants to fuck but has him do the work for once in his life, ofc he’ll do the week for his sleepy darling. He especially gets hard though when you’re asleep and you have wet dreams or just become incredibly horny in your sleep, because he feels that lust mixing in with your sleepy tiredness. The things you do to this sleepy boy makes him not so sleepy anymore you know~

Taglist: @kisakis-boyfriend

[rispwr]

KNJ - short drabble (F,M)

contents : not detailed sex, joonie is a boob guy, jungkooks crush on namjoon joke mentioned, oc is shy, edits of namjoon.

pairings : idol! KNJ x fem! reader

wc : 1,3k

note : this isn't really an explicit sex like what i usually write nd stuff cuz i wrote this on my phone in the car and this had been sitting in my notes for a very long time so i wanted to show yall? also this was written back in may lmaooo

I was lying on the bed, casually scrolling through TikTok when I stumbled upon an edit of my boyfriend, Namjoon. Now, normally, I didn’t mind people editing and thirsting over him. because, well, I already knew he was mine, but this particular edit was different. It stuck with me.

It was crazy. One second, I was just watching it, and the next, I was saving it to my phone. Then, somehow, I ended up sending it to Yoongi.

Not long after, I was ranting to him like a lovesick fool about how hot Namjoon looked in the video.

Me: attaches 5 videos Yoongs: omygod y/n what the fuck Yoongs: why are you sending me edits of Namjoon Me: LOOK Me: DO YOU SEE THAT?? Yoongs: i know, i have eyes Me: is this real Yoongs: you’re just dreaming Me: stfu Me: can’t you believe it??? i’m fucking dating namjoon?? Yoongs: yes, you are Me: THE KIM NAMJOON? Yoongs: why can’t you just rant this shit to him instead? Me: it’s too embarrassing Yoongs: omygod i’m telling this to namjoon hyung Me: NO😭😭 Yoongs: i have to finish up doing my work. go talk to jungkook instead. he’ll definitely support you on that one Me: can’t Yoongs: why? Me: he’ll be the one obsessing over them instead Yoongs: omygod

I sighed, putting my phone down for a second before I heard the bedroom door creak open. My heart jumped when I saw Namjoon walk in, looking utterly exhausted but still ridiculously handsome. He immediately made his way over to the bed, collapsing onto me with a content sigh.

“Missed you,” he murmured against my chest, his deep voice vibrating through me. He lifted his head slightly, only to be greeted by my guilty expression.

“Why do you look like that? You’re scaring me,” he said, furrowing his brows.

I scrambled to turn off my phone, but instead of hitting the power button, I accidentally cranked the volume up. My heart sank as Namjoon’s voice boomed from the intro of the edit, followed by Pillowtalk by Zayn.

Oh, god.

Namjoon’s head snapped toward my phone. “What’s that?” he asked suspiciously, his lips twitching in amusement.

“Nothing!” I yelped, frantically trying to hide my phone under the pillow. But it was too late. The video was already playing, and his face appeared on the screen in all his edited, slow-motion glory.

Namjoon burst into laughter, his dimples on full display. “You were watching edits of me?” he asked, his tone a mix of surprise and amusement.

I opened my mouth to deny it, but no words came out. Before I could say anything, he suddenly flipped us over, making me squeal as I landed on top of him.

“Joon!” I gasped, but he just grinned up at me, his eyes sparkling with adoration.

“You’re unbelievable,” he teased, shaking his head. His dimples were still out in full force, and I couldn’t resist.

“I…” I pecked his dimple. “Love…” Another peck. “You.” One more peck for good measure.

Namjoon’s face flushed a deep shade of red as he looked up at me, his smile softening. He reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering against my skin. “You’re the most beautiful woman ever,” he whispered in English, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

The intensity of his gaze made my heart race. God, how did I get so lucky?

Namjoon's gaze darkened slightly, His fingers slid down my sides, brushing over my waist as though memorizing the curve of my body. His hands were firm but gentle as they gripped my hips, pulling me closer, his warm skin pressing into mine.

His lips returned to mine, but this time, the kiss was hotter, hungrier. His tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring me with slow, deliberate strokes that made me melt beneath him. His hand trailed back to my bare chest, cupping me gently, his thumb brushing over my sensitive skin. I gasped against his mouth, and he pulled back just enough to murmur, “That’s it, baby… let me hear you.”

I felt his words ripple through me, heat pooling low in my belly as his kisses grew bolder, trailing from my neck down to my collarbone. Each press of his lips was slow, intentional, as though he wanted to savor every moment, every sound I made. His hand slid lower, gripping my waist again, his thumbs rubbing slow circles into my skin as he whispered, “You’re so perfect, so soft…”

His lips reached the valley between my breasts, his breath warm and teasing as he glanced up at me. “You’re trembling,” he noted with a soft chuckle, his deep voice laced with affection.

“Because of you,” I managed to whisper, my voice shaky as I threaded my fingers through his hair, tugging gently.

His smile widened before he dipped lower, trailing hot kisses down my stomach, pausing just above the waistband of my panties. His fingers toyed with the fabric, brushing over my hips, and he looked up again, his eyes filled with nothing but adoration. “Tell me you’re okay, baby,” he murmured.

I nodded quickly, my heart racing. “I’m more than okay,” I whispered, and his smile returned, softer this time.

“Good,” he said, his fingers sliding under the waistband, slowly pulling the fabric down. Every movement was torturously slow, deliberate, as if he wanted me to feel every second of his touch. Once the last barrier was gone, he leaned back for a moment, his eyes roaming my body appreciatively, as though taking in every inch of me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured again, his voice deeper now, rough with need.

“Namjoon…” I breathed his name, my cheeks flushing as I reached out to him. He let me tug him closer, his body pressing against mine once again.

When he pressed himself between my legs, I could feel just how hard he was through his briefs. The heat of him sent shivers through me, and I arched up against him instinctively, a soft whimper escaping my lips. That sound seemed to shake something in him, his hips pressing against mine as his lips claimed mine in a fiery kiss.

I tugged at the waistband of his briefs, my fingers brushing over his bare skin as he groaned softly. “Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice strained but still impossibly gentle. “We’ve got all night. I’m not rushing this.”

He helped me slide them down, his arousal springing free, and my breath hitched as I took him in. He was perfect, just like the rest of him, and when he caught the way my eyes lingered, he smirked slightly. “Don’t get shy on me now,” he teased, leaning down to kiss me again, his hands bracketing my head.

As he lined himself up, his movements were slow, careful, his gaze locked on mine. “I’ll go easy,” he promised, his voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

I nodded, my hands clutching his shoulders, and when he finally pushed into me, it was impossibly slow, every inch sending sparks of pleasure through my body. He paused when he was fully seated, his forehead pressed to mine, his breath heavy and uneven. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine. “So perfect for me.”

He started to move then, his hips rocking into mine in a slow, steady rhythm. Every thrust was measured, deliberate, as though he wanted to savor every moment, every reaction he drew from me. His lips found my neck again, kissing and nipping softly as his hands slid under me, gripping my hips to pull me closer.

“Namjoon…” I gasped, my fingers digging into his back as pleasure built steadily, overwhelming and all-consuming.

“That’s it,” he murmured against my skin. “Let go for me, baby. Just feel me.”

His movements never faltered, his pace unhurried but deeply passionate, and when I finally reached my peak, it was with his name spilling from my lips, my body trembling beneath him. He followed shortly after, his breath catching as he buried himself deep inside me, his body tensing before he collapsed against me, his arms wrapping around me tightly.

For a moment, neither of us moved, our breaths mingling as we came down from the high. Then Namjoon shifted, pulling me into his chest and kissing my forehead softly.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, his voice tender.

I nodded, a soft smile spreading across my lips as I snuggled closer to him. “More than okay,” I murmured, my voice sleepy but content.

He smiled down at me, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. “Good. Because I’m not done loving you yet.”

[kedreeva]

Hello, I've been following you since Good Omens~ I'm currently writing a fic, and it is growing bigger than I expected. So much so that I'm kind of at a lost on how to outline/draft it. If you have any tips you don't mind sharing on how to better plot a story, I would really appreciate it. :)

I can tell you what I do! It requires a little background.

Back in HS, I had a class about writing essays. Basically, it goes like this- you write on a page "intro, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, conclusion." Then you go back, and after each #1 (or as many as you want), you fill in a major argument/point you're making on your topic, and then under each #1, you write 2, 2, 2, 2, or however many you want. The trick is that each #2 must relate to what was said in its matching #1. If needed, you can add #3s under any #2 that needs it, again each #3 must relate to what was said in #2. It's mostly fill-in-the blank writing from there, and then you go back and fill in the intro/conclusion to match what you wrote.

ANYWAY story PLOTTING is kind of the same thing, to me, except instead of the intro/conclusion being the last thing I do, they're the anchors of the rest. I look at where I want the characters to be at the start, and where I want them to be at the end, and then I look at what needs to happen in the middle to get from point A to point B. I write down what major events need to happen (like #1s), and then under those, which building events need to lead up to them (like adding #2s), and if any minor events/character developments need to happen to get to the building events (like #3s).

Once i know what needs to happen, I block out any chapters, particularly if I know I need to get certain chapters to end on certain notes, and once i know what the chapter frames look like, I do a quick "first draft" kind of sketchy write up (as if I'm quickly summarizing for/telling a friend what happened) of a scene-by-scene. That way I know what to expect going into a chapter, and I know what to expect for the overall.

Importantly, if I don't really know what happens, I leave that room in the outline. USUALLY it becomes apparent what needs to happen, as I go through writing, because stuff happens (in the story) while I'm writing that makes it clearer. if not, then I write it wrong and see why it's wrong, and that sometimes makes something clearer. If THAT doesn't work, then I go to friends or strangers and ask for help. There's a lot of people out there happy to rubber duck with you, or to be beta readers, you just have to be very clear about what you actually need from them (for example, if you want storybuilding advice you can tell them to avoid picking at grammar or spelling, especially since whatever it is may change as you edit or rewrite).

Also importantly, it's okay to change your mind AND it's okay to edit previous chapters as needed while you are writing. EVEN if they are already posted to AO3. Anyone reading a WIP is likely to understand that the story is under construction and sometimes that means stuff changes. Sometimes, when you're writing along, you find out if you make a change to something in the past, it rewires a bunch of stuff down the line, or at least opens a door for you to get where you wanna go with the plot.

And sometimes... sometimes you just need to take a break. Sometimes you're trying to pour from an empty cup.

Good luck with it!

[akanegotlost]

Prolouge (Batman x Aunt!Reader)

This is a few of origin I wrote for reader and will be edit in the future if I decide a few changes but so far this my perspective. Pardon my first time my writing like fr. Any ideas are welcome :D (I need friend in DC fandom ngl) warning: My eng is bad and possible multiple typos

Reader is little sister of Bruce. She's only few months old when their parents gone. Reader's existence is secret.

Unlike Bruce cold stare, she's a walking ball of sunshine but still inherit those features but only use it on necessary times

Reader live in the manor and get get proper education like a normal person to not make it suspicious

Reader known as grandchild of Alfred and study in medical course. Also involve with Batman stuff and work as a spy for him (Alfred teach her :))

Bruce afraid the recognition of reader to the media so he make a new identity so that she can live normally. Reader didn't get mad when she know, she saw how Bruce facing those medias and paparazzis make her uncomfortable. (found out herself out of curiosity)

Strongly against Bruce idea to get a kid (robins) involved in the activities that they doing

Become mother figure to the Robins instead. Always be in touch when the Robins out to mission and get their injuries shecked every patrol they did

Getting more protective after listening to their (Robins) story and traumas. Accidentally calling them as "baby/baby bird" many times and end up used to it

Jason's death making a huge impact to reader. Set an attempt to kill Joker herself but got stopped by Batman himself

Reader choose to live outside the manor to cool off her head from grieving. After 2 months living alone, she decided to settle things out with Bruce

Once she get to the Batcave and saw another Robin (Tim) instead of Bruce make her rage when she saw him just arrive. (imagine she punch shit outta him and pull his collar down to her level to talk some shit out)

She knows there was a tracker planted in her body as well during 2 months of her absence within manor before. She get furious when she found out about the tracker and operate to pull it out herself and bring it everywhere she go to play along

End up arguing infront of the new Robin (Tim) and accidentally get him into the arguments. After realize what she let out, she walk out from the manor

With a heavy heart, reader push away Alfred's word of advise and plea. She left the tracker and all of electronic stuff in an empty apartment (gurl i would torture myself if i ever did that)

Already prepared a new identity and passport just in case. Dressed up and move out from the city (to Blüdhaven we go-)

Put up a new mask and suit to make things right in her own way as ...

[the-s1lly-corner]

How do you think the digital circus crew would react to a new member who genuinely to want to stay and doesn't want to leave at all?

TADC cast x reader who doesnt wanna leave the circus !

i lied about the previous post being the nights last post, imma spit out one more before i call it a night!! hope this is okay anon, this one may be a little on the short side; maybe.. i always write these notes before everything and forget to edit them accordingly

wrote this as general reactions instead of platonic/romantic/whatever relationship stuff! i like to imagine reader says this when the topic of trying to find an exit comes up... like imagine the atmosphere the looks the !!

CAINE:

hey i mean, hes not gonna stop you from not leaving! caines part is a little weird, since ive seen so many theories on his whole deal and i like them all, i cant settle on just one idea and roll with it... i think he would be thrilled that you want to stay, though.. doesnt have to remind you there is no escape because youre not interested in it... i think he would casually ask why you dont want to leave, though, its not often he finds someone whos content, at least not content without the loss of hope

POMNI:

she was the one who brought up trying to find an exit, again.. she kind of just looks at you with confusion written all over her face. she asks you if you meant that you have given up on trying to escape. you assure her that you just dont want to leave, giving up has nothing to do with it. she just gapes her mouth, before closing. blinks twice, and just asks why. why stay in a program like this? you cant provide an answer that seems to appease her, though... definitely some weird and confused looks from her

RAGATHA:

she doesnt know what to think of it. ragatha herself has come to terms with her position. like sure if there were a plan to escape that truly seemed like it would work, i think she would jump on it and try to leave.. i dont think she would pry you for answers, she believes you have your own personal reasons

JAX:

honestly i dont think he would care, assuming this is as i said in the note above where the topic of escape comes up and you guys arent dating or like best friends. i mean its your life and hes not going to argue with you, if you wanna be stuck in this shithole thats your business. oddly enough doesnt use it as ammo against you, though, and he bullies everyone over just about anything... maybe he cant come up with a cool nickname that makes sense, or otherwise find a way to make fun of you... but. idk

KINGER:

i think kinger would like to escape but i think he just accepted hes going to be stuck here forever. now if he had someone to fight for and be with and they wanted to leave, he would follow them. otherwise hes content with staying put because he doesnt have much incentive or desire remaining to leave. being there for years and seeing so many people fall does that to a person

ZOOBLE:

very similar to jax, in the case that its your business, of course this is assuming you guys arent close to one another. theyre not going to lecture you on how to go about your life. nothing to say here that wasnt already said in jax's segment

GANGLE:

gives you a soft and meek "but why" when you speak up to the group that you dont plan on leaving when pomni brings the topic up. you offer a shrug, or just say you dont want to leave. true utter confusion, and in a dark way believes that you prefer this world over the real one; even when your memories are smeared and burned, if any remain at all

[bomikalover]

Did my yearly rewatch of Austin and Ally (all 4 seasons) and now I’m hyper fixated on it. So I decided to yap my head off on here so if you don’t care for anything A&A specific then just scroll and enjoy my other posts or edits of the stuff you do like 🫶🏾

Anywaysss, why I’m here.

AUSTIN AND ALLY’S PARENTS ARENT GOOD PARENTS!!

There i said it.

The only one I give slack is Ally’s mom as she mostly lives in Africa for work (I think?? I kinda black out the parents storyline since I’m here for any else but the parents) plus she wrote a book and when she was in Miami with Ally she spent all her time WITH HER DAUGHTER. She gave advice, presents, and even gave her an opportunity to sing at her event which was the event she overcame her greatest fear. She was polite and sweet to all the kids, put effort to talking to them, and getting to known them. We’ve seen her for maybe 2-3 episodes TOPS in the whole show but I never disliked her. Do I think she could have had a talk with her ex-husband and made him work at his own business?? Yes but they spilt for a reason and maybe she was just already mentally clocked out of anything dealing with him…cuz I know I am.

Her dad on the other hand I majorly dislike. He opened a business just to leave in the hands of his only daughter between ages 14-18 while she was already occupied with school and then her career as an artist. Plus she had friends and a young life that she wanted to live. Fortunately Ally was lucky her 3 friends stuck around all day in Sonic Boom helping out and hanging there instead of completely leaving Ally out since she was constantly busy with work.

He was also extremely cheap. Like being cheap with urself is fine but with ur daughter is a whole nother thing. Like when he gave her emergency funds for when she went to go on tour with Austin and she actually needed it as she was stranded in an unknown state. Just to find out that her dad only gave her $6 and an expired coupon. She once again was on her own and performed for her own well-being.

And he was also unsupportive of Ally sometimes. Like in the first episode when he said that she had one in a billion chance of making it into the music industry. (Austin’s dad said that as well, but we’ll get to him later) WHAT?! Is it so hard to be supportive of ur daughter. (He does support her in future episodes but for me it’s says a lot that the first impression we get of her father is that he’s unsupportive and only wants her to run the family store)

Speaking of no support and forcing their child to follow their footsteps…Mike and Mimi Moon.

They also came out the bat being unsupportive but seemed to care enough to not force Austin to work at the Mattress Kingdom. But they heavily offered the job every time something went slightly off course with Austin’s Career. (Him getting vocal nodes or when he chose loving Ally over his career that he’s been passionately working on for years)

Both of A&A’s parents were just letting their kids travel by themselves or go on tour by themselves. (It’s EXTREMELY common for parents to be MIA in kids tv but these rubbed me the wrong way) like we rarely saw Mr.Dawson at Ally’s performances Vice versa with Austin and his parents. It took Austin having to go the doctors or Ally moving away super far to accomplish her goals to get their attention.

I’m not surprised Auslly has such a strong unbreakable bond when they’re two only children with neglectful parents who are unsupportive of their dreams. They have no one to relate to and share the passion with beside each other. They both have best friends that have been in their lives YEARS before each other yet Auslly talk of each other as if that’s all they have is each other. (Side note: the way Auslly write their songs make me question how much stuff they truly went through together. Like “You can come to me” lyrics are so sweet and intimate but also so deep but it’s extremely evident that they are singing these lyrics to each other and only each other. Like they surpassed hurdles that Dez and Trish weren’t there to surpass with them. I wonder how much of Auslly we haven’t seen and will never see.)

Dez and Trish aren’t only children like Austin & Ally. Dez has a (older?) sister and Trish has a little brother. Both their families seemed extremely happy, loving, and outwardly supportive of them…I can’t say the same for Austin and Ally.

I could go on and on about this topic alone but I’ll spare your eyes from all the reading and stop yapping. But I’ll gladly talk about all my other thoughts about certain A&A things. Like the Auslly dynamic in a whole, why Austin’s passion for music is so strong, or even why Trish can’t keep a job.

But that’s a yapper-sation for another time.

[jetra4ivor]

3-4 of my posts regarding the Minecraft Movie have gone viral. And as someone who has never had a post go viral before I gotta say…

I do not like it.

Maybe on other websites it’s not a big deal, but here on tumblr it is a nightmare.

The biggest issue is that it’s really hard to filter the reblogs and be able to respond to things. If I’m like scrolling down through the reblogs to see what people are saying or writing, the SECOND a new reblog or like comes in tumblr INSTANTLY jumps me back up to the top. Because tumblr wants me to see that someone new is reblogging my posts.

And when you’re only dealing with 1 or 2 new reblogs or likes every few minutes or hours… not a problem.

But when it’s literally multiple times a SECOND? Omg… I can’t scroll down. I can’t keep up. It’s just CONSTANTLY snapping me back up to the top and I can’t scroll through anything and see what people are saying!!!

I was hoping after a few days it would slow down… BUT IT HASN’T. The only way I’ve been able to respond to anything lately is by manually finding the individual posts or reblogs themselves and scrolling through the comments there instead.

The second issue is that tumblr keeps your post as it was reblogged. Even if you edit the post later to fix a spelling or grammar mistake, tumblr keeps the incorrect version of the post if that was reblogged before you corrected things.

And for example, in one of the viral posts my phone auto corrected “Piglins” to “pigeons.” And I didn’t notice it at first until the post was well into being viral and someone pointed it out. But even after I corrected the mistake, it had been reblogged so many times now that the incorrect version is all anyone sees. So I’m still getting people telling me I wrote it wrong LONG after I already fixed it 😭

I post primarily about gay MCSM content. Specifically involving female Jessie and Petra. I don’t generally post about other Minecraft stuff, as I try to keep my blog focused on MCSM related content. I probably wouldn’t mind too much if going viral meant more people saw some of the gay MCSM content I reblog or talk about…

But none of the viral reblogging has transferred over into any of my other posts. Which is sad because one of the viral posts is about people talking about how good MCSM is. After nearly a decade of people talking down on MCSM it’s so fantastic to see so many people stepping up and defending it and saying it was good… but none of that positivity is spreading into any of my other posts about the game!

You guys actually liked MCSM? Please… come into the MCSM fandom! Inject your love of the game into this fandom! We NEED you here! We’ve felt so isolated and small! Where have you all been? Why won’t you join us here and create new art or talk about your favorite characters or moments?

Why hasn’t any of my viral success transferred into more fans of the game joining the MCSM community? 😭 It’s so gratifying to see the love of MCSM in the comments to the Minecraft Movie trailer… why isn’t that resulting in more people coming into the fandom on tumblr?

Don’t get me wrong… it’s nice that people liked some of my posts enough for them to go viral. But the way tumblr works makes going viral really difficult to deal with and I’m not seeing the cross pollination of MCSM fans into any of the OTHER posts I’ve made about MCSM!

I just want more people talking about the lesbian block people! You came here for the Minecraft Movie Trailer dissing… please stay for the lesbian block people!

[she-who-fights-and-writes]

Do you have any advice for writing your first draft?

I’ve just finished an outline for a fic of mine, and like all my projects I abandoned them at the first draft because I lose interest in the story.

So, how can I stay interested long enough to complete my draft and move on to actually finishing the story?

HOW TO WRITE A FIRST DRAFT

A first draft is the hardest draft you will ever write; it’s creating something from nothing, without the benefit of using a previous draft as a base. Obstacles such as writer’s block and motivation may oppose you at every turn, and it can be easy to get sidetracked and frustrated when you have ideas for the “middle” of the story but somehow can’t get to it. 

Just know that everyone is different and writes in a way that works for them, so don’t feel pressured if these tips don’t work for you or don't fit your style of writing!

1. Start With a Good Outline

Since you don’t have a previous draft as a foundation for your writing, your outline will take the place of this! Refer to my posts below:

How to Outline

Plotting for Pansters and Pantsing for Plotters

You can also refer to my FAQ, which includes a variety of resources on getting started. This includes posts on how to get into writing fiction, how to write consistently, and how to combat writer's block!

2. Know that You Don’t Have to Write in Chronological Order

Write what inspires you! If you have no idea what your first scene is going to be but have very specific ideas about a coffee shop interaction during the middle of the book,  write the coffee shop scene instead of staring at your blank word doc for an hour and giving up!

Writing is better than not writing, even if it’s not the part of your story that you “need” to get done. In fact, it can be easier (and more cohesive!) to write all of the major scenes you’re excited about first and connect them together, than to write out everything in the order from start to finish.

3. Give Yourself Permission to Write Incomprehensible Garbage

This goes hand-in-hand with the tips I highlight in my post about overcoming writer’s block. When it comes to a first draft, DONE IS BETTER THAN PERFECT, and QUANTITY OVER QUALITY. It is totally okay if your first draft is covered in placeholders for scenes and conversations that you don’t feel like writing.

For example, rather than getting stuck on writing about your characters on the car ride to the carnival, just write and highlight in red “THEY DRIVE TO THE CARNIVAL” and come back to it later. That way, you can have fun actually writing the carnival scene instead of struggling to write the stuff leading up to it. Momentum is the key to getting your first draft done, not producing writing that “sounds good.”

If you’re just going to go back and edit it later, why bother getting stuck on that now? This leads me into my next point:

4. STOP EDITING!!!

When it comes to a first draft, opening up the doc and editing the things you already wrote for the 712123979843th time is not progress; now you just have one REALLY good scene and no rest of the story. Save the editing for later; you’re more likely to lose steam and feel stuck if you keep getting caught on the same things over and over again. 

I am calling myself out on this one, as I am INCREDIBLY guilty of using editing and rewriting as an excuse to not write new material, but unfortunately it has to be said. Having it in your mind that you’re making progress when in reality you’re using editing as an avoidant technique will not help you in the long run (as much as I wish it would). 

This can sometimes be helped by writing each chapter (or scene that’s getting you stuck) in a new document so that you have no choice but to focus on what you’re currently writing; sometimes the temptations of editing are too great to resist when you have all of your writing in one place!

5. Set Specific Goals and Document Your Progress

Setting goals helps you break up the huge task of “writing a book” into more manageable chunks. 

For example, heading into a writing session with the goal “finish this chapter” or “finish this scene” or “write this dialogue” can make it easier to overcome writer’s block; you are solely dedicating your focus on doing this specific task, and are less likely to get distracted. It’s better than barging head-first into it with no direction, and may also have the added bonus of keeping your writing cohesive.

Documenting your progress can help hold you accountable for reaching the goals that you set. If you like to perform under pressure, maybe you can document your progress online or with a friend; that way, you feel a bit of a pushback from outside sources to get things done! Keeping consistent will also help in maintaining a steady flow of inspiration—you’re always thinking ahead!

However, you should remember that life happens, so don’t beat yourself up if you’re struggling to reach your goals or deadlines! Nobody is a writing machine!

Hope this helps, and happy writing!

[void-chara]

@mcytblrholidayexchange gift for @irrealisms !! you had lots of prompt ideas for writing, but not for art, so i hope you're happy with eclipse federation misery and agony compilation, plus song lyrics

lyric credits: Temporary - Chase Petra / Stranger - The Mechanisms / Easier - The Crane Wives (appears four times) / Two Birds - Regina Spektor / Little Soldiers - The Crane Wives (appears twice) / Heretic Pride - The Mountain Goats

feel free to ask if you want me to adjust some text to make it more readable or something, i think it looks fine but i know different peoples eyes and devices are different, and if i had more time i would definitely have spent more time messing with the colors on everything

speaking. of time. im really sorry i took so long ._. i kind of suck at estimating how long projects will take and how much time i have. thanks for being so patient!!

oh, also, some lyrics and drawings have story reasons for being grouped together, and some went where they looked good. uh. ideally id make sure everything had reason for its location, but this is one area where i did correctly estimate my time, instead of getting stuck in the planning phase.

also in the process of typing all this ive already gone back twice to change stuff in the images and re-add them to the post lol

OH also!! the part where vitalasy jumps off to his death! is as far as i can tell NOT canon accurate!! all the footage shows him jumping off the prison, since thats where he respawns. i didnt think to check this until after id already drawn most of the stuff, and already had the prison drawn, and i didnt want to reorganize the drawing. im telling myself that we only see a few of the later deaths and so theoretically the first one could have been jumping off a grassy ledge somewhere but its still bothering me and i needed to mention it.

anyway yeah really hope you like it i tried some new stuff with this one im not sure how well it turned out and thanks again for being so patient!!

EDITING TO ADD SOME MORE WORDS!!! i love talking about my art! so first, all the text on signs and stuff i did go back and look at videos and vods to make sure was entirely accurate, and i wrote all the words entirely by myself. for the lyrics and other text(death message and DELIVERANCE), i used a text tool first to make sure the words would be neat and where i needed them, and then traced over that on a new layer and deleted the original text layer. my handwritting fucking sucks always no matter what, this was a very necessary step. also! this is officially the first thing i have drawn entirely on my phone, rather than on my ipad like i used to do! also i dont use a stylus of any type i just draw with my finger lol.

[bonefries]

Foxhoney - 49 OR ladies in red - 18 🫶 Love seeing your oc x canon stuff :^)

THANK YOU LOVEY! So I actually started writing this for another number but realized I wrote it best for this one instead. I hope its okay! Still trying to grasp a writing style.

Foxhoney | OC x Canon | Franco/Eli | mini fic + tink and stranger make appearances | minimal editing | 49: Kiss out of necessity

"Franco don't!" Elizabeta would shout, not but a few feet away. Her hand out stretched in the drug lord's direction. Tinker reared their head from behind her, spectating from her radius with silence and caution.

"AH! AH! Make one more fuckin move and I'll blow'ya friend's pretty little face clean off his goddamn shoulders!" Bambino would threaten as he locked his eyes with Tink at Eli's hip.

Lupara in hand, finger holding the trigger, barrel pressed firmly against the side of a Stranger's face. Franco was pushing the gun with such a force that it was causing drool to pool inside the reagents's cheek. He could swear that he tasted rust. Like blood. As if the pressure of the gun to his jaw was making his teeth shift.

"Press it a little harder." Stranger mumbled between his tongue and the gun, only to hiss as Franco did just that.

"Shut your fuckin mouth, whore. I got'a status to uphold here, ya'see?" The mobster sneared, shaking his captive by the scruff of the neck aggressively with the other hand.

Stranger would tilt his head away as he was shaken, absolutely repulsed by how close Franco was to his face. The mans breath was unimaginably foul. Cigar smoke and alcohol, and a pungent souring smell. Probably from whatever in gods named he consumed just prior to their encounter. With eyes that molded an anguished expression, Stranger looked at Elizabeta as though to plead for help.

The giantess would perk the corner of her red lips as she gave Stranger a wink. One Franco wouldn't catch onto as Tink had been making faces at him from behind her to try and disrupt his guard. Once a man-child always a man-child, especially in the game of making funny, or rather grosteque, expressions. But it only frustrated his short temper, and the fuse was being blown on.

"I guess little Bambino doesn't wanna try Mama's new lipstick, huh?" Eli would pucker her lips, and draw her eyelids down like a curtain over a windowsill. The skin of her cheeks turning red as she huffed and puffed a loud and annoyed sigh into the air. Right then and there Stranger could already feel the tension lightly raise from the side of his face. Franco could never really keep himself focused when it came to Eli's games.

"Eh?" Bambino would shoot an inquisitive glance to Elizabeta, finally breaking his eye contact with Tinker. "W-What are you'goin on about?" There was an urgency in his stutter, and Stranger could hear him clear his throat as though it had suddenly gone dry.

"Ugh, I can't believe ya'Frankie! I got a real nice smuggled new lipstick, I got all dolled up for ya. But I guess you don't WANT my kisses if you're gonna use that nasty Lupara on my friend." Oh she begged, she pleaded. Throwing her head back in despair, top of hand to her forehead as she sighed longingly. Eli did all in her power to perform as genuinely as she was capable. And for a fleeting second, the glint in her eye hit Stranger's, and he knew what that meant.

"You're such a cruel little boy." Eli pouted, batting her thick eyelashes. The cakey dust of her eyeshadow clumping along the creases of her eyes, but still managing to shimmer just enough that there was an iridescence to it.

"N-No! Lizzy baby, I swear I didn't mean it. Honest!" It only took seconds before Stranger was being shoved away. A slight jingle from his rig as he hit the concrete and glass on the ground below. Despite Bambino's childish mannerisms, he was a brute. And he certainly had the strength of one too, proven from the grunt of air that was forced out of Stranger's body upon falling. A red imprint would blemish his cheek as markings showed where Lupara had been kissing his skin.

Franco would trot that little Napoleon trot right up to Lizzy. Head tilting back as he had to look up at her to make eye contact. Across his face was a smitten, snaggle toothed smile. Lizzy's pout had gradually turned into a sly smirk as he got closer and closer. His ready and willingness almost made her drool, and she could feel her stomach churn under her composure.

"Thats my sweet little Bambi." She said, as her hands reached foward to caress Franco's face. Holding him steady and looking into his eyes with a warm deception. Gently she planted a kiss on his forehead, marked by her lipstick faintly. Her tacky make up giving a bit of an extra stick and pull. A minor sensation of the flesh that Franco would soak in as his eyes fluttered shut, making a small releieveing sigh of approval. His fuse was snuffed out.

"Oh mother..." He whined as the greed boiled over in his chest. It wasn't enough. Please. Not just there.

"I think this color looks real good on ya' Mr.Barbi." Lizzy's voice shifted from warm to hot as she bent further to plant various delicate kisses along his cheeks and brow bone.

"Mmmm..so sexy." Franco purred to his lovely vixen. The sentiment made Lizzy's upper lip twitch as she bared a grin at him. Lightly she bunny kissed her nose to his before pressing onto Franco's mouth with a pressure that would ensure there would be a dark red set of lips staining his mouth.

As Lizzy distracted, Tinker would slip away from her side without the mobster giving them much notice. They would crawl over to Stranger, whom was rubbing his cheek. Gloved fingers would snag against the welt that began to take form.

" I'll never understand how she does it..." There was a hint of disgust from Stranger's voice as him and Tinker looked over at them.

They were cooing and giggling at each other, like 'lovers' do.

[fictionalhoedown]

Stanford Pines x Self-Insert

Summary ;; Ford Pines discovers a strange glowing red flower, obviously he brings it back to the shack to bring it underground and study it. But Stanley has other plans, seeing it as a business opportunity, but of course he messes it up

~~~~ (I'm sorry I forgot to use they/them pronouns so this is a Stan x female self insert)~~~~

EdIt;: Im rly sorry if its bad, its been a long while since I wrote fanfic but I love this man to death I need this ;( y'all would tell me if this is shit or not right? pls hlp

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Stanley's POV

Ford comes barreling in with something glowing red in his hands "the hell is that?" his brother didn't reply, instead he neatly stacked his books and gently places on the diner table a black pot with a large glowing flower.

Similar to a Lily, three long tubes with large pollen balls on each end gently emited small visible spores. I get irritated that he's ignoring me, again, and turn the tv off to lessen the noise "hey dick face!".

He looks at me with the highest form of disrespect, "Can you please tell me what the hell that thing is doing in my living room?" Ford huffed and straightened his glasses.

"techniqly this is my house Stanley. secondly! I don't know! I found it today. But I do know that I need to drive to my lab and retrieve some nessecary equipment items that I think would be beneficial of concealing this thing until I can learn more~"

The nerdy Pine brother looked 'too' excited about this research, "riiiiight, because playing with a flower is scientific?" my brother groans again "god why are you so childish! Just let me be happy about this discovery" I held my hands up in defense.

As he packed somethings up, he takes a step and looks at me very seriously, "listen Stan, I'm gonna be gone a while. Please, do not sell the damn flower in your freak shop. And more importantly. Do. Not. Touch. It."

I look back at the flower, everything about it calling to me to not sell it but cause general mischief for my brother and his nerdy hobbies. "yeah yeah, I promise! Jeez, you really think so low of your own blood?" he rolls his eyes and exits the living room with a sarcastic "yes.".

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Self-Insert's POV

My cold wet hair dripped down my hot skin, I wrapped the towel around my chest, securing it well, then clipping the bottom, for no unnecessary 'drafts' of wind.

I combed my hair back out of my face and misted some perfume on before leaving the bathroom with the intention of going to my room and getting dressed. Until, !CRASH!

Rushing down the stairs with zero regards for slipping on my ass, I make it to the bottom to find Stanley Pines, my dear close friend, face covered in what looked like red spray paint and a broken flower pot with soil on the ground.

"Stan! What the- " I run to his side, holding his face with my hands to inspect the damage. I sprint to the kitchen and get some wet paper towels, trying to gently remove the mystery color from his face.

"Yeah yeah I know, Ford told me not to touch it already. But I didn't techniqly!" As I am dabbing his nose with the wet towel I give him a 'bruh' look. He protests "I'm serious! That damn flower basically farted this stuff in my face!" I laugh at his explanation.

As I finish cleaning the last of the flower spores from his eyes and nose, I notice an unfamiliar heat radiating from him like he was a mobile fireplace. Looking at his face, I see without the spores he is very flushed and red faces, a gentle sweat beginning at his bushy silver brows.

I put my lips to his forehead to feel his temperture, only to be met with an iron skillet burning my face, "Ow! Good Lord, how are you still alive! Your burning like grits with no butter!" I push the hair from his dripping face, to better see, he seems shy and sheepish? Stanley Pines? Shy?

Stanley's POV

I can't handle it, god this was such a mistake, I should have listened to Ford! Her glowing skin was the only thing I could pay attention to, as she spoke it was like how adults speak in cartoons.

When she was cleaning my eyes with the paper towel, I felt her breath, it sent chills through my whole body, like I was a teenager again! Her neck looked so... exposed... My body was turning up the heat like it was thanksgiving day.

I unconsciously trailed my eyes downward, (Self-Insert) continued her health assessment check with me, all my senses got more and more sensative. The TV volume was on low but it sounded like it was wracking inside my skull.

The living room light looked so bright and yellow for my eyes, I thought they were gonna dry away to dust. (Self-Insert)'s smell, fueling me into my lungs and straight to my member, so sweet, like honey and vanilla.

Her touch, as she nervously holds onto my arm for foundation, I can't think about anything else but the electrical storm going on with her beautiful body being pressed up against my old ass having a stroke on the floor in my fucking boxers. Real charming Stanley.

I unknowingly found myself gripping her wrist to bring her closer, hooking my arm around her waist and cupping each hip perversely. "T-Toots-... I can't... think... I don't think I... can even breath right now... but-" looking up deep into her eyes, the tent on me rises high to the sky.

Self-Insert's POV

The elder man aggressively shoved me, falling to my back but not hitting my head, thanks to his hand engulfing the back of my skull. Stanley's arms were firmly planted next to my head, his girtle not present but his very, very large lower half pushing past my legs, nothing but the thin blue and white striped cloth gently laying against my womanhood like a dog sitting on top of the bun.

"I can't explain how much I want- no..." Stanley falls forward, dipping his head to my throat like he's gonna rip it all out, "Need you~" I watch carefully, scared but, weirdly excited? His giant hands engulfing my wrists, the heart violently beating against his palm, "Stan." I say, to try and get his attention.

Suddenly rocking his hips to an imaginary song, he shifted his hands from my wrists to my biceps, pushing his weight on me as both our pre-cum juices covered and soaked his boxers. I couldn't run, the man was 5x larger than me, and I mean, It's not like it doesn't feel good~

Stanley grunted exhastedly, looking like a horny boy humping his pillow. The stubble on his face scratched all over me as he open mouth licked me like a loli-pop and drunkenly sucked hickies from my throat to my collarbones, he kept saying stuff like "I swear. you taste so good.", "I wish I could eat you like cake~", "say my name again, and I think I'll bust".

Gently removing himself from licking my neck, Stan suddenly rips my towel open, my no longer steaming body, hitting the freezing cold ac air of the mystery shack. Not saying a word, a small dripple of saliva dripping from his lip as sweat poured from his face.

His calloused fingers found their way to my chest with no hesitation, picking each bud with his pointer and thumb and rolling them around, my breath hitched as he pulled and let them fall back watching the buds grow stuffer and pinker "pretty, pink, buds" he murmurs.

While he gawked and played with my titties, I open my legs a bit more, adding to the closeness, his shaft firmly pressed to my soaking entrance. Reaching for the elastic of his boxers, I stick my thumbs in, circling around his waist and intending to push them down, feeling his swelled tip bed for attention.

!!EHEM!!-

Stanley's POV

(Self-Insert) sat in my lap as we watched my favorite romantic drama movie, my brother sat at the table next to us, toying with his glowing flower, that surprisingly lived.

Ford gagged once more, like he did for the 100th time, "I fucking hate you Stanley.".

I groan and drop my arm from the air dramatically, "Jesus fucking Christ Ford I already said I was in the wrong and I was sorry. How was I supposed to know it was gonna spit some sexy love juice in my face!" (Self-Insert) chuckled nervously as her face turned beat read again.

"Lets all of us just forget it okay. Please? Ugh~"

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I"M SO SORRY THAT WAS BAD- It was rushed and I'm finishing this at one thirty In the morning- AND I ALSO WORK- the lengths I go for horniness...

pls like...

<3

[anogete]

Hi. Update of random shit in case anyone cares.

The scary test I was stressed over in the fall when I was posting my last fic? It was the CFP (Certified Financial Planner) exam. Yes, I passed it. The designation requires a bachelor's degree, so I had to go back to school to finish my last 10 classes. Then I had to take 7 more classes that are pre-reqs for the exam. Then I spent probably 700 hours attempting to cram everything you could think of related to personal finance (my god, there is a metric shit ton) into my head. The designation also requires 5,000 hours of experience in the planning field (which I thankfully already had). By the time I passed the test, I was no longer proud of the accomplishment, just relieved to have it behind me.

Work was intensely busy in November and December. I got little reading and no writing done.

I have a WIP featuring the Darcy/Rumlow pairing that has been languishing on my computer since 2020. To be honest, I've mosty forgotten what the conflict driving the plot was going to be. I think I was trying to tie it into the events of Wandavision. Took place after the show and had Monica Rambeau and Darcy kinda sorta working together and trying to figure out what, if anything, crossing the barrier that Wanda had thrown up did to them. Of course, Rumlow is alive and scarred and back with the good guys. And also really annoyed that his recent gunshot wound stuck him on desk duty watching the nerds complete their physicals as part of employee onboarding. Darcy doesn't want to have gym class with Rumlow, and Rumlow doesn't want to be there either but he's also kinda into the sassy brunette who tried to sweet talk him into passing her without making her run a mile. In the chapter or two I did write, the banter between Darcy and Rumlow was so fun, so I'd love to go back to it and try to move it along.

I got sucked into reading Draco/Hermione fanfic recently. Blame those damn Snow edits from the latest Hunger Games movie. Guys, I have never read those books or seen the movies, but blonde Tom Blyth is looking like the fanfic Draco of my dreams. How dare. This rabbit hole led to me deciding I needed to write a Dramione piece. It's maybe 6 pages and has gone nowhere even though I have a vague idea of the plot. My muse is struggling.

I found my old folder of all the fic I wrote in the past 20 years. There are still a couple hockey fics I haven't posted to AO3. There are also Anita Blake fics (I was a hardcore Anita/Edward girlie) and Harry Potter fics (don't cancel me but I used to write Snape/Hermione; NO student/teacher stuff though). I think I have an old Doctor Who fic featuring Nine/Rose (yes, I'm a Nine girlie). And a very old Forgotten Realms fic that paired Catti-Brie up with Jarlaxle. Look, I don't know. It was ages ago. With the exception of the hockey fics, I do not think any of these are of the same quality I've posted on AO3, but I've been toying with the idea of trying to clean them up and posting them so more of my work is archived together instead of spread over various fan sites. Does anyone have any interest at all in reading this shit? Like, at all?

I decided 2024 is going to be my book binding era. I bound isthisselfcare's Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love a couple weeks ago. I did all the typesetting with the help of some macros. Printed it, folded the signatures (the booklets that comprise the book), sewed them together with waxed linen thread, glued the text block together with some mull, and used chip board and book cloth to make the case. It feels and looks like a book, y'all! I could do a better job with lining the signatures up when punching the holes for sewing and with the measurements on the case, but overall I am pretty proud of it. If anyone is interested, I can link a nice tutorial series on TT and/or post progress pictures I took during my book binding experiment. I have to say, it's exciting to have the ability to put my fav fanfics on my physical bookshelf.

[elizmanderson]

2024 wrap-up, part 1

part two | part three | part four

[ABBA voice] here we go again, my my—

anyway, now that I've put that song in your head, let's look back at my year

writing

book stuff

as you may know, my second book, The Keeper of Lonely Spirits, releases in March 2025! so I spent much of this year editing, then editing some more, then line editing, then copy editing, then going over pass pages, then over more pass pages... the process never ends (until it's too late to make changes)

(artist: Xuan Loc Xuan)

if you find any typos in the final book come March, instead of being annoyed about them, you should recognize their determination and give them an award for MVT (most valuable typo) and a kiss on their lil typewritten forehead. because they made it not only through my own fifty six thousand rereads, but also through my agent, my editor, my copy editor, and my proofreader, and I think almost every single one of those people went through the book at least twice

anyway, The Keeper of Lonely Spirits is a cozy fantasy about an old man cursed with immortality who hunts ghosts rather than making mortal friends who will die one day. when the residents of an Ohio town beset by a vengeful spirit adopt him as their own, he must decide: leave to protect his heart, or stay to save their lives?

link to StoryGraph listing

link to signed preorders through my local indie

link to unsigned preorders through the publisher

I also received my first ever trade reviews, one of which was a starred review from Library Journal! trade reviews can convince booksellers and libraries to purchase the book, especially if positive, especially if starred. they look good on a book's resume

read the reviews here:

link to Library Journal review

link to Publishers Weekly review

short stories

because I was so busy with novel stuff, I only wrote one short story this year. part of one short story. back at the start of January.

you know what happened? I let it sit for a few days for reasons I no longer remember, and when I came back I couldn't remember quite where I was going with it a l a s

anyway it's a queer Cinderella-inspired short, and I'd love to magically figure out a direction for it afresh so I can finish it in 2025

in-progress stuff

...we still won't talk about how revising last year's cozy mystery is going, but in my defense (a) I've been on deadline for other things and (b) just nine chapters in I had already strayed so far from my scene list that I had to rethink the whole book, whoops

mostly, I've been working on the second book that this publisher bought, which has resulted in a very terrible first draft full of so many footnotes and brackets that I would almost call it a zero draft, except I can't bring myself to use that term*

(*for myself. y'all use it as much as you like, if you like it)

literally it was 79,000 words, 6,000 words of which were footnotes-to-self so as not to ruin my fancy WIP aesthetic (Blackadder and Perpetua ftw) with comments

anyway, then there was a marginally less terrible second draft, which is what my editor got (a respectable 98,000 words with zero footnotes and almost zero brackets)

THEN I was supposed to take a break and not think about the book again until my editor read it and got back to me...but instead I immediately wrote a brand new synopsis, sent it to her like "seriously you don't even have to read the version I already sent you bc it's gonna look so different," and then a couple weeks later whoops turned around started rewriting the whole story

which isn't going great bc I really DO need a break, I can TELL I need a break, but unfortunately when it comes to writing my brain is like "NO BREAK. ONLY WRITE >:[" which is Not Good. but I am trying to let myself casually poke at it instead of going hard and getting it done fast enough to send to my editor before she can even read the version she has lolol, so that's something

no-context spoilers for this WIP:

(tried finding the original post but could not, so screenshot from the internet it is)

that's it for part one! part two to follow is here! link to part two