#wip : press start

[mobblespsycho100]

smth so good abt labru besides the obvious thing (narrative foils) is also the fact that laios is such an open book / wears his heart on his sleeve and honest down to earth guy that he just loops back around to being unpredictable . like the fuckin, “its not even a monster??” laios fav food reveal is such a funny bit because like . okay. its hilarious that kabru who’s whole thing is being able to read people super well and remember all these details abt them is just so utterly blind when it comes to laios. hes like shooting a dart everywhere and it hits the general direction but at the same time the trajectory is just so off because laios does something bizarre that kabru has to reorient his chart of “stuff abt laios touden” and scramble things around. its like a game. a flow chart of . whatever the fuck

basically Kabru, the guy who knows everything there is to know about everyone. V.S this enigma who isn’t even that mysterious just autistic and easily misunderstood

[revenantlore]

we are wading into the climax of press start

Rem needs to get up. Out of bed. Call Oliver. Or 911. Both. Get his ass out of here finally.

Makes it a few inches down the mattress, legs swinging over the edge, when vertigo swoops over and plunges him back down. Rem pulls his free hand over his eyes to dull the sensation. Breathes through the dizzying swell of nausea and disorientation.

There’s a ringing in the distance.

Two. Three. Four trills.

The phone?

Eyes flying open, Rem makes another attempt at standing.

Pauses when voices join the ringing.

Familiar yet muddled like it’s coming from behind a waterfall.

“Rem’s not able to come to the door. He’s—sick.” Ross’s warbled voice, shaky like he’s nervous.

More sounds Rem can’t quite place, loud and sudden, followed by a string of rough curses.

The bedroom door flies open with a squeak and a burst of light. A gasp and a flurry of hands reaching and grasping towards him, sharp breaths and a fleeting hesitance.

Everything is a haze of color and movement.

Oli’s impossible voice drifting in and out of focus, here and near and also far.

Rem’s muscles ache and strain in protest when he is lifted from the sweat-and-blood-damp mattress. Into someone’s arms.

An adjustment or two and he settles there against a warm chest coated in fabric that smells like home.

[astramachina]

happy monday i'm torn on what to work on first: the harrowing journals of an antarctic explorer or the equally harrowing journals of a disgruntled security guard.

[roguelioness]

wip wednesday

Shamelessly starting the tag cause I finally have something to share :D

Tagging @myreia, @thevikingwoman, @galadae, @bearlytolerant, @galadrieljones, @birues, @lilas, @ohmypawsandwhiskers, @redinkofshame, @tadpole-apocalypse, @darethshirl and honestly if you want to share something take this as your tag :D

(under cut, set post-enw but no spoilers. tw for some mild nsfw and dissociation during sex)

She spurs him on, heels digging into the small of his back, spine arched away from the mattress. “More,” she demands, “harder,” but Estinien can see she's not with him fully, her words sounding almost mechanical. Stilling within her – a difficult task, the visible veins on his forearms a testament to his restraint – he takes a closer look at her face, dismayed and alarmed to find her gaze distant, her body tense not with pleasure but what he recognizes to be a bracing for incoming pain.

She wants him to hurt her. The very idea brings sorrow and anger with it.  She has been this way ever since he and Aymeric brought her back to Ishgard to aid her recovery from the events that had nearly cost her her life. He wants, so desperately, to help her, and his frustration at his own helplessness leaks out into his words, making them sound harsher than he intended them to be.

“No,” he says in a low growl, turning her face back to his when she would look away. “You cannot make me a part of whatever punishment you think you deserve. You are not allowed to use my love as a bludgeon. You will take my affection in the form I choose to bestow it, and you will do so knowing you deserve it.”

Alyzen stares at him, lust-hazy gaze slowly cooling to fill with tears instead. Next to them, Aymeric murmurs with concern, shifting to where he can better see her face.

“Cherie?” he carefully, gently wipes away the first few drops that slide down her cheeks. “Do you want us to stop?” 

She lets out a sob, a choked, wet, ugly sound, turns to bury her face in his chest. Estinien pulls out of her, his arousal rapidly cooling, when she makes a dismayed whine and looks at him. “No, please,” she says, her sobs softening. “I want you. I want you both. Please.”

[grimmweepers]

why is making out so hot

[justyourtypicalwriter]

HI EVERYONE!!!

To anyone who has read my fics Non-Stop Notifications and/or Press Start For Total Calamity, THEY WILL RETURN IN JULY!

I wanna be able to finish at LEAST finish NSN before the end of summer. Currently awaiting the end of exam season, then I’m gonna take a bit to regroup my thoughts and plan the plots more so I can spoil you rotten<333

[batslime]

“ive got enough going on rn i need to finish what ive started” five mins later:

[revvethasmythh]

Me? doing WIP Wednesday? It's more likely than you think (I'm waiting for things to bake and I'm bored but also maybe I'll start doing this more consistently).

“Luc,” she started hesitantly. “Are you sure you want to do this? I’ve lived this life before and it’s…it’s pretty dangerous.”

“What’s the worst that can happen? I die?” Luc scoffed and bumped her shoulder with his. “Been there, done that, Mom. What’s left to be afraid of, really?”

Veth sighed heavily. “Oh, baby, a whole world of things.”

He was quiet for a long moment, staring out over the wharf, watching the waves roil and glisten in the setting sun. She watched him as he watched it, seeing the way he sighed in contentment as he looked out over the endless waters. There was an adventurer in him, no doubt about it. “I do know that, Mom,” he said softly. “I’m not stupid. I’m not…completely naive. I’ve seen Aunt Yasha and Aunt Beau’s scars. I’ve talked—I mean, I talk to Caleb a lot. Still. I know it’s not all fun and games. But I just—I’ve got to. I want to. Even knowing the risks.”

“That makes you pretty brave, kiddo,” Veth managed, throat suddenly tight. 

“Not braver than you,” he said with more assurance than was warranted. 

Veth laughed. “Oh yes, it makes you much braver than me. You think I would have chosen the life of an adventurer under other circumstances? If I’d had any other choice?”

Luc’s brow furrowed. “Come on, Mom. Don’t pretend you didn’t like at least some of it. I know you did, otherwise you never would have taught me any of the things you did.”

She had to give him that. “No, you’re right. I did. Unexpectedly, of course. But I did it because I had nothing—and I mean nothing—left to lose at the time. I didn’t have family. I was pretty alone. And, well, there was a whole slew of other reasons. But I didn’t start out knowingly. And I was scared all the time, for a very long time. I was, uh, not the bravest, you know. At least, not at first.” She rubbed his shoulder and then pressed a little kiss there. “I like that you think highly of me. But you’re grown now, Luc. You should know that I shouldn’t be idolized. I wasn’t as much of a hero as you think I was.”

Luc scoffed again, this time louder. “Oh, come on,” he said. “Not a hero? You saved the world, Mom! How many people have a parent who does something like that?”

“Okay, yes, I mean you’re not wrong. But besides all the heroics, what I mean to say is that I was just a person,” she said. “I’m still just a person. I’m your mother and yes, I saved the world more than once—not to humblebrag—but I have made plenty of mistakes, Luc.”

“What really happened?” He asked, blurting the words out so quickly it took her a moment to register what he’d said. 

She blinked. “What? What really happened when?”

He hesitated. It was never a good sign when he hesitated. Usually he just said whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. “That time,” he said, nervously plucking at his pant leg, “when you were gone. What really happened? Dad never told me. And I…I guess I never had the nerve to ask you before. Because you were gone, Mom. For, like, a while. And I remember being with Edith? I think? Because Dad was gone, too, and-and, yeah. That sucked. But you guys have never…you’ve never told me what was actually going on. And Caleb always speaks in these long-winded Zemnian riddles. I think he does it to throw me off so I won’t ask him about it any more.”

“You’ve asked Caleb about this?” Veth asked with a jolt.

“Well, yeah,” Luc said, like this was an obvious conclusion. “At least he says more than Caduceus does. All Cad’s ever said was ‘It was a lot.’”

[abluescarfonwaston]

Ok, I love fruit bats, so I would choose any of those... but then I saw JURASSIC MOTHERFUCKING PARK so I had to ask about that one 😭

Mia Fey, a leader in the world of Zoology, is offered a job with the newly created Jurrasic Park by an old friend; Lana Skye. She's hesitant- Those assholes are going to destroy the ecology of the whole world! - but nothing says she has to accept the job. Why not follow her apprentice's suggestion and accept the free trip to the Dino Disaster park? Maya's been asking for a vacation.

All is not well on Isla Nubar. Lana's known for years that Blaise has been profiteering of their work, that Gant has been turning it into weapons and Von Karma... Well if turning his teenage daughter into the park manager wasn't criminal enough, than turning his genius son into an anxious mess too terrified of his own creations to step out of his lab for a coffee certainly is.

But she can't say anything. Not when they saved her sister from a death sentence of genetic disease.

But Mia? Mia could. So Lana Skye sends her a job offer and prays.

[jussst-lurking]

Why is it so hard to describe someone playing the piano? Like, I’ve literally been playing for nearly all my life and yet I cannot describe playing the piano by the person who plays it in writing!

[revenantlore]

348 words isn’t nearly the 1k I intended to hit today but. It’s more than zero :shrug:

a chunk of what i wrote, from chapter twelve of press start

Static scrambles across the screen, illuminating the basement in a rough gray hue. No windows down here, no clock; Rem’s not sure how much time’s passed since he blacked out. He’s alone, though, and the room’s silent.

There’s a dull ache on either side of his face, his back’s stiff from where he’s somehow sprawled on the floor with a thin blanket draped over him. Drenched in sweat, despite the cool air that glides over his skin the moment the blanket’s drawn aside.

A glass of water beside his head, and a scribbled note from Ross saying he’ll be back in the morning, pull into view when Rem sits up.

Groaning, he stretches his arms, his legs, and glances to the stairs with a lump of doubt lodged in his stomach.

Door’s going to be locked, just the same as before, he’s sure of it.

Rem chugs the water, hand shaking so hard he struggles to align the glass with his lips. It’s cool, feels good going down, leaves him desperate for more.

And food. Fuck, he’s hungry.

Needs a cigarette. Glass of whiskey. Whole fucking bottle.

Anything to numb the anxiety and pain and dull the experience to something almost bearable.

[shibaraki]

learning from my mistakes ; writing the first and second draft of my fics, leaving them for two to three months to stew and THEN coming back to them, after i've begun new projects and read a couple of a dozen more things in orden to refine then SPLENDIDLY before i begin posting them. it takes time, but i am more satisfied with myself that way <3

O GOOD FOR YOU BABY! there are a few fics I had to do this with too, courtesan gojo being one of them!!!! sometimes you just gotta step back and return with a new perspective. there’s nothing like feeling satisfied with your work <3 proud of u

[mutxnts]

hmmmm if i can finish this fic and post it before my birthday i will be very happy

[apocellipse]

i’m losing my mind!!!!!!

[justyourtypicalwriter]

Okay so I think I should be able to get the first chapter of Press Start for Total Calamity out tonight. I absolutely love writing Kenny, he’s so sick of all this bullshit. Lady’s and gentleman, this is your PLAYER ONE

[a-ikuoliver]

happy birthday to the man!! — katsuki sees your sex toys once and is haunted by what you look like using them

pairing: bakugou x f!reader w/c: 1.5k warning/s: nsfw 18+, m! & f!masturbation; sex toys, i think that's everything notes: this is a bit short BUT i had to get something out for the man, this took me like 2 weeks to write but hopefully now i'll be out of my slump a little bit! pls enjoy c:

crossposted to ao3 • masterlist • wip updates & voting • kofi • askbox

fuck… he really doesn’t know when the lines started to blur between friend and fantasy, from wanting to hang out with you to wanting you, from talking to you about your day to being bricked up hearing your voice. yet, here he was, hot water streaming down his neck, plastering damp hair to his forehead; the water pouring over his head nowhere near enough to wash his mind of you.

he’d been plagued by you, morning to night, even in his damn dreams since he tried to find a phone charger at your place.

it’s not like he was snooping, he wasn’t trying to find that sort of thing, bakugou was only trying to find your spare charger, he’d seen you put it in one of these drawers before, how was he meant to know you left your spare chargers right below all of that?

he’d slammed the drawer shut the absolute second he realised exactly what he was staring at; the bedside drawer stuffed to the brim with bright, phallic toys, a collection of smaller, rounder vibrators, something that looked awfully similar to a gag, and he heard the telltale metal clinking of at least one pair of handcuffs against the wood when he slammed it closed. embarrassing heat crawled up his neck, burning his cheeks and setting the very tips of his ears alight. stuck in the same spot, mouth half opened dumbly, his eyebrows creased in the centre of his face, all blood rushing from his brain down to his half-hard cock already straining against his pants, the need making him ache.

every hour since that, he’d spent thinking of what your wet cunt looked like swallowing the toys; so pretty and drippy, how it looked tensing around nothing when you came from the buzzing of your vibrator, how you’d look writhing and moaning handcuffed with that gag in your mouth, how your drool would stain your shirt, sticking the fabric to your skin. god, it was just so lewd, even under the purifying water, he felt dizzy, sticky, hot, sweaty, the image of your toys burnt into his retinas, no matter what he tried to distract himself with, he always saw your toys at the forefront of his mind, the perverted imagery refusing to budge from its newfound home.

bakugou groans, a deep, rough sound drowned out by the even buzzing echoing in his ears, the sound slowly building, kicking to a new level when your whine drowns it out. you always start nearly silent in his dreams, just tiny gasps escaping your parted lips when you’d nestle the toy right against your clit. you only get louder from there, your eyebrows scrunching together like his own were, marking two little tallies in the middle, tilting upwards at the centre as you pulled your lip up between your teeth. the motion did absolutely nothing to muffle your sounds, your whimpers and moans only growing louder with every heave of your chest, every passing moment with the vibrator pressed to your pulsing clit making your hips jolt into it.

you reach between your thighs with a whine that sounds all too similar to his name torn from your lips, dipping your fingertips in your slick cunt, collecting all the cum gathering at your trembling hole without even taking a breather from humping your vibrator like your life depended on it. your movements grew jerkier and jerkier the longer the intense vibrations were held to your drooling pussy, your eyes fluttering closed with a breathless shout of his name, shaky, wet thighs squeezing around your hand, even as the vibrator slipped from your grip, falling forgotten onto the sheets beneath you, the constant stimulation growing too much for you—

“fuck.” he really couldn’t help it, his hand travelling lower down his abdomen, trailing behind droplets of water still running down his torso to his hard cock, the tip already leaking from the thought of you. wrapping his fist around the base of his cock, he squeezed once before twisting his wrist, slowly jerking his cock, wondering if you were in your shower doing the same, fucking yourself on one of your toys imagining him in its place just as he wished it was your warm cunt squeezing around his dick instead of his hand.

“katsukiii—” bakugou can feel you beside him, your figure displacing the dense steam surrounding him, a heavy, thick silicone dildo hanging from the glass wall of the shower, your figure slick and soapy from the shower, damp hair sticking to the soft skin of your neck and face when you bent at the waist, lining the tip of the plastic cock up with your drooling hole. the head of the cock would slide into your cunt all too easily in his fantasies, always greedy to watch you take more and more, inch by inch sinking onto it. your mouth falls further open the more you take of the toy, the pleasure too much for you to even hold your head up by the time your ass was pressed against the cool glass, your back arching with the tip of the dildo nestled deep inside your cunt. he wonders if the curve of it would rub on your g-spot at this angle, if it would drive you crazy grinding against the glass, whining when you can’t take it anymore.

bakugou’s head falls back thinking of you reaching for the shower head, his cock pulsing in his hand when he grips the base, his muscles tensing and relaxing while he tried desperately not to cum; the image of you playing behind his eyelids making that a near impossible task. even with his eyes squeezed shut, there you are at the forefront of his mind, switching the settings of the shower head to a concentrated stream, aimed directly at your aching clit, your broken moan jolting his hips forward into his hand, stroking the length languidly. your voice wavered, repeating his name again, the stimulation inside and outside your cunt just so overwhelming.

bracing against the tile with your spare hand, you lift yourself back off the toy, the base suctioned to the glass remaining stuck as you grew quicker in your movements, starting to bounce and roll your hips in a smooth tempo. he matches the pace of your hips with his fist, his breath coming out in nothing but deep huffs. his uneven groans were nothing compared to your sweet chorus of moans and whines, an endless symphony playing in his head of “ah-ah-ah”’s and “mmmng”’s the closer you got, your cum coating the toy just like his pre was smearing all over his fist.

he can’t help the guttural sound that escapes him next, a garbled, broken version of your name when your thighs tremble, your knees only moments away from buckling from the pure bliss; the water is still aimed at your clit, even when you can’t bounce on the dildo anymore, wave after wave of pleasure drowning you until your eyes rolled into your skull and your cum gathered in a creamy ring at the base of the toy, your ass flattening against the glass as you greedily took more of the toy, intensifying the euphoria wracking through your body. he knows your toy fills your cunt so perfectly, knows how you’d hump the air to get more and more of the water aimed at your clit, unrelenting in chasing your orgasm, jolting and jerking until your knuckles turned white against the tile wall, until your voice was so high and loud it didn’t even sound like you anymore.

he wonders if you’d ever screamed taking the fake cock, if you’d ever been so overwhelmed you squealed, your pretty cunt clenching around the toy, milking the poor plastic for everything it can’t give you, or if he’d be the first to make you cum so intensely.

“ka-aa-ki—” you can’t even spit his name out, your name the same mess on his plump lips, caught so hard between sharp teeth he worries he’ll split the thin skin. all his muscles tense, his abdomen clenching low on his stomach, the veins stretching along the underside of his cock throbbing with the need to join you in the throes of pleasure, to cover your cunt in milk white cum you desperately tried to squeeze from the silicone.

your name is a choked mantra tumbling from his lips, over and over again, dark crimson eyes rolling into the back of his skull the longer you bounced on the toy, pinching sensitive nipples between your slippery, soapy fingers, dragging your orgasm out as long as you could, as long as he would, until your knees were weak and your couldn't even manage to dumbly spit out his name anymore.

“fuck.” he damn near whines, a mess of cum covering his fingers, coating his knuckles as he kept fucking his fist through the waves of his own orgasm, shivering even with the hot water running down his body, cleaning his hand even as he continued to stroke his cock, relaxing his muscles as his toes still curled, his knuckles stark white against the tile.

his head fell forward onto the cooling tile, a temporary relief for the haziness swirling around in the steam.

shit, how was he meant to look you in the eyes after this?

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