#wip: false colors

[elsabet-writes]

Daily writing adventure: someone fed expensive fish fillets to the stray cat that lives on the roof, and no one has confessed.

[elsabet-writes]

Oh my gosh, that is very in character!

Please vote based on the picture AND the description!

Saskia [False Colors @elsabet-writes]

Saskia is a teeny tiny feral gremlin girl sent to study abroad by parents who feared her abilities as a blood-mage. Adopted into the family of her first-cousin-once-removed, Saskia has finally found a family that wants her, but her past just won’t let her go. Fueled by a deep desire to cause maximum chaos, Saskia has allied herself with her cousin, Feire, and has been helping her spy on a ring of deeply shady and corrupt corporate mages whose goal is to take over several of the town’s thriving industries to line their own pockets. Saskia stands out in a crowd, with her bright hair and willingness to cause a scene. Friends and enemies alike respect her for her ability to take down opponents twice her size using her distinctive style of blood magic.

Senaka [Krudunia Zrea @scribbly-bear]

Senaka is sisterly and compassionate and she doesn't hesitate to stand up to what she believes is right. She is a sheema, a creature I made up, she is also a shek. (princess) Senaka has grown up during a war between the mythical creatures and the humans. She was raised to believe humans were evil, but after meeting one for herself she realizes this isn't true. She teams up with him as well as a few mythical creatures to stop the war peacefully.

[bardicious]

Dragon Den - Y'all get to watch this video before I actually post the artwork, cause this totally broke my wrist.

[redhotarsenic]

Okay okay I think I figured out Lucille’s colors!!

[valiasims]

WIP#24

Hey everyone!

Here's the first wip of the new set I'm working on! Although here in Spain is still hot af and we're definitely in the summer weather I was in an autumn mood ready for something other than sweating even in my ears.

I wanted to create something autumny so I took a tour on Pinterest (after I got reactivated because when would they falsely ban your account other than when you're in the middle of planning and browsing) and I liked the idea of a cabin inspired by french ski chalets. I know skiing is a winter activity but imagine a cute cabin in the autumn with orange colored trees around you. I plan on creating more parts for this theme but I'm not sure yet. Right now I'm working on an entryway set with new entrance door and a modular built-in set (which you can see on the picture but texture is still wip).

Let me know what you think! And thank your for the new followers, I'm really grateful for every one of you!

[nyallace]

Hey everybody! You might know already, but my account was terminated briefly last night. I never received any word from staff about it and certainly didn’t get any notification when I got it back.

Basically, I was on call with my friends and we were chilling, doing activities together, and I was working on a banner/logo for my art account. When I finished, I went to update my header around midnight CST. Tumblr told me I was logged out, so I was afraid maybe I got hacked? I forgot I had 2FA on, so it wasn’t that. I checked my main blog url and it said I didn’t exist. I asked my friends in call if they could see me at all and if Tumblr was working normally for them. They could not and it was. When I logged back in, I was very rudely greeted by the “Your account has been terminated.��� message (still using the old Tumblr colors/UI design too lol). I did not get an email about my termination. I sent them an email shortly after, around 12:30am my time. I checked in the afternoon today on my phone by opening the app to see everything was back to normal. Of course, I did not receive an email notifying me of this.

I demand an explanation as to why I was terminated without any notice or reason. This is completely out of line for a website in the modern age to not warm its userbase about any indiscretions. You have been under fire as of recent for many terminations that people consider false and unjustified. The least you could do is tell the people who lose years of their work and the community they have fostered WHY and WHEN this is happening.

I have been a faithful Tumblr user for almost fifteen years. I have met many wonderful people through this website and learned so much about myself and the world around me. Despite it all, I love Tumblr. I do. I want to continue to love Tumblr, but it is clear through years of witnessing mistreatment that Tumblr does not love its community.

Something has to change. I understand that this website has been steadily depreciating in value for years now, but treating your dedicated userbase like this is not going to increase profitability. It’s just not.

@staff @support @wip @changes @wordpress

EDIT: This is safe to reblog and I encourage it!

[monbons]

WIP Wednesday

I have WIPS to share. Real WIPS! Woohoo!

So, last week I created an Instagram for my dolls. Those of you who have already given me a follow know what my current sewing project is. If you'd like to see the magic as it happens, check it out. If you are anti-Instagram, I'm making my first Penny!

She's currently in pieces as I make her clothing. (It's easier to size it correctly before adding arms and a head).

She isn't for any specific fic. Instead, I'm using her as a way to experiment with my methods. I wasn't happy with the joints on my first several dolls, so I tested out a new strategy on Penny that results in sturdier (and cleaner!) joints. I'm also adding many smaller details that require light embroidery, like Penny's glasses. I might also give her a ring and some ears. Why you ask? Well, the next fic I have in mind will require dolls with all sorts of small details...like pierced ears!

Whenever I need a break from Penny, I've also been writing words. I'm making progress on "Baz in a Bubble" (still trying to find a title). Have a snip of Baz POV below the cut:

One time I organised the books by publication year. I found that far more amusing than Fiona did. That one earned me a book to the head. Apparently “no one reads the fucking imprint page, Basil.” (Clearly false. I am not no one—although perhaps my reading habits do not reflect those of the general population.) Most recently I’d gone for aesthetics, which Fiona detested.  “Fix this immediately,” she growled when she saw the books arranged by colour. “I cannot live in a fucking Instagram post.”  “I thought the rainbow theme might feel cheery,” I laughed. “It feels gay.” She sniffed. “Or bored American housewife full of regrets and antidepressants.” “I mean…” I shrugged, gesturing between the two of us. 

Thanks for the tag @rimeswithpurple (I continue to covet that sweater. It is my FAVORITE color) and @noblecorgi (Simon is ridiculous and I love him).

Hellos and high-fives: @thewholelemon, @cutestkilla, @roomwithanopenfire, @bookish-bogwitch, @raenestee

@hushed-chorus, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @youarenevertooold, @artsyunderstudy, @brilla-brilla-estrellita

@talentpiper11, @valeffelees, @drowninginships, @mooncello, @larkral

@iamamythologicalcreature, @aristocratic-otter, @emeryhall, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @beastmonstertitan

@best--dress, @shrekgogurt, @blackberrysummerblog, @run-for-chamo-miles, @ic3-que3n

@facewithoutheart, @rbkzz, @supercutedinosaurs, @theearlgreymage, @messofthejess

@skeedelvee, @arthurkko, @fiend-for-culture, @martsonmars, @orange-peony

@onepintobean, @palimpsessed, @moodandmist, @ileadacharmedlife, @theimpossibledemon

@fatalfangirl, @technetiumai, @katatsumuli, @stitchyqueer, @comesitintheclover

[baron-bear]

Trying to get more faux-gadyn since eggdog has been hating real guys. Very much a WIP but still getting decent results.

Can't just add 'roegadyn' as it isn't a real term, so had to try to build one from the ground up walking on a beach near Close-Enough-Del-Sol:

Starting giving a bit of a belly:

Some au'ra and a lil elezen snuck into this one somehow:

Made em larger:

Finally took a prompt I had before and slapped 'FF14 screenshot' at the end (more CGI than ff14, not plasticy enough lmao):

---------------------- As I was making this post (and I'm too lazy to restructure the whole thing) I moved the 'FF14 screenshot' from the last argument to the first argument:

A bit closer to that plasticy feel, but still a bit too colorful. It's an ongoing process that I'm still exploring. I captured it with some earlier prompts, but those were on my phone + with designer, it doesn't keep a record (that I could find) and those prompts are lost to time.

Of course you can change 'FF14 screenshot' to 'photo' to get fleshmen if eggdog is in a good mood:

FF14 screenshot. one man (bulky, wide, thick arms and legs, masculine, very hairy, tan, large pregnant looking belly, square face, short beard, dark faux hawk with red tips, shorts, flip flops, NOT shirt, stern looking, slight smile), setting is a shoreline(calm ocean, palm trees, sandy beach, distant pier), walking looking out to sea sipping drink.

Customize to taste as usual.

(also trying out a new prompting style and a possible negative prompt with 'NOT shirt', but I did make the scene a beach so it might be a false positive).

[sirensea14]

This, this is a visual presentation of what is happening to us right now

Theres also conspiracy theory that tried to connect certain dots. That not only is China involved with this shit but also a certain family in our government and also the US. Most of it are from tiktok, i think i reposted some of those in my account.

Currently, China is making a move on our Palawan (the long island part that looks like a "leg" since our archipelago looks like an animal of some sort) and they have been attacking our navy now, violently. Someone even lost a finger. Its only a matter of time before that finger turns into lives.

The world is really falling apart right now, and every strong countries out there are very power-hungry. Stepping on poor countries like ants, they will not stop until the ants bite back.

The Chinese have been silent during Duterte's administration and it may have a connection as to why China is being violent right now at Marcos's administration.

I feel like we're trapped. China is locking in on us; multiple vessels, numerous chinese students around the regions, POGO and possible spies. The US are silently building their own army possibly preparing to betray us again like they did back then (History time: 1898, i think, is the time we, along with the Americans, defeated the Spaniards. And then they colonized us after learning that Spain actually sold us to the Americans. It was too late. Basically betraying and taking control of us. This is simply a theory, but it is possible that the US might do this again.) And then our own; the Government. There are many corrupt officials here, saying nothing but empty promises, false hope and senseless words. Saying "that's just water", "just give the WPS to china so that there would be no war and no blood." The problem is, if that happens, if we give up OUR territory, then China will simply exploit this rich source of oil and gas reserves, and the abundant fish etc. And that Secret Gentleman's agreement. If what China was saying that 'we did not fulfill the agreement' was true, then Duterte must have sold us to China back then in the pandemic. Because they were silent back then, it was peaceful even though this dispute has been going on since my parents were in highschool (around 1990-2000s)

And then our Vice President, Sara Duterte, stepped down of position after stealing 125 million pesos ($2,123,32.50) in an attempt of disguising it as 'confidential funds'.

This has been making my head hurt so much. What the fuck is going on with this shit, it's so much bullshit in one area.

Amin ang West Philippine sea‼️🇵🇭

One post aint enough, i need to spread the word🙏 I hope that the blue and red colors on our flag doesnt flip.

[side note: sorry i havent been posting much art lately. Im not doing enough wips and i keep distracting myself from this mess. But it's unavoidable because its all around tiktok, facebook and instagram]

[elsabet-writes]

I had to engineer the perfect fall->catch for tonight's scene, so The Golden Princess and I spent the evening on the choreography. We had to figure our how to get our leading man from in front of the leading lady's desk to beside her so he can catch her when her chair disintegrates and it was difficult!

The Golden Princess and I both agreed that, while it would be hilarious for him to lunge over the desk and catch her under the arms, it would cause readers far too much secondhand embarrassment and wouldn't have that sensational romantic flare that I was aiming for.

We finally got it all worked out, and even though I am not particularly pleased with the way it turned out, at least I have a proper outline of the scene down, and I can come back and rewrite it later.

[direwombat]

tagged most recently by @socially-awkward-skeleton and @simplegenius042 to share some wippy stuff (thank youuuuu~ i promise i'll start catching up on tags later this evening i know i am. behind orz) some werewolf au syb waking up from her nap after getting home from the hope county clinic after her incident at st. francis. this is. uh. a little gross, so trigger warning for a human (or. werewolf in human form/human unaware she's a werewolf) consuming raw meat.

It’s her stomach that draws her out of bed before she’s fully awake. The soft haze of sleep still clings to her vision, blurring the harsh edges of reality into gentle shadows and muted colors. Pale light from the waning moon streams in through the windows as she stumbles in a stupor out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. She stops in front of the refrigerator. Her fingers curl around the handle, flinging the door open.

She reaches inside not for the pitcher of water nor the bag of shredded cheddar, but rather the pound of ground beef sitting on the top shelf. The plastic wrap gives way as she tears into it. Her fingers dig into the soft, wet meat, curling her index and middle finger to spoon it into her mouth raw. It squishes against her palate and between her teeth, smooth and creamy. The flavor bursts on her tongue, sharp, metallic, but with an underlying sweetness that only seems to stoke her hunger, rather than sate it. 

A low, satisfied moan rumbles deep in her chest. She leans back against the counter and slides down to sit on the cool linoleum floor. Already, her hands are tacky with blood. Her tongue curls around her fingers as she sucks them clean, desperate to savor every last drop. 

It isn’t until she’s shoving her face into the styrofoam tray and licking the cellulose pad in an attempt to suck out more blood that she registers what she’s actually doing. She freezes and the empty tray falls to the ground as she stares aghast at her red-stained hands while her chest heaves with rough, ragged breaths.

and some of the viking au that's been coming together in bits and pieces. here's some syb (a frankish christian living in england and a prisoner of war) having a bad shroom trip because faith gave her a potion (bliss) that made her see visions of her and jacob (pagan, the one holding her hostage) where she is behaving in very. uh. un-christian ways.

[Sybille’s] head throbs and her stomach cramps, her guts threatening to turn her inside out. Tears burn her cheeks as they streak through the dirt and grime, and she stares up at the wicce who forced her to drink that vile potion. “Why do you show me these things?” she sobs. 

Faith dips a rag into a bowl of water and gently dabs the sweat from Sybille’s brow. 

“She shows you nothing,” murmurs the False King, “all she has done is open your mind to the Will of God.” He leans in close, piercing blue eyes staring into her very soul. “Tell me, what do you see?”

taglist (opt in/out)

@josephseedismyfather, @la-grosse-patate, @knakrack (tumblr was only letting me tag your retired oc blog, sorry), @florbelles, @statichvm,

@fourlittleseedlings, @wrathfulrook, @harmonyowl, @ivymarquis, @carlosoliveiraa

@cassietrn, @confidentandgood, @strafethesesinners, @trench-rot, @miyabilicious,

@g0dspeeed, @inafieldofdaisies, @josephslittledeputy, @aceghosts, @adelaidedrubman

@finding-comfort-in-rain, @voidika, @strangefable, and anyone else wanting to share a wip today!

[ghostyclay]

Hermitaday 2024 Masterpost

Normal promts

Day 1: Beef / Day 2: Xisuma / Day 3: Zedaph / Day 4: Keralis // Day 6: Jevin / Day 7: Mumbo / Day 8: XB / Day 9: Skizz / Day 10: Stress / Day 11: Pearl // Day 13: Cub / Day 14: Doc / Day 15: False / Day 16: Wels / Day 17: Etho*/ Day 18: Joe // Day 20: Gem / Day 21: Bdubs / Day 22: Iskall / Day 23: Tango / Day 24: Cleo / Day 25: Impulse // Day 27: Grian** / Day 28: Scar / Day 29: Hypno / Day 30: Joel / Day 31: Ren**

Color coding: Animations, Finished pieces, sketches/flat colors/wip

Special Sunday promts

Day 5: TFC

Day 12: Friends of Hermitcraft (s2 Empires SMP Scott)

Day 19: Fav alternative Hermit (s7 Mumbo)

Day 26: Groups & Collabs (Joel, Etho, Iskall)*

Additional stuff

*The finished Etho fanart is here, the finished group fanart is here

**Might make AUs inspired by these, I'll post more info about that soon!

[the-wip-project]

SloMo WriNo: Getting Into The Writing Zone

A week into the challenge, and how are you doing?

From talking to people in the discord I’ve been hearing a similar sentiment phrased in different ways. That it’s hard to muster the self discipline to sit down and write day after day, that it’s hard to get the first words out, or to even hard to open the laptop.

If you’re not used to writing daily, after the first excitement wears off it starts to feel quite hard. And as one person said: sometimes it doesn’t feel worth it to go through the effort of starting if you’re only going to write 200 words anyway.

I have good news and bad news. The good news is that it will get easier if you stick with it. The bad news? Establishing a new habit takes work.

But here are some tips that I find helpful. (And if they look awfully similar to how to get past executive dysfunction? That’s because it’s more or less the same thing.) You don't have to implement all of them, and you won't find any secret shortcuts here. But if you're struggling, try a few things.

To start with it’s a good idea to create some small rituals and a ‘writing space’ that cue your mind and body that this is writing time. Now I’ve talked previously about being adaptable and writing at times and in places that you might not consider ideal. So how does that work for creating a writing space?

No matter where you are you can create a writing environment. Make the background color of your writing document a different color from what you use for work or play. (one you find soothing and pleasant). Make a playlist that you only listen to while writing. (Or alternatively choose something specific from an ambient sounds mixer). If you can, change your body position and location. If you normally work or do homework sitting at a desk, try standing to write, or sitting on the floor, couch, bed. Relocate to a different room, or even (and this is lux level) a different place.

If at all possible, write offline. If you can’t do that, mute or close any tabs that will ding or flash with notifications.

I’ve been told that the hands down best way to do this is having a separate laptop or tablet that you only use for writing. I’ve never done that (that pesky money thing) but if you have the finances for that it might be worth trying.

Once you’re all set up to write, set a timer, for a relatively short period of time. Somewhere in the 15-30 minutes zone, and promise yourself that all you have to do is write for that time period. If it’s not working after that you don’t have to continue. In fact, if you’re really tired/not feeling it you don’t have to write at all! Simply read over your writing from the previous session (with full permission to tweak as you wish) and then make some notes for what ideas you have about what comes next.

The trick here is obvious, usually if you get as far as looking at your words, then you end up writing a bit. But if you’re really not feeling it, do not break that promise to yourself, either by forcing yourself to write, or by feeling guilty about not writing. It makes it all the more harder to convince yourself next time if you know deep down that you’re making false promises.

What’s the point of going through all that and then not writing? Or even what is the point of it all to only write 2-300 words?

Habit.

Right now you're building a habit. Once the habit is established, it will get easier and easier to slip into the writing zone with a few cues, and easier still to write those 2-300 words without a lot of painful decision-making, stern self-discipline, or ugh, willpower. But it will take time to get there. Weeks, or maybe even longer. Do your best to find a way to stick with it.

It can help a lot if you have a buddy or group to report to. (Obligatory WIP discord mention.) Sometimes I just need to message a friend and say ‘tell me to write’ to get me past the initial inertia. (If they can write at the same time as you that’s a huge bonus!)

As I said at the beginning, nothing about any of this is new or unique advice. You’ve no doubt seen most, if not all of it before. And you can feel a little silly trying to trick your subconscious with playlists and screen colors. But it works for a lot of people. (including me!) So what have you got to lose?

(and it should go without saying, if what you’re feeling is bigger than trouble with writing, seek professional help. Your mental health is more important than any writing project.)

[lichfucker]

line for each letter

tagged by @laufire like two weeks ago, but I didn't have enough written then to fill out the letters lmao. but we're here now!

my word is LYRIC. here's a line (using the world's most generous definition of "line," because I'm me) starting with each letter, all from the upcoming chapter of Through His Stomach:

L

Legend says the Cook has been here forever. Men have died at sea in search of this hut for decades, centuries. A witch concocting vile brews; a lone magician on an island; fucking Shakespeare wrote about the Cook. (James recalls his lied assertion to Miranda: you are nothing like him. A matched determination in their eyes, a lineage of push, prod, provoke. She’d call him Prospero if she were here.) Most who look upon the Cook see only the legend, only the aggrandized myth—they must, for it to propagate. Thomas speaks like legend’s all but shorn away and left behind a man like any other, a man aged not a millennium but younger, even, than himself. A man who pets his cat and prunes his plants. And James with head-splitting dissonance sees them both, sees myth’s ghostly apparition like a translucent mask over the Cook’s face, a glamour, a shade. A visage false, and the true one, identical, just beneath.

Y

“You braved such a squall to get here,” the Cook says. “I’m flattered.” “A ship-killer,” Mr. McGraw says in between long swallows of broth. “That’s what they’d have called it in the Navy.” “You didn’t consider turning back?” “Never.” The color returns to him with every sip, that ghoulish seasick blue rightly rendered red again, enchanting to behold. “Besides, I was already halfway here when the rain started. The closer I got, the more it escalated—it knocked me back a few times, but if I could just push through… I knew what was on the other side.” Hunger flares in the Cook’s chest. “The sea tried to keep you from me.”

R

Redundant thunder doubly cuts the thick air that had cocooned them—Mr. McGraw will surely sputter and scoot away, ashamed for having been so near, and the Cook doesn’t want to fucking deal with that, so he stands first. When he turns, the cat swipes with extended claws at the leaf of a tomato plant, reaching down from its pot as though to pet her. His shoulders tense with agitation: the tomatoes know she’s irritated by them, but they simply cannot help themselves. Now they’ll sulk, petulant, their fruits gone limp and wrinkly in the wake of this most grievous injury, the slight nicking of a single leaf. Ridiculous. The Cook stalks across the room and snatches the cat off the floor one-handed, mug still clenched tightly in the other. “Behave, both of you,” he says, glaring alternately at her and the tomatoes. “What did I say about keeping our hands to ourselves?”

I

“If you’d like me to be comfortable, good sir,” Thomas says, “then please, for the love of all that is holy, I beg you, call me Thomas. I am not a lord, and I had no interest in such deference or formality when I was. No man should be above another—thus, all being equals, I would like you to call me Thomas.” “As you wish, my lord,” says the Cook with the sort of playful grin that’s sure to set Thomas alight. Of all the words James has used to describe the Cook, he’s never said playful before, and Thomas loves nothing so much as play.

C

Cardamom and quince, maybe—the Cook knows about that. No, he can’t quite pin the taste, casting about in the dark for anything that might melt on his tongue. The Cook’s cavernous throat: down, down, the infinite falling; whatever melts may never come to rest. Anyway, he drinks his broth. He wishes it would fill. But there’s a leak in him, somewhere, a hole through which everything pours, and nothing stays. It must be near his heart, he thinks—between esophagus and stomach, some missed connection. Yes, the hole is near his heart. Perhaps it is his heart.

ooh okay I'm gonna tag @etoilesombre @boasamishipper @grasslandgirl and anyone else who wants to! idk who's working on any wips right now. absolutely no pressure

your word is INGOT (because obviously if I have to pick a five-letter word, it's gonna be ingot lmao)

[pastelbatfandoms]

Take Me Home (One shot) WIP

Based off of a memory from my Motley Crue/Fame desired reality! I am with Sebastian Stan's version of Tommy Lee. Nikki is the same as in our cr though.

Warnings: Pure smut, not much plot tbh

LA 2012...

I was alone the first time in what felt like months, the boys were with their grandparents, I should be reveling in the free time and the quiet, I could literally do almost anything. Instead I was in my queen sized bed missing my husband.

Tommy was on tour with Motley Crue and wouldn't be back for another month. Thankfully this had been a short tour, but I was getting impatient.

I curled up into my cream colored comforter, grabbing my phone I opened up Facebook posting a picture of Tommy and I kissing with the caption "I miss those lips and you." ❤️💋 Sighing I slide the phone closed prepared to spent the rest of the night in bed with a romcom and ice cream.

A few minuetes later the sound of a notification shakes me out of my depressive state, I look at it, seeing someone had liked the post. I glance at it and smile when I see that it was Tommy. They must be done for the night.

Then a text lights up my phone. "Hey Babe, I saw your post. I miss you too!" My heart does a happy dance at seeing Tommy's text and wide smile spreads across my face.

"Hey baby! Are you done with the show? How was it?" I text back.

"Not done yet." He texts back, "We have an encore but it's been great. Crowds awesome! But I wish you were here, I miss that sexy body dancing to our songs."

I grinned a mischievous idea forming, before texting. "Well...once you're done. Want to video call later?"

An enthusiastic message lights up the phone. "FUCK YES!! 😏 I gotta go now but I fucking love you!"

"I fucking love you Tommy. 💋" I giggle at his enthusiasm, some things never change.

A while later, while I was getting ready for the call, had to look good for my man, I heard the call from my laptop via Skype. As I ran to the bed from the closet. Fixing my brown highlighted hair in it's messy bun, I straightened my satin nightie and pressed the answer button on the screen.

I light up once I see Tommy's handsome features appear on screen. His face breaks out in a smile as he sees me. "Hey sweetheart. Damn you look hot."

I grin in false modesty, looking away as I said "Oh I just threw this on." I joked giving him a cute smile.

Tommy smirked at that, looking me over, "Sure you did...Just for me."

I gave him a coy grin, "Ok yeah it was for you."

"Well now I feel like I should have done something." Tommy replied looking down at his shorts and tank top.

I laugh at that, "Babe you've been on stage all day, I've been home alone with nothing to do but think of you."

"True...So you've been thinking of me all day? I'd say what exactly but I think I know...here..." Tommy takes a moment and strips off his top revealing his smooth tattooed chest with the nipple rings. "Better?"

I raise an eyebrow at that, smirking. "Much better. Are you alone?"

Tommy gives me a cocky grin, "Of course. I've been waiting to call you. I don't want anyone to interrupt us."

"Well in that case. Look at what I'm not wearing..." I bite my lip, my eyes glinting mischievously as I slowly pull my slip up my thighs.

Tommy's eyes darken in lust as he immediatly latches onto where my hands are. "Oh don't tease babe. Fuck..."

I giggle pulling my slip up more when suddenly I hear a noise from Tommy's room as a door opens.

I hear a male voice shout, "Hey Tommy you in here!" Before Tommy can say anything Nikki bursts in, still in his stage outfit. "Dude are you watching porn?"

"No Dammit Nikki knock first man!" Tommy shouts back.

Nikki ignores him walking over, "Then what?-" He looks at the screen seeing me he smirks, "Oh hey Shelly. Looking good." He winks.

I think they were expecting me to be embarrassed but it was Nikki so instead of blushing. I kept my hands where they were as I fiddled with the hem of my nightie. "Hey Nikki. You can stay and watch if you want." I teased, giggling.

Nikki seemed like he might take me up on that. But it's Tommy protests knowing Nikki and I's history. "Babe!" He looks at me a bit surprised. "Not happening. Nikki stop eye fucking my girl and leave."

Nikki just chuckles at that, shaking his head and leaves. Knowing how easy it was to rial Tommy up.

I looked at Tommy who seemed a bit upset. "I'm sorry Tommy, we were just playing. Let me make it up to you?"

Tommy looked a bit put out but it softened when he looked over at me. "You can make it up to me when I get home. Right now though..." He trailed off, pursing his lips in thought.

"What?" I questioned, a bit nervous hoping he wouldn't end the call over Nikki.

But instead he simply said, "Take that off." His tone telling me there wasn't room for protests.

I smirk, relieved as I slip the nightie over my head and throw it on the bed.

Tommy's eyes light up as they rove over my naked body, as he licks his lips, leaning back on the hotel bed. "Well? Show me what you were going to earlier. Or is that only for Nikki now?"

I give him a look, "Of course not." Oh he was definitely not going to let that go for awhile.

Tommy raised an eyebrow, "Then open up and let Daddy see..." He ordered.

I did as he said, my eyes glazing over in lust as I bit my lip and spread my legs.

Tommy's eyes light up as he licks his lips. "Damn I wish I was there to taste you and touch you. Since I can't be...why don't you do it for the both us?"

I grinned as I trailed my hands down me, squeezing one of my breasts with a low moan as my other hand trails down to touch myself already wet just by seeing Tommy.

Tommy bit his lip, his eyes never leaving me as he said, "Fuck babe you look so hot. I can see how wet you are from here. You wanna see how ready he is for you?" Tommy asked referring to his cock, which seemed at times to have a mind of its own.

I nodded. "Yes please Daddy."

Tommy groaned. "Babygirl you call me that and I'm coming home early." He rubbed himself through his shorts once before pulling them off, my mouth parted at the look of his huge cock as it popped out of his underwear as he stroked himself. Yes it was as big as they said and seen.

I moaned my eyes closing as I stroked myself. "Fuck Tommy I wish you were here."

"Me too Mommy." Tommy murmured, " Until then keep touching yourself babe. That's it, imagine it's me touching you, making you come."

Tommy groaned as he watched me bury my fingers inside with a whine. His hand gripping his cock even harder. "Mmm fuck I want you so bad, you are going to get it when I'm home. I'm gonna fuck you so good. Keep going lover..."

I moaned louder my breath getting heavier at his words as did Tommy's. " Tommy I'm so close." I whimpered. "I am so hard right now," Tommy groaned out, his eyes closing. "shit I'm going to cum. Cum with me babygirl." His head back as was mine as with a few more strokes and loud moans we both came. I cried out as his name as he cursed.

My eyes opened enough to watch Tommy's cum as it burst out covering his hand and the sheets. "Damn baby that was sexy." I replied eyeing him.

"Fuck so are you. Felt great too, but not as good as if it was your hand or mouth..." Tommy trailed off gazing at me with a smirk, "Next time though I am going to make you squirt."

I stared at him with a grin. "You always do."

"Damn right." Tommy then looked down at the mess he made. "Shit I should clean this up. I blame this on you if we get a dry cleaning bill." He teased.

I rolled my eyes playfully. After he cleaned up we talked for a bit more before we had to sleep. I missed him already but I would see him soon. I couldn't wait until he was actually here.

[nczaversnick]

Writblr Interview

Thanks for the tag @willtheweaver

Short stories, novels or poems?

I’m definitely a novel guy, both for reading and writing.

What genre do you prefer reading?

Definitely fantasy and mythology. But I often cross into sci fi and dystopians

What genre do you prefer writing?

I am honestly not sure how to answer this, given that I’ve done almost nothing but work on one project for over a decade

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

I start out with an outline but when I get down to the scenes I like to wait and see what happens then adjust my plans accordingly

What music do you listen to while writing?

I have playlists for some characters but on the whole I pretty much just have one playlist with all of my music on it that I hit shuffle on every time.

Favorite books/movies?

Oh cmon we’ll be here all day. I grew up on pretty much everything made by Jim Henson or Mel Brooks and I listen to audiobooks 40 hours a week at my factory job. I burn through a lot of material XD8 to summarize my favorite movie is The Princess Bride, and my favorite book is The False Prince by Jennifer A. Nielsen

Any current WIPs?

For the most part just Project Gemini.

Fandomverse is an rp chain, and I mostly do art for this not so much writing snippets

Elemental High is an idea I’ve been toying with. it’s basically Project Gemini, if it were a Disney Channel series. I think it’d be super interesting to see how I as a writer could tell the same story through a completely different lense/ how would the story change if I changed its intended audience?

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you what would your standard outfit be?

Lucky for all of you, I did make a cartoon me. The color would change based on what color my hair is

Create a character description of yourself:

If I thought anybody in an orthodontics factory was about to be isekaied or find a weird portal into another dimension it was this guy. He was at least 20 years younger than everyone else in the building and, in a lot of cases, twice that. But despite being super easy to spot in a crowd, he never really says much without prompting. Still, as loud as he is in a visual sense, he never seems entirely here. Like the voices in his head are more interesting than anything going on around him. Dude fucking lights up if you mention pizza though.

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

Not consciously no. People will say Quinn is based off my enby stoner best friend but from my point of view, I don’t know many enby stoners who aren’t like Quinn. But as a whole I like to let the characters tell me who they are. Any resemblance to someone real or imagined is purely coincidental.

Are you kill happy with your characters?

Rachelle, my partner for Project Gemini, would say yes. I have elected not to comment

Coffee or Tea while writing?

Hate to be the odd one out here but an ice cold Dr. Pepper is what I go for

Slow or fast writer?

If I can get a glove going I can write badly pretty fast. But overall, I’m 13 years into the only real project I’ve ever had and I’m still not done with book 1

Where/who/what do you draw inspiration from?

It helps for me to keep consuming new stories but honestly, the best inspiration comes from the interactions about my work from all of you out there. Unmatched. (Shoutout to @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet and @the-letterbox-archives for giving me so much)

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

Probably a librarian of some kind, just like I’m trying to do in real life. But I’m way to exhausted and disabled for that adventuring crap XD8

Most fav book cliche:

Oh I don’t know how to describe it. When the protagonist is a young boy without a father and they find a father figure/mentor/bodyguard. I eat that shit up and I don’t see it very often. [examples would be Sage and Mott from the Ascendance Trilogy/series by Jennifer A Nielsen and Matt and Tam Lin in The House of the Scorpion by Nancy Farmer

Least favorite cliche:

I really hate it when a main character (regardless of gender) is passive. It’s just so not fun to read about someone who never takes action in their situations.

Fav scene to write?

Almost any of Cas and Adrian’s interactions. I adore their dynamics

Reason for writing?

Because I’ve got shit inside my head and it’s not doing any good in there so I might as well get it out here.

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