#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!!

[unhingedangstaddict]

The bucktommy mpreg brainrot is so real wtf. I never thought in a million years I'd write an mpreg fic and well,,,

Here's my latest wip

Tommy was sitting on the bathroom floor next to the toliet again, crying for no reason again. He was so sick of the spontaneous crying and worse he didn’t even know why he was crying. Tommy had cried after the break-up, but he’d mostly stopped after two-ish weeks. He was sick of feeling the way he’d felt all week- horrifically nauseous and tired no matter how much he slept.

Tommy was so caught up in his wallowing and his crying that he didn’t hear Lucy enter the house, didn’t notice her standing in the doorway to the ensuite. He only noticed her when she set a plastic bag from a drug store down at his feet.

Tommy sniffled and looked up at Lucy. “I’m starting to regret giving you a key.” He wiped the tears off his cheeks.

“Is it really so terrible having someone look out for you?” Lucy crossed her arms.

Tommy was quiet.

“Thought so.” Lucy nodded.

Tommy curiously reached for the bag and looked inside.

“First time ever for me, the women's version of something was cheaper than the mens version. It’s the exact same thing, just different colored packaging.” Lucy said nonchalantly.

Tommy hardly registered what Lucy was saying as he plucked the box out of the bag. A three pack of pregnancy tests. In an instant it felt like his world had been flipped on it’s axis.

There was no way this was actually happening, but if he was- if Lucy was right about this, it would make sense. The headaches, the fatigue, the random crying, the nausea and vomiting- morning sickness. Now that Tommy thought about it, it seemed like his sense of smell had maybe been heightened the last week or so too.

“If I’m way out of line here Tommy, just tell me, it’s fine. I’ll keep ‘em for next time I have a scare.” Lucy offered.

Tommy swallowed thickly. His mind and heart were racing. This couldn’t be happening.

“Tommy?” Lucy prompted.

“I don’t know.” Tommy said quietly. Clearly Lucy had been thinking about this at least since they were on the phone not that long ago. Her suggestion to drink something made even more sense now. Tommy couldn’t believe this was his life.

“What- what do you mean you don’t know?” Lucy asked.

“I never uh, I never got tested to see if I’m a carrier.” Tommy couldn't take his eyes off the box of pregnancy tests.

“You’re joking right?” Lucy sounded shocked or maybe even pissed.

Tommy shook his head.

“How could you be so irresponsible?” Lucy questioned. “You- I can’t believe you never got tested. I can understand not getting tested as a kid with your dad being the way he is but Tommy, you’re- you sleep with men! How could you not get tested?”

Tommy spoke with a monotone voice, head clearly elsewhere. “Parents never bothered. Then I was in denial about being gay and thought I could make myself fall in love with a woman. Then it didn’t matter because I was never serious enough to ditch condoms. Then it didn’t matter when I was serious enough to ditch condoms because I was almost exclusively the top and I was too old. The thought never even crossed my mind in all the time I was with Evan.”

“Oh my god Tommy.” Lucy mumbled.

“I know.” Tommy swallowed thickly. “I guess I have to take one of these now, huh?”

“I’d recommend all three, actually.” Lucy told him. “These things aren’t the most reliable, always a chance of false negatives or positives, so it’s best to take more than one test but if you take two and get two different results then you won’t feel any better or worse than you did before taking them, until you take another. So three at once.”

“Sounds like you know from experience.” Tommy looked up at Lucy.

“I’m a woman who does not exclusively sleep with other women.” Lucy shrugged.

Lucy left the bathroom so Tommy could take the tests, and as soon as he was finished he set them on the counter, opened the door for Lucy, started a timer, and sat back down on the floor again, not confident that he wasn’t going to throw up again at any moment.

Lucy came in and sat next to Tommy on the floor. Just by looking at him she could tell he wasn’t in the mood to talk and for the time being she knew everything she needed to know. Tommy hadn’t even thought about the possibility of this so Lucy was certain that Tommy had no idea what he’d want to do about it- if Tommy was pregnant it was undoubtedly Evan’s, and Tommy was scared and heartbroken right now. Instead of talking Lucy just took his hand and held onto it.

Three minutes felt like an eternity, and if it wasn’t for Lucy holding onto Tommy’s hand, he was sure he would’ve completely lost his grip on reality. He distantly heard the timer on his phone going off, followed by Lucy giving his hand a squeeze. Tommy stopped the timer. He couldn’t look at the tests. He couldn’t move. “Can you look?” He rasped.

“Of course.” Lucy said gently. She stood, not letting go of Tommy’s hand and looked at the tests on the counter. There were two visual tests and one digital test with a weeks along indicator.

The visual tests both showed plus signs, meaning the tests were positive.

The digital test read ‘Pregnant 3+’, meaning three or more weeks along.

“Luce?” Tommy’s grip on her hand tightened.

“Positive.” Lucy told him.

“All of them?” Tommy wondered.

“All three.” Lucy nodded.

Tommy nodded slowly. “Okay.” He whispered as tears stung his eyes and quickly began to fall.

Lucy squeezed Tommy’s hand and returned to her spot on the floor next to him.

Tommy pulled his knees to his chest, rested the arm that wasn’t holding Lucy’s hand on his knees, put his head down, and sobbed for so many reasons it felt like there wasn’t even a reason to be crying at all.

[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!

[shreedle]

Tagged in this post HERE by @kimium! Let's get to it!

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

If I included every single thing in my unfinished fics folders then this would be as long as the "Do You Love the Color of the Sky" post. So I'm only gonna post things I'm actively working on at the moment. c:

-Anankos Trio Ship Fic (Fire Emblem Fates)

-V5 Such Are the Whims of Fate (Fire Emblem Fates Timetravel)

-Tinted Azure Skies - Sequel (Fire Emblem Fates)

-AU Svarga Vile Mode Canon (Mega Man X, Svarga AU)

-A False Messiah (Mega Man ZX, Asphodel AU Part 2)

-A New Hope (Mega Man ZX, Asphodel AU Part 3)

-A Crafty Counsel (Mega Man ZX, Asphodel AU Part 4)

-Asphodel ZX Prequel (Mega Man ZX, Asphodel AU Part 0?)

I tag: @nitkat360 @tyrantchimera @sneakyswag and I guess whoever else wants to because I just got home from work and I can't think of that many people lmao. (No pressure if you don't want to do it!

[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]

[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!

[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.

[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.)

[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.

[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)

[nebraskashouse]

Hey, there!

Hi, hello! I created this blog to share some of my stories, ramble, and feed my SDV Harvey brainrot (it is really bad!). You can call me Mimi or Nebraska, and my pronouns are she/her/hers.

I haven't written fiction in a really long time, and I have never written fanfiction before, so all of this is really new to me. I'm also not an English native speaker, so if my thoughts sometimes don't make sense, it's because they are not in Portuguese.

My stories, just as well as my blog, are +18, so minors do not interact.

Below the cut you can find some more information on it. See you on the other side!

My Works

First and foremost, here's the link to my AO3.

My main series is called The Edge of Town, and it can be divided into three years so far. Please, mind the color scheme to know the rating of each story, it's the same used on AO3.

Year One

Between Her and the Creatures of the Earth

Chronologically, the first story of Genevieve and Harvey I have written so far. He visits her at the farm in a Fall afternoon and is faced with some realizations about her.

False God (WIP)

Harvey's Year One birthday. Their relationship is new and delicate, and they decide to take an important step together. Chapter Two in development.

Year Two

If we died tonight, I'd die yours

Set in the Summer of Year Two, this is just a steamy one-shot that I wrote for fun as I was still developing these two idiots as characters. A little sneak peak into their established relationship.

Year Three

A House in Pelican Town (WIP)

My main story, set in Year Three. Things have changed, and not for the better. That's all I'll say. (Sometimes, it's all I know.) Currently on hiatus.

Recently, I had the chance to gift some lovely stories to dear friends. You can find them here:

A Good Morning, for KellyCataclysm (Harvey x OC Lyra)

Over the Midnight Moon, for Henarikat (Mr. Qi x OC Nora)

I was also gifted a lovely story, which you can always find here.

Playlist

All of my stories (and my life, honestly) have been deeply influenced by music, so I have developed a playlist to go with my main fic. You can find it here. Anyways, what you should know is that everything about this story is heavily inspired by Ethel Cain's A House in Nebraska (like, everything, really. Just pay enough attention). If you get the vibes, you know we're not really light-hearted around here.

Tags

I usually signal my updates with a couple of tags.

mimi writes for stories and chapters updates;

teot art for... well, art updates! there's some art requests too!

Thank you for your company around here!

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