#writing helps me cope

[l0sercat]

Shang Tsung x Yandere!Reader

Warnings: MDNI HEAVY NSFW, You can imagine this as any Shang Tsung(although when writing this I had the MK12 one in mind), non con, dub con, restraints/bondage, some somnophila, yandere themes, forced makeout, both male and female NSFW parts until then it's gender neutral, just really fucked up shit that I DON'T CONDONE, Everything I write is purely fictional please don't read if you can't handle these topics!!!

You've been fascinated with Shang Tsung for a while now. Ever since he came to your town to sell off his elixirs. He caught your attention by how he carried himself and how he spoke. You realized that he was wearing a disguise when you went to visit his shop late at night, and saw him take of the wig revealing his long silky black hair. You watched in the shadows as he went to pack up and leave.

Something all of a sudden was triggered in your heart. You felt it swell and you were overwhelmed with the feelings of need, love and passion for someone you didn't even know. It didn't help that you found him so attractive. Without even thinking you ran home and packed everything up that you needed and left hoping to catch up the man.

You've been stalking following him for over a few weeks now. You learned that his name was Shang Tsung and that what he sold were scams. But you didn't care, he could do no wrong in your eyes. He was perfect in everything he did. You were honestly surprised he hadn't noticed you lurking in the shadows, watching him sleep and rummaging threw his things, taking a few things that smell like him. Of course you eventually return them to not make him too suspicious.

When you notice he was ganged up on and beaten up by a few people you were enraged. You wanted to intervene and throw them off him. But you didn't want him to notice you yet. So you waited until they left and you chased after them and killed them. Not leaving any loose ends. You then went back to your unconscious darling and picked him and laid him on his makeshift bed. You gently tended to his wounds, eyes tearing up at seeing the damage done to him. You gently but quickly cleaned up the blood and tucked him into his bed and then kissed his forehead.

You noticed how cute he was sleeping like this. He was always cute when he slept, but seeing him so helpless and beaten up like this was new. He looks so different, somewhat pathetic and it stirred something in you. You then leaned down and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. You pulled back and admired his face before planting another kiss on his cheek and then his other and then on his temple. The next thing you know you plant and long kiss on his lips. You slowly part them with yours and slip your tongue inside.

You makeout with his unconscious form, lips craving his and your tongue thirsting after his taste. It delves and explores his mouth even circling his tongue. You pull back and a trail of saliva follows, you immediately dive back in and kiss him more harshly but still lovingly. You feel his stirring underneath you, you hardly notice or care. His eyes start to flutter open and when he feels his mouth being used he immediately awakes. He pushes you off of him and sits up. His eyes are blown wide and he glares at you.

"What the hell are you doing!?" His face is flushed and bruised making you bite your lip. "Oh my lovely darling Shang Tsung, I took care of those guys and bandage you up! I love you so much I just need you" you crawl close towards him making him jump back. "How dare you try to take advantage of my unconscious form! I will end you!" Your heart breaks a little and you stop right in front of him. Your face is in front of his and you reach trying to cup his face. He flinches away and he starts to shake, the way his hair frames his face perfectly has you distracted.

You lean in and capture his lips with yours again and he tries pushing you off of him. It's useless of course, you've taken several defense classes before so your pretty strong. You take his hands in yours and hold them in his lap as you assault his mouth. He tries flailing his body but you straddle his waist as you continue to shove your tongue down his throat. His eyes tear up and a few escape cascading down his perfect face. He makes a few muffled noises of protest, but eventually stops and relaxes into the kiss.

You pull off of him and catch your breath, your hungry hazy gaze meets his pathetic glassy one. You feel something poke you and you look down to see a bulge in his pants. You grin at him as he closes his eyes in shame and embarrassment. His breathes are shallow and fast, he trembles underneath you. You move him to where he is underneath you. Although he tried struggling in the process you made sure to shut it down.

You knew this was wrong it was so wrong. You wanted him to want you too maybe in different circumstances, but it just felt so right. You needed him right now and you knew deep down that he needed you too. Even if he says no you know he wants it as well. You just want to help him out! Help him relieve some stress and take care of him properly just like you should.

Female part!

You straddled his naked form with your own. You rubbed your soaking pussy against his cock. You softly moaned and he had his head thrown back and eyes screwed shut. "Stop don't-" His hands were restrained behind his back with some rope you found. "Look at how soaked you made me my darling, fuck~"

Shang refuses to give you satisfaction of making him feel good. You move your hand to guide him inside you. You lower yourself slowly onto him and moan. He gasps and his whole body shudders feeling you engulf his cock with your warmth. It's been so long since he has had sex, but he did not want it to happen like this. He was so much more sensitive and he has to fight against his body. It's betrays him in this assault, making him feel pleasure while his mind is in pain.

Tears gather in his eyes and threaten to spill as you ride him. You bounce up and down on his cock, your hand circling your clit making you moan. You use your other hand to trace his chest, playing with his nipples and running over his lightly toned chest. He hated the feeling of your warm hand toying with his sensitive buds. It was a strange foreign feeling that for some reason made him feel good. He hates your warm soft hands on him admiring his build, he hates you in general for claiming you love him and then raping him.

He hates himself for enjoying this even if he doesn't want it. He just wants this to get over with but he knows it's useless praying. His face is flushed and his hair sticks to his forehead. His mind goes blank as you fuck him. He tries to disassociate out if the whole experience, but you make it impossible. Moaning out 'I love yous' And other crazed nonsense. You lean down and suckle on his neck, gently licking and sucking eventually biting. Making sure his neck and chest were covered in hickeys. Your mark and claim on him, making sure everybody saw that he belonged to someone.

Shang tried to stifled a moan but you heard it and grinned. "C'mon my darlin enjoy the pleasure with me I promise it'll ease your stress" He grits his teeth and avoids your eyes. You bounce harder on his cock, speeding up your thrusts taking him by surprise. His eyes shoot open and are fixed on your form. His eyes remind you of a little doe, big and glassy. He moans loudly and grunts trying to not let out any more noises. His sounds encourage you, you put your hands on his chest and start to fuck yourself on his cock. He tries to not focus on your body or anything, but the way you bounce has him hypnotized. His eyes leak out more tears and he whines under your touch.

Shang's cock twitches inside you and soon your slamming your hips onto his with a loud moan. You both cum, Shang's load shoots into your womb filling it up to the brim. And you squirt around his cock creating a sticky mess. Shang lets out a whiny moan and his body shudders with how overwhelming the orgasm was. His eyes roll back as tears still flow out. You lick up the tears enjoying how salty they taste. He feels disgusted but he can't seem to force a glare or scrunch up his face. He just pants and curses you silently. You coo at him and gently kiss his face as he can no longer even make a face at you. He just lays there as you get off of him and clean up the mess. Eventually tucking him in and cuddling up to his stiff body. He silently cries more before exhaustion forces him asleep.

Male part!

You had him on his stomach and ass facing you. His hands were restrained behind his back with some rope you found. He was clenching and unclenching his hands. His eyes were wide and he started to cry, his sobs sounding heavenly to your ears "Please stop don't!-" He trembled obviously never had his hole used and was very scared. You chucked and leaned over him and in his ear "Don't worry darling I'll go nice and gentle, get you nice and ready, I just want to make you feel good" Shang shook his head and bit his lip to hold back his sobs. He wouldn't seem weaker that he already does.

You kissed the shell of his ear and moved down towards his neck to kiss and suck gently. Marking it up with your love and making sure everyone knows who he belongs to. Shang gasps and tries to hold back his moan, but fails. "See daring it feels good just relax and enjoy it, I only want the best for you~ I promise next time you can be the one giving!" You then stick your fingers near his face. "C'mon suck on them you'll need the lube" Shang looks at them at you and slowly back towards your fingers. He begrudgingly opens his mouth, he lets you thrust them in and out and he takes it, glad you were generous enough to even lube him up.

You eventually pull out your fingers and bring them to his hole. He gasps and pushes his face into the bed. He isn't ready especially when you stick them in, he wants to scream at the painful unwanted intrusion. He lets out a muffled groan and everything clenches and shakes. He hates the feeling and he cries as you scissored and pumped your fingers in him. Once you deemed him prepared enough you lined yourself up, your tip teasing his hole. He shot his head up, his face was stained with tears and salvia. His eyes were wide, puffy, and red, tears spilling out "No please no anything else but that!-" His pleas are silenced as you shove it in slowly. He gasps and lets out a noise of pain. "Ngh bastard!"

You slowly bottom yourself out into him as he whimpers in pain. You wrap your hand around his aching stiff cock. You slowly pump him with every thrust you make. Your fingers ghosting over the tip and tracing the veins. He closes his eyes hating that he was enjoying the pain and pleasure. "Oh Shang I love you so much, fuckk~" Shang scrunches up his face in disgust. How could you love him, you don't know him not does he know you and then now your hurting him! He scoffs internally his anger brewing and he is planning your demise.

Then you start to hit that sweet spot inside him. He gasps loudly and to his shock he moans. He curses himself seeing you smile down at him. "Did that feel good my darling? I want you to enjoy this too!" Shang looks away gritting his teeth, his face was red and his hair clings to his forehead. Sweat covers his body as you keep on hitting his sweet spot over and over again. He tries to fight back the sounds he makes but a few moans escape his lips.

His eyes roll into his skull and he whines, getting closer and closer to his orgasm. Your hand pumps his cock faster and faster, matching the rhythm of your thrusts. The sounds of you fucking Shang are simply background noise as you try to listen in on Shang's whine and pleas. You analyze every detail on his face seeing what he likes and doesn't like. Wanting him to feel more pleasure than he's ever experienced. You don't even care about your own release.

With a few more thrusts and pumps you finally finish inside Shang gripping his hips harshly and keeping them flush against you. He clenches around you greedily sucking in all your cum. He soon follows you and cums against his will. "Ngh fuck you!~" he breathes out as his load shoots over your hand and his bed. You look at him with love and lust filled eyes. "Oh darling no matter what you say I will always love you, I hope you enjoyed this" you pull out of him making his softly gasp.

His body falls onto the bed and thanks whoever is out there that it's over with. His body is bruised and used and all he wants to do is scratch off every part of him that was touched by you. He hates himself for not putting up more of a fight and even cumming from your assault. He cries silently some more and when you flip him around and start cleaning him up he tries to disassociate. You coo at him and mumble nonsense, but he doesn't pay attention. Not even when you finish cleaning him and tuck him under the covers with you as you hold him close to your chest. Making sure he can't get out of your grasp. He eventually succumbs to sleep as a final tear slides down his cheek.

[psychopomp-and-circumstanced]

How it Feels To Chew Depression Gum (TW Sewer Sidal Thoughts)

It’s gradual every time. A self-check at first “Do I want to die?” No? Check. All systems clear. Yes? Ok, time for concern, time to search, time to fall down a rabbit-hole of reddit searches and google deep dives hoping for some kindred spirit to answer to why you feel the way you do.

"Does anybody else want to die but not want to kill themselves? "Anybody?" " Is anybody else feeling an immediate soothing wash of relief at the thought of no longer existing, of fighting through life?" And therein lies the rub. You’ll swim through the torrent of results, periodically pausing at each, peering at it, appraising it, combing through its finer details, hoping, praying, that somebody else has the solution to your unhappiness. Perhaps if first, you find what links you and the internet stranger, then you’ll find the answer to your pain.

But it’s a rabbit-hole for a reason, it is a pit. It buries you under mounds of other people’s sadness. Profound and endless grief echoing from souls reaching out, like you, for a lifeline. Reaching for someone, anyone, to listen, to connect, to make them feel like they aren’t drowning alone. It’s powerful, really, and corrupting. It cuts to the raw core of you, preying on the wounds you’ve opened in search of solace or answers. It seeps inside you, diseased rotted thing that it is, and adds to your own dark spiral until it’s a tempest in your mind and body. An indescribable all-consuming feeling that builds and claws you from within, desperately trying burst from your chest.

The only thing left to do at that point, is scream, cry, rage against the coil tightening inside you pulling you taut till you’re ready to snap. “I’m not depressed” you tell yourself over and over, a mantra, a prayer really. “So why do I feel so fucking shitty!”

 That’s the problem, really, there is no answer. There is no why. There is no reason you want to scream and cry at nothing in particular, to rake your nails across your skin so you feel something other than the gnawing misery chewing at the edges of your mind.  I guess you are depressed. And that’s what it takes. A slow dawning realization, a prickly feeling of wanting to die, nothing serious at first, before the waves surge in like tides in the night, slowly but surely, and the sadness comes again. The episode starts.

[nerolikestowander]

I’m back with the feelings :))

[cthulhus-curse]

May we have the manipulative stoner emo Wanda Remi? 🥺

Manipulative stoner emo Wanda who mocks you when you first meet because of how innocent you still are, never having tried weed before. So Wanda makes it her prerogative to be the one to corrupt you as her own.

She will infuse food and feed it to you, pretending nothing is wrong and giggling away whenever you start finding yourself feeling loopy.

Wanda who will call you a chicken and laugh in your face when you tell her you don't want to smoke, which always ends with her holding a joint to your mouth.

Wanda will oftentimes beg you to roll for her, quoting that "If you really liked me as much as you say, you'd do this for me."

Sometimes she will slip you special gummies and pull you to her lap so she can grope you all over. Wanda really enjoys how sensitive you are to her touches, especially when she drags her ring-covered fingers over your nude skin.

Cockwarming Wanda's strap while she smokes a blunt and you get high off the fumes.

Also, she is incredibly touchy when high and cannot stop cupping you between your legs or trying to fuck you.

[runby2]

Kinda miss your aa4 whump stuff, it was neat

more enmeshment horror 4 u

[amogus-real-not-clickbait]

oopsie forgor to post this!!

part 4 of my little debut to carrot soup :] !!

| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | ..? |

this is all i've got for now! ive been low on motivation recently so im just kinda. trying to find something that sparks anything in me,, but i may draw more panels for this, who knows! my carrot soup appreciation days certainly aren't done soooooooo

(pssst. in case u forgor or didn't know. carrot soup is this really nice really sweet good nice fic series on ao3. by @crowned-ladybug. here it is pls check it out if u liked my little visual interpretation !! )

oh yea btw i hid an amogus in this one heheee ඞ

[cb-writes-stuff]

“You can’t enjoy being neurodivergent/disabled/having X disorder if it makes you suffer so much! How dare you be making jokes about it!!!” Well you see, your bad days only suck a little bit so you don’t appreciate the good days very much. My bad days suck so much worse, so I only appreciate the good days that much more to compensate.

[deliriuxe]

Don’t imagine Baggs sitting beside you in bed, and he takes notice when you begin to stir in your sleep, fidgeting around and uttering indecipherable attempts at words to yourself. He observes you, watching your stiff and disconcerted bouts of shifting as the muscles in your face twitch and contort,, your grasp clamping down on fistfuls of blanket fabric. 

Don’t imagine how the doctor places to the side whatever he was reading or writing on in that moment, how he  scoots in a little closer to where you lay, or how he leans in to where you were, fussing about in the midst of your subconscious, placing a palm over your forehead, whispering a few quiet words to you, and how the magic laced in both are able to settle you back down from your throes. How you give off a soft, extended exhale and sink back down into your pillow— and your body stills again. At peace.

[realbeefman]

stacy is sooo interesting because she's in love with house but knows that they will never ever be able to have a healthy, stable, sane relationship because they're too similar so. she finds house-lite instead and marries him and. essentially moves on with her life! and is successful in this because she's a moderately well-adjusted person!

wilson, in contrast, never manages to escape the inevitable, in spite of his best efforts to find a house-lite of his very own, because he's an absolute fucking freak and ends up glued to house to the bitter. bitter end

[dreamissy]

What fucks me up about the Cazador fight is that in the end he is just some guy, a vampire sure, but just some guy.

Astarion’s stories build him up to be an inhumanly strong monster, his fear painting the picture of someone strong and terrifying. But once you get to him, Cazador is almost underwhelmingly plain and his entire fight isn’t the nightmare that you would have anticipated.

Sure, he has a few good spells but he spends most of the fight hiding behind his servants and turning himself into mist. A few well placed arrows and a few spells of your own and he goes down without barely any fight. It’s his servants that make the fight complicated.

Cazador himself is not a threat to your party. It’s those that he controls that are the danger and that’s why he lost as easily as he did. Because he couldn’t fathom that Astarion, someone he deemed his creation, someone he forced to do his abhorrent biddings for years, was part of what made Cazador so powerful.

Cazador without his “creations” is just a man.

Astarion without his “creator” is a man who’s loved.

[fatedroses]

he is indeed very proud of himself.

[starleska]

oh my god GUYS. this line from the novelisation of The Giggle, from the Toymaker's perspective!!!! OF COURSE HE READS FAN FICS. OF COURSE HE KNOWS WHAT FANDOM IS!! WHAT ARE FANWORKS IF NOT A FORM OF PLAY?!?! 😭😭😭😭😭

[graceofagodswrath]

She tore across the fields, the deserts and the oceans. She destroyed villages, cities and empires. She jumped across planets and worlds, ravaging, killing, burning. Nothing could stop a woman with such rage in her soul.

And a mother’s wrath in her bones.

It had been peaceful. An out of the way back world planet, green and bright. An oasis form of the planet earth. And it was a secret. A secret she kept between her and her child. A little boy, sweet as can be. With swirling black curls atop his head and big honey brown eyes, he’d stare at the only home he knew with playful awe. He’d dance while she tended to the garden, sing as they walked the wood’s paths. He’d ask a million questions about a million things, and she rarely grew tired of it. He filled her days with entertainment and happiness, and she filled his with knowledge and play.

But all good things end. That is the universe’s constant cycle. She came back from a mountainous trip to find her home ravaged, and her boy gone. She tore through the ruins, a woman of green spirits no longer. Now, she was fire and brimstone. A mountain of storm.

It didn’t take long for her to find the tracks. She called back to her dark past, the one she ran from to keep her child in a net of safety. It only did so much good. So she called back that dragon fire fury of her warrior days, and hunted down those scavenging fools who’d taken her only treasure.

And caught them she did. She stormed their ship, all metal and fang, claw and bullet, sweeping through them like a hurricane. Blood and carcasses painted the bridge in eerie art.

But she did not find her boy. However, She did find her next target. And it would not be long until they’d tasted the rage of her blades.

So beware the venomous scorn of a woman.

And the hellfire of a mother’s wrath.

[aster-daydream404]

Unrelated to any of the usual things i talk or reblog about over here in my silly little corner, but as i got back into the LMK fandom bc of shadowpeach bio parent au and delve into the fanfictions because of PittedPeaches' AGAOC, i just want to say that... holy shit Red Son you and your actually dysfunctional family's dynamic DID NOT HAVE TO HIT THAT HARD IM SCREAMING IM CRYING IM SOBBING IM TEARING MY HAIR OUT IM BITING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE!!!

[2amficposting]

Split Ends - Prologue II | Shigaraki x Reader

Synopsis: Shigaraki ponders about his old friend. Old scabs get picked, old places revisited, and new feelings emerge. He swore he had a plan when he saw you that day, but plans change, don’t they?

📝 gn!reader | childhood friend! reader

-

Shigaraki had never been one to feel confused about anything. He had been the most certain he’s ever been at his stance on his past. He was abandoned, then taken in, then let the truest form of reality show itself piece by piece. He was certain of who he was.

So why is it that he was confused when he saw you for the first time in a decade?

It was no surprise that when he saw you after a decade or so, he was planning something. Planning a reunion, of sorts. Yet he was stuck, stuck in the rut of trying to find out just what the hell happened to you for you to come back so suddenly. He had been tracking you, of course. Memorizing your routine, the steps home, where you usually frequent. He needed everything before he could even begin to act on this so-called “reunion” plan.

He slumps over his chair, feverishly playing the sims to get his mind off of things. He needed to have control of something right now.

Memories of when you were kids began to replay in the back of his mind. You were his closest friend back then, and you probably would think that you still are now. He could hear the shared giggling ringing in his ear as he continued to get sucked into the game. He cant admit it. He won’t admit it.

Still, the sounds of your laughter echoed in the back of his mind as he continues to be brought back to that place, back to the few things he remembered from his childhood.

They say that it’s normal to be battling demons from the past, but you couldn’t exactly fit the description of one. You were sweet, kind, and the only one outside his mother who had treated him the nicest in his life. You had indulged in his fantasies of becoming a hero. You had tried your hardest to play with him despite your parents’ wishes, and you especially were trying until you couldn’t anymore to see him.

So why, why is he so pissed off right now?

Maybe it’s because you were the only living person alive to know “Tenko” and only “Tenko”. Perhaps it’s because you were the only one he didn’t already disintegrate, the only one he hadn’t ruined by his own hands. Or maybe it’s his reaction to knowing that there is one other person alive that would be able to understand him now.

He knew you were at least alive. But you were unreachable, at least now.

Ah. His sim just blew up the stove. Great.

Shigaraki scoffs, leaning back as he stares up the ceiling. He breathes in the room air as he ponders what had happened to get you to come back here.

-

Visions of the past starts to resurface. He remembered, you used to play with him after school, didn’t you?

The sounds of birds chirping in the background colored his ears as he remembered the streets you two would walk together with. You had a hero action figure on one hand, and the box at the other. "I can't believe it! We scored another goodie!" Laughter filled the air as the two of you shared glances at the toy. "You're too good at this sometimes...it's insane!" Tenko exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air once as if he were a superhero. You smiled "I know right! My quirk's looking up to be quite useful after all~" - Shigaraki clicked feverishly again, trying to undo a fire. - More visions appeared. This time, you were the one to wait outside his house.

"Tenko! It's me! I got the board game!" Tenko of course, ran downstairs with his backpack and hat ready. His mother shared nodding glances at yours as the two of you head over to your house to play. In your room, you open up the board game to reveal a monopoly game. Only this time, you two wouldn't be playing the usual way. Pieces began to float as you closed your eyes, manipulating a scene of a lively city area. The pieces move and manipulate to your heart's whims, Tenko only stared in awe as the molded plastic suddenly turned lively. "What do you see, Tenko? I need to keep my eyes closed to keep going" Tenko furrowed his brows, tilting his head as he sees a man trying to control his out of control dog from.

"A guy is trying really hard to control his dog right now" he giggled, leaning closer to watch the events unfold. You could only giggle back, shutting your eyes further as you imagined that scenario even more vividly. "And what's happening now?" Tenko stares down, seeing a group of individuals dance around near the beach. "There's a dance group right now! They're doing that one kira kira sequence!" You gasped, opening your eyes "Really?!" Just like that, everything stopped, reverted, and fell to the side. The two of you sighed, disappointed at the sight. A pout formed at your face "It's not fair...I wanna see my quirk too..." You slumped over, fiddling with one of the plastic pieces "If only I could open my eyes without disabling my quirk...It's no fun only having to hear what's happening while everything's pitch black..." A sigh escaped your lips, yet Tenko muttered out, his face flushing "Well, if we were a hero duo, I can look out for the stuff you're doing always" Your eyes opened up "That's a great idea! We'll duo this thing together!"

Tenko looked over at you, his eyes glimmering with a sense of admiration. "Y-you really mean that?" You smiled, pumping your fist in the air "Yeah! We could be a hero duo just you'll see! You be my eyes and I'll be your hands!"

- Another screw-up. Shiggy's sim didn't feed their baby again. -

Another memory. One that wasn't so...happy. It was the last time he had ever saw you. A day before you left the neighborhood, and the day you left him. You were in his room this time, flipping through the comic books that Tenko had borrowed from the library. The air was quiet, but even he could tell that you were troubled by something. You spoke out finally, “My parents are mad at me again...” Tenko looked over, closing the comic as he looked over at you in confusion. "Dad doesn't like my quirk at all...he told me that if I keep using it, I'll get in serious trouble" You frowned, continuing "What does he know anyway? It's not fair..."

Tenko could only look down, saddened that you're being punished for something so great. I mean, why would your dad even find issue with this? It's your quirk for goodness’ sake! If anything, you should be able to use it as much as you wanted! You sighed, rolling over closer to Tenko "But y'know...Mom has a way to convince dad that my quirk is any good" Snickering through your words, you smiled "If all goes well tomorrow, I'll be in the clear to be a certified hero when I grow up!" Tenko only smiled, chuckling softly as he reminisced about that promise of being a hero duo with you.

"I can't wait for tomorrow then!"

- Shigaraki's eyes twitched as he sees the notification bar on the top right. His baby was taken away.

He took a deep breath, hands shaking as he tried his best to not disintegrate his mouse.

"Dammit."

Shigaraki cursed at himself silently. He stared up at the boarded out windows, seeing the moonlight illuminate his room as he stared at the clock right next to one of the windows. It was time for your nightly walks. He begins scratching his neck again, thinking...

Maybe it was time to pay you a visit. Personally.

[tetzoro]

starting a new kuroo fic and all my WIPs just sighed at me