#but once I'm done working through all the plotting for one thing I usually start plotting out the next!!!

[diaperedautistic]

finding diapers as a continent/semicontinent autistic

(This essay is not in Plain Language. Please tell me if you want a Plain Language version and I will write one.)

I was slow to toilet train: I routinely came home wet from kindergarten and was still wetting myself occasionally in third grade and later. This was mostly an executive function problem; I usually knew I had to pee, but didn't have the executive function to stop whatever I was doing to use the bathroom.

I didn't get much in the way of help for this: I was kicked out of diapers before entering kindergarten. In kindergarten and first grade, I was 'on a schedule', which meant staff would pull me out of class to take me to use the bathroom periodically, hopefully before I'd wet myself. As early as kindergarten, my parents yelled at me for wetting myself, and past first grade, yelling was all the help I got. No one suggested diapers as a way to avoid the shame and humiliation of accidents; it was apparently better for a third-grader to wet herself in front of her classmates than for her to wear diapers.

Eventually, like some autistics, I 'grew out' of it: I learned to absorb the executive function cost of interrupting myself to go pee, or the pain of holding it because I didn't want to interrupt myself, and I stopped wetting myself.

At some level, though, I always understood that diapers were something I needed: when I hit puberty, they became a fetish object; when I transitioned in my late twenties, they shifted to a non-sexual emotional comfort, and I started wearing them more often. As I worked through some of my childhood trauma in therapy, they shifted again, to a radical way of 'rewriting the story' for my younger self who'd needed them, and I started wearing them full-time.

(I want to stop here and acknowledge that I was privileged to be able to make this change in my life: I can afford to live by myself to avoid judgmental family or housemates, and I can afford to buy disposable diapers out of pocket. Many people can't, and I'd love to see diapers as a voluntary adaptation for autistics destigmatized and covered by insurance.)

Once I was wearing diapers full-time, something magical happened: my brain settled back into those same patterns from elementary school, using my diaper when I'm hyperfocused and using the toilet when I'm not. I find focused tasks easier and less stressful, since I don't have to interrupt myself to go use the bathroom in the moment or cope with the ongoing sensory and executive function cost of feeling and knowing that I have to go to the bathroom eventually. I don't worry about burning something on the stove, forgetting important context while programming, or losing the plot of a movie or TV show I wanted to watch. I can get what I wanted to get done more easily, and have more energy and cope left for other things.

Despite the obvious benefits, I still felt ashamed when I found myself wet after a period of hyperfocus; I wasn't 'supposed' to wet myself, and I wasn't 'supposed' to wear diapers.

A couple weeks ago, as part of a larger effort to find better accommodations for myself, I found @endeverstar's wonderful article "Finding AAC as a verbal/semiverbal autistic". It talks about how xe found speaking with mouth words difficult and stressful but was nonetheless forced into a bunch of speech therapy as a kid so xe could be considered "speaking"; nobody offered xem AAC as a kid because xe didn't 'need' it and it was stigmatized. Xe discovered AAC as an adult, quickly realized it was easier and less stressful than mouth words, and is at this point mostly-nonspeaking.

This was me, toilet training, and diapers. Everything suddenly made sense.

I found toileting without diapers as a backup difficult and stressful, but was nonetheless forced to so I could be considered "toilet trained"; nobody offered me diapers as a kid past the 'normal' age because I didn't 'need' them and they were stigmatized. I rediscovered diapers as an adult, realized they were easier and less stressful, and decided to wear them all the time.

Overnight, that last whiff of shame disappeared. Diapers aren't just a fetish object, an emotional comfort, or a way of 'rewriting' my trauma. Diapers are a valid adaptive choice for autistics, even those who are technically capable of always using the toilet!

So, to paraphrase endever*: if you're a continent or mostly-continent autistic person and you're wondering whether diapers might be useful for you -- consider this your permission slip! You're allowed to try them if you think they might help, and you're allowed to keep using them if you find them helpful. Toileting works for abled people, but isn't inherently superior; don't listen to anyone who says you're 'not allowed' to use diapers unless you 'need' them or that you should force yourself to always use the toilet if that doesn't work for you.

Everyone deserves access to the full range of communication methods that work for them, and likewise everyone deserves access to the full range of toileting strategies that work for them.

#incontinence #incontinent #neurodiversity #neurodiverse #neurodiverse squad #neurodivergence #neurodivergent #actually neurodivergent #autism #autistic spectrum #asd #autism spectrum disorder #autism spectrum condition #actually autism #autistic #actuallyautistic #actually autistic #ADHD #ADHD inattentive #ADHD problems #actually ADHD #autisticdiaperedandproud #autistic diapered and proud

[jad3s1]

Phillip Graves x fem!Reader (smut!!)

cw: smut with like no plot, graves being a bitch like usual, this is like my first smut ever…. Aftercare!! and masturbation(male) not proofread🙏

NSFW under cut!!

“Listen sweetheart, for all I know you are a great fighter and you work great out on the field but I don't know if I'm comfortable with you running around out there getting shot at out there” Graves tried to reason with you. “I am literally one of your best soldiers'' you pout as you look up at him. currently you were arguing with your captain about going on the next mission, it was almost a lost cause. It was like recently everytime you tried to go on missions he would stop you and tell you that it was too dangerous and that he found someone to take your place. you were always stuck back at base while everyone else got to have fun.

you were starting to think he was thinking you were weak. You were relatively shorter and smaller but just as physically capable as everyone else of the shadows. “You are very strong sweetheart, trust me I know better than anyone. but i think i'd be better if you stayed back on this one.” he said as he was getting more annoyed at your fighting back. your eyebrows furrowed and your eye slightly twitched. “I'm a part of the shadows just as much as everyone else! Why aren't I allowed to go with them? it's not like i'm slowing you down.” you say abc with anger and disappointment in your voice. “I'm your commander and you listen to me. now get back to the training hall soldier. I don't want to hear another word about you whining about this topic, understand?” he said sternly with a mean and cold look on his face. “Yes sir.” you say quietly before turning on your heels and walking to the training hall with the rest of the shadows.

after a few hours of training you walked to your dorm and closed the door after you, —changing into a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt— you went to your desk and started watching a show on your computer, american psycho really came in clutch when you wanted to get your mind off things, even if you never found it that scary. in the middle of the movie there was a knock at your door, you paused the movie and vent to open your door. graves stood there in more casual clothes, he looked at you before speaking up. “Can I come in? I want to talk to you,” he said. you sighed and had no choice but letting him in, you both sat down on your bed and there was a silent moment before graves spoke up again. “listen… I'm sorry for yelling at you, that was wrong and I know you're upset and I want to make it up to you, my sweet girl.” he spoke softly as he put a hand over your thigh and you looked up from the ground and into his eyes. “Will you let me go on the mission?” You said in an almost hopeful voice. “I was thinking something different… Just trust me, okay?” he said careful petting your upper thigh, all of this was known to you. you hadn't even had your first kiss. “Have you ever done something like this sweetheart?” he said with his slightly southern accent dripping from his words as he looked into your eyes. “n-no..” you admit shyly as blush spreads across your cheeks. “such a good girl, all for me.” he said as he cupped your cheek in his hands and turned your face to his, “ive… ive never had my first kiss either..” you shamefully answer. "That's okay baby, I'll teach you okay?” he said in a soft, almost baby type of voice. “Just close your eyes and be a good girl for me,okay baby?” he instructed, as you did what he said and closed your eyes he pulled you into a kiss and as his lips touched yours he tilted his head and gently started deepening the kiss.you let out a whine as if you were desperate for more, as you whined into the kiss he held the back of your head so you couldn't move. he bit your bottom lip and as you opened your mouth he entered with is tongue, and as his warm tongue danced along yours you could taste the sweetness of him through the kiss. once you finally pulled apart, breathlessly. a sting of saliva parted between you, the hand on the back of your head pulled you back into him and as you two were kissing his hand started inching closer into your inner thigh. you whined again, this time it was more of a soft moan than anything. smiling as you pulled a part he said looking into your lustful eyes “you're doing so good for me. you wanna keep being a good girl for me?” He spoke soft and slow. you nodded your head “okay, get onto my lap sweet girl” He patted his thigh, and you crawled obediently into his lap sitting facing him.

A blush spread on your face as you could feel the material of his jeans rub you against your silk pajama shorts. you started to feel a tingly sensation, you felt it before when he was looking so deeply into your eyes but never really thought of it before. you subconsciously began softly grinding against his leg as you hid your face in his shoulder. “Good girl” Graves muttered as his hands found their way to your hips as he gently guided you to go a little harder. your pussy started to get wet as your moans were muffled by Graves shoulder. “you want me to help you through your orgasm baby girl?” he murmured as he kissed your neck. you whined in response,and one of the hands he had on your hips moved from your hips and into your shorts. pussing past you white cotton panties he rubbed soft care full circles on your clit, after a few circles he moved his hand down and slightly teased your entrance before slowly pushing in one of his fingers, you moaned as tears filled up your eyes when he pussed in the second one and they started moving inside your gummy walls.after a few thrusts and you desperately whimpering, you finally manage to pull your head out of teh crook of his neck “nhg, plea- please im gonna- ah fuck” you moan out. he pumps his fingers faster into your dripping pussy “its okay baby, be a good girl and cum for me” he cooed at you. as he did, you finally came. as the orgasm ripped through you you let out a slutty whimper\moan.

Afterwards he laid you down on the bed and cleaned you off with a warm, wet towel. He found you a fresh pair of panties and tucked you into bed, pulling the sheets over you and kissing your forehead. He sat next to your bed stroking your head and whispering sweet nothings into your hair until you finally fell asleep. Once you did he got up and went to his own room.

when he was in his own room he changed into sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt, once he laid down in his own bed he felt his cock was painfully hard as he remembered your sweet moans. he reached a hand down his pant and softly palmed himself through his boxers, he finally after some time pulled his cock into his hand and started pumping it fast up and down as he let out the filthiest groan you will ever hear. he jerked himself off tho the memory of your soft moans and whimpers. Once he finally came he was a panting mess.

He laid his head down on his pillow and closed his eyes as he fell asleep with the cold air hitting his body that was not covered by the sheets.

#phillip graves x reader #fanfiction #first smut #cod mw smut #phillip graves #cod graves #smut #fanfic #phillip graves x you #please like #this was in my drafts

[secrethiddenundercoverperson]

Fem!Reader x TWDG Luke - Part 2.

All That Remains | Locked away

23yo , Fem!Reader , slow burn , long plot , reader is in place of young Clementine .

Fandom: The Walking Dead Game, Season 2 Reader pronouns: She/Her

Wc. 6.7K

Warning: Brief indications of SA.

A/N: Things involving Luke will now start to pick up.

IN THIS EPISODE | Comfort, no romance, cute Luke x reader interactions.

PREVIOUSLY ON TWD:

Y/N: We need to find a group. People we can trust. We've been on our own for too long.

Christa: Trust? You think you can trust someone out here? Not now. Not anymore.

~

Stranger: Out here alone? In the middle of nowhere? But we haven't met anyone yet. How many people are you with?

Christa: I'm by myself!

Christa, run!

~

Christa, are you there?

~

"Sam". Well, nice to meet you, Sam.

Oh my God. Thank you! Look, Sam, a can!

It's okay. He's dead. Look, you can see the bite. Looks like he tried to cut it out.

But that never works...

~

I guess you're pretty hungry too.

Here ya go.

Hey! Don't eat it all.

~

I'm... I'm sorry, Sam.

~

Stranger: I'm out! Grab her, let's go!

Now, on The Walking Dead:

ManWithBow: I'm out! Grab her, let's go!

ManWithMachete: Come on, girl. We gotta get.

The man with the machete picks me up and carries me in his arms. They run through the forest past the approaching walkers. Once they outrun the threat, they slow down.

ManWithBow: I think... I think we're safe.

ManWithMachete: Yeah... yeah, we're good. Hey, you alright...?

Y/N: I... I think so.

ManWithBow: What are you doing out here?

ManWithMachete: Where are the, uh... the people you're with?

ManWithBow: I don't want them thinkin' we're doin' anything but tryin' to help you. Hmm... not sure how the group is gonna feel about another mouth to feed.

Y/N: My friend and I got attacked.

They will remember that.

ManWithBow: Hmm... these folks mention what they were after?

Y/N: They might've just wanted food. We were cooking some sort of weasel.

ManWithMachete: They attacked you for a weasel? Damn. That is low. 

ManWithBow: They might've attacked you for a different reason. Were these a group of men?

I nod my head yes.

ManWithBow: Yeah... Usually men like that- ... They might not have wanted the weasel.

My stomach turns remembering that moment. I was almost caught by that man. God knows what he would have done... What... could have happened to Christa. I start to tear up and become visibly upset.

ManWithMachete: Lets not think about that, okay? And trust that we're not trying to do anything similar... Anyways- They didn't mention any names, right? They weren't searching for anybody?

I shake my head no and try to calm myself.

ManWithBow: Hmm.

Luke: Well, I'm Luke, and this is Pete.

Pete: Hey there.

Y/N: Hi. I'm Y/n.

Luke: It's nice to meet you, Y/n. For now, we're gonna take you back to our group, okay? We got a doctor with us, and you look like you could use some-- ... Oh, shit...

Luke notices the blood on my sleeve and nearly drops me. He readjusts his grip on me, and gently places me on my feet as he stares at my arm wide-eyed.

Pete: What? What is it?

Luke: She's... she's been bit, man. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, what are we gonna do here?

Pete: Hmm...

Y/N: No! It was a dog!

Pete: I didn't see any dog, Y/n.

Luke: Come on, look, we just saw you with those lurkers back there!

Pete: I can't remember the last time I saw a dog.

Luke: So what do we do now?

They talk to each other as if I'm not standing right in front of them.

Y/N: No! Guys it really was a dog! I'm not lying!

Luke: Look, I want to believe you... but I gotta believe my own two eyes first... and I didn't see no dog around.

Y/N: No! It was from before!

Pete: Hmm... alright. Let's see it.

Luke: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, watch yourself.

I glare at Luke.

Luke: Hey, don't look at me like that! You're the one that's bit here, okay?

Pete helps me roll up my sleeve.

Y/N: See?

Luke: Is it, uh... is it like she says?

Pete: Hmm... well, could be a dog. Hard to say. So where'd this "dog" go? The one that did this.

Luke: Now, what... what does this matter, Pete? Seriously.

Pete: I wanna know how believable her story is.

Y/N: I... I killed it.

Luke: What? Really? A dog shows up and bites you and you just kill it?

Pete: What would you have done?

Luke: I don't know!

Y/N: It attacked me! I had to fight it off, and then... It got impaled on some spikes. We were at a campsite, so I believe it fell on top of some tent stakes... Seriously guys. I ended his suffering!

Luke: That's... That's a lot to take in. Are you really not making this up?

Pete: Y/n? You tellin' us the truth? You look me in the eyes when you answer.

Y/N: Yes.

Pete: Hmm. Alright, Y/n. That's good enough for me.

Luke: Sigh. Yeah but, what else was she gonna say?

Pete: I've got a good bullshit detector, Luke. That's why you can never beat me at poker.

Luke: scoffs You don't always beat me at... Alright, how can you be sure? I want to believe her but... y'know after everything- Nick ain't gonna like this... Not with what happened to--

Pete: You don't have to remind me of that, boy.

Luke: Right. Sorry, sir.

Pete pats Luke's shoulder.

Pete: Come on. Y/n, are you feelin' alright?

Y/N: I'm fine. Just... tired.

Luke: I'd carry you the rest of the way but... I'm sure you understand.

Y/N: Don't worry about...

That's when my head feels tingly, and my vision slowly fades black.

Luke: Ah, shit.

~

I eventually wake up on the ground... There's a whole group of people gathered around me. They're all arguing with each other.

ManWithRifle: Don't you tell me that! Not with what fuckin' happened.

PregnantWoman: Would someone mind telling me what the fuck is going on here?

Pete: Now hold on, Rebecca.

ManWithRifle: We got this, don't worry.

Rebecca: Like hell you do. Did anyone even think to ask where she came from? For all we know, she could be working with Carver!

Pete: She already told us that she and her friend were attacked. Then she was bitten by a dog.

Rebecca: What? And you just believed her? You should've put her out of her misery right there. Dog bite, my ass.

Y/N: I'm not wor--

The man with the rifle fires at the ground near me. I gasp and freeze in place. The shot was inches away from me. But by the look of it, I don't think he intended to shoot at me...

HeavyMan: What the...?

Pete rips the gun out of his hands.

Pete: Keep your finger off the trigger, boy!

Luke opens the door and runs outside to join the rest of the group.

Luke: Whoa, whoa, what the fuck Nick?!

Rebecca: You idiot! Every lurker for five miles probably heard that!

Nick: You're the one tellin' me to fuckin' shoot her!

HeavyMan: Everybody, just calm down for a second!

Luke: Y/n, you okay?

Y/N: I'm not... I'm not working for anyone. I don't know what you're talking about. I just need help.

Luke: We got a doctor right here, okay? He'll have a look. Now what the hell is wrong with you people?! Okay, she's just scared!

Rebecca: We're all scared, Luke. Don't act like we're the ones being irrational 'cause we don't buy this bullshit story.

Nick: No way she survived out here on her own! Why are we even arguing about this?!

Another man joins the group.

ManWithAccent: Let me take a look.

I draw back and away from the man in fear as he promptly heads towards me.

Luke: It's okay. Go ahead. He's a doctor.

I roll up my sleeve.

HeavyMan: Damn, that must've hurt.

The doctor inspects the wound.

Doctor: Hmm. Whatever it was, it got you good.

Nick: This isn't how we do things, man. When you're bit, you get put down. End of story. I'm not going through this again.

Luke: No one's suggestin' that.

Pete: We could take her arm off. 

I gasp. Immediately, I think of Lee, and how it didn't work for him...

Rebecca: It won't do any good. You'll just be makin' it worse for the girl.

HeavyMan: It's crazy. No one's gonna volunteer to do that.

Luke: I would. If it means saving her life.

Nick: Then what? How would we know it worked?

Luke: I- L-Let's just let Carlos have a look first!

I stare sadly at Luke, in hopes to appeal to him. He seems to have a good say in things.

Luke: Hey, look I'm on your side. I'm trying my best here.

A girl from inside the cabin opens the front door and peeks through it.

Girl: Who's she?

Carlos: Sarah, what'd I say? Stay inside.

Sarah closes the door.

Y/N: I don't mean to be any trouble. I just want to stop the bleeding and then I'll go. You'll never see me again, I promise.

Carlos: And where exactly would you go?

Y/N: To find my friend Christa.

Nick: Forget it. You won't get five feet.

Luke: Look, I may be in the minority here, but my gut tells me she's telling the truth. It probably is just a dog bite. Probably...

Nick: Of course you want to believe it. I'm sure you've got plenty of ideas in your head about her.

Luke: What? Shut the fuck up man? She's a kid! The fuck is wrong with you?

I look up at Luke with confusion.

Y/N: I'm not a kid?...

Nick: There ya go.

Luke: You're?- Man doesn't matter she's a small girl who is HURT. That's not how I'm thinkin' right now.

I'm still lost at what they're talking about, but I just forget about it.

Carlos gets up and returns to the group.

HeavyMan: So? What do you think?

Nick: Was it a lurker?

Carlos: A bite like that... could be anything. Only one way to find out.

Pete: How?

Carlos: We wait.

Rebecca: What?!

Carlos: By tomorrow morning, if the fever's set in, we'll know if she's gonna turn. In the meantime, we can lock her in the shed.

Y/N: What about my arm? It needs to get cleaned, and stitched, and bandaged!

Luke: The girl's in bad shape, Carlos.

HeavyMan: We have all that stuff inside the cabin, we could probably get by with...

Rebecca: Alvin, please...

Alvin: But, yeah, we can't do nothing.

Carlos: I'm not wasting supplies on a lurker bite. If it turns out you're telling the truth, I'll clean it and stitch it up for you in the morning.

Y/N: But...

Carlos walks away. I shudder... Just thinking about the night I'm going to have... No way I'll survive it!

Luke: I'm sorry. It's the best we're gonna get.

Pete offers the rifle to Nick, and he grabs it out of his hands.

Pete: Finger off the trigger, son.

Nick: I ain't your son.

Luke: Don't be like that, man.

Pete: It's alright. Boy's got his mom's temper.

Nick: Come on.

Nick, Luke, and I walk away.

Rebecca: This is just a waste of time. You'll see. And when she turns, I ain't gonna be the one cleanin' up the shed.

As we're walking, I'm holding my arm in pain.

Luke: Look, hold out the best you can, Y/n. And we'll see what's what in the morning.

We reach the shed; Luke opens the door and we exchange a sad glance. I walk into the shed and Luke closes the doors behind me. I can hear Luke and Nick talking from outside the door.

Luke: Why are we doing this? It's so dumb. It looked like a dog bite.

Nick: It's safer this way. And better she turns in there than in the cabin where we SLEEP.

Luke: Whatever man, go. I'll lock up the shed.

Y/N: I can't believe this... You're gonna be fine, you're gonna be fine.

Luke: Y/n. I'm sorry, I tried. Just hang in there.

Before I can respond, I hear him walk away.

I look around at my surroundings. I might as well get comfortable in here... I see an anchor on the wall. Looks sharp... To my right is a tool board. But nothing of use. It's pretty much empty. On the table in front of it is a vice.

...

Definitely glad they decided not to take my arm off...

I search a barrel but it's empty. Then I find a tackle box.

Y/N: Not much left in here...

I find fishing line inside the box.

Y/N: I guess if I have to, I can use this for stitches.

There's a shelf but it's too high up for me to reach. There's a hammer on it... I try jumping to reach it but end up pushing it further out of my reach...

I see a wooden board on the wall next to the shelf. I unfold the table and climb onto it. I reach for the hammer, but the shelf collapses. I fall straight onto my bite... It knocks the wind out of me, the amount of pain... My adrenaline takes over and my mind sets on getting this hammer. I lift the board up and off of the hammer beneath it. 

There's a visible hole in the wall, but it's boarded up with wood. Good use for the hammer. I pry open the board, and kick the panel open. I quickly crawl through the hole in the wall and notice a nearby walker.

Y/N: They have a doctor...he's gotta have stuff for stitches.

I observe the cabin, making sure its safe to approach

Y/N: It's pretty safe in there...could be a good place to stitch up my arm.

I sneak up to the house and see a window with silhouettes moving from inside. I decide to listen in at the window.

Rebecca: It makes me feel like a fucking idiot when we're not on the same page.

Alvin: We are on the same page!

Rebecca: Not out there, we weren't! Not about the girl! I saw you get soft!

Alvin: What do you want me to do, Bec? Put a bullet in her?

Rebecca: I want you to think about our family first.

Alvin: It's all I think about. So don't give me any shit.

Rebecca: I need some air.

Rebecca leaves the room.

I knock on the glass, and Alvin opens the window.

Alvin: What the hell are you doing?

Y/N: I... I need your help.

Alvin: Me? No. I'm sorry, but I can't do nothin'. Y/N: Please. I need to fix my arm.

Alvin: Are you out of your mind? Even if you ain't bitten by some lurker, which you probably are, you can't be here! You gotta get out of here, you understand? Get back into that shed and Carlos'll take care of you in the morning. Damn it, girl. Go.

Y/N: You'd just let me die?

Alvin: I wouldn't let you do nothing. It's not my call. We're a group.

Y/N: But you could help. And if you don't, isn't that the same?

Alvin will remember that.

Alvin: I don't know, alright?

Alvin looks behind him, checking the door.

Alvin: I'm serious girl, you need to get out of here.

Y/N: I saw when everyone was arguing, you wanted to help.

Alvin: You didn't see anything. Look, you gotta get outta here before my wife finds you. I'm serious, you gotta go. I got enough problems already. We got a baby on the way, Rebecca's all emotional, got a mess of hormones causing all sorts of trouble. I don't need anymore, get it? Now go.

Y/N: Please help. Please...

Alvin: Don't cry.

Y/N: I'm not gonna cry. I'm just... tired.

Alvin: You're not with Carver?

Y/N: No.

Alvin: And you didn't get bit by a dead person?

Y/N: No!

Alvin contemplates.

Y/N: I'll do anything I can to help your situation. Anything.

Alvin: Except leave me alone.

Y/N: Yeah, I guess. Alvin: I'm screwed if anyone finds out I did this. You understand?

Y/N: The b... the cut on my arm needs to be cleaned and stitched.

Alvin: Stitched? I ain't doin' that.

Y/N: I'll figure it out on my own.

Alvin: Alright, look... I don't know what I can find. We're short on bandages, but I might be able to find something clean that would work.

Y/N: I need something to clean it with, and a needle and thread could help, too.

Alvin: I don't even know where to look. Carlos has medical supplies on lockdown, and we don't got much these days.

Y/N: Well, whatever you can get. I'll find the rest on my own.

Alvin: Okay. Wait here.

Alvin leaves and returns shortly afterward.

Alvin: I found you some bandages. And I, uh... I got you a juice box. In case you're thirsty.

Alvin hands me the bandages and juice box. How old do these people think I am? I am grateful for the juice anyways...

Y/N: Thank you.

From the other side of the bedroom door, I can hear Carlos,

Carlos: Alvin, house meeting in five minutes.

Alvin: Oh, okay. Thanks. Now you need to go.

Alvin closes the window and leaves.

Though I have the bandages, that won't do. I need a needle and peroxide... I crouch and sneak around the side of the cabin. I end up in the backyard, and see another board of wood covering up a hole. It's covering an entrance to underneath the house... Maybe there's a way in from under?

I try to pull the plywood, but fail. I use the hammer to remove the nails, successfully. I then move the plywood. I crouch further and walk underneath the foundation of the house.

I finally reach a trapdoor. But when I try to open the door, it doesn't budge. It's locked.

I take my knife out of my pocket and use it to open the trapdoor, but the blade breaks. At least, it opens the lock... I then enter the house quietly.

Carlos: I've already made my decision.

Pete: Well, Luke has more to say, I guess. Where's Sarah?

Carlos: She's got her book. She doesn't need to be a part of this.

I enter the living room. Everyone is in the kitchen by the sound of it... I listen in for a bit...

Rebecca: For all we know, she could be connected with Carver.

Luke: Come on. There's no way.

Alvin: She could be. We don't know.

Nick: She's connected to somebody. There's no way she's out here by herself.

Pete: She said she was with a friend and they got attacked.

Nick: Yeah, right.

Carlos: Whoever she's with, they'll probably come looking for her.

Alvin: Great. They show up and we've got her locked in the shed.

Rebecca: You think we should bring her in here...?

Alvin: No. I'm just saying it wouldn't look too good.

Carlos: It's just a precautionary measure. Anyone else would do the same.

Luke: You really think Carver would come after us...?

Nick: You think he wouldn't...?!

Pete: He's not exactly the type to let things lie.

Luke: What happened, happened. There's nothing we can do about it now.

Alvin: Let him come. I really don't give a damn.

Rebecca: Alvin!

Alvin: What? I don't.

Nick: You brought her back here, not me. You knew she was bit.

Luke: What was I supposed to do, huh? Leave her out there to die?

Nick: Better her than us.

Pete: You'd've done the same, Nick.

Nick: It wasn't the brightest idea.

Luke: Oh, and firing your rifle was, huh...? Next time we'll just put up a neon sign that says "Lurkers Welcome".

Alvin: Where you goin', hon...?

Rebecca: I want to get my sweater.

Carlos: We'll be done in a minute.

Nick: You're in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by lurkers, about to get eaten alive, and you're telling us it was a dog?

Luke: Yeah, yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but...look, for whatever reason, I think she's telling the truth.

Pete: Look, there's no point in arguing about it now. She's in the shed, she's not gonna hurt anyone. We'll just see what's what in the morning.

Luke: But Carlos said she could die if she doesn't get her arm treated.

Rebecca: Assuming she doesn't turn.

Alvin: That true? The girl could really die...?

Carlos: If the infection spreads...anything's possible. It could definitely get a whole lot worse for her.

Luke: Don't we have penicillin? Or something that could, y'know...stop the infection from spreading?

Carlos: We have some. But not enough to spare.

Nick: We're not wasting anything on her. What if one of us needs it?

Luke: Look, I'm just saying, we could help, that's all.

Rebecca: We need to think of ourselves first. That's just the way it is.

Pete: We can't just let her die. Not if there's something we can do about it. Let's just say she's telling the truth and she doesn't turn. Then what?

Luke: We apologize for being assholes. And then we help fix her arm.

Rebecca: She can't stay with us. We barely have enough supplies for ourselves.

Pete: We've got more fish in the traps than we could ever eat.

Nick: Yeah, but she's seen us. She knows we're here.

Luke: What, you scared of a small girl like that...?

Carlos: A small woman is not the problem. It's who she might tell.

Alvin: We gotta keep an eye on her.

Rebecca: IF she doesn't turn. Which she probably will.

Nick: I gotta take a leak.

Carlos: Hold on. We're almost done.

Nick: Fine.

Carlos: My point is, if that woman can find her way here, then almost anyone can.

Luke: Pete, you saw those lurkers, alright? That's more than we've seen in a while.

Pete: Yeah. Seems like it's not as safe as it was. 'Least not like when we found this place.

Nick: Maybe it's time to move on.

Rebecca: We can't just keep running. At some point we've got to settle down.

Carlos: We should. And we will. But can we find somewhere safe? I don't know.

Pete: You seen what it's like out there.

Alvin: I was just starting to like this place.

Pete: Look, we've had a good run here. But if it's time to move on, then I got no problem with that.

Luke: Yeah, but...I mean, where do we go from here...?

Alvin: No more cities. We all agreed on that, right...? Too many damn lurkers.

Nick: We're not going back the way we came. That's for damn sure.

Rebecca: We can probably find somewhere better. We just need to look.

Carlos: Wherever we go, we can't get too attached. We'll be fine as long as we keep things fluid.

Pete: We can't forget we need to check the traps tomorrow.

Nick: What do we do with the girl?

Rebecca: You're not leaving her here with me!

Luke: We can't just keep her locked in the shed. We're not animals.

Carlos: Then take her with you.

Nick: What...?

Carlos: You want to keep an eye on her, then take her with you. Are we almost done here...? I want to make sure Sarah's ready for bed. Pete: Wait a second. There's something else I want to talk about.

I had been listening in for a couple of minutes. It was about time I stopped caring about whatever the hell they were saying, and focused on my arm. Because as soon as I'm done fixing myself up. I'm out of here. Luke and Pete seem to be on my side... but everyone else is unsure of me. Except Rebecca. She is definitely sure I'm some bitten, dead girl who works with "Carver". Whoever he is, won't matter to me once I'm gone. 

I then go upstairs. The steps are so creaky, I'm almost trying to float over them with each careful step.

I enter a door and it ends up being the bathroom.

Y/N: They have to have medical supplies around here somewhere.

I open the medicine cabinet and take a needle from a tomato-shaped pincushion.

Y/N: It's clean.

I put the needle away carefully in my pocket.

Y/N: I'll still need something to keep it from getting infected.

Just when I'm about to open the door and leave, I hear something.

Rebecca: That man sometimes, I swear!

It's that angry pregnant lady, Rebecca... I look around, quickly! I need to find a place to hide! The shower? I jump in.

Rebecca enters the bathroom and drinks some water from the sink. They have running water?? What if... She tries to take a shower?! I should've just gone in the closet. Oh God...

Rebecca: Damn it... Just need to have this baby and...oh, god. Let it be okay and...let it be his.

Woah.

Rebecca takes a deep breath and leaves. As soon as it sounds clear, I leave to find some peroxide, or anything to clean my wound with... I open another door opposite the bathroom. As soon as I peek through I hear a gasp. For a second I almost shut it and run, but it's the girl. I put my finger on my lips and shush Sarah.

Sarah: You're not supposed to be in here.

I look around the room, look behind me, then close the door as I enter slowly.

Y/N: Hi, can you please help me?

Sarah: I'm not supposed to talk to you. My dad can't know.

Y/N: Why, what will he do?

Sarah: Get mad at me.

Y/N: What does he do when he gets mad?

Sarah: He gets angry and says he's disappointed in me and that he just loves me and wants me to be safe.

Y/N: That's it? Nothing else?

Sarah: Yeah. It's the worst.

From what I can tell, Sarah is no threat to me. I know I can talk my way out of this.

Sarah: What happened to you?

Y/N: A dog bit me.

Sarah: Sounds scary... I bet it hurts.

Y/N: I could die if I don't take care of it. Do you understand?

Sarah will remember that.

Y/N: I just need something to clean it with. I bet it would be with the rest of your dad's medical supplies.

Sarah: Yeah, it is.

Sarah contemplates for a bit. I wait in hopes to get the answer I want.

Sarah: I'll help you.

Y/N: Good. Thank you.

Sarah: I'm Sarah.

Y/N: I'm Y/n.

Sarah: We're friends. Right? We can be best friends. I haven't met another girl my age since way before. It's hard to be the only girl, you know? Rebecca is okay, but she's old. And that's it. And if her baby is a girl, it'll be forever before she's old enough to, like, be my friend. And then I'll be super old.

Y/N: We're not the same age.

Sarah: What?

Y/N: We're not the same age. Everyone here thinks I'm a lot younger.

Sarah: Oh, I see. How old are you then? I'm fifteen.

Y/N: I'm 23.

Sarah: You don't seem like it.

Y/N: That's just how it is.

Sarah: So, can we still be friends, then?

Y/N: Yes.

Sarah: Promise?

Y/N: Yes.

Sarah will remember that.

Sarah holds out her pinkie for a pinkie swear. I lock my pinkie with hers.

Sarah: A pinky swear is forever. I'll see if I can find the stuff my dad uses when I get a cut. Lemme look around...

Sarah searches the room and then gives me a bottle of peroxide.

Sarah: I think this is it.

Y/N: Perfect. That'll work.

Sarah: You can't do it here, though. Someone will find you.

Y/N: Don't worry, I won't.

I open the door and peek left and right to see if it's clear.

Y/N: Thanks, Sarah.

Sarah: Shhh!

Y/N: Okay. I better get somewhere safer to do this.

I return to the shed and take out the supplies. I roll up my sleeve and place my arm on the table.

Y/N: This is gonna suck.

I take a sip of juice first. I then unscrew the lid of the peroxide and pour it on my wound, then drop it. I scream in pain, as I feel the peroxide bubble up all over. It hurts so bad I'm almost in tears, and I'm not even at the...

Y/N: The fun part.

It takes me a few greuling tries, but I eventually thread the needle.

I begin the first suture, then slam my fist on the table. I'm so dizzy, but I have to push through. My adrenaline, my best friend at this point, takes over and I'm ready to continue.

I continue suturing and screaming in pain. I'm finally done, and wrap my arm up with the bandages, but then I drop them.

As I'm picking them up, a walker reaches through the shed and grabs my leg. I hold onto the table and reach for the hammer as I try to kick it away, but it knocks me over. I try to grab a nearby rake but can't reach it.

The wall breaks and the walker crawls all the way into the shed and climbs on top of me. I kick it away and stand up. I quickly grab the rake and push the walker backward with it. It falls and gets impaled by the anchor on the wall.

I grab the hammer and hit it repeatedly in the head until it stops moving. Luke opens the shed, with the rest of the group close behind him.

Luke: Holy shit.

Alvin: What the...?

Nick: How the hell did it get in here?

Pete: Girl's tough as nails.

Carlos: Are you alright?

Luke: The shed should've been safe!

Y/N: I am still not bitten. I never was. And you left me out here to die.

Luke: You patched yourself up?

Luke watches me carefully in disbelief.

Nick: Where'd you get that stuff?

Rebecca: Did she steal from us?

Pete: This doesn't change a thing. She hasn't done anything to us.

Rebecca: Says the man not carrying a baby.

Pete: Enough already!

Luke: Guys, please.

Y/N: I did. I took stuff and I'm sorry. I really am.

They will remember that.

Rebecca: And you think you can trust her?

Pete: Goddamn it, don't even start! Any of you would've done the same if you were half as tough as this girl. So just save it.

Carlos: Bring her in and I'll take a look at her arm.

Alvin: Damn lurkers sneakin' around out here... We better get inside.

Luke: You hungry?

Y/N: I haven't eaten in days. Not even that weasel.

Luke cracks a guilty smile, but I smile back to reassure him. He's on my side from what I can tell. No need to guilt trip him of everyone.

We all go inside.

Carlos inspects my wound. Luke paces and Nick bites his fingernails.

Carlos: This might hurt a little.

Y/N: Ow!

Luke: How's she look?

Carlos: Her suturing skills need some work, but otherwise I'd say she should be fine.

Luke: So it wasn't a lurker bite?

Carlos: If it was, the fever would've already set in and her temperature would be through the roof.

Carlos bandages my arm. Nick leaves the room and Luke follows him. Carlos washes his hands in the sink.

Carlos: I wish you wouldn't've done what you did.

Y/N: What do you mean?

Carlos: You manipulated my daughter.

Y/N: I asked for her help?

Carlos: She's not someone you can just ask for help.

I'm not sure what to say, so I stay silent.

Carlos: I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, but there are a few things you need to know about my daughter.

Y/N: Okay...

Carlos: She isn't like us. You may not get that initially, but once you're around her for a while, you'll understand. If she knew how bad the world is... what it's really like out there... she would... cease to function. She's my little girl. She's all I have left, and I would ask that you stay away from her.

Y/N: I'm sorry, I realize now what you mean. I didn't know. I was nice to her if that counts for anything...

Carlos will remember that.

Carlos: It's okay. You're forgiven. Just don't make any more mistakes.

Carlos leaves and Luke enters, holding a bowl of food.

Luke: Hey, uh... brought you some food.

Luke and I sit at the table and start eating.

Luke: That's gonna leave of hell of a scar.

Y/N: Better than losing it.

Luke: You can say that again. Scars...they're way cooler than stumps.

Luke tries to be playful with me. But I can tell he's still guilty and wary about what to say to me.

Y/N: Don't look so guilty. It's okay, you didn't want to do that to me. I survived anyway, and for that I'm grateful.

Luke: Grateful to who? You could've died in there...

Y/N: I could've died out in those woods, but you helped me. Gave me a chance.

Luke: Well, it wasn't just me. Pete helped you too.

Y/N: Then I am grateful to both you and Pete. Thank you.

Luke: You don't have to thank me...

I finish my bite of food then continue talking.

Y/N: Yeah, who was it that saved me from the walker on top of me by chopping its head off? And the one that carried me away?

I smile. I want him to be happy. We have enough burdens. Though I'm incredibly anxious talking to new people, and in a lot of pain, I just want everyone to feel okay.

He smiles back and looks down at his food. 

Y/N: And I didn't end up with my arm chopped off! This is best case scenario.

Luke chuckles, but then noticed a growing sadness on my face as I start to think...

Luke: What's wrong? Y/N: Nothing. I just had a friend who lost his arm once, that's all. I'm okay.

Nick enters the room.

Nick: Hey, look. Um, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for... well, for being a dick out there. I got kinda aggro and that was definitely not cool.

Luke: Nick's been known to go off every once in a while. Don't hold it against him.

Nick: Yeah, I guess we all have our moments.

Luke: You definitely had one out there.

Nick drops his head down as he sits next to me.

Y/N: You were just protecting your friends. I get it.

Nick will remember that.

Nick: I didn't mean to be so harsh. I just... we had a bad experience once.

Y/N: What happened...?

Luke: Nick lost his mom. We took care of someone who'd got bit.

I can see the hurt in Nick's eyes...

Nick: It was my fault. I--

Luke: It was no one's fault. We thought we could control it, but... we couldn't. And then she turned and his mom was standing right there and she got attacked... There was nothing we could do about it.

Nick: Anyway. Hopefully, you understand.

Y/N: I do. Yeah.

Nick smiles at me then gets up and leaves.

Luke: So, since you're pretty much on your own, what's your plan?

Y/N: I don't know. Like you said, I'm just on my own now. It's never really been this way.

I wonder if I should ask to stay here? No, I couldn't... They all want me out of here. But, should I ask? I don't kn-

Luke: Well, you're welcome to stay here if you want. You can let yourself heal up and take some time to sort things out.

Y/N: Do you think everyone else will be okay with it?

Luke: They'll just have to deal with it.

He smiles at me. I let out a secret sigh of relief and smile back sheepishly.

Luke: So what happened to your parents? If you don't mind me asking. 

Y/N: Do you really still think I'm a kid?

Luke: Oh, I- right. Well, how old are you?

Y/N: Wait, I want to see what you think. How old do I look to you?

Luke: 16.. 17..?

Y/N: 23!

Luke: Oh, wow, I- mean you just seem a lot younger. 'Cause, y'know, you're... small?

Y/N: Sigh. Yeah, I know. Everyone likes to mention it to me.

Luke: But you're strong. That's for sure. None of us could've done what you did out there. I didn't mean to offend you or-

Y/N: No, no! You haven't. I'm just very used to hearing it is all... And trust me, you would've been able to do it too. Once your body knows it's in trouble... Adrenaline will get you through anything...

Luke looks down with remorse.

Y/N: But really? Does my face look that young?...

Luke: I think your face looks to be about 23 years old.

I smile.

Y/N: Really? Or are you just saying that?

I tease him.

Luke: Really! I mean it.

We both continue eating.

Y/N: Well, how old are you? Have you been keeping track?

Luke: I'm 26. My birthday is in the winter, so I know it must be coming up soon.

Y/N: Mine too, January 26th. (~ Wink wink)

Luke: Pete's birthday is in the winter too. And like I said, seems like it's coming soon... so maybe we'll just have one big winter birthday party then.

We smile at each other and keep eating.

Luke: The winter will be rough, but it's not our first time surviving it. How do you usually get through it?...

Y/N: I'm usually with other people that can help me, if that's what you're asking.

Luke: I was just curious on how you made it this far.

Y/N: I just try to stay with good people and not do anything dumb.

I start feeling sad again...

Luke: Hey, I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't have asked.

Y/N: In the beginning, my parents went on vacation and left me with a babysitter and they never came back. We went to Savannah to find them... but they were already dead.

Luke: Wow. Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Y/N: This man found me and took care of me.

...

Y/N: We met up with other survivors and we all tried to make it, but... it didn't work. His name was Lee. He taught me how to survive... He's the reason I keep my hair short.

Luke: What happened to him?

Y/N: I ran away... I was stupid. There was a man who said he knew my parents. I thought I knew what I was doing, but I ran away and Lee died because of it.

Luke: Maybe he would've died anyways.

Y/N: It was my fault. I just... sometimes people die because of me. Because they always try to protect me. I can't stand it.

Luke: I'm sure none of them regret trying to keep you safe.

Y/N: I'd hope so... for the past, I don't know seven years? I'd been with my friend Christa. The friend who was with me when we got attacked.

Luke lightens the mood,

Luke: For that damn weasel.

I laugh. Pete enters the room.

Pete: I hate to interrupt, but I'm out there standing watch and I can't help but notice this place is lit up like a goddamn beacon in the middle of the woods.

Luke: Yeah, it's time to turn in anyways.

Y/N: Alright, and thank you Pete.

Pete turns his head in question.

Y/N: For saving me?

Pete: Oh, right, you're welcome, Y/n.

We exchange smiles as he leaves the room. Pete winks at Luke, and it clearly frustrates him.

Luke: When you're finished eating, come find me upstairs. I'll show you where you can sleep.

I smile and nod with a mouthful of food. He puts his bowl in the sink and leaves.

To be continued...

A/N; Things are starting to speed up, see?? Ah trust me, the next episode... Allllll Luke baby. So far this has really just been the transcript to the game LOL, but believe me when I say, the next episode will be a whole new case.

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Sub!Peter B. Parker/Dom!Male!Spider!Reader

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Warnings because I always forget them: uhhh scent thing? scent kink???, getting caught, PANCAKES, porn, simple dick sucking

I tried to make the scent thing less weird but I think I failed with the wording I'll be honest

Before Mayday of course

Okay for my update schedule I'm going to try and get something out every/every other Sunday and maybe sooner if I feel like it

I'm easing myself into using the word dick and penis more can you tell? I damn well hope you can cause I go through hell trying to do it

I hate the word suckle

This is less mean!dom!reader then I usually do but it'll have to work because I'm on a time crunch here

Summary: would you like some plot with your porn???? yes? too damn bad

Your house was surprisingly quiet and desolate tonight as you flip the pancakes you were making for dinner. Nobody ever said a Spider had to have a good eating schedule to be a hero, you know.

The last pancake got shoved onto the plate, and you wooped in hurray. Hunger was one of your biggest weaknesses during missions (and everyday life).

"Peter!" You called.

Your fruitcake boyfriend, Peter B. Parker, was also a Spider working for Miguel. He had recently got home from a particularly hard mission, so the pancakes were mostly for him.

No call back or footsteps came from your shared room. You wait a second, a minute, ten minutes, still nothing came.

But then you hear a slight squeaking from something against the wall. Your eyebrows crease in confusion as you walk slowly towards the room, preparing for a fight.

You slammed open the door to a quite erotic scene. Peter had a pair of your boxers from the dirty clothes basket you both shared held up to his face. His hand that wasn't holding them was stroking his dick furiously.

You lean against the door frame and watched for a second, contemplating whether to continue the moment or ruin it once you make yourself known.

"Peter." It was almost like a command.

Your voice was lustful and your eyes glazed over with the thoughts that consumed you like a body of water you were sinking in.

His eyes shot open and he lowered the hand covering his face with the boxers to his lap. His expression was surprised and shocked.

"M/N, I thought you were making pancakes." He muttered.

You chuckled a little. "I was until I heard our ridiculously loud bed creaking and then walked in to this."

His face was completely beet red at this point, and his hand had let go of his painfully erect 'problem' he was dealing with.

"The pancakes are done then?" He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

You nod. "But I'm going to finish what you started before you eat them."

His face looks bewildered and slightly betrayed. You guess he feels this way because your letting the pancakes get slightly colder than normal.

Once he talks, your thoughts are confirmed. "M/N, the pancakes will get cold!"

Without a word, you crawl quickly onto the bed and capture his red and puffy lips into a ferocious kiss that took all the breath away from you.

It feels like you pulled away all too soon to kiss down his jaw, neck, and finally arrive at his collarbones where he was the most sensitive.

Peter groans a little when you start to suckle on one of his sweet spots you had hit not even two nights before.

He tries to snake his hand through your entangled bodies to touch himself, but you bat his hand away quickly.

"No, I'm going to do it." You declared darkly.

He furrowed his eyebrows in testy defiance but ended up not acting on it. His arm went to hold onto your shoulders while you straddled him lightly.

Leaning down silently, your lips wrapped around the tip of his weeping cock. Peter's groans filled the air that was heavy with the scent of erotica.

His legs were shaking violently and squeezing around your head while you lick a stripe up the vein of his dick.

"Oh shit, M/N!" He sucked in a breath quickly. "I'm gonna cum."

"Already?" You half-heartedly complained.

He whined as you came off with a 'pop' sound. Leaning on your elbows, you look up at him through your lashes in thought.

"Should I let you cum yet, Peter?" You tilted your head in faked innocence.

He blinked in confusion and then rolled his eyes affectionately because he knew what you wanted from him.

Peter sighed and closed his eyes. "Yes, please."

Grinning evilly, you lowered yourself back onto him, immediately setting a fast pace to get him to achieve his orgasm.

He screamed, probably loud enough for the neighbors to complain about, and white ropes of cum shot out of his tip and into your eagerly waiting mouth.

His breaths were labored with the strain of staying up even if he was leaning on the headboard. Peter looked at you in contemplation.

You stood up slowly with a mischievous grin present on your face.

"Where are you going?" He questioned.

"I don't know about you, Pete, but I'm going to eat some of the cold pancakes I made."

With that, you walked away from Peter briskly, leaving him to wallow in his post-orgasm clarity.

#male reader #fanfiction #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #peter b parker #peter b parker x male reader #peter b parker x reader #peter b parker x y/n #peter b parker x you #spiderman #spiderverse #smut

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okay so i've been thinking about A Ninja's Guide to Gotham and i think i know what Ra's al Ghul's plan is, at least what he (and Zetsu) want to do

the plan to set Kei loose on Konoha didn't go well for Zetsu and Madara, she had her team to help (and the power of foresight) but the gist of the idea could still work, if Zetsu sets up the stage right

Kei has a pretty good grasp on her emotions, but Hayate (specifically, Hayate in danger/hurt Hayate) being her trigger is known to Zetsu. so it makes sense to isolate the two from the rest of their village. drop them into a batshit (ha) crazy city, keep them separated, really pile the stress on Kei and wear her down.

all the while, they've got a Zetsu army cooking for maximum trauma later.

Ra's al Ghul wants to destroy Gotham, and this Zetsu has essentially handed him the trigger for a massive walking bomb, but can only be activated under very specific circumstances. and Kei, as stressed as she is and even with almost losing it a couple of times, has done an excellent job reigning her fury in (thanks Isobu)

AND there's the fear toxin. i imagine they've been adjusting it this whole time to actually work on a Jinchuriki.

i don't think they really want Kei to join them, necessarily (though it might save them a few steps) i think all the attacks serve mostly to increase Kei's stress until she starts breaking.

and then Zetsu was trying to take Hayate. because what would be the one thing to almost certainly break Kei?

idk if this is how it will play out exactly, but i'm guessing this is the gist of Ra's and Zetsu's plan:

Zetsu army attack, with giant Zetsu monster included to spread out the Bats and allies. try and separate Kei from team. keep her focused on the attacks without provoking her yet, but wear her down.

take Hayate, or at least manipulate the field to put him within sight of Kei. kill him where she can clearly see.

use that moment of shock to shoot as many fear toxin darts at her as possible. if she's distracted enough, she might get a few doses. and it doesn't matter much how quickly Isobu burns through the poison, because all they need is that initial ignition of super enhanced terror and trauma for her to explode into a raging Jinchuriki. throw the Zetsu monster back at her, and they take out half of Gotham ripping each other to pieces.

(the Bats and Kei's team hear her agonized beastial screech, even the ones on the other side of the city, and know this is Worst Case Scenario)

this is an excellent narrative strategy for maximum pain and plot drama for Kei and friends, and i can see it coming so close to fruition (if i'm even in the ballpark here, this is all an educated guess)

unfortunately for Ra's and Zetsu, Batman exists. he knows how Ra's operates. once the fear toxin came into play, and Batman listened to Kei talk about her past, i'm pretty sure he could connect those dots.

"Superpowered ninja host of a demon able to level a city, if pressed, and her main trauma trigger is her brother being threatened or harmed in any way. Right. Best keep the brother out of harm's way. If only they could all stay put."

also unfortunate for Ra's and Zetsu, Jason exists. i doubt they were expecting Hayate to adopt Gotham's newest menace, nor for Jason to take to it like a mother goose. Kei might be correct in thinking Hayate is safer with Jason than with her, bc as volatile and explosive as he can be, he's not quite "city-leveling" tier.

as DC stories tend to go, the villains plot usually gets to play out at least most of the way. so maybe Hayate does get hurt at some point, maybe Kei does lose it, but this could be where Jason finally works with the Bats + Team Minato to save the day (and his new little brother....)

anyway, idk how much of this is right, but the pieces have been fitting themselves together in the back of my brain for a while. and if i'm on the money on any of this and you'd rather not post bc spoilers, no worries!! i just wanted to share how much i've been thinking about it, it's on a short list of things i play in my mental movie theater ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ

[image description: a GIF of Kronk from Emperor's New Groove saying "Oh yeah. It's all coming together." end description.]

I love it when readers send me their analysis. It really helps me figure out what's working when I write and what is sticking with people.

And I hope you feel like a detective for having figured out most of today's evil plan (credit to Ra's al Ghul) before a fair number of the characters in Gotham have. I'm glad you picked up on it!

#a ninja's guide to gotham #keisuke gekko #hayate gekko #jason todd #bruce wayne #asks #gon-and-killuas-mother

[dyrewrites]

Seeing the revision thing going around and didn't want to add to it, as it is becoming quite long...but I did want to add my method (hah) in case my flailing is useful.

I take notes. While I'm writing the first draft, I take notes for things I should maybe try to flesh out better later. I do this for short and long stories.

This is mostly me yelling at myself, and I will do it more as I read through it before revising and sometimes during if I can't work out how to do something yet but know it needs to be done.

Which I find an invaluable step: Put it in a format you cannot edit and read it and take notes.

Then you have these notes to help guide you through what needs changing.

The goal of the first revision, for me anyway, is to get the major plot points, character personality/interactions and necessary world-building to a level that makes sense and is mostly a whole story. Which means not all my notes will be used right away, or at all, depending on what I learn while revising.

Future revisions will fine tune these things, and look at sideplots and style and language and make sure it actually reads the way I want it to--and makes sense to someone not living in my head.

Once I've run out of things that aren't just nitpicking, that's when I start asking others to tell me what they see. Beta readers, ideally, but usually it is my sister (@rmgrey-author =P) I throw things at. She's very helpful.

I don't worry about grammar or punctuation or even formatting until the very end beyond trying to keep the last one somewhat consistent(especially with Pale Blood, where these things are played with on purpose).

But that's how I do this thing. I dunno how well it'll work for anyone else, but it's pretty simple and works for me.

#writing rambles #revision

[villainessxassassin]

Hello! I wanted to ask when will you be posting the part 2 of child!riddle x child! Reader? Because I am SUPPERR excited to read the next! Oh but if you're too tired for that at the moment, please take your time taking care of yourself^^

Ahhhhh I'm glad you're hyped for it! I panicked when I saw the date you sent this and I'm really sorry for making you wait this long😭, but to answer your question I'll be posting part 2 rightttt now!

How sweet (PART 2)

child!Riddle x child!reader

✧|: Riddle being salty cuz he doesn't want a babysitter tutor at home so he's really mean to you at first but then you start doing all these really nice things that makes Riddle want to cry in a good way and now he doesn't know what to do.

w: cute jealous riddle ahead, he wants to show you smthing but you're busy atm and it makes him sad :(, also a lil bit of angst but I make it fluffy in the end by shoving a tart down Riddle's throat/j (unless-)

༶•┈This will be part two (2/2?)

Riddle has made it his life's mission to get the message across that he just loathes your entire existence.

You hand him a handkerchief after he's done with his meal? He's offended you think he can't get one himself! In which he is perfectly capable of doing, but he let's you anyway with a small pout on his face as he receives the said cloth from you.

The small check-ins you do to make sure he's not overworking himself? Why, do you perhaps think you can catch him off guard when he doesn't notice? Hah! nice try, but he can see through your fake acts of concern! (as he says)

When you help him tidy up his things after your study sessions? You're just playing nice! trying to outdo him in everything no matter how small. What do you take him for? some sort of mindless bafoon? Why are you always trying to iritate him in the smallest of ways? Begone with you!

Riddle doesn't like being in the same airspace as you. It's suffocating, yet whenever you leave the room he can't help but hold his breath, looking up from his book from time to time to see what you're up to, but the moment you return, you'll find his brows knitted while trying to go back to the page he was on.

Right now, Riddle is once again plopped onto a stool, book in hand, as he recites the formula's that you helped him memorize for the upcoming test he'll have on monday.

"Hey, This one's a little confusing, do you mind if—" It takes him a moment to realize he was talking to complete thin air when he gets no reply in response to his question. "Where- oh." That's right, it was the weekends, meaning you didn't have to tutor him on these days, meaning he just assumed you were here with him when he's been alone the whole day studying.

Your presence really was leaving a big impression on the red head life, and before he even realises it he's been counting down the days to hours to how long until he see's you again.

"It's usually your mother that comes to greet me at the door. Perhaps you've been missing my presence which is why you're so eager?"

"What a delusional way of thinking, I just don't want to waste time with my mother's and your exchanges."

What nonsense am I spouting? He's become aware of the way he acts around you, how he's so much eager to learn when you're the one teaching him, how he's come to like listening to history lessons when it's your voice narrating the stories, how he's started to try harder when you give him praise for getting a question right.

He's already gotten so used that your attention was always on him that he forgets you're your own person sometimes.

There was a time where Riddle wanted to show you this new project he's been working on, he carried it all the way from his bedroom to the living room with a pep in his step and sparkles in his eyes, excited to show you his great creation!

"Y/n, remember that new project I was telling you about?" but once he arrived, your attention was on a book in your hand, flipping through the pages, perhaps too focused on the interesting plot to acknowledge the red head in the room.

"Sorry Riddle but can it wait? I'm getting to the really good part of the book and I'd like for there to be no distractions while I read."

"But—" Riddle chokes on his words, it dawns on him that he really was excited to show you his work, but when has he ever been this happy to have to show you of all people? the one person he should be hating for sharing the same air as?

He let's out a small apology, quickly retreating back to his room, project in hand. He closes the door with a sigh, he shouldn't be this disheartened, It's not like he made sure to include a few of the things you liked into his project, it's not like he had you in mind when making it. Of course you have other things aside from him that need your undevided attention, but in that very moment, Riddle had wished to yank that book out of your hand and toss it into the fireplace.

From your point of view however— you almost broke your facade, after you said those words and took a small peek from behind your book, you felt bad after seeing the smile on Riddle's face turn into a frown, it looked like a child getting rejected of the toy he wanted.

There were also other instances that made Riddle question what he was doing. Your job was to be a tutor for Riddle, but after all that work gets done you were back to being a regular kid free to do whatever you wanted. Riddle didn't have that kind of freedom, he was a student outside in school and inside his own home, but as time went on he didn't have anything to complain about for as long as he had you as his companion.

So this situation at hand has really left him conflicted with his feelings.

Usually after he's done answering, he'd have you check his papers for any mistakes, but to his suprise, instead of seeing you in your usual place by the living room, he see's you leaning by the window, to what seems to be you chatting with the kids from outside.

"Hey, why don't you play outside for awhile? It must be really boring being cooped up in there all day!" Giggles and laughter errupted as the kids coaxed you in to playing outside with them.

Riddle's breathing changed patterns, that familiar ringing in his ears returning once again. You wouldn't leave him just to play outside with some strangers right? Riddles eyes were searching, but what exactly is it that he wants from you? To listen to you reject their offer, to say that you'd prefer to be here with him instead? how childish

"Sure! but only on one condition." Whispers were shared as the kids nod in agreement, you didn't even think twice as you bolted outside, leaving Riddle standing in the middle of the room, papers crumpling under the grip of his small hands. You didn't even bother to let him know you were leaving.

He should have known, but in the end he never blamed you. He expected as much, after all he wasn't the very nicest to you either, but a part of him knew he was trying, trying to be a better person to you, for you. He was huddled up under the blankets, small whimpers leaving his mouth as he tried his hardest to not looked like a kicked puppy when you returned, but he couldn't help it. His feelings got hurt by his most favorite loathed person.

It wasn't long until he heard the closing of his bedroom door, and the errating breathing you let out, panting out heavy breathes, he hears the crumpling of a paper bag you set down on his bedside table.

"H-had fun with your new friends?" He was trying his hardest to keep a firm tone with you, that's how it would have turned out if not for how he was sniffling under the covers. You didn't respond, instead choosing to snatch the blanket and throw it over his head, revealing the hidden red head.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" He was beyond frustrated at this point. Couldn't he be vulnerable without you having to do that so aggressively?! his heart is already in tatters and he doesn't need the same done to his blanket.

But before he could scream his lungs out you pulled out the most amazing sight Riddle has ever laid eyes upon from the paper bag. He couldn't believe it, right there being held by your tiny hands on a plate was a strawberry tart, no imperfections and in perfect condition, being displayed right infront of his face.

"How..."

"I had to make a deal, and that was if I played for a bit with those kids outside, they'd give me a strawberry tart for joining them! Really sweet deal if you ask me, and in the end I kinda just ditched them once I got the tart, plus I know how happy you'd get once you've gotten a bite."

"You did this... for me?"

"Well, what other reason would I have done all that for?"

He really was crying now, tears of frustration and joy. You always managed to get his feelings all tangled up, but managed to untangle them in a way that left a warm feeling in his chest.

Ripping his heart out only to give it back mended by your delicate hands was a round a bout way to do it he supposes, but he wasn't gonna give you that amount of satisfaction so easily.

"I can't eat this, what would mother think if she see's me with this in my possessions?"

"Well I'll... tell her I forced you to eat it as punishment for not getting a question right!"

"Then you'd get punished."

"I already went out of my way to get this and give it to you, the least you can do is have a taste."

You give Riddle a pat on the head while feeding him the tart, helping him wipe away the tears that are still falling down his cheeks.

"...It's salty."

"Then stop crying! or else I'm shoving this whole tart down your throat!"

Who would have thought something so bitter ended up being the sweetest reward in the end. Indeed, how sweet that is.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #y/n #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts x you #riddle roseheart x reader #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts #kishira writes

[nostalgebraist]

state of the book

(Attention conservation notice: long, kinda navel-gazey. There are some specifics at the start and end.)

There are 7 chapters remaining in Almost Nowhere.

I'm about halfway through writing the first of those. The current plan is to post that first chapter when I'm done with it, and then stop with the serial updates until I've written all of the remaining six. Then, I'll post those all at once.

----

When I got near enough to the end of writing Floornight, it got frustrating to write in a new way.

The fact that I wasn't just done already was agonizing. Once the finish line got close enough for me to see, the remaining distance felt like it was taunting me.

How did I react? I let it go on for a little while, and then one evening I said "you know what, fuck it, let's get this over with." And I sat down and wrote the last two chapters.

I wrote them with the attitude of a checked-out high school senior racing through his last homework assignment. I wrote them unusually fast, with less "quality control" than usual, and with less passion for the story itself than for the idea of just getting it over with already.

----

When I got near enough to the end of writing The Northern Caves, it got frustrating to write in a new way.

The fact that I wasn't just done already was agonizing. Etc, etc.

I let it go on for a little while, and then one evening I said "you know what, fuck it, let's get this over with."

And I sat down and wrote the last five chapters, in one evening. Unusually fast, with less "quality control" than usual, etc., etc.

I often drink a bit when I'm writing, but I drank more than usual that evening. A checked-out senior, already mentally on summer break. Fuck it. Just get it over with.

----

I have now reached this point of ending-related frustration with Almost Nowhere.

I'm not going to do the "fuck it, let's end this tonight" thing a third time, though.

The endings of my earlier 2 novels were, uh ... not ideal, in a lot of ways. Some of those are related to plot and structure, and can't really be blamed on the way I kind of gave up 90% of the way though.

But there's a weird, sudden, desultory, incompletely sketched feel to those endings that I'm sure was a result of the way they were produced. It wasn't some necessary implication of the broader construction. It was just that I gave up.

And I can just ... not do that. And get a better last part of the book out of it. And then it'll be there, forever, in its better state.

----

(I think this frustration largely stems from serial writing?

Thanks to the peak-end rule [among other factors], endings are pretty important. But the further you go in a serial, the more constrained you are.

No matter how much you plan ahead, there's always some maneuvering room, some opportunities to be creative on the fly, to surprise and delight yourself.

This decreases monotonically as you get further along. You feel less and less like you're creating something in the big, exciting, easily romanticized sense of that word, and more and more like you're doing the yeoman work of painting in fine details between pre-established lines and keyframes.

The upside risk declines faster than the downside risk. In the middle of a serial, you can always fantasize about how great the remaining parts will be -- great in ways you might not ever have expected! And you're not wrong: there ARE things you'll only invent later, which you'll feel proud of, and will be unable to imagining lacking once you've made their acquaintance.

As you near the end, this potential goes away. But there is still the need to paint in between those sketchy lines and keyframes. If you do this very well, the result will be simply as you have imagined it -- not superior to your current vision, in some heretofore-unimagined manner, but only what you already have in mind, ably executed. However, there is still the possibility of severe failure: those painted details could go very wrong indeed. There is a ceiling, now -- but there is still no floor.

That's why I have trouble with endings, I think. But it's no excuse for not doing them well. It's hard, but many things are hard. I simply need to not give up.)

----

Long story short, I really want to be done with the book!! This is eating away at me, every day.

Unfortunately, this year continues to be mildly cursed as far as writing is concerned.

I'm finally (I think? fingers crossed??) coming out of the depressive funk that has afflicted me for most of the year.

In its place, the new problem is that I'm sleeping terribly. I've been sleeping terribly, consistently, for at least a few weeks now.

At first it was due to the sun rising earlier. We blacked out the bedroom windows again, but now my circadian rhythm is all messed up, giving the problem its own momentum even after the removal of the initial stimulus. Presumably it'll improve over time.

(Maybe the sleep deprivation actually helped with the depression? That has been known to happen.)

So I'm in this kind of weird state w/r/t the book.

I have a strong emotional motivation to go as quickly as possible.

I also have a strong emotional motivation to "stick the landing," and not feel like I'm giving up 90% of the way through.

I keep finding myself in states where I can't easily produce writing that feels like "sticking the landing," and certainly can't produce it very quickly.

(Probably I need to just take better care of myself, in all sorts of ways, and then the other problems would work themselves out.

That goes against all the instincts I learned in school, of course: you get the final projects and exams over with first, and you "take care of yourself" after -- not the other way around, silly! But I have not been in school for a long time, and should start acting like it.)

Just to be clear, I'm not posting this out of a desire for people to tell me that it's #valid for me to take as long as I need, and to reassure me that I don't need to rush for my (tiny) readership. I believe that all already, and appreciate it. But the impetus to go fast is coming from me, not from any idea about my audience.

----

Some qualitative statistics.

I keep track of (chapters written / time) and also (words written / time).

Both of these have their flaws, but I think the latter is more meaningful overall. Mere verbosity is no virtue, but one does need to write more words when there's a lot that needs to happen, and chapters very in eventfulness.

My average words-per-time rate over the "third act" of AN has been about 60% what it was during the fast period in 2022, when I wrote most of the "second act."

For what it's worth -- which is disputable -- that slower rate is still faster than my average rate over the entirety of TNC. But of course TNC was a lot less wordy.

(I don't know how I expected to write the whole book in 2022. Well, I do, but it involved absurdly optimistic assumptions about the "third act." The conceit was a useful kick in the ass, though.)

A somewhat optimistic extrapolation, using this rate and the average chapter word count in "act 3," says I will take around 5-6 months to write the remaining 7 chapters.

5-6 months is ... actually not that big a hiatus, by my standards! (That says more about "my standards" than anything, but still.)

It does feel absurdly long, though, emotionally. Emotionally, I feel like I ought to be done, like, next week. Come on, it's so close, just "get it over with" --

On a practical level, I'm a little worried about the size of the planned 6-chapter final block. Less from the length of the pause involved, and more due to the possibility of losing momentum... I guess. Maybe I'm spoiled by the immediate feedback of serial release.

I guess I could shrink the size of the final bunch and push out serial release for long. None of that will matter in the long run anyway, for "archival readers." The current plan feels structurally right, though.

----

I set aside the entirety of the past weekend for writing. I worked as hard as I could, and got ~5000 words of the next chapter. It still feels less than half done, honestly.

I was aware that the words were coming less easily than usual, due to my sleep debt.

On Monday evening, after sleeping very badly, I tried to continue, and did write a bit more. I quickly had to admit, though, that I was simply too tired for my brain to make words of the desired quality at any usable rate. So I stopped.

I have a strong emotional motivation to go as quickly as possible. "As quickly as possible" is currently pretty slow. I'll do what I can to improve that.

#almost nowhere

[boltedfruit]

How I Outline/Plot: Including Author Resources for Developing Characters and Self Publishing

First and foremost, everything I’ve included in this doc that references resources (such as the plot outline below), is also available for free on the authors’ respective websites. I just wanted to recreate the template Scrivener file I use when starting a new project as I’ve collected everything in one master file.

MASTER TEMPLATE GOOGLE DOC: https://tinyurl.com/boltemp

I recently posted the chapter count for my upcoming Mafia MM romance I'm writing for NaNoWriMo this year and was asked how I plot by @duckyreads

Below, I've included screenshots of the first couple beats of my process and how much detail I usually include when outlining. The template I'm working from is an edited one of Romancing the Beat by Gwen Hayes, who offers her beat sheet for free on her site and in a Scrivener Template.

Using Romancing the Beat, I first went through and made a separate page for each story beat for my protagonist, Zac. I can't do just normal three act structure as it's too vague for me. I need Too Much to work with, then I can whittle it down later. I then did the same for the love interest and Mafia boss, Joe. (name might be changed idk yet.)

The colored dots represent which act of the story I'm in. Light pink= Act 1: Set Up, Dark Pink= Act 2: Falling, Blue= Act 3: Retreating, and Purple= Act 4: Shake it Off.

I also want to note that even though the epilogue is written in for both characters' POV, I'm only writing it once, from Zac's POV. So not every single beat necessarily translates directly into its own chapter. A few from Joe's POV are definitely combined more than once.

So Chapter 1, Scene 1: Zac's sister Riley has made him a dating profile and set him up on a date with who will soon be revealed as a crime lord.

I'm repetitive, because I've gone back in at different points and added little notes here and there. But my basic points I want to convey right off the bat: Zac is a hot mess who drinks to excess at times, has a sister who loves him but he is always putting her in a hard position, and has issues with money and violence from his childhood.

I also like to include some dialogue or rough snippets for scenes because it helps make the scene feel more concrete to me. I don't always do this though.

This is Chapter 1, Scene 2. Very short and to the point. (This was something I originally started writing as a fic btw.)

This is Chapter 2, Scene 1 and is the first from Joe's perspective.

It's plotty compared to the first chapter. I haven't done any nitty gritty location research yet so I put stuff I don't know yet in asterisks or brackets or in something like "XXX", because XXX is easy to find and change with ctrl+f > replace.

This is from Chapter 3, Scene 1. Just vibes.

This is from Chapter 4, Scene 2, from Joe's POV after the date.

This is what I ended up with. I'm sure as I work through it, the chapter count will go down. I don't really want my romance book to be so long, but I saw recently that 50 Shades is apparently over 500 pgs, which is wild to me. I'm also doing alternating POV, so it'll be switching between my protag and the love interest.

My outlining/plotting steps:

Decide on genre and type of story structure I want to use.

Decide on my protagonist and lay out a new page/note for every story beat of whatever structure I'm using.

Go in order or jump around and write a little per beat based on how I want a scene to go. For me, feeling is more important than knowing exactly what's going to happen. I'm not naturally a plotter, so I still like to not be constrained when I'm actually writing. (ie I'm not adhering to some rigid word count per chapter.) And if I changed something or added a thing while writing, I go back to the outline after and add it in so it all lines up and I don't forget something I did.

If a beat doesn't fit its own chapter, I make it a scene. It's also okay for multiple beats to happen in one chapter too.

Do the same for any other POVs involved in the story. Try to make each character have their own arc as well, no matter how small.

Really my main advice is go with your gut first because you can always add on or retract later. Write what you want (with some awareness of genre tropes/audience wants if you're trying to write to market to some extent). All book publishing is fickle and mean a lot of the time. And honestly unless you're one of the few who gets picked up by traditional publishers and offered an amazing deal, you'll be expected to pay for all the things you'd be paying for with self publishing, except with fewer rights to your own work. I'd rather pay and manage my own website, ads, and ARC readers and retain total rights to my own creations than give my rights to a publisher who might hold my book up for years, and still expect me to fund my own advertising, book tours etc.

And besides, if you self publish, there is no rule you can't have another book (and then even your backlog) traditionally published later on. You can have both.

#self publishing #writing #indie authors #boltedfruit writes #guess that's a tag #boltedfruit fic #I get heated about how trad authors are treated especially new ones

[letstalkwhump]

Let's Talk Whump!

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community! I’m Malice and I’ll be your host today. 

Here with us today is the fabulous @angstafterdark !

Hello! Good to have you here! How about we start off with a fact or three about yourself?

Oh man, hello. If we're not talking about whump, I'm really bad at talking about myself. It's not that I'm boring, I'm just shy and awkward. I'll do my best though! 

My name is Vee or V or ✌🏿. My favorite color is red. I love emojis even though I'm still trying to figure out what half of them mean. I'm very passionate about getting more POC and well written women into the media I read and write in. I firmly believe everyone wins when there's more diversity! 

What does whump mean to you? 

Catharsis, a healthy way to get the pain in your brain out so you're not harming yourself or others. For me, whump isn't the only thing I look for, I like a little plot with my pain. Whump and all its tropes and genres are seasoning to great storytelling! 

And how did you find the whump community? 

I stumbled into the community completely by accident and during a pretty rough period in my life. I started out in writeblr and somehow found @sweetwhumphellacomf's Prince and Paladin series with Eos and Valerie and it just hit everything I loved about storytelling! Dex is a fantastic writer and that series will always have a special place in my heart. So after I read it, I started reading more, got hooked into a discord server, started to actually interact with Dex and other whump writers, started writing my own stuff and went from there!   

Do you feel like your view on whump has changed since you joined?

It's definitely changed! I've gone in a different direction with my writing and become a lot more open to certain tropes and people I once thought were weird or taboo. I think, personally, that's helped me grow as an author. I've had to do research to write some topics with sensitivity and care and that, in turn, has led me to other blogs and people I have the pleasure of calling friends! 

And now my favorite question to ask! Do you have a favourite whump trope?

Whipping, Bedside Vigils, Creepy Comfort, Captivity, Whump Emotional/Psychological Whump, Sickfics/Fevers. I've really been into the BBU (box boy universe) lately. As someone who loves engaging with others about OCs and writing stuff, my favorite thing about it is its collaborative nature. It's so fun and contrary to popular belief, people are very aware and sensitive about the triggering tropes and topics that are often explored in that sandbox. There's also the ability to explore the real world struggles of POC communities, minorities, and other vulnerable populations and thats something I’m really passionate about. 

The BBU universe is amazing with its sandbox structure and I think a lot of the whump community has really connected through BBU’s shared universe. Do you have a favourite piece you've written? 

I have two blogs so I'll link two if that's alright! I love this one! Taron and Zizi were my first whumpees. They hold such a special place in my heart. And this one! (slight nsfw)! Wick's fear here was so fun to write and so palpable. 

I love Taron’s distress and internal conflict in the first one. So good! Do you have a regular writing routine or just whenever the inspo strikes?

Oh gosh. I have a kid, a fulltime job, and a pretty busy life so getting writing done is kind of hard. I try to take Mondays off from parenting and working and I usually find myself at Panera Bread for a few hours. I really like sitting in one corner of the place. I’ll usually put on my wireless headphones and put one song on repeat. The song depends on which story or character I’m writing for.

I do like having a snack when I'm writing but sometimes I get into the zone and completely forget about what I'm eating. It's a problem!  

And do you find it easier to write some things than others?

Comfort is really easy for me to write. I don't write it a lot but when I do, it flows really easily. I love a good comfort fic but I usually slip in a bit of angst. I gotta have my angst. 

Take us behind the curtain, is there anything new you’re working on at the moment?

I have several stories in the works but I'm currently working on the escape portion of LIKE A BULLET LOVES A GUN. Someone dies and that's all I'm gonna say about that. 

I've also taken up drawing again. It's not great and I hate not being immediately good at something but I'm trying to stick with it! 

Do you have a joke or pun you would like to share to spread some smiles today?

I usually save my witty lines for my writing. I’m not great at being funny when I’m under pressure. Sorry. 

Advice time! What would you like to share?

Yeah! I have two pieces of advice!

The first: Have a writing buddy! Write with someone you trust who is going to be supportive of you and excited about what you're doing. The second: no matter how discouraged you get, NEVER DELETE YOUR WRITING OR YOUR BLOG! Be your own fan first. Reread your own writing (you write it for a reason. It made you happy). There's absolutely NO shame in reblogging your own work and screaming in the tags. It's not annoying and it's not egotistical.

Finally let’s shout out your favorite writing/whump blogs, bffs or people who've inspired you. We're hyping everyone up here!

Oh God. There are so many! Whether it's screaming in the tags of my writing, giving me space on discord to be my sometimes messy self, collaborating with me, or just being a sweet, positive force in the community, I'm genuinely grateful for each and every one of these blogs. 

@mottinthemainpot (who nominated me) @wildfaewhump @flowersarefreetherapy @siren-of-agony @ashintheairlikesnow @justplainwhump  @noirineverysense @just-horrible-things @gritpyre @winedark-whump  @studyofwhump @clockworknightmares @redwingedwhump @amethystpath-writes @gottawhump @girlsjustwannadrawwhump and @oddsconvert 

I also gotta shout out a few of the discord servers I’m a part of so shout out to the whumpawoman server, especially to @whumpstash and @mirasmirages who are the most amazing and supportive co-mods! 

Shout out to The Whump Oasis and every one in there as well! 

Anything you'd like to add?

Yes, thank you. albino-whumpee would’ve been on that list of whump blogs that I’m grateful for. I'm still so grateful for the conversations we had and their beautiful commissioned artwork. I hope wherever they've ended up, they're happy and pain-free. Please consider visiting the memorial @whumptr0pes put up for Moya and donating to The Trevor Project in their memory. 

Oftentimes when we're writing whump, we’re dealing with our own traumas and insecurities. It's cliche to say but you never know what someone is going through so kindness and understanding always has to be a priority even if - especially if - someone is writing about a topic you don't personally enjoy or can't engage with for whatever reason. 

We all write and enjoy topics that can trigger someone else and it's important for us as a community to support each other. Please, please, please don't hesitate to reach out. There is always someone in your corner. 

(Note: This topic may still be extremely fresh for some folks and it can be extremely triggering, but we here at Let's Talk Whump want to make it known that we are all a big family (the whump community). No matter what differences we may have, no one should ever feel alone. That being said, if any of you are struggling at home, feel lost, hurting, and don't know where to reach out, attached is a website that has international suicide hotline numbers and resources available from countries A-Z.

https://blog.opencounseling.com/suicide-hotlines/ )

Thank you so much for sharing, @angstafterdark. It was so good to have you here today! 

And to all you folks at home, have a whump-derful day!

* @angstafterdark is an 18+ blog only. Minors please do not interact with their works or with their blog. 

[bettsfic]

2023 WIP cleanout

a couple years ago i did a major WIP cleanout and it was very satisfying, and i've been bummed out lately so i'm doing it again to cheer myself up.

i have about 200k worth of unposted/unfinished fic, and i'd like to make a decent dent in that. when i listed out my WIPs i was surprised to find that most of them i'd written past the 50% mark and for whatever reason, the fic went an unanticipated direction. instead of fixing it, i moved on. the problem is that usually the unanticipated direction is something cool and that i want to pursue, but would make the fic longer and more complicated than i want it to be, and more work than i want to put into it. once i get enough distance from a fic, it's a lot easier to see how to get it back on track.

there are many things i set down and never think about again, but if it sticks in my head for longer than a couple months, then i know i need to come back to it eventually.

so this is my accountability thread! and i'm going to lay out the steps i took to triage these fics and get them posted, in case it helps anyone struggling with the same problem.

here are the things on my WIP cleanout list:

(Organic Chemistry isn't on this list because i'm actively working on it, albeit slowly)

Wind of the New World

Annie/Finnick, The Hunger Games (ASE epilogue)

started August 2020

this one is what inspired the cleanout, and as of yesterday it is DONE and POSTED. for the longest time it sat at about 7k when i knew it would be 10k, and i couldn't make myself write the last 3k because somehow it turned into a threesome fic with Gale and it took me a loooong time to let go of that idea. also, it required a lot of canon knowledge, which faded the longer i kept it on the backburner.

to finish it, i:

killed a few darlings (Finnick's crush on Gale)

down drafted the scenes i hadn't yet written

reread ASE while taking notes

rewatched Mockingjay 2 while taking notes

transcribed several scenes of Mockingjay 2

made a punch list of things i wanted to fix/rearrange/expand on

up drafted, dental drafted, and posted

completing it took about 15 hours across 3 days.

Stray

Lumine/Razor, Genshin Impact

started April 2021

this is an alternate beginning to genshin where the traveler finds Razor instead of Paimon. it stalled out at 5k because i wanted it to be rated M and i also wanted the characters to get all the way to Liyue, but both of those things were far more work than i wanted to put into it. so now it'll be rated G and end when they reach Mondstadt. i don't anticipate it will be more than 7k.

Before the Suns Rise

Anakin/Padme/Obi-Wan, Star Wars

started June 2022

this one is nearly 45k and about 95% done. i set it down because 1) i got to the threesome part and writing threesomes is hard, 2) i hadn't watched the Clone Wars or Rebels yet and so i was self-conscious about my knowledge of canon, and 3) i got distracted by Lemon.

another thing that a lot of these WIPs have in common is that they're very closely tied to canon and therefore have Plot and even though i can do Plot, i find it exhausting and a little tedious.

this is a post-Vader, alt-OWK timeline fic. in the 20+ star wars fics i've written, only 5 of them are in any way related to canon, and they're all one-shots. so this one is going to be hard.

i anticipate it'll only take 5k to finish, for a total of 50k and 14 chapters.

Patronage

Seungho/Nakyum, Painter of the Night

started October 2021

this is my Patreon AU that's over 10k already. in it, Seungho is married to Jihwa (and cheating on him with Nakyum) and i wanted to write the whole thing through to their divorce (and Seungho Getting A Real Job), but that is just. a lot. so i'm going to write only to Seungho finally giving in to his feelings for Nakyum, with the knowledge that after season 4 is finished, i may want to continue it as a series and write the latter half as i'd intended.

i'll probably only add 1-2k, for a total of 12k.

In Water Falling

Ahsoka/Rex, Star Wars

started November 2022

this was the first rexsoka fic i started working on when i finished Clone Wars. i got about 10k in, scrapped it, wrote another 15k, scrapped it, and then started focusing on Organic Chemistry. also, i just got very frustrated with it. to fix this one, i think i need to lower my expectations of it, rearrange some plot points, and write the final 2-3 scenes.

maybe 3-4k more? hopefully it'll cap out under 20k.

There & Here

Chishiya/OFC, Alice in Borderland

started February 2023

in my defense, i set this one down, like. a week ago. there's nothing i'm stalled out on; i just have to finish it.

currently 25k, hopefully only 5k more, capping out under 30k. it's 4 chapters.

things i intend to finish later:

Good Bones - this is my Emergency Fic that i'm saving for when i'm too blocked to write anything else

Bomb Time - this is a BOSAS fix-it. i definitely want to finish it, but i'm going to wait until the film comes out in November, so i don't have to reread the book to remember what's going on

#writing update #2023 wip cleanout

[blueparadis]

hi! do you have any tips for writing long fics?

helo helo :> i just layed out the framework the way i prefer to do. I'm still working on it, writing long fics.

Ask yourself how long its gonna be? 5k? 10k ? 20k?; set a word count of the fic ( just an approximation)

divide them in parts — i generally do it like this, not a special thing to follow but just a framework.

[a] Exposition: A direct way of telling the reader/audience what's happening in the story before it starts. It sets the tone of the whole story including establishing the characters and where the story is going to take place.the introduction of the plot.

[b] Inciting Incident or Rising Action: Because of what is established in the exposition, the characters in the story are led to do something. This part gets more suspenseful as the story progresses making the audience wonder what's going to happen next. That's why it's a "rising" action. Be specific as you can be since you won't be able to add plot details in next part

[c]Climax: This is usually the most important part of the story. It's the culmination of everything that's happened in the story so far and the point where a choice or an action is made the affects every part of the story. It is the most descriptive part but please be mindful not to slip in too much info, just how the characters are feeling, reacting, thinking to do.

[d]Falling action: This is the part of the story which shows the consequences of climax and the "fallout."You can info dump here again apart from adding Redemption, regret, reconciliation ( if any ).

[e] Denouement or Resolution: This is the conclusion of the story that wraps everything up and fills in any details that hadn't been revealed before so that the story is fully understood. And it gives you an indication of what's to happen once the story ends too or you can give a open ending if you'd like to continue in future.

Set a word count for each of the parts. don't worry if it doesn't match the overall approximating word count you had in the first place for this fic. None of them will be same at the end.

Start writing a synopsis for each part, jot down points you want to touch, even if it's just broken sentences. No one's gonna check that, the result MATTERS. So, write anything in anyway which you won't forget. Sometimes I have oneliner musing to remember the dynamic,the emotional elements that I want to write.

NOW, there must be a scene, a part that you're dying to write, that made you write this long fic in the first place. If you feel restless to write that, please do. It'll get easier to finish and you'll get a huge boost to write the rest of the part. It can be the climax, anti-climax or even the conclusion.

try to finish a part a day, at least a part of part. Be patient with writing otherwise it'll get tiring when you'll be proofreading

listen to music. Yes music, not songs. Only music. Lofi works the best but feel free to pick your niche. It'll help you focus if you're very excited to write the fic.

After completing all you have to do is to beta read. This is harder than you think. It is the same fic that you've been writing for days , maybe months and you might grow monotonous of reading it again. So, beta read can be done in two ways.

one— you can take a day's gap (or whatever you deem fit ) and read, make the necessary corrections in one sitting.

two— do it by parts. starting with your favourite scene or going from the last part to the first part.

Or you can ask someone to beta read. I don't because I can't let someone go through my 10k of brainrot because of one particular scene.

Thank you. i wish you all the best in writing your fic <333

#paradistalks #📬 — mails #writing tips #tips for writing #tips for writers #just tagging in case this helps anyone out #long writing #long fic

[adonis-koo]

Oh my godd misssy😢 I'm so sorry you've been feeling this way!

Honestly, i was slightly shy to really send in any asks or comments cause, WTF💖?!? I'd be gushing and squealing with puppy like excitement in every of them!

I've RE-read your works over and over again, dear! The way you can string together words and set up these detailed scenarios is just to die for! Not to mention, the intricacy of the fucking plot!! It's rare that I see someone so dedicated to the plot just as they are usually to the romance! Take Tease!au, or wicked!au for example. You've created the PERFECT balance between bitter and sweet in every one of your fics!

And even when it comes to the daddy!jk masterlist of yours, it's a 100% romance😍 and it's never boring.

If I'm being honest, i think what i like most about your writing is the angst. You leave us hanging on, waiting for more in the most artistic way possible. You make me want angst as well! You've always been able to play around with words such that i feel that fucking pang in in my chest.

Also.. i think i may have told you this.. but, my fucking boyfriend liked your stuff. He caught me scrolling through tumblr 😂😂 and he fell flat. Had half a mind to make an account of his own! So it's not just a gender oriented fan base you have.

I'm sorry I've ranted so much, lol. But, I couldn't bare to see such a beautiful and talented writer lose her spirits like this. You might say it's not much, but, i say that there should be absolutely zero depletion in that cheerful spirit.

Please, missy. Don't lose hope. There really are hundreds of thousands of people that enjoy your works. Maybe they've just not been able to work uo the courage to interact as of yet. No matter the case, please.. Don't lose your spirit. You're very very well loved, dear. You have a knack for writing, and it's a very admirable trait. Keep at it!

~ Lily ♡

Lily you got me over here trying not to sniffle and cry 😭😭😭 I’m trying really hard to pull myself out of this slump and it’s not going very well!! It’s far from the first time I’ve had feelings like this so I’ve adjusting to coping but it’s still an awful thing.

And once again, complaining and crying hasn’t really done anything, in fact I feel like it’s just made me feel even worse because again, I don’t want it come across that I don’t appreciate the ones who do support me, I love each and every single one of you!!! (your boyfriend is a bonus LOL but saying I love him would be a little too weird, still very cool that a man enjoyed my writing though and it’s not just gender exclusive🫶)

I’ve loved every moment of writing both Tease and Wicked, that’s something I cannot stress enough., but I was fresh 18 when I first started Tease, I didn’t have nearly the responsibility and stress of life that I have now getting ready to be 24, I look back and reminisce that I was actually able to pump out 10-20k every two weeks so diligently! And it makes me so depressed knowing I can no longer do that.

Not to mention that while it has been rewarding, it has become so much more taxing to my mental health to keep trying, for my own personal enjoyment it has been absolutely rewarding but the demand that people have had over the years has really stressed me out, balancing all of this is such a tricky thing! And at one point I thought it would get easier to balance, but if it does, I haven’t made it yet 😭

You and so many others give me so much encouragement, I just feel so strangely disconnected from my writing and this blog lately and I hope it doesn’t last forever 🥺 thank you so much for taking the time to send such encouraging words my way Lily I will always appreciate you my dear!!! 😭❤️

#missy answers #h-g-bts #you are an absolute angel Lily 😭❤️❤️❤️

[novelcain]

I have a small head cannon now with my version of reader that I wanted to share with you:

She has a lotus pin in her hair due to her association with Quanyin and it has the added bonus of extra protection (like a protection seal)

Just wanted to share, now I’m going back into my hole to finally finish a fic that’s been giving me writers block for two months now.

*gets slapped with writers block in the face*

Gosh darn it….

(By the way any tips on how to overcome writers block?)

That's a pretty interesting idea. Like a lil fashionable talisman~

And good luck with your writing hope you can get through the writers block

As far as tips go, I unfortunately can't help much in the writer's/artist's block since I don't really get it.😬 If anything I just get bursts of laziness where I don't wanna pick up my laptop cause that's too much effort and so end up curled up in my nest scrolling through tiktok all day. But to remedy that, I just force myself to pick up my laptop or @lovesick-ritz will kindly hand it to me so I can get things done.

So here's the tips that I could think of:

Set a designated area or method for writing (ex. I only write on my laptop bc I've assigned it mentally as my preferred place to write)

Make it as easy as possible for you to write (ie. leave the writing tabs open. I personally never have word closed there's always at least my notes tab open but I usually have at least 3 word tabs don't ask me why I'm addicted to keeping tabs open)

Try to get rid of as many distractions as you can like unneeded social media (having a tumblr tab open is always my down fall cause I get distracted by asks)

Since I have adhd and autism complete silence honestly distracts me more than anything so I like to play this 10 hour thunder storm video on YouTube (this also helps with my tinnitus in case anyone else got that)

Another thing I've been told that help is just start writing little notes or just anything at all and maybe that'll spur you into what you want to be writing

Also some random tips if found useful when it comes to writing/drawing:

If you hyperfixate on writing and drawing for long periods of time like I do (like I'm talking about 8 hour sit down don't move sessions) get water and a couple snacks before you start and be sure to stretch at least once an hour

Remember to specifically do full hand stretches to avoid carpal tunnel and writer's/artist's arthritis

Try to get up and walk around as much as possible (if you can as someone with walking issues I know that isn't always easy or even possible)

One thing I like to do to rest my eyes and brain is after a few hours I'll go to Spotify and play a few songs (or in my case one song on repeat I've been particularly obsessed with the Epic sagas since they've come out and have been constant listening to Survive in the Cyclops saga) with your eyes closed. Staring at a screen all day can be harmful to your eyes and brain.

And for drawing with adhd, if you're working on a long piece it can get frustrating to work on one part for long periods of time so keep in mind that if you're start to feel bored or tired with the part that you're working on it's ok to move to a different part. (ie. you've been working on the hair for a while and start to feel understimulated to move to the face or even a completely different area so get that stimulation) It's not like a story where you gotta remember plot points and continuity the whole thing is right there so just work on whatever part catches your fancy. Or hell if you get bored just draw lil scribbles for a second in a corner somewhere until you feel up to going back to the piece.

Please keep in mind while reading these that I by no means have healthy habits. As I stated I hyperfixate on projects and will often neglect my human needs for extremely long periods on accident; however, I am lucky enough to have a very attentive partner that reminds me and encourages me to take care of myself and helps me when I can't. (Love you Ritz. Literally couldn't live without you~ mwah💜)

HOWEVER! Because of this I am extremely used to living with unhealthy habits and have an OBSENE amount of tips for dealing/living with them so if anyone wants some autism/adhd/depression/anxiety (all of which I have kinda extreme forms of) life tips lemme know and I'll write a whole essay for you. Tho again I will say these tips are not cures. These conditions are permanent so these tips would just be ways to make living with them a little easier. (Honestly I might just make that post even if no one asks for it on the off chance that helps even one person)

#skittle answers #isekai'd to the west #isekai'd to the west headcanons #tips for writers #tips for artists #advice #writer's block

[therummesoccupied]

FANG THE HUNTER, ISSUE #2 - THOUGHTS

I once again find myself without TOO terribly much to say beyond, it was good, I liked it. Flynn's doing good writing, Rothlisberger and crew are doing good art, etc.

I, of course, loved the environments. Seeing Sandopolis Zone up close and personal was really cool, especially after we caught a couple tiny glimpses of it over in the Modern stories, but only ever as one small, barely visible part of the entire island.

I also really liked seeing Fang work his way through the tricks and traps of the actual level.

Really, Fang in general here waa really good! It was cool seeing how he operates deprived of his gang and watching him strategize his way around Knuckles on his own home turf!

Also, one weird little note, is Knuckles like... weirdly pale in this issue? Not really a complaint, just a thing I noticed. Maybe it's just me.

Then there's the B Plot of Sonic and Tails chasing down a strange aircraft that MIGHT be run by Eggman?

Again, the upcoming covers have already spoiled who's actually running the thing, but I'm sure there's more story to be had here.

What I find neat is that, when Sonic and Tails get close to the thing, it just... teleports away?

This is a Classic story, so this is, like... WAY before Chaos Control ever gets introduced as a concept.

It's probably not too much of a stretch that Fang's "eighth Chaos Emerald" is probably involved here. My current theory is that it's probably the Phantom Ruby, but I won't get into why for anyone who hasn't seen the upcoming covers and is avoiding those particular spoilers.

Back with Fang and co., I'm really interested to see Bean and Bark start to get truly fed up with Fang.

It all seems like it's building up to some conclusion where Fang learns to actually appreciate his allies and they see he actually cares and they go forward with their friendship renewed, but... I think they might not?

Hear me out, here, Ian Flynn stated on Twitter that this story takes place between Mania and Superstars.

Now, my personal interpretation of the story puts Mania and Superstars in different timelines - that's for another post - but I do find this look at the writer's intent interesting. In Superstars, we see Fang by himself. Bean and Bark aren't there. We've seen Fang alone before, but the three of them have been consistently shown as a group since the later Archie days. Even Modern Sonic still references them as a gang in Issue 3 of the main IDW series. But if the writers intend for this story to take place before Sonic Superstars, that means at some point, Fang has to end up alone.

I have a feeling that this whole arc may end with Bean and Bark, fully done with Fang's nonsense, really, ACTUALLY leaving him, and Fang setting forth by himself. A bit of a downer ending, to be sure, but I kinda like the idea, as it's not something we usually get to see from Sonic stories.

As we come up on the end of the Issue, we get another cool Classic setpiece, which I am told is Newtronic High Zone from Knuckles' Chaotix, a game I have not played much of.

It's neat that it's from that game, though, because...

Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't this screen from SEGASonic the Hedgehog (the JP exclusive arcade game)? Is the implication here supposed to be that Miracle Island and Eggman Island are the same place? Who knows. I might just be wrong.

Anyway, it was a long wait, but I really did enjoy this one, and am, of course, excited for Issues 3 and 4, as well as the return to the main series with Issue 69 (nice) and the upcoming Riders arc!

#sonic the hedgehog #sega #idw sonic #fang the hunter #sonic comics #sonic

[spacerockwriting]

Gallavich intro

Thank you so much @callivich for making a gallavich intro meme thing!

Name: Comet

Age: 32

What made you fall in love with Gallavich? Their story. I love angsty plots and shit, and Idk. I just really fell hard for them. Like really hard. And having shitty dads is something I relate to, sooo that might be an added thing.

How long have you been a fan? Since like May? I was binging the show 3-4 times a day to get through all 11 seasons. I'm rebinging it again, so there's that.

Favourite Gallavich moment/scene? I'm rewatching season 1, so I do love the Mandy/Ian/Mickey moments we see. But I think Mickey taking care of Ian with his bipolar is one of my favorite moments. We're seeing just how much Mickey cares. As someone with mental illness, I really love seeing that. Ngl, I also love Groomzilla Mick and the wild ride of season 11.

Favourite Shameless character apart from Ian and Mickey? So it's probably Lip and Carl. I love Ian and Lip's closeness, and I love how chaotic and unhinged Carl is. Just shit like where do the gay weiners go? makes me crack up.

Do you write or draw or make edits? Yes!!! Been posting my writing here! And I'll link the full fic on A03 when I'm finished! Haven't done any edits or anything, but maybe I'll start. Good excuse to get out my tablet.

Favourite type of Gallavich fics? I'm pretty open. I like angst, substance, slow burn. I do a lot of fic reading at work, so please send me recommedations for stuff! I prefer long completed fics for those instances. AU's work, slow burn, canon divergence. The only thing I'm not really into is the A/B/O stuff. I also like fluffy onshots! I'll read those before bed, usually.

Favourite Gallavich quote? "Don't." "IAN GALLAGHERRRRR!!" Mickey's soft I love you. The unhinged S11: "That's Gay. We're Gay. Not that Gay." "Man I hate the fucking gays with all their meh and their bleh." Also not gallavich but I say Not cool, Jimmy-Steve like once a day at least.

Anything else you’d like to share about yourself? I'm really glad to be in this fandom as Shameless as been my hyperfixation for a while now. I'm so glad to be in such a welcoming fandom! Also @galladrabbles has been what I look forward to every week so there's that!

#gallavich #gallavichintro