#it was like a handful of paragraphs

[stabbyfoxandrew]

sorry i didn't get through more of those asks guys i'm not having the bestest time today?

#lol idk i'm just sad and i couldn't focus at all #it took me four hundred years to write that one stupid little kevjean thing #like god #it was like a handful of paragraphs #and it took SO fucking long #and i got annoyed and sad about how long it took me #and THEN i was like... 'you know what else sucks? everything' #but anyway! yeah. sorry i'll try again later i guess? #might not idk #diaerie

[wlw-cryptid]

thinking about being a sheepgirl with a big butch guard dog whose finally broken the tension between us and started kissing marks into my neck.

them growling about how they've wanted to for so long while my voice wavers and my arms wrap around their shoulders for stability. theyd get on top of me and be everywhere, caging me in with their arms braced on either side of my head, helping me shut out the world n just focus on trying to grind against their bulge. Id get to feel their back muscles work as they leaned back n helped me wrap my legs around their waist.

I want them to look down at me and get lost in the needy look in my eyes and the flutter of my long eyelashes, only to lose their swagger when I blurt out "fuck me. I want you- I've wanted you to fuck me." I like to think they'd never expect me to be so vulgar and direct about it. either way i want to hear them let out a strangled, surprised little noise. i want their eyes to drop down to between my legs, biting their lip a little, and instinctively bucking their hips ever so slightly. all i want is to whine n pout n clutch at them and force their hunger become too great to resist

#i like to think about the way theyd growl. a spiked collar or jacket. the way theyd press their nose into my soft skin and sink their hands #into my fluffy cloudy soft wool. #and then theyd breed me panting that i belong to them. the end #she speaks #anon #asks #god i hate trying to write creatively where the fuck is my ACE paragraph model when i need it. what is my thesis

[corrodedcoughin]

I feel like Eddie is the type of guy to always have a slide whistle in his pocket and uses it to make incidental sound effects for the conversations that happen around him.

Nobody knows where he gets them all from and they don’t ask incase he takes one out and starts playing with it.

Wayne is so happy every time he loses one of the whistles. He absolutely never tells Eddie when he finds one of the numerous whistles that have rolled under the couch. He has an agreement with Steve to dispose of them secretly and securely.

Except one night when Steve’s driving around town with Eddie, he opens the glove box and there’s a bag full of whistles (seriously nobody knows where he’s getting them from. And in bulk?)

And Eddie is all ‘HEY!’ Which immediately makes Steve tense up in preparation for an argument with his easily antagonised boyfriend about the possible theft of offending musicals instruments.

But then Eddie continues with ‘more whistles! I didn’t take you for a fan dude!!’

And promptly shoves one up each of his nostrils and one in his mouth and tries to play them all at once while demanding Steve watch instead of watching the road.

Steves going to have to think of a new hiding spot.

#corroded coffin DOES have a slide whistle only song #they ALL get whistle solos #Wayne HAS had to deal with hours of slide whistle practice becuase eddie has told him ‘Wayne I NEED to be a master of my craft’ #’I mean it’s like telling Beethoven to stop playing’ #Wayne doesn’t think it’s like that at all #pre-agreement #Steve comes in to the trailer one afternoon and has to physically shake wayne to get his attention to ask what the hell the shrieking is #Wayne just hands a pair of ear plugs to Steve and points to the couch #the trials and tribulations of dating eddie munson #WEEE guess who originally was only going to post the first paragraph and put everything else in the tags #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #I’ve got crumbs friebds I’m so sorry

[rileyclaw]

thank you for 100,000+ views on Fish in a Birdcage!! it’s only been a week and im so blown away by all the amazing comments and tags and bites into pillow and tears it into feathers (affectionate). omg as well as 6,000 followers now!

#like i could write PARAGRAPHS about how touched i am that people liked the animatic #and gave it so much love on all my socials and just the general awesome feedback ive had this past week #but walls of text are no fun sometimes so please let me tear apart drywall in yalls honor #my art #the owl house #toh #fanart #hunter toh #fish in a birdcage #and the hands of all the other hexsquad kids . idk if i really need to tag that #i put them deliberately in the outfits they were in when they had their Lifechanging Journey with Hunter(tm)

[itsdefinitely]

i wanna know more about the jerries/jeris

do you want to know the most horrific thing about them?

the lords did nothing to make them the way they are.

yes, the jerry jr was turned into the axeman because of the witchwood, which does what it does because of the lords, but everything leading up to that is just human nature. i see the "girl jeri is nibbly" or "they were influenced by a lord to do the thngs they do" and i need people to understand that that's just. not true. they're just like that. they were taught to be like that by their parents and, more accurately, their church. it's horrifyingly accurate how religion has shaped them into non-functional human beings, who would rather potentially lose their child to the many, many dangers of the literal woods than admit that they had sex outside of marriage.

it's only because it's hatchetfield that jerry jr grew the way he did. there was no lord's intervention in their decision to keep the baby, or to drop out of school to care for him, or to keep him seperated from any other people, or to revolve their lives around the idea that they'd committed a sin and needed to pay by pushing celibacy rather than. i don't know. properly raising their child. it was the way they were taught. the toxic pushing of overexaggerated christian ideals is what molded them. can you imagine being in their place? being a scared teenager and knowing that if you told any of the people you care about most your secret that they would shun you and disown you?

the only people they felt any kind of safe around were each other; of course they're going to be codependent. and even then, they're disgusted by each other for leading them to sin. they're stuck together unwillingly, because without the other, they're alone.

#definitely an ask #and thats not to MENTION what kind of stress they were under when jerry jr started getting less and less human #imagine being completely and utterly alienated from everyone and everything except your parents who pretty much hate each other #and learning one thing: abstinence before marriage #that would do something to your psyche #and im gonna be quickly mentioning my minotaur stuff because im insane #people are terrified of the minotaur purely because he was born the way he was. and he was put in the labyrinth for no fault of his own #in which he THEN became a monster. not because he was one from birth #but because people treated him like one. and youre built by those around you #can you see the connection here #boy jerry #girl jeri #the axeman #abstinence camp #nightmare time 2 #hatchetfield #you guys severely underestimate how unwell i am about them #i keep. trying. to draw. but all my hands want to do is write paragraphs about the jeri/rys #anyway working on an axeman drawing godbless #lets hope this makes sense and im not just pulling words out of my ass #I KEEP FORGETTING HE HAS A NAME OTHER THAN LIL JERRY AND CALLING HIM THE AXEMAN. SORRY LUMBER AXE

[brother-emperors]

THE BROTHERS SFORZA

augh. there sure is a lot going on between them. tfw you know your older brother is wary of you so you have to navigate that fine line of proving you're useful, but not dangerously so. tfw your younger brother has the potential to be a knife in your back, but he's your brother. don't think too hard about what happened with the galeazzo. unfortunately, you're both visconti as well as sforza, and the visconti were prone to conspiracy. fucking RIP.

this definitely won't be upsetting years down the line when ascanio is near death and ludovico will be desperate to figure out how to bring his brother's body back to milan so ascanio can be interred in the same place as ludovico's recently deceased wife, beatrice d'este, and where ludovico himself has been haunting in a perpetual state of grief.

& the background of the first panel are public domain scans of two cards out of the visconti-sforza tarot deck.

Ascanio Maria Sforza: la parabola politica di un cardinale-principe del Rinascimento, Marco Pellegrini

#ABSOLUTELY BANANAS PHRASING abt one of these paragraphs btw #'metafora della sottomissione del figlio al padre' okay!! like going into that dynamic with your older brother is so. sooooooooooooo #like it makes sense. this is a dynast family. the father is dead. the eldest son was assassinated. #so now your older brother who was not the eldest brother WOULD assume the father-head of household role #and in the case of an emergency. you would fall into place as his right hand #which was. which was formerly occupied by your mother. and your older sister to the assassinated brother. so. WELL #that IS how you would prove you were useful to the state-household. it's just that. #NOBILITY IS SO FUCKING INSULAR ALL THE TIME. christ #the claustrophobia of being suspicious of your brother but having to rely on him #better to follow the plan your parents and eldest brother had in mind and marry him off to the church #italian renaissance tag #ascanio sforza #ludovico sforza #komiks tag #drawing tag #anyway eventually i'll figure out an art style i like for the renaissance cast. i think im getting close #but AUGH im still missing that feeling of 'yes. good.' im leaning towards the dead lineweight tho. that feels Right.

[galoosreblogger]

In RPG-s you often get the chance to ask characters to sum up their "story". Their life, how they got where they are, who they are, etc.

#I'd be either rambling or would just be like eh I don't have one #who just has their story ON HAND in a paragraph #if you do props to you I am not a writer #personal #text #quiz

[blinkpen]

found another old one i never posted enjoy

#hhhhverse tag of spite #the first clue that viv cannot write entirely removed from Discourse Factor exists in the hazbin pilot #where vagina pulls AD aside to tell the audience so much badly written self-aware exposition instead of. idunno. #'how do you not know who he is?!' and then being cut off before she can exposition dump at us #the scene continues as normal but now neither AD or the audience knows why to be on edge but that there is reason to #and then AD and the audience get SOME answer when he does that OP shit at the end and then is like lol moving on #there! you answered AD's question without a paragraph of bullshit AND left INTRIGUE for the audience too for wtf all thats about! #wow! #a highschool english teacher would have pointed this out if you handed this to them for a grade! #but you decided you're too good for critique before graduating #and now you get pissy when people say this shit reads like a highschooler or someone still in highschool in their head wrote it #the math is very simple here or did you decide math is also for nerds and not worth your time as well

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Can't stop thinking about Cellbit putting himself in harms way to protect Roier from Cucurucho and how, just days prior, Forever did the exact same thing for Maximus.

#i talk #qsmp talk #QSMP #Guapoduo #Ohnanaduo #LISTEN MAN THEIR whatever they got going on MEANS SO MUCH TO ME #On the one hand: I think Forever can do a LOT of development and growth as a person now that he realizes he doesn't NEED a relationship #On the other hand: Maximus would treat him SO well #Forever and Maximus instantly clicked on day one #also someone recently pointed out that Roier was the first person Cellbit saw when they arrived on the Island #and Maximus was the first person Forever saw #the parallels are KILLING me #also there's the whole Sapo Peta thing. I literally canceled the post I was writing about that mid-paragraph because I remembered this #anyways TLDR: I think Forever deserves to meet Sapo Peta. Sapo Peta would treat him so well too #Forever doesn't NEED to be in a relationship. I'm just saying if he WANTED one then Maximus would be my number 1 choice for him #also Cellbit is DEFINITELY with us on that he said the most beautiful thing the other day-- #he was like (paraphrased): #''Max needs to understand that Forever is like a delicate flower. He likes Max the way he is'' #''He just needs to cultivate it the right way'' #LIKE??????????? #CELLBIT C'MON THAT KILLS ME STOP #It really reminded me of how Vegetta described his character (in Karmaland) as a boy with a fragile heart #:(((( #They both have so much love and confidence but underneath it all they have very fragile hearts #agh #but anyways: Maximus and Forever have a beautiful friendship #and it was so sweet how Maximus comforted him after the wedding #(after Phil turned him down again a final time) #and Forever said ''you always seem to be there for me when I need it'' #it was so sweet and my heart ached for poor Forever

[mausinly]

BIG BURLY FLUSTERED MEN with a/o who takes one of their hands and kisses their knuckles - knuckles that have been covered in blood - and big burly man (I’m imagining König) just self destructs. Blue screens. Combusts.

Unwinding after operations is always a hassle. There's this limbo between finishing the mission and arriving back at base where adrenaline is still high, but you can't stay in one place long enough to come down from it.

Everyone is still milling about the building your unit is using as a temporary base. Counting your dead, if any, and treating the wounded before heading to the drop ships to fly back to KorTac's base.

You and König are holed off in a corner of the courtyard, you being seated on a bench with your back pressed against the wall while he sits on the ground between your legs. He rests his head back on your thigh, and you can feel the way he fidgets. Itching for something when there is nothing left to do but wait. His mask is still on, along with the rest of his gear. One of his hands idly tap your ankle, trying to find some way to release this anxious energy he has until you both can get back to base, where he knows it's safe.

You look down at him and remove your gloves, placing them aside before sneaking one of your hands under his hood and the balaclava beneath. Your fingers drag against the column of his neck, and your nails gently scratch his nape, making him groan and tilt his head back further to look up at you.

König let's out a grunt and fixes you a curious look. You hold out your free hand toward him. "Give me your hand." You murmur, and he does so compliantly.

He melts a little at the pleased little smile you give him, eyes darting down to where your hand holds his. His are so much bigger than yours, thicker too with the bulky material of his gloves. The fabric is stained red, speckles of blood still wet and crimson. He frowns a little at the idea of your hands becoming stained as well.

König thinks to rip his hand from yours, but falters when you begin to tug the leather off his fingers and down his wrist until his skin is released from the suffocating material. His hands are rough, pale and scarred and calloused. Your hands aren't perfect, but they are much more delicate and pretty than his in comparison.

You seem to disagree, though, with the way your hands trace the shape of his. You spread his fingers a little, dragging your nails along each callous and faded scar. It's almost devout in the way you study each line of his palm, the pads of your fingers so gentle against his skin.

You lift his hand up to your lips, tenderly pressing a kiss to each knuckle. You start at the base before moving down each finger, almost as if you don't want any of them to be left out. He would have laughed at the thought if his body wasn't frozen like a deer in headlights.

Your eyes fall down to his and your smile widens at the absolutely mystified look in his eyes, stormy blues flickering between yours and your lips against his hand as his pupils dilate.

His mouth opens and closes underneath his mask, but any attempts to speak die in his throat. How could you put so many thoughts in his head that he is unable to fabricate them into words? Do you have any clue what you do to him?

You let out a small chuckle and go back to kissing his hand, trailing your lips down across his palm and the back of his hand. You pull down the edge of his sleeve just to press your lips to his wrist. König groans as your affection doesn't let up, long and pained as his head lulls against your thigh and he drapes an arm over his eyes.

"Du wirst mein Tod sein, Engel..." He murmurs, thankful that his mask hides the stupid grin on his face.

#maus writes #i have no fucking clue what just came over me #i opened my ask box and posted my pinned post with the intention of replying to some brainrotting asks with like 2-3 paragraphs or smth #you got a whole drabble as a treat thank you for the most amazing prompt nonnie <3 #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #konig x reader #konig cod #konig mw2 #also sorry if the german is atrocious blame google translate 😔 #im a sucker for some hand appreciation and i know konig would be too

[carlyraejepsans]

i might actually post the rough of this because the first scenes are just enough info to keep u guessing and introduce the actual plot and like, 99% a ridiculously fluffy, sans-centric character study of theway he feels about frisk post pacifist that's been rattling around in my head forever

#IT'S JUST!!!! this really quiet moment of uninterrupted flow of consciousness where he's like. woah. just silently metabolizing #how important this kid's become to his happiness in very much the same way that tori and papyrus are. and like sitting with that feeling #i keep putting my phone down to put my face in my hands i need to take breaks. bc I'm feeling too much #what if he was dad. what if he was. a little bit dad. like teensy little bit. just a pinch. as a treat. #IIII WANTTT to show you so bad there are some PARAGRAPHS there. that i am so proud of #props of having a brain (sometimes) that can write (SOMETIMES) is it's specifically engineered to write the kind of shit that makes u insan #FOR FREE #(sweat and tears not included) #ANNIEHWAY

[utilitycaster]

This is an utterly random observation but I've found that people who make intense post formatting choices (tons of bold or italics, frequent use of small or large text, random use of colored text, weird shit like double parentheses for no reason) in their meta posts almost never have good meta. I don't think playing around with the formatting is bad or the cause - I think it's a weird correlation but not a causation, to be clear, and unless it's so intense as to be difficult to read I do still read it and judge it for what it is, and honestly maybe this is just because when I read meta with no particular formatting that sucks it doesn't register in the same way, but also in the case of elaborate post formatting I nearly always find myself saying "ok, this idea doesn't hold up to scrutiny and analysis, but also why are there three font changes and why is it orange."

#queue #on the other hand i am like paragraph breaks and ending sentences i don't know her so i might be utterly full of shit

[thunderon]

honestly i need more pre-crash yellowjackets soccer content because i do feel like it cannot be overstated how strongly them being a team prior to the crash influenced their behavior in the wilderness

anyways i know in my soul that coach martinez was one of those old school coaches who ran the varsity girls soccer program like it was the military. and listen every group scene in the wilderness screamed that coach martinez loved using group punishment. liberally.

#yellowjackets #op #cmon where my jocks at #i have a lot of thoughts on this actually #originally wrote this post and it was like an essay #i chopped off like 5 paragraphs #because it was turning into an analysis on the psychology of group punishment #i had to pump the brakes it was getting out of hand

[rafyki]

Am I good at writing smut? No, not really

Will that stop me from writing shameless Percico smut? Also no.

#percy jackson #nico di angelo #percy jackon and the olympians #percico #pernico #nicercy #this was supposed to be a quick pwp #but im almost 4k words in and they barely got their hands on each other's dick #it 3.5k words of them just kissing and getting worked up!!! #the actual smut part will be like one paragraph LMAO #thats just how it always happens whenever i try to write smut #im now realizing it always follow the same pattern lmao #my posts

[anqelbean]

My favourite Jin Ling headcanon is that he just. Lies sometimes about the funniest things just to fuck with people.

He once managed to convince Jiang Cheng he was left handed when he was pouring himself a cup of water with his left hand and Jiang Cheng told him to use his right so that he doesn't spill it. Jiang Cheng had a mid-life crisis about it.

#the last paragraph is ALSO a hc is you couldn't tell #anqels ramblings #eva.txt #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the untamed #jin ling #jiang cheng #mxtx #mo xiang tong xiu #this was inspired by the time i gaslit my dad into thinking i was left handed. he looked like he genuinely believed me about it

[ev]

if you want a female protagonist that is small and fragile and needs to be protected and picked up and carried around then just make them 5 years old bc thats all im picturing when i read these garbage popular books like that is just a 20 year old toddler at this point

#im reading fourth wing and trying not to throw it into an incinerator #she hurt her SHOULDER and her commander picks her up BRIDAL STYLE and carries her to the infirmary like that is so unrealistic #i have to stop reading these book every 2 paragraphs to put my head in my hands so i dont start screaming at how stupid it is