#30 days of writing

[whenmemoriesfrost]

writing every day in march // days eight & nine

still writing my short story, very slowly. it’s nearly done (yes, I’ve said this for a week now)

I think I need a break from it and to work on something else. I want to write something under 1500-2000 words because everything I’ve written lately is 3-5000 and variety is good!

I feel pretty sad about being such a slow writer. It makes me wonder if I’ll ever get anywhere with my work.

#journal #studyblr #writers on tumblr #writeblr #30 days of writing #writing log #creative writing #writing every day in march

[thegoblinboy]

My pride 30 day writing challenge

I have never done one of these before and I’m actually really excited to do this. (Though I’m going to randomize it even further and put my plots in a wheel that decides what day they are going to be :)

Broken Glasses

Kiss or Dare

Hair cuts

Stoner thoughts

Children

Perfume

Monkey bars

Body switch

“No, I don’t like them. They are too loud and obnoxious and I think that thing they do with their hands when they are nervous is stupid. Honestly who fucking wears a ring on every finger?”

Pregnancy Test

Fighting over Blankets

Awkward (like very) kisses

Mental Crisis

Oh we were supposed to be on this date with her so she could decide who she wanted and she totally is a red flag dude. Like genuinely she keeps interrupting you when you start talking about that DND thank you do and if I’m honest I sort of want to find out what happened to the King

Borrowing clothes

Reading a book together

Milkshakes and stains

Feud

“Trust me, I’m letting you win right now because I find it funny how you look like a monkeys ass when you get excited.”

The matchmaker

Thunderstorms

Lakes

“I’m going to make a offer that he can’t refuse.” “God damn it (name) stop referencing The Godfather.” “—- you come here on this day and you disrespect me.”

“This is a face of a killer ___” “dude was that twilight.”

Trans character

Nail polish

To energetic to remember to eat

Sweaters

“Dude that sounds really freaking gay.”

One has powers

Ok so now that I have that done I can start writing! If anyone wants to join me in writing any form of stranger things ship (Steddie, harringrove, Byler, Stancy, mileven, roncy (idk the ship name for Robin and Nancy), or any ship really just as long as it’s appropriate and legal.

(Or if you want to read something specific ((that’s bxb and in something that I’m aware of)) like a idea send some ideas in my ask box and I’ll be sure to get to every single one!)

#idk what to add #steveharrington #stranger things #billyhargrove #harringrove #fandom #bxb #30 days of writing #writer #I’m bored #steddie

[awonderlandsystem]

30 Days of Writing

Prompt: Any questions?

The fae stood in a line at the forest clearing. A large pile of building supplies to one side and a mini mountain of treats and comfort snacks to the other. They were an odd bunch, and Blight knew he wouldn't have their attention for long.

“Alright,” said the dwarf builder, lifting his heavy hammer over his shoulder. “Today we begin rebuilding, starting a new journey in a new land. There won't be any lollygagging, mischievous pitter-pattering about or silly shenanigans.” Blight glanced over at the two demigod twins.

“You expect manual labor?” Lyric put her hands on her hips.

“Wouldn't this be easier with magic?” Asked Lyric’s brother Limerick. Both of them scoffed at the idea of getting their hands dirty.

“Not entirely no, but the foundation needs steady hands to keep it firmly in place. I don't trust the flimsy magics you lot are always throwing around. Bah that's beside the point, I haven't even made it that far. None of you've received your assignments yet.” He gruffed and huffed, making his long and thick mustache dance angrily on his face.

Nina and Trigger exchanged worried looks, neither wanting to see the dwarf's temper explode. “We'll be happy with whatever assignments you have for us.” Nina said, offering Blight a supportive smile.

Blight relaxed and motioned River to come forward. She stepped up with a clipboard hovering over her hand. “Blight, Louie, Trigger and Artemis, you'll be in charge of setting the foundations for the homes and pathways.” River gestured her hand forward and the top sheet of paper on the clipboard rose and drifted over to Trigger, who caught it.

The retired pirate pulled out his reading glasses to examine the layout. “This is fantastic.” He said, folding the glasses and returning them to his pocket. “It’s going to be a doozy to put together but I think we can do it.”

Louie snatched the paper from Trigger and held it up to his eyes. “Hmm. Why do I have to help? I'm nowhere near as big as you guys.” It was true, Louie wasn't close to Trigger in height or as wide as Blight.

“Since when does a half demon turn down using his powers?” Blight teased. “I never said there wouldn't be any magic used. You'll be the one guiding up the beams and planks with Artemis. Moving on.” He glanced down at the notes in his hands. “June and Sapphire.” Looking up, he motioned to River to slide over their assignment.

June caught the sheet of paper and looked it over. Nodding and giving the occasional “uh-huh” and “I see. I see.”

Sapphire moved over to stand behind June, fluttering her wings so she could rise up to look over June's shoulder. “Of course, we're the decorators.”

“Is there a problem with that?” Blight asked, annoyed.

“No.” She said, her tone not matching her answer. They all waited a moment, knowing she was about to continue. “It's just-” there was a groan from the crowd. Sapphire glared at them but continued. “It's just, well, boring. Couldn't you give me something more exciting?”

Blight sighed and clasped his hand over his face, muttering into his palm. He slid his hand down his face and pulled on his beard before letting out another sigh. “Sapphire, we're building homes, not throwing a party. Work now. Excitement later.” He gruffed again and motioned to River to pass out the next assignment.

December and April looked over the sheet that came to them. They were in charge of checking on everyone and helping where needed. Easy enough.

Lyric raised her hand. Blight frowned but called on her. “So what is left for my brother and I?” She asked.

“It seems all the relevant work is taken. Does that mean we can go off to play?” Limerick folded his hands under his chin in an attempt to look angelic and cute.

It didn't work with Blight, who looked shocked and offended at the request. “Gah! No! This is all hands on deck! You lot are next. River, give them their sheet.” The dwarf grabbed and fiddled with his beard again to calm himself down.

“Now, everyone has their work and I expect we'll all be getting right to it. We'll have roofs over our heads and beds to lay up our feet in no time. Do you have any-” Blight was cut off by the two demigods exclamations over their assigned duties.

“Cleaning?!” Limerick shouted, throwing his hands up in the air.

“Tidying?!” Lyric wailed, putting her hand up to her forehead dramatically.

Blight hit his limit. He turned to the two of them and in one mighty motion slammed his hammer to the ground. A large ripple cracked across and sent the two of them flying off into the treetops.

He looked back at the rest, his face red and his breathing heavy. “Any questions?” He asked.

#zoe #30 days of writing #september

[bee-bees-posts]

Day 1

Hopefully I will start this off going 30 days straight writing every day. I think it would be cool to have a following and all but the thought of having an audience makes me want to censor more. I should probably do that anyways because its the internet and everyone knows that everyone is being watched and profiles are being sold to advertising companies and all that jazz. It is no longer a conspiracy, thats just how things are. Because my Skinko baby woke me up at 5 this morning, I got to watch the sunrise. it was gorgeous.. So yellow that I smiled.

Im thinking about doing art exercises along with my chores today. My boyfriend Jack is gonna be home from work today so I definitely have the freedom. I really need to get better at both, I plan on making some kind of colander but I'm not sure where to start.. I saw a Tik Tok the other day that said "when I was 17 I thought I was so wise and knew so much more than everyone and I just got it, now I spend my 20s making sure my apartment stays clean." (that probably wasn't the exact quote i'm just basing from my memories.)

I see in the future so frequently I'm imagining day 100 cake i'm gonna bake, and I also want to reward myself with dumplings on day 30, but only if I don't break my streak.

This is kind of lame for a my first entry but not every one is going to be ground breaking stuff. The most exciting thing going on in my life right now is waiting for my family to visit and smoke with me, except the kids obviously. Just me, Mama, and Grandma. God my moms side of the family is so cool. Im lucky to have that side on MY side.

#family #bipolar stuff #30 days of devotion #tiktok #stinko is my son #30 day challenge #30 days of writing

[l-in-the-creative-world]

The 30-Day Writing Challenge

Book browsing and buying, 6am wake ups and long work days. That was last weeks vibe. It was a little hard to keep on track with my prompt writing. I may or may not have spent Sunday just catching up. Either way, I'm hoping to get more consistent this week. So I’m still doing favourite lines for each week, but I really enjoyed my day 12 a lot so i put more then just the one line. Hope this is reaching you well, sending positive and productive vibes ✌🏻💕

Day Eight: ‘How are you?’ he asked looking at me with so much compassion in his eyes it scared me. 

Day Nine: Untouched, unmoved.

Day Ten: Though even without the fear of being hurt, my heart beat faster than ever.

Day Twelve: His face is smashed sideways against the window of a police building when Kaitlyn runs for the third time. They should have expected it. She’s good at running, good at finding ways to escape the twisted faith that the gods have given her.

Day Thirteen: The enemy is still on the table; that white piece of paper whose edge carries his blood, like a trophy of what it’s accomplished. 

Day Fourteen: Getting on the bus in the early autumn morning is a battle for a good seat, for somewhere to take a moment to breathe after rushing to reach this stop.

#writing #writing challenge #L writes #prose writing #reading #books #productivity #prompt writing #30 days of productivity #30 days of writing #writeblr

[sicktember]

Official Sicktember 2023 Prompt List!

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[2023 Sicktember Collection on AO3]

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[text version of the prompt list below the cut]

Prompts:

1. Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care

2. Quest for a Cure

3. "What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?"

4. Hiding an Illness

5. Preventative Measures (Not Taken)

6. Sick and Injured

7. “You’re a Jerk When You’re Sick”

8. Persistent Fever

9. White Coat Syndrome

10. “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy”

11. Beginner’s Guide to Faking Sick

12. Old Wives Tale

13. Anxious Stomach

14. ‘‘I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am’’

15. Sick in an Inconvenient Place

16. Consulting the Internet/Web MD

17. Magical Remedy/Healing Potion

18. “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”

19. Curled Up With a Pet

20. Cramping Pain

21. "But if you stay, you'll get sick too"

22. Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

23. Coughing Fit

24. “Did you just sneeze?”

25. Confused/Disoriented

26. Pink Eye/Conjunctivitis

27. Uncooperative Patient

28. “I should have stayed home”

29. Side Effects/Adverse Reaction

30. Patient 0

Alts.

“I Could Really Use a Hug Right About Now”

Fuzzy Socks

Pounding Headache

Forehead Kisses

“I’m so sorry”

#sicktember #sicktember 2023 #all fandom event #sickfic prompts #writing prompts #prompt event #writing event #30 days of prompts #fanfiction #sick characters #caretakers #hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort prompt #sicknario #sick pompts #sick character #whump hurt/comfort #sneeze prompt #cough prompt #nausea prompt #whump tropes #whump event #headache pompt #soft caretaker

[sugajimin]

30 REASONS TO LOVE YOONGI

03.03  1993 - 03.03  2023 

(cr: in the soop:jung-koook, season’s greeting/ memories 2020:namuspromised, sowoozoo/yet to come in busan:0613data, mot’s one dvd: joonie)

#min yoongi #yoongi #bts #btsgif #userbangtan #suga #btsedit #myedit #mygifs #mycomp #happy yoongi day! i should ve finish this earlier because i literally was preparing it since january #i mean i had the idea since then #and i was searching for my fav gifs to add and stuff but i was too lazy to do it #ON THE TOP OF THAT i got carried watching aot daldskdj #well these are my 30 reasons to love yoongi #of course there are more #but sinse its his 30s bday we stay at 30 dsadas #i tried to write something about them BUT MY ENGLISH SKILLS LIKE SO MUCH #I AM SO SORRY

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ VALENTINE'S DAY ~ PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous

Feel free to use and reblog!

a bouquet of their favourite flowers

surprise date night

"But I thought you never liked valentine's day?" "Surprise!"

having sleepless nights because they can't think of the perfect gift

getting asked out via a smudgy scribble on a coffee cup

cooking an intricate dinner for their loved one

slow-dancing in the living room

"I like when you're being so soft."

doing all things romance, so they don't have to do it the rest of the year

decorating the bedroom extra special

going on a first date and not realising it's valentine's day

going on a platonic date and being mistaken for a couple

"That's really all I need. Some time with just you."

writing a heartfelt letter

forcing their s/o to watch a soppy movie

going on a spontaneous road trip to get away from everyone

"If you'd ask me, every day could be valentine's day."

taking extra care of their s/o

giving their s/o a massage

repeating the same valentine's traditions every year

love confessions

having their anniversary on valentine's day

"Oh, you're the sweetest!"

celebrating with a bottle of champagne

staying in and having a lazy day because that's what they enjoy most

a bubbly bath together

"You know, I love doing crazy stuff on valentine's day."

giving their s/o a valentine's calendar

having a romantic picnic

taking candid pictures of their s/o to capture the special moments

#valentine's day prompts #valentine's prompts #romance prompts #romantic prompts #writing romance #writing prompts #prompt list #dating prompts #date prompts #fluff prompts #setting prompts #dialogue prompts #prompts #otp prompts #otp #writing inspiration #writing ideas #writers on tumblr #writeblr #30 prompts

[briarrolfe]

Talking about endometriosis symptoms at work: Yeah, I’m in a bit of pain so I might be a bit spacey every now and then, haha. But you know, I’m still fine to be at work! 😊🙏

Talking about endometriosis symptoms with friends: I know God is not merciful because if he was, he would have sent one of his angels to kill me with a shovel

#endometriosis #I TRY not to be pain posting on every app #but unfortunately it IS now my main and only hobby #I did the maths today and I have only spent 30 days this winter NOT bleeding. and this week is the last week of winter. I’m Not Pleased #writing essays on tumblr dot com #me vs my probable endometriosis (‘:

[whenmemoriesfrost]

writing every day in march // day three

today definitely felt like the first day of spring!

i find it really hard to accept that first drafts suck, and that it’s okay to start drafting to explore ideas without having 100% of the plot outlined yet

spending this afternoon/evening doing a first draft for one WIP, and just taking notes and brainstorming for another. i’m definitely gaining a better understanding of them both and why i’m writing them, which is great :)

#journal #studyblr #writeblr #study blog #writers on tumblr #30 days of writing #30 days of productivity #study motivation #writing log #creative writing #writing every day in march

[osamusriceballs]

Last-Minute Plans

Ushijima x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW (cockwarming, rather soft)

Words: ~ 1,5 k

About: Wakatoshi got a ring for you, and he needs to make sure it fits.

A/n: Happy Birthday to our beloved Wakatoshi-kun~

"It fits,"

he mumbles with a sigh of relief, one he hadn't realized he was holding. He looks contently at the jewelry now adorning your ring finger.

Ushijima knows that he's late with this. He should have attempted this plan a long time ago; he despises last-minute actions. Lately, however, you've insisted on waiting until he returns home late from practice due to extended training sessions just before the crucial match, making it impossible for him to secretly slip that ring onto your finger to see if it fits. He's aware he hasn't been giving you the time you deserve lately, but he's determined to make it up as soon as he can. He intends to spoil you as soon as the match is over and his schedule finally allows him to have more free time, treating you like the princess you are.

He had nearly abandoned the idea of trying the ring on your finger. He considered simply hoping for the best, planning to alter the ring quickly after proposing if it didn't fit. He knows you wouldn't have minded, but he wanted this moment to be perfect. The first difficulty he had encountered, however, was that you had rings in various sizes in your jewelry box- probably for different fingers, but even after sorting through them, he was still not convinced that he chose the right size.

Relief washes over him as he sees the ring fitting comfortably, and for a short moment, he envisions your future together. He dreams of having you sleep beside him every night, of going on the vacation you've always dreamed of, and of giving you the beautiful wedding ceremony you've always wanted. He's already asked Tendou to be his best man and informed his parents of his plans. He even decided to send his father a notice that his son will be getting married soon—hopefully.

The ring looks stunning on your hand. It's noticeable yet subtly elegant. He's confident you'll love it; you've often praised his taste, describing him as simple in his choices, which you adore.

His gaze drifts to your peaceful sleeping form. You must be exhausted not to have woken up yet. Normally, you'd wait until he returns or awaken when he quietly lies down beside you, an act he's yet to master. You'd always greet him with a tender kiss, a gesture he cherishes most during his days and misses the most when he's away. Yet, you sleep soundly, your face soft, breathing steady. You're wearing one of his shirts, the old Shiratorizawa jersey you claim is the comfiest—adorable on you, he agrees.

He's fairly certain you're wearing only flimsy panties beneath, but he'll take his sweet time tomorrow to explore every inch of your body.

"Toshi," your sleepy voice pulls him from his daydreams, and he quickly hides the ring, clutching your hand in his. You stir, turning towards him, brows furrowing as you reach out blindly.

"Y/n, go back to sleep. It's late," he murmurs in a soothing tone, knowing you find his voice calming.

"I missed you," you groan, squinting your eyes as you try to make out his face in the dimly lit room.

"I missed you too," he replies, smiling softly and leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips. You smile in return, bringing your free hand to his cheek, a bit clumsily—almost slapping his face, but he doesn't mind; he is simply happy having you close.

"You haven't shaved today," you mumble as you caress his cheek. He hums in response. "I forgot. Does it bother you?"

"No, it doesn't. But you never forget to shave. What was on your mind today?"

You, he thinks, but for once, he refrains from sharing his thoughts. He needs to distract you, to take back the ring unnoticed. How you haven't noticed it so far surprises him.

"I was thinking about…" he begins, his voice trailing off, unsure how to respond without you getting suspicious.

"Wakatoshi, come to bed. You seem really tired," you yawn, and he suddenly knows what he needs to do.

Ushijima leans down to kiss you again, this time deepening the kiss with more passion. He feels your response, your body arching into his touch, your lips moving in sync with his.

"Toshi," you're already breathless after a few kisses, and he finally feels your hand relax, fingers intertwining with his with the metal still on your finger. He typically holds your hand more firmly, but now he keeps his grip gentle, ensuring you don't feel the ring on your finger. With his free hand, he traces the hem of your shirt, his fingers gliding beneath the fabric, encountering the softness of your skin.

"Want you, but I'm tired," you whisper against his lips, prompting him to nuzzle against your neck. "Should I pleasure you? Should I make you feel full?" You moan softly and weakly nod, your eyes barely open in the dark room. Unbeknownst to you, a wave of relief washes over him. This may not be going exactly as he planned, but making love to you with the ring already on your finger is better than he could have imagined.

He quickly runs through potential scenarios in which he could smoothly slide the ring off your finger, deciding to position himself behind you while maintaining a hold on your hand in front of your body. Shifting his body weight, he maneuvers behind you until his chest presses against your back. He skillfully settles beneath the blanket without releasing your hand, making sure not to tighten his grip around your fingers. His lips find your neck, where he places the gentlest kisses against your skin, earning the softest, most beautiful moans from your lips. His hips begin to rhythmically move against your backside, and he feels how he hardens in his pants.

You contently hum while you lean into his touch, raising one leg to allow him to slip his thigh between yours. "Feels good," you murmur as he starts a grinding motion against your pussy. He feels his growing need, a nearly instinctive response to your body. His earlier suspicion about you wearing only his shirt and panties appears accurate; that much he notices when his shorts ride up and his bare thigh grinds against your cunt. As much as he wants the feeling of your bare skin against his, he knows that undressing might raise too much suspicion. Instead, he guides his free hand downward, gently tracing circles against your clothed center.

"You're so perfect. So beautiful. I love you so much," he whispers into your ear, causing you to shudder in his arms. Your grip on his hand tightens, while your other hand softly clutches the sheets. He understands your needs. Grateful that he's still wearing the soft shorts, he pushes them down slightly, quickly freeing his cock.

"Should I use some lube?" he asks, concern lacing his voice, worried about hurting you since he hasn't fully prepared you yet—a truly challenging task when ensuring your hand remains held and he can only use one hand properly.

"Think I'm wet enough," you mumble, and he dips two fingers between your folds to confirm, and he is rewarded with enough arousal to forget about his worries.

As much as he wants to ravish you right now, he knows you would probably drift off to sleep if he makes love to you tenderly—so that's precisely what he does. He gently spreads your legs further with his thigh, allowing his cock to rest between your legs. It has almost become a routine for him to set aside your panties and gradually ease his cock inside you- a practice that you often do after he comes home late from his practice sessions.

A breathy moan escapes your lips at the stretch, and he feels his own body tensing at the sensation of your soft walls around him. He continues to push until he's fully inside of you. You always take him so well—it feels breathtaking to be buried deep inside you. He still hopes you'll succumb to sleep in this embrace, even though he's surely wide awake himself.

"Feels good," you hum, your breathing gradually returning to a steady rhythm. He pulls you closer, inhaling the soothing flowery scent of your hair- a scent that always brings him comfort and calms his mind when he can't seem to rest. You might not fully grasp how much he loves you—how every fiber of his being yearns for you, how he wishes for you to be happy and to be his. This is precisely why he plans to propose to you tomorrow and to place the ring back on your finger. You wouldn't refuse him on his birthday, would you?

"Sleep well, my love."

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #ushijima #ushijima smut #ushijima x reader #HAPPY BIRTHDAY! <3 #it's now 1:30 am #I'm not used anymore to staying up late #so I definitely feel tired now T.T #I'll go to sleep now <3 SEE YOU TOMORROW! <3 #I hope you enjoyed this! #I actually wrote a Suna fic yesterday #I planned to post it today #But i totally forgot about our birthday boys #So I'll try to write something for Aone tomorrow #so you'll get Suna in two days from now #It's part of the one night stand series #I might make it a series in the masterlist so I can have an overview xD #I don't even know who'll be next #I just go with my mood #I write when inspiration hist #*hits #ANYWAYS! <3 #feel hugged and sleep well! <3 #my brain is not functioning rn #GRRR

[awonderlandsystem]

Zoe writes for 30 Days! (I hope. We'll see!)

Prompt: Lost at sea

Hayli leaned over the side of the lifeboat and sobbed loudly. In her hand she held her dead cellphone, the empty battery indicator flashing on the screen. “We're doomed!!!” She wailed.

Zoe sat across from her, her hands held above her head to block the sun. “I told you that you should've turned that damn thing off.” The sun was blaring down. Zoe thought about taking her top off to cover her face while chastising herself for not having sunglasses like Eva did.

Eva was lost in her head, her thoughts cycling around the events that brought them to being stranded. They'd been stranded for three and half hours. No phone signal and no visual sign of anyone the entire time.

The first thing Brittany had done was scavenge through their bags, stockpiling what she thought was necessary and tossing the rest of the weight out. She'd managed to come across three bottles of super strong SPF sunscreen that belonged to Hayli.

“But that's like so super expensive and like very hard to find!” Hayli had protested while Eva and Brittany went around lathering everyone up.

“We'll be super hard to find if we're burned to a crisp and dead,” Eva responded. Hayli had relented and moped to her area of the lifeboat to take selfies.

“You should probably save that battery…” Zoe warned.

And now her phone was dead. The others had worked to conserve their batteries by leaving them off. Eva switched hers back on to check the signal again. No luck.

“Aren't you supposed to like light a fire so airplanes can see us?” Hayli asked, pulling herself up to turn and face the others.

“If you try to light a fire I will throw you overboard.” Eva glared from behind her dark sunglasses.

“Now Eva, we can't be turning on one another. I'm sure we'll be found in now time.” Brittany piped in. Always the optimist.

“Anyone ready to take bets on who eats who first?” Zoe asked, cackling at her own joke. No one else found it funny, except for Ikelos who chuckled and then covered her mouth when she realized no one else was laughing.

“A million spacebucks Brittany eats us all.” Hayli said, raising her arm up. Ikelos snorted behind her hands.

“Rude!” Brittany said. “My spacebucks are on Ikelos. She'll get high and get the munchies for us.”

Ikelos dropped her hands from her face. She looked absolutely surprised. But when her eyes met with Zoe, the two of them burst into laughter.

Eva rubbed her temples. How would she get them out of this in one piece? And would she be able to do it without throwing one or more of them overboard to save her sanity?

#30 days of writing #zoe #september

[tabswrites]

To everyone who participated in NaNo this year:

It doesn’t matter if you reached your goal or not. What matters is that you made an effort and that is the #1 way to improve as a writer.

I’m proud of all of you and don’t be afraid to rest if you need it!

#everyone on my dash rn: please be kind to yourselves #not everyone can just crank out 50k in 30 days while also…being alive #it’s incredibly hard and any amount of writing is a victory #nanowrimo #nano 2023

[katballesteros]

Sachi

Commissioned by @inusmasha for @mustardyellowsunshine

Enjoy, Robin! :)

#inuvember2023 #day 30 #quillwing717’s sachi #hello robin pls enjoy as I enjoyed making this #I’m not sure if this fic has any fanart #well if there wasn’t any now there is #not a specific scene ok thanks #inukag #inuyasha au #inuyasha and kagome #kagome #mustardyellowsunshine #kat draws #funny story so I needed some ahem feet reference because feet are hard ok and so I went looking for them on Pinterest AND THERE WEREN’T NONE #if you look up feet or foot or female feet or male feet on Pinterest it won’t give it to you like dang ok #I had to write whole sentences to get the right refs #but then I thought I should follow Pinterest’s advice #hence socks #anyways it was a good laugh thanks

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

IT’S ME, YA GIRL, BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH ANOTHER WIP OF A LUCI SMUT FIC CUZ I HAVE NO CONTROL :)

Might have the full thing posted later tonight

Warnings: Smut directly below this, we’re diving in real quick with this one!

NSFW below the cut, minors DNI

You weren’t sure how you ended up in this situation. Well…that’s not entirely true. But you never thought that you would ever be in the situation you found yourself in. Not that you were upset at all by it. Lucifer, the almighty ruler of Hell itself, was bound and blindfolded in your bed wearing nothing more than his briefs. His hands were restrained to the bed post with tightly knotted rope while a silk ribbon obstructed his vision, leaving him absolutely helpless. Of course, you both knew he could more than easily break free from his bondage, but he wasn’t going to. He trusted you with his entire being, his devotion to you was undying. He was now yours to tease, to use, and to break. The thought excited both of you. You had already stripped, wasting no time as you closed in on your prey.

“Are you ready, Luci?” you asked, inching yourself closer to the foot of the bed.

“Yes, darling,” he answered sweetly, “do with me what you please.”

“Good boy,” you hummed. You heard a light moan escape his lips from just your words. He loved nothing more than receiving praise from you. You began by resting your hands on his ankles, ever so slowly moving them up to his calves, and stopping to massage the inside of his thighs. It was already apparent that he was having a difficult time sitting still, he was very sensitive after all. Your touch was intoxicating, he could never be satisfied. And the blindfold certainly amplified the experience. You finally moved your hands up his briefs and onto his hips, where he finally bucked up from your touch.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you chastised, “don’t move, baby. Be good for me.”

“Y-yes, love,” he murmured.

“Already so needy, aren’t we?,” you teased, noticing the very obvious wet spot on his shorts. “We’ve barely started.” You palmed his erection, eliciting a yelp from Lucifer. You began to slowly stroke him through his clothing, you felt his cock twitch at your gentle touch.

“Pl-Please, I-mmhn, please m-more,” he babbled. The sounds of his begging were pure ecstasy. What a feeling to have power over the most powerful being in the realm. You chuckled, reaching for the hem of his briefs, finally releasing his hardened cock. His tip leaked precum onto his stomach, Lucifer whimpered softly.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” you coerced, “tell me what you want.”

You heard an audible gulp from Lucifer. Even with the blindfold, you could tell that his cheeks had flushed a bright red. “T-Touch me, pl-please…need to f-feel you,” he choked out.

You smiled as you reached out to grab the base of his cock, forcing another moan out of Lucifer. You started to stroke his shaft up and down at an agonizingly slow pace, precum leaking onto your hand. It felt like he could burst at any second, but you planned on making this last as long as possible. You could already feel yourself getting wet from the sight of him writhing under your touch. Lucifer’s breathing became heavy as though he couldn’t get enough oxygen in his lungs. Unfortunately, he bucked up his hips to your touch again. You let go of him completely, Lucifer nearly sobbed at the loss of contact.

“What did I say, Luci?,” you scolded.

“Imsorryimsorry!!,” Lucifer cried, “Please! Please, I’ll be good. Please don’t stop…”

“You need to learn some patience, baby,” you retorted, kneeling down and taking a long lick from the base of his shaft to the head. Lucifer’s moans had turned into breathy gasps for air. Without warning, you plunged your mouth down on his cock.

“FFFUUUUCCCKKKK!,” Lucifer yelled as you continued to bob your head up and down on his length. He was well endowed, so you were carefully not to take too much of him all at once. Your hot mouth engulfed half of him while your hand stroked the rest, perfectly in sync. You circled your tongue around his tip, loving the taste of his precum. The only sounds from Lucifer were screams of pleasure as you overstimulated him with your mouth.

“Talk to me, sweetie,” you commended, “how does this make you feel?”

“S-so good, love,” he panted, “ffffuuucckk, I’m so c-close, soooo close…”

“Mmm, what a good boy you are, Luci,” you smiled. You take your hand and mouth off his cock in an instant, leaving it to lay on his stomach once again. Lucifer’s breath hitched as he whined inconsolably, completely devastated by the loss of any friction. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

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Day One- Gale of Waterdeep

500 Follower Event, 30 Day Writing Prompts Prompt: Relic, Tender, Petrichor, Gale (BG3) Pairing: Gale x Reader Tags: Fluff, Kisses, Cuddling, Slightly Suggestive, Gale Route Spoilers, BG3 Spoilers Word Count: 741

Gale’s dark eyes sweep languidly across the page, no doubt committing to memory the poetic verses written within. You watch from the doorway, comfortably warm in the threshold between cozy library and chilly balcony, a mug of tea slowly cooling in your hands. It brings joy to your heart to see Gale this relaxed. He’s reclined in a loveseat, dressed in his usual soft sleeping clothes and donning a pair of new slippers. The book he’s absorbed in is tome-like in appearance: leather-bound, some sort of ancient relic etched in gold leaf on the cover, a hefty clasp hanging loosely on the edges. You smile to yourself as Gale cautiously turns an onion-skin page, brows furrowed in concentration as he scans the next verse. 

With a small sigh, you lean against the doorframe, looking out to the churning sea beyond. There is something deeply nourishing about your days in Waterdeep. Perhaps it’s the way light rushes across the surface of the sea on clear days, sun glinting brilliantly in the sky, seagulls calling out to one another on the drifting ocean breeze. Maybe it’s the twinkling stars mirrored on the water at night, waves crashing gently to shore and the world silent as can be. It could be the hustle and bustle of the town around you, the familiar sounds of a peaceful life you’d almost forgotten in your adventuring days. Or perhaps it’s the unwavering gentility, the steadfast adoration of the wizard before you. 

Gale catches you staring, the corners of his eyes crinkling with delight at the sight of you. 

“Care to join me?” his voice breaks through your silent musing, eyes softening when you meet his gaze, “Books are always better with company.” 

“Of course,” you return, for how could you refuse such an invitation? You abandon your mug on the coffee table, shivering when a gust of wind brushes through the balcony. With it comes a pleasant whiff of petrichor and brine, a scent you’ll probably forever associate this tranquil afternoon with. 

“Darling, you’re freezing,” Gale worries, shifting in his spot to give you room to lay next to him. The loveseat is hardly big enough for two, but all the more reason to cuddle, you think to yourself. And that was most certainly Gale’s plan, for as soon as you sit down, he draws you into his warm embrace. He’s quick to take one of your freezing hands in his, drawing it to his lips and pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles. He warms it with his breath before sneaking in another kiss to your palm.

“Better?” he ventures, a gentle beam breaking through the gloomy grey of the afternoon. 

“Much,” you softly chuckle, letting your forehead rest against his. This moment is suspended in time, the balcony suddenly a realm of its own. Beyond the soft sound of Gale’s exhales, you can hear a drizzle of rain pitter-pattering on the rooftop, droplets bouncing off the railing and landing in tiny ripples on the water’s surface below. Gale holds your hand to his chest, his other arm drawing you close. Beneath your fingertips is the velvety texture of his shirt, the gentle thrum of his heart. This is nourishment in its purest form: Gale Dekarios, his love silently enveloping you, body and soul. 

You angle yourself to better reach his lips, pressing a tender kiss to them, lingering for a long while. Gale’s tongue softly traces the part in your lips as your fingers tangle in his hair. He moves to press tiny kiss after kiss against your cheeks, eyelids, and jawline. 

“Hmmm,” you hum, when he dips to give some much needed attention to your neck, “You can keep reading if you’d like. I don’t want to interrupt you.”

Gale’s book is long abandoned somewhere on the loveseat. You suspect he might be sitting on it, far too engrossed in you to pay attention to the tome digging into his leg. 

A small chuckle reverberates through Gale’s chest when you inadvertently gasp, his lips ghosting down to your collarbone.

“You’ve well and thoroughly distracted me, my darling,” he admits, “I’d much rather you be the subject of my studies this dreary afternoon.”

“Then you are easily distractible,” you return with an impish smirk. Gale quirks an eyebrow at you.

“Or is it that you and your irresistible charm are incredibly distracting?” he teasingly returns, laughing as he pulls you closer and lays his lips to yours once again.

A/N: I adore Gale. Honestly, I adore all of the companions in BG3. And many of the NPC's haha. I want to write more for him, so maybe a fic in the future? Time permitting, of course. Thank you for reading! Up next in this event will be Portia Devorak from The Arcana!

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