#I JUST STARTED WRITING

[drinkinboilingcoffee]

It didn’t all go dark the moment the jaws clamped down on Evan’s skull btw. He passed out about halfway through the drive to the hospital. He was awake for Mike panicking and apologizing, for William rushing in and wrapping his head in a towel and eventually taking it off because the blood just started caking it to his face and he couldn’t see. He was awake for a lot of the drive. He could hear William shouting at Mike to keep him awake, Mike shaking him and apologizing and dripping tears all over him while Elizabeth just stared in shock. At some point in the drive he wasn’t lucid enough to understand what was going on, only that Michael had hurt him and now he wouldn’t stop touching him, talking to him as all he wanted to do was drift off. He tried to pull himself away, but that just opened the wound even more.

The last bit of consciousness he remembered was driving past their house and trying to ask through the haze if he could go in and get his toys. No one could understand what he was saying by then, which didn’t matter, since he didn’t get to finish his sentence anyway.

#tw child death #angst #oh god #i just started writing #ourgh #fnaf #fnaf au #evan afton #crying child #sleepwalking insomniac #william afton #michael afton #elizabeth afton #tw brain injury

[imasexypotato]

Curt watches as his two closest friends dance around each other, tip toeing between the lines of what is socially acceptable and what is downright romantic.

He watches the way they look at each other, how John looks at Gale, as if he'd personally raised and set the sun each day.

And how Gale watches John, as though he's the only man in the world worth knowing.

He sees the way they touch. How John all but throws himself all Gale, trying to conceal his longing under the guise of playfulness. Forcing himself not to lose control and take, take , take.

And how Gale leans into him, almost tenderly, yearning for his touch, accepting whatever John will give him, holding onto the ghost of his touch like a dying prayer.

Letting no other get as close to his heart as John Egan has.

And John, doing the same in turn.

Curt watches and shakes his head.

How no one else had noticed, how even the two people in question seemed to be in the dark, Curt had no clue.

He turns back to his drink and takes a sip.

It was so Obvious.

#LOVE #i dont know where that came from #i just started writing #i love a perceptive curt #theyre in love your honor #john x gale #mota #clegan #masters of the air #john egan #gale cleven #buck x bucky #curtis biddick #bucky x buck #buck cleven #buckbucky #hc #he knows #callum turner x austin butler #callum turner #austin butler

[fourmoony]

Don’t ask me where that came from I have no idea

#lazy #I just started writing #and ended up there #it was actually supposed to be a fluff fjc #oops? #james potter #halle talks shit

[gh03tb0y]

my hands smell like clorox and i just finished burying the man made monster that crawled out of my toilet covered in sewer sludge, a substance that he said wasn't his blood, and sweat. i broke him open with my own two hands and kissed him gently. he looked into my gaping maw and saw the affection that i had kept tucked between my teeth. he said, "you're so lovely." i ate him raw.

#my writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #not really a poem #i just started writing #my hands really do smell like clorox bc i just finished cleaning my toilet #i absolutely love the imagery cannibalism has #like i love you so much that i have to eat you and even that isn’t enough #to have your bones in my mouth #that’s like the closest thing to intimacy i will ever have

[obitohno]

the sanzu kinktober started off as knife play, but somehow, pegging has become involved >.<

#♡ obitohno is thinking ♡ #i just started writing #n things happened #pls don’t hate me for this

[finitevoid]

is vart a girl

i wrote this scene where he has a minor gender crisis and it goes unresolved because actually the problem is that I don't know what his gender is

#teddie tag #i didnt intend for him to have a gender crisis. like this isnt in my notes #nowhere does it say 'bart decides to be nonbinary now' #i just started writing #and now theres this

[twilightarcade]

"Whats your favorite memory?" questions are such bullshit I literally don't remember that shit it just occasionally comes to me in divine flashes and leaves indefinitely

#wordstag #i think i should start writing things like this down... we were literally thinking about this last night people #just could NOT recall shit!!! Come ON!!!!!!!!!!! #girl it's in your brain somewhere... please.....

[jising-jisang-jisung]

Alright lol so I accidentally stumbled back into my hot sauce series that I somewhat intended to never finish but uhhhh well... it's almost completely finished now. My choices were either start writing ff again or do my hw so obviously I didn't want to do work since I'm not an academic weapon by any means... so I'm gonna add the people who asked to he on the tag list like 2 years ago and open it up for anyone else too ig idk

#hals.txt #hot sauce series! #hals updates #idk what happened #i just started writing #kinda like it tho #the act of writing #that is... #not the actually work itself #thats still pretty trash #but its ff so who gives a rip

[xandrikart]

#Imogen did started to do it earlier but it also happened right before the confession to Laudna. #Now she just experimenting with what she already got because her relationships crumble. #I can't believe that I once again spending so much time on memes... #bells hells #critical role fanart #critical role #cr3 #Dorian Storm #Imogen Temult #Ashton Greymoore #dorym #imodna #callowmoore #It's so funny that I just did the pin post and took time to write how I rarely tag ships #and that's pretty much the first thing I do after this

[moonsblack]

my computer just shut down wtf

#I JUST STARTED WRITING

[astearisms]

fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started

#i’m part of the demographic where i was a kid when adventure time started and now watching fionna and cake as an adult makes me emotional #because did they keep us in mind when writing fionna and her attitude towards life #the dissatisfaction #the hoping for something more #something more magical than this dreary life filled with working to live and living to work #it’s so reflective of how life feels for me and perhaps many of us #and also Simon’s episode was so sad but so well thought out #exploring his feelings after the events of the adventure time finale is something I’m glad we get to see #there were already so many layers to his character in AT but now it feels like we get to dive deeper #I also felt emotional hearing Rebecca Sugar singing and writing a song that encapsulates his feelings so well #😭 it’s been awhile seeing her work exist alongside these characters #and all of these emotions get stronger because I remember AT being the one to inspire me to be a storyboard artist #when I was younger I used to follow many of the board artists here in tumblr and would get so inspired by them #to create simple but powerful boards that can capture the feelings of characters so well #Rebecca Sugar’s songs for the AT characters inspired me so much too #I’m sorry this is long I’m just feeling so many things experiencing all of this again as an adult #my art #fanart #adventure time #fionna and cake #fionna the human #cake the cat #simon petrikov

[becca-e-barnes]

Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.

Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …

- 🍯

Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵‍💫

"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."

With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.

Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.

"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"

As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.

"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.

You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.

"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.

You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.

Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.

"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.

"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.

"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.

"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."

Update: Part 2

#asks answered <3 #becca writes spice #🍯 anon #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader smut #dom!bucky #I think this might be one of my favourites that I've written recently #That last line has been my go - to fantasy this week #it's come into my head every morning when I'm walking to the train #and I planned to write an exploration of it today #but you know #I like it just left there like that for now #I've spent most of my free time trying to book a mid-week city break #but I don't know where to start #I got a new piercing this week and I love it!! #but I was in work on Friday talking about it #and our graphic designer asked how many piercings I had #so I told him I have 8. So 3 in each ear #and the expression on his face was just pure maths #he didn’t question it lmao

[yourdaddyfigure]

I want to come home and see her lying on the couch, playing one of my video games. Come up behind my girl, pull her panties to the side, and slowly push myself inside her pretty little hole. “Shhhhh, it’s okay, baby. Keep playing your game. Daddy’s just watching you play.” I watch as she continues to play the game, purposely slamming into her. Smiling to myself as I watch her fail so badly to keep her attention on the game. She moans and whines as I watch her lose grip on the controller. I stopped for a moment. “No, no, no, pick it back up right now and finish the game, baby.” She listens and picks it back up, and I start up again, gripping her hips as she can’t help but arch her back, trying so desperately to keep the controller in her hand so I won’t stop. I start to hear her beg and cry, to let her cum all over my cock. I then grab a fist full of her hair and force her face into one of our pillows on the couch. Her muffled screams still being heard throughout the room. She drops the controller, but at this point, I stop caring. “Go ahead, you cute little bitch, cum all over daddy’s cock.” And just like that, she lets it all out, squirting all over our couch and making a complete mess. I give her a quick spank on the ass as I slowly pull out. “That’s my good girl. Daddy couldn’t have you beating his record now, could he?” We giggle and turn toward one another. Placing a kiss on her forehead, she said, “Maybe next time, now come on, let’s go get you cleaned up and something to eat.”

#malakai’s txt post #i need to start writing again #just haven’t had the motivation lately 😂

[roseworth]

(if u add a + just vote for whichever one you add it to <3)

#i usually just say lgbt bc its shorter and easier and i feel like the rest is implied #but im curious #im writing a paper rn and i mentioned the lgbt community and i couldnt decide whether or not to add the q #then i started wondering if i should add the ia too #i think im sticking with lgbtq but it got me wondering what other people say #polls

[lunamugetsu]

Danny is an ao3 writer

Hear me out!

Y'know how there's a running joke that ao3 authors/writers will put in the author's notes that they're sorry that they took so long to update and their reason is because of either they got into a horrible accident/ life threatening health issue/serious personal issues/ their life went up in flames figuratively or literally, or somehow a combination of all of those scenarios. And they're all like "Well enjoy the chapter! tee-hee!" and everybody who's reading it all collectively go "are you okay?!" (aka the ao3 writers curse)

So I want to take this, and add Danny

Danny begins taking a liking to the classic literature that Mr. Lancer talks about during class and decides to writes a fanfic about it along those lines. It all starts for when he writes a Pride and Prejudice fic where Charlotte gets a better life where she's both happy and comfortable. And when he gets pretty supportive comments about it. He starts writing fics for other books as well (and it never stops)

During that time, who else but the Jane Austen fan, Jason Todd reads this fic. Yes he reads fanfic (do not ask him about his ao3 history), he yearns for more Jane Austen, but unfortunately she's not exactly able to write more books for him to read. So he turns to ao3 where there are some people who have incredible talent for writing pretty good regency era romance.

So what happens when he finds a couple of Pride and Prejudice stories written by " HalfDeadHalfAliveWriter

And when reading through the stories and looking at the author's notes.

All with very weird scenarios happening to the writer that he can't be sure that if it's a joke or if it's an actual thing he should be very worried about.

Author's notes such as:

Sorry it took so long for me to update this I was being shot at by my parents and ended up getting a burn on my hand and couldn't use my computer for awhile.

Sorry the chapter's so short, all the people in my town are being possessed by a hoard of angry ghosts because somebody had a bright idea to steal an artifact that belongs to an ancient civilization. So I had to get this out quick before they ruin my wifi connection

Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, I had to fight off a crazy guy that is obsessed with killing my father so he could marry my mother and become my new stepfather.

Sorry for the wait I got sent back to Ancient Egypt by my mentor to hunt down a runaway ghost that was messing with time.

But honestly the most recent author's note on a fic that hadn't been updated in week is what makes Jason really worried.

Sorry for not updating for a couple months guys, I was taken by a government agency that started vivisecting and torturing me. Thankfully my sister and friends busted me out and now I'm working on healing up. Anyway here's the Great Gatsby fic where Nick and Gatsby kiss.

After reading that author's note, Jason just sits there thinking only one thing.

What the fuck?

#dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc au #dpxdc #dp x batman #Jason just sitting there not really knowing how to react to these authors notes #I imagine that Danny is completely chaotic when writing author's notes but completely professional when writing his fics #Imagine the downfall of the GIW starts with Danny writing fanfiction #that's something he'll never let anyone forget

[inkskinned]

crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.

i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.

in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.

i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.

i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.

plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.

the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.

we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.

i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.

a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.

today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.

loved beyond thinking.

#spilled ink #writeblr #personal #please don't ask me to talk on my experience on the spectrum lol. i hate how ppl talk to me about it #i really try not to write so specifically about it #bc inevitably someone talks to me like im a child #i think this is the first time i've ever openly identified with it but i've been hinting for years #i might delete this. feels big. #the thing is that being on the spectrum actually IS a spectrum #and if u say ur autistic #inevitably someone makes an assumption about ur needs/symptoms #please do not treat me differently than u usually would. like.... we can tell when you do #and like i mention. i do appreciate the effort. i do truly appreciate the effort. #but it still feels like... #when i was blind. sometimes people kind of did the same-ish thing. #they'd find out i was blind and start talking really loudly? #and while i KNOW they're just trying to help. it would be like. i'd be trying to find #the right way into a building (sometimes only 1 door is unlocked and i couldn't see the signs posted about where to go) #and ppl would be like ''OH UR BLIND? YES SO THIS IS A DOOR. IT OPENS INTO THE BUILDING. IT IS LOCKED NOW." #''A DOOR CAN BE FOUND IN MANY LOCATIONS.'' #and it feels like. when i admit to being autistic #someone comes screeching into my life being like THIS IS A DOOR.