#Or just write a decent sentence

[neil-gaiman]

So I’m writing an English research paper on British authors and I chose you (Neil Gaiman) because I love your work (and you’re just awesome in general). My teacher seemed so excited when I told her I could probably get information from your various social media accounts, and potentially get a message back with maybe a random fact about yourself. Can you prove me right by responding? Please and thank you! Have a lovely day!

Hullo, I'm afraid Neil Gaiman doesn't have any social media.

A random fact? I think the best smashed avocado on toast anywhere in the whole world is served at Archie's All Day in Melbourne, Australia. If I could, I would send everyone who has ever sold avocado toast anywhere in the world to Archie's All Day to discover how good it can be and to reflect on how they could improve upon what they provide the world and how good it can be.

#I would like to be the Archie's All Day Smashed avocado on toast of literature #Or just write a decent sentence

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

Adhd will be like “you’re not dyslexic, you just don’t read the whole word. Good luck with math you dumb fuck”

#emma posts #there is more to dyscalcula and having trouble remembering how to spell long words #but these sure aren’t helping #me. learning Norwegian. reading the sentences and or putting words together to make one ‘I’m so fucking good at l this’d’ #okay. now spell the word for ‘difficult’ #me crying on the floor because I know it. I can read and hear it. but the letters blend together in my mind #it’s bad enough trying to do this with English. which is my FIRST LANGUAGE #but then it’s like ‘spell complicated words you are learning in another language’ and i feel like smashing my head on the carpet #I can’t speak it for the life of me though. which is actually getting frustrating #without an actual person to explain how to pronounce the words I’m failing so badly #but the primary reason I’ve been learning since April is to read it anyway #and listening is good too. harder though #I’m going to be so fucked up when I start taking Swedish lessons #the word means the same thing and also sounds almost the same (to an English speaker) #BUT THEY SPELL IT VERY DIFFERENTLY! #and with whole new letters #I’m going to write the Norwegian spelling and fail #I will admit that my plan to learn Norwegian first has been working otherwise though #them using fewer unfamiliar characters and being slightly more similar to English really is making it easier to learn #than Swedish first would be. maybe I’m just biased because I’m doing decently at Norwegian #but now when I learn a Swedish word it feels easier because i have two Germanic languages to compare the words to #and one of those languages is even another Nordic language! I dread finding Icelandic lessons though. but it will probably be several years #before I even attempt that! I am doing this because I want to be able to read old family records and objects but learning about #the linguistics of the language family both are in has been super fun and made it actually easier to learn Norwegian! #Spanish is the other language I want to learn but I’ve been putting it off #because it’s more for day to day utility and I can’t fixate on it the same way. I’m terrible at concentrating on it #plus. I’ve already had four Spanish classes so I figure I’ll at least have something to start from! I think I even kept my highschool notes #it’s been really frustrating figuring out which ‘the’ to use. having everything be masculine or feminine has probably been my biggest issue #when making sentences in it. also having had teachers from totally different dialects has been hard in the past #Mexican Spanish can be very diffident from the South American one my highschool teacher taught

[padfootastic]

#i don’t think i can overstate how much i hate the ‘poor reggie forced into bad things :(‘ take lol#i mean. i get that it’s probably the only way people who don’t like dealing w complexity can make sense of this ship#which like. fair i guess. but they’re also often the loudest in the fandom and that’s when i get annoyed

literally taking words out of my own mouth. and yknow, i love jegulus actually, but what i love is the opposite dynamic that you could never get with prongsfoot, the "running into each other in the battlefield from opposite sides" kind of drama and the way they really force each other to get out of their comfort zone and confront their biases. and i swear i can't read 90% of todays jegulus fics for this exact reason it drives me insaneeeee

(also the best kind of jegulus (and the only right kind) is the one where both of them would still choose sirius over each other)

(also how are your tags always better than the actual post asfjk)

i’ve read exactly two jegulus fics i like so far. i don’t think it’s a surprise to anyone that both of them have sirius as a central character who’s in the know about the relationship since the beginning lol (it’s this and this) sadly, i don’t think either of those are angsty enough for ur tastes :p

also gosh yes!! i think, of all we know about them, one thing both of them would be agreed on is that sirius is no. 1. like even in a war setting for example, where they’re both on different sides, i can see them meeting clandestinely just to come to the mutual conclusion that no matter what happens, sirius does not get hurt. but also, the possible flip side of that is so much angst. jealousy, bitterness, possessiveness—both of them want sirius’ attention in different ways and there’s resentment between them for the longest time because of it. reg because he thinks james stole his brother and james because he thinks reg could’ve done more to protect him/doesn’t like how his actions hurt sirius.

i think james’ black and white morality would also play a big role here. in his mind, regulus should’ve chose sirius above everything else. his actions of siding with his family would read as betrayal to james who has no patience for that or anything that hurts sirius. he doesn’t care for the complexities and nuances that reg’s life is probably made of.

on the other hand, i think regulus would also be at least a little aware of that fact? and he’d hate the fact that james has it so easy. not just in terms of obvious privilege (which the blacks do too) but also like, how easy it is for him to be brave and moral and good when regulus has to claw his way out to achieve some semblance of balance in his life. james’ judgement seems not just hypocritical but also unfounded for him, because james has never had to fight against the kind of pressures he had. and he knows, deep down, where j is coming from too which makes him even more angry at the whole situation.

i can see both of them hiding this animosity from sirius for the longest time, because they know he wouldn’t like it, at all. he puts up this front that he doesn’t care about his family but he does, and james doesn’t wanna make that anxiety worse. no one can be blind to how close sirius is to james, def not regulus, so he puts up the bare minimum effort into making sure he doesn’t show more hostility than required. also,,,,i think both of them might have this latent fear that if they force sirius to choose, they might be the ones left behind? like,,i don’t think sirius will actually do that but it’s an irrational anxiety that they do not wanna materialise under any circumstance so they try their best to make sure it never happens.

and sirius would be the impetus of change for both of them, in my mind. they’re a package deal on both ends so they have to learn to, like u said, confront their biases. i genuinely think sirius is central to a jegulus arc so seeing him cut out or turned into the villain or used only as a wolfstar puppet just really, really enrages me lol

#sirius black #regulus black #james potter #i’ve realise that one of my biggest plot peeves is when james or regulus hide it from sirius #like. i get why it needs to happens i rly do #but it messes w my idea of j & s which is that they tell each other everything in all universes #and james wouldn’t knowingly do something (esp of this magnitude) that would hurt sirius #and this scenario has both of those #so no hate against people who write the trope—i just can’t personally read it #also the tags thing. i am not exaggerating when i say they’re my fav part of tumblr lol #they’re just so?? convenient?? #i don’t have to form full sentences #i can just word vomit whatever i want w/o worrying about coherence #and it looks good too #win win situation all around #i cannot believe i talked so much about a ship i barely even think about lol #i really can talk out of my ass about anything huh #i love how much i’m projecting my love for sirius in this lmao #no wonder i can never find decent fics to read any more #bc who tf would write stuff like this thwt specifically caters to me and my niche interests? 💀 #pen’s asks

[jakeperalta]

wild how for so much of my life I had endless notebooks and word documents and notes app notes full of snippets of stories or random lines or ideas for characters and then one day my brain went "ok nevermind, you're done being inspired" and now I literally just haven't written a thing in years

#like literally for as long as I'd been able to write sentences I'd been writing stories and making up characters #and then when i was 20 it all just evaporated from my brain #i always think oh i should get into writing again because i enjoy it and i think I'm half decent at it #but i never have so much as a morsel of inspiration #talking

[alectology-archive]

The approaching refugees would soon discover that they’d been marching toward danger. It was not surprising. Danger was in all directions. The only way to avoid walking toward it would be to stand still.

I'll be doing just fine and then bam if I actually start focusing on sanderson's prose I feel like banging my head against a wall because it's so utterly lacking any grace and style and is amateurish to the core. The only other thing that annoys me more is his sheer lack of subtlety - he just straight up bludgeons the readers on the head and tells them what they're supposed to feel instead of trying to construct a work that allows for different interpretations and lets the readers actually engage with the text in a meaningful way instead of spoon-feeding everything to them.

#bless the people who enjoy his books but I feel anybody who can't write a decent sentence can join the rest of the garbage no matter how #good the plot and story structure might be #text #brandon #I have a rand pov now: good. perrin is a part of it: bad. #aelia reads wheel of time #also this is very much a criticism about how he characterises people and not his ability to write plot #although I don't like it much either #I don't gel well with useless exposition for 800 pages followed by a 200 page climax which is very good. #you can tell that his priorities just lie in plot and that's why I cannot stand his writing style #aelia reads a memory of light

[rocknrollsalad]

writing patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

Schools were absolute pits of non-stop energy-sucking despair. Tattooing 101: We Don’t Lick Our Clients (Without Consent) [pre-steddie (au) | gen | 2,550]

“Baby.” Tiny Unexpected Guest (with an unexpected surprise) [clarkson | gen | 827]

Wayne was four years old the first time his granddad took him fishing. Fish Tales: Tradition and Family Histories [clarkson & steddie | gen | 9,150]

“The year is nineteen eighty-three and-” We're Armed with Holy Water and Inhalers [no ship (au) | gen | 4,715]

The morning sun…well, it wasn’t Eddie’s business. One Grande Fuck Up, Please (With Oat Milk) [pre-steddie (au) | gen | 2,522]

“I’ll be back after work, dear.” When I Call Your Name, It Starts the Flame Burning in My Heart [steddie | teen | 9,653]

It’s the first day of school, 1985. Legally Speaking [steddie | gen | 5,140]

Now that the world was declared safe (something Steve hoped he could believe one day), he’d been daring to leave Hawkins more and more. No Longer Fighting the Old But Building the New [no ship | gen | 2,813]

As the only member of the team old enough to not need parental permission and could “afford” to do this, Steve was elected to escort Argyle back to California. And You Took The Words Right Out of My Mouth [stargyle | gen | 7,248]

Music is the most important thing to Eddie. The Boyfriend Test - ADA Version [steddie | gen | 2,884]

#i start with dialogue a decent amount of times #weirdly have two with a year #though one is the year it took place and one isn't lol #two really long run on sentences #but a lot of short ones #i can't believe the boyfriend test made it on here either #i gotta write/publish more lol #anyway no one tagged me in this I just wanted to do it

[wander-wren]

poking around in agere fic tags again, looking for fics that don’t suck (sorry). i’m doing this fandom blind this time and i’m noticing a trend in tags that i don’t understand. it seems to be concentrated especially in mcyt fandom, but that might be confirmation bias.

anyway there’s a trend to use both the age regression and age play tags, and then immediately follow the age play ones with “NOT AGEPLAY ao3’s tagging just suckssss” or what have you

like if the age regression tags hadn’t been canonized yet, sure, i can understand using the canonized age play one so that you get caught in the filters and being a little frustrated. but…no? you already used the correct canonical tag? why are you adding a second incorrect one and complaining about it?? if your story is age regression and not non-sexual age play then you simply don’t….have to use….both tags. if you don’t want to??

i’m very confused. do these people not know how tags work?? there’s also an air of like, moral judgment being aimed at the age play tags and i’m just like. chill. ao3 as an entity does not think your agere fic is sexual or that regression as a whole is sexual. it’s just, like, literally there is a tag for a kink, which is canonical bc A Lot Of People Use It, and that’s it. there is no moral weight.

this often alongside summaries and authors notes all “DNI if you think this is sexual” “this is totally sfw coping mechanism fic” [unspoken: unlike those gross nasty OTHER fics that the Bad People write/read]

sorry to say but your little dni isn’t going to stop anyone reading your fic and it’s just kind of annoying to look at. i’m literally just here bc i like hurt/comfort and this is a good brand of it. when it’s done in a way that’s not really annoying.

also i’m not an age play person, like at all, no thank you, but if i WAS wow the tag would be a mess to navigate, wouldn’t it? stay in your laneeeeeee.

and also, finally, dear god ao3 needs to separate the age regression/de-aging tag. i know theres 27k works under it but cmon. it’s not that bad of a problem depending on the fandom, but like, bnha? where i hang out a lot? there’s a lot of both. some characters have a lot of one and not the other, and some have an even split, and it’s just so annoying to look through. they’re not the same trope! i’m gonna submit a support ticket i swear

#bird noises #ao3 tags #tag wrangling #i’m gonna make a post about writing decent agere fic someday i swear #however 3/4 of the issue is just. technical skill related. the ability to form a sentence properly #so you know

[todayisafridaynight]

AYO I was just thinking about that fic... Sorry For Sucking And Not Writing In Yet but it had some really strong imagery so I totally get wanting to adapt parts of it... I think you should go for it if you want to but when have I ever not been all-in on an idea Lol...

Also do you think she remembers his name... do you think she feels sorry for him like he does her... do you think she just thinks of him as her asshole ex-boyfriend or something in between or outside of that...

LMAO S'ALL GOOD no needa stress bout writin in all the time, esp since i know you're real busy nowadays.. you've done more than enough to show your support for the stuff i do i think you can forgo an essay a time or two ♪(´▽｀) maybe if i dont know what to draw and im tired of workin on The Other Comic ill play round with scenes from it lol

i dont think ikumi has any ill will towards sawashiro- i mean if she did she'd be 1000% valid for it OOP but what little we saw of her, she doesnt seem the type to hold grudges. at least From What I've Seen (and what i know how my family and i tend to be), people who come from 'broken backgrounds' tend to internalize their anger or grief opposed to expressing it towards others, or they can at least forgive people quickly. when they were together, sawashiro might not have demonstrated the same grief she did at the time (maybe he dodged the topic entirely for However Long After they stayed together, but As An Audience we know that's his defense mechanism), so whether she feels bad for him or not isn't clear in my head. at the very least, she probably assumed he was handling it better than she was (not to be confused with apathy/indifference to the situation, if his consultation to her at the station is any indication to her that he was aware it was a tough situation)- which uhhhhh would turn out to be The Biggest Lie Ever LMAOOOO

i'd like to think she remembers his first name if anything...

#snap chats #not that i dont love readin your thoughts on stuff i do OF COURSE but i do A Lot Of Stuff... #totally understandable to not write in every time (❁´◡`❁) #in any case.. if she was willing to run back to get masato then i'd think she was a sentimental person early on #or at the very least was.. attentive. i cant think of the exact word but its making me feel like she'd remember his name #//loud annoying sigh// i just think theyre neat........ i like the idea of them grieving over masato or something #or meeting up later in life Just Once and sawashiro updating her on him...... he's a decent enough person to do that. somehow. #'sawashiro' and 'decent person' shouldnt be in the same sentence if 'is not a' isnt in between yet i cant say he totally sucks.. #like he sucks but.. yk what i mean... he has SOME standards and morals... Somehow 2x... it makea my kokoro go dokidoki ANYWAY #i already wrote a fic bout them meetin up didnt i LMAOOOOOOOOO //dying noises// i enjoy them.. #i just want ikumi to have some peace. rgg you cant convince me she was a throwaway character not when you've named her #she's like a bird i meet during a walk that i impulsively name im too attached now

[madegeeky]

So, I started watching this show (which, atm, is a limited series) BEEF and I'm not really sure if I like it. I feel compelled to watch more, which I guess is a point in it's favor, but beyond that after every episode I find myself going "Do I want to watch more of this?" I always end up answering yes but the fact that I've asked myself after episode is an interesting experience.

The basic premise is that two people have a road rage incident and then start to get into this long, prolonged thing where they just keep trying to fuck with the other's life, everything (slowly) escalating.

It's labeled as a comedy but I'm not sure that genre really fits at the moment. Later, maybe? I'm only on ep 4 (or was it 5?) out of 10.

So, I was reading the (non-spoierly) reviews for the show on letterboxd. I did this largely because I kept being so on the fence about whether or not to continue with the show that I wanted an idea of whether or not it was worth continuing. In my experience, on letterboxd, you can often get a decent idea of the flavor of a movie/show without getting super into the spoilers.

But I ran across one review that made me go: "Oh. Yeah. That. That's why I find myself unable to stop watching that show." Because Ian Curran's description of the show is spot on: "It takes one central emotion—anger—and explores every shade and offspring it has to offer: frustration, rage, pettiness, [...] resentment, contempt, jealousy, indignation, bitterness, and wrath."

I hadn't really been able to figure out why I kept coming back to this show and I think that above point is why. It's not something I've seen before because usually when you see something so focused like this it's in a 2-3 hour movie. With that runtime, there's only so much you can do and so much variety you can cover in such a limited time. BEEF is almost 6 hours, though, and so it has the ability to take its time exploring different elements. It has the ability to do buildup and then small release and then more build up but starting from a higher point and then small release etc etc. So the build up is very slow but you're very aware that things are escalating and escalating and you know that when things finally break, they're going to break really fucking bad. (Or, at least, that's the hope.)

I can't recommend this show at the moment; I don't know if I like it and I don't know if it's a good show. But I do find it interesting enough that I keep watching and so I'll let y'all know where I end up with it.

#geeky talks #geeky talks tv #i think that there's a decent chance #that this will end up in the “i dunno (affectionate)” category for me #god i hope this is coherent #i've been over it several times #and every time i've had to rewrite several sentences #because they were bordering on nonsense #but i think i'm going to call done #geeky you say you could just write this later when you're not sick #yeah but that would be the smart thing to do and that's not where i'm at today XD #geeky talks beef

[orcelito]

me sitting on posting ladue chapter 2 bc im going thru edits for chapter 1

honestly it's kinda amazing how much my writing skills have improved in 2 years

#speculation nation #ladue shit #if u havent read the first chapter in Uh ages it'll be pretty worth rereading after i update it #which u will know when i do that. it will happen About when i post chapter 2. #im not changing the plot but im improving so much of the word choice #and a good amount of sentence structure. & various other grammatical choices #i put the heaviest focus in the intro bc that's what's really important for dragging in new readers #& putting less focus later on. if it's serviceable ive stopped caring lmfao #but changing anything that's Too glaring still. #overall tho it's pretty decent. im just a bit more picky nowadays i guess #& my style Has changed some #im gonna keep a copy of the original version for my own purposes. but what's on ao3 is gonna just be the updated version #ive already updated the tags & summary of the fic. keeping the core of it but Improving it #i guess if u care about knowing the original version of chapter 1 nows the chance to look at it??? idk why you would tho #i care about it as an example of my writing at the time. but that's about it lol #the relative inexperience is obvious to me. and so. i am improving it. #tired tho... i gotta hurry up lmao if i wanna post this b4 going to bed. Ugh

[useful-boy]

Me: Hmm I think I will look up my old rp on ff.net, I kinda miss my old oc

Me 5 minutes later: Cringe cringe cringe cringe-

#the one sentence replies... the random humor... the in parenthese ooc messages between me and my old partner... #god those were dark times #i Know i did a ton of rp and most of the time i loved doing lengthy replies #but man. when the plot was slow i really would just write like 5 words and hit send #zen texts #edit: oh this looks like a decent enough plot- and now we are fighting with ducks. okay. google how do i time travel to the past #to stop myself from being so cringe

[jonnywaistcoat]

Hey, Horrormaster Sims. I have a wildly different question that barely relates to TMA (Sorry about that) but its about your own process. Please, if you could, can you tell me how your first drafts made you feel? I'm on the fence about writing my own thing (not a podcast, and again, not Magnus related, though I have a million little aus for that delightful tragedy you wrote, thank you for that!) But I'm discouraged by the collective notion that first drafts are always terrible, because there's no ... examples I can solidly use to help the dumb anxiety beast in my brain that tells me everyone who is in any way popular popped out a golden turd and not, well, you know. One of my friends said 'Oh I bet Jonathan Sims's first draft was nothing like what he wanted' and I got the bright idea to just. Send you an ask, since you're trapped on this hellsite like I am. Anyway, thanks for reading this (if you do) and if you'd rather ask it privately, I am cool with that. Alternatively, you're a hella busy man with Protocol (you and Alex are making me rabid, i hope you know) and you can just ignore this! Cheers, man, and good words.

To my mind all writing advice, especially stuff that's dispensed as truisms (like "first drafts are always garbage") are only useful inasmuch as such advice prompts you to pay attention to how you write best: what helps your workflow, what inspires you, what keeps you going through the rough bits. There are as many different ways to write (and write well) as there are people who write and so always consider this sort of thing a jumping off point to try out or keep in mind as you gradually figure out your own ways of writing.

On first drafts specifically, I think the wisdom "all first drafts are bad" is a bit of unhelpful oversimplification of the fact that, deadlines notwithstanding, no piece of writing goes out until you decide its ready, so don't get too hung up on your first draft of a thing, because a lot of writers find it much easier to edit a complete work than to try and redraft as they go. It's also important to not let perfectionism or the fact your initial draft isn't coming out exactly how you want stop you from actually finishing the thing, as it's always better to have something decent and done than to have something perfect and abandoned.

But the idea of a "first draft" is also kind of a fluid one. The "first draft" you submit to someone who's commissioned you will probably be one you've already done a bunch of tweaks and edits to, as opposed to the "first draft" you pump out in a frenzy in an over-caffeinated weekend. For my part, my first drafts tend to end up a bit more polished than most, because I'm in the habit of reading my sentences out loud as I write them (a habit picked up from years of audio writing) so I'll often write and re-write a particular sentence or paragraph a few times to get the rhythm right before moving to the next one. This means my first drafts tend to take longer, but are a bit less messy. I'm also a big-time planner and pretty good at sticking to the structures I lay out so, again, tend to front load a lot of stuff so I get a better but slower first draft.

At the end of the day, though, the important thing is to get in your head about it in a good way (How do I write best? what helps me make writing I enjoy and value? What keeps me motivated?) and not in a bad way (What if it's not good enough? What if everyone hates it? What if it doesn't make sense?) so that you actually get it done.

As for how my first drafts made me feel? Terrible, every one of 'em No idea if that's reflective of their quality, though, tbh - I hate reading my own writing until I've had a chance to forget it's mine (I can only ever see the flaws). I suppose there's theoretically a none-zero chance they were pure fragments of True Art and creative perfection, but Alex's editing notes make that seem unlikely.

#writing advice #rambling #first drafts #gotta say not mad on being called a horrormaster #feel like ive a ways to go yet #horror journeyman maybe

[marlenesluv]

Stress Relief. (OP)

summary: oscar has had a rough day at the track, but he comes home to his girlfriend to help him destress.

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader (dating)

warnings: smut, 18+ only, mdni!, oral (fem!receiving), fingering

note: first smut on here! kinda random but i just had a thought and wanted to make a little thing blurb. i know it's kinda short, i'll write something else soon with more plot, lol. i hope it's decent :/

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Qualifying day was always something that you attended. Showing up with Oscar, holding hands through the paddock, talking with his engineers, but you had an unfortunate amount of work to get done. Being a personal assistant for the head of a business firm was fun, in theory.

Your phone was going off every five minutes with emails, and texts, calls, and reminders. Your laptop glued to your side, as well as your ipad, and today was the worst it had been in months.

Big projects coming up and documents had to be read over, slides gone through, speeches double- no, triple checked, and emails responded to the second they came through.

Obviously, Oscar was a little bummed that you couldn’t make it, but work was first, and he had no problem attending alone, as long as he got to see you when it was over.

And he did. Unfortunately, the circumstances sucked. You weren’t able to have the tv on the race, you were mostly on facetimes with people, and you had to be in your office. So you were unable to see how his car had completely shit out. Brakes broken and balance off, as well as a loose tire, he was out fast. Meaning he would start at the back on race day.

“Y/N?” Oscar called out, about to call you again when he saw you. You. Wearing his favorite hoodie, eating strawberries, and scrolling through the Formula 1 app for updates.

He came over to the sofa, making you look up and part your lips to talk, but no words came out. Defeated, that was the only word that came to mind when you looked at your boyfriend. And what was worse? Lando had placed p2 in qualifying, meaning his press after sucked.

“Hey…” You frowned and greeted him back, not knowing his mind right now. Upset, yes, but you didn’t know if he wanted a kiss, a hug, or-

Your mind went numb as he pulled your bowl away, as well as your phone, turning it off and placing it on the charger on the side table. Blinking up at him, he bit his bottom lip as his eyes got a little darker.

“I’m sorry, Osc. Do you want me to-“ He cut you off with a kiss before you could even finish your sentence. Gasping into the kiss, he slid his tongue in your mouth.

You grabbed his hair, pulling him closer just as he broke away and smiled at your pout.

He got down on his knees in-front of you, in-front of the couch, “It’s okay, princess. Just relax, ok?” Oscar pulled your shorts down, as you nodded, releasing a deep breath.

Slowly, he lowered his lips, softly kissing your thighs as you let out soft moans that were barely audible. His kisses traveled up, closer to your core where you needed him most.

Shallow breaths filled the room as he traced his finger over your underwear, on top of your clit. "Please, Oscar." You whined, moving your hips closer to him.

The way the sunset glow was shining on his face made you all the more needy for him. He knew this, smiling at you through hooded eyes as he pulled your underwear down with his fingers, tossing them on the floor.

"Are you going to be good for me tonight, doll?" His accent seemed more prominent when he was turned on, which just made you moan out and buck your hips.

"Are you?" He asked again, fingers tracing patterns on your inner thighs.

"Yes, please. I need you..." Your eyes welled up a bit, desperate for his touch.

"You need me? Hm, well, if you need me-" Cutting himself off, he placed a kiss to your clit.

His hands held your hips down as he continued to place sporadic kisses to your core. If you let him, he would stay down there for hours, maybe even days. You never failed to make him feel safe and happy. All he needed was you.

Your hands traveled down once more, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer. Letting out a moan on your clit, you jerked, feeling the vibrations at what seemed to be a heightened feeling.

He started to kitten lick, making you moan louder and throw your head back. Never wanting to lose eye contact, he tugged your hand that was on his hair, making your look down.

Raising his head, he spoke, "Eyes on me, beautiful, or you don't get to cum."

This gained your attention, now holding eye contact as he continued his ministrations. He boldly licked down to your hole, and back up before adding two fingers to the mix.

His fingers probed and eventually sunk in, making you moan out and clench around him. Oscar had no intention of actually fucking you tonight. All he wanted was to make you cum from his tongue and fingers, proving to himself, and you, that he was better than his p18 in qualifying. Your pleasure was above all else in his mind.

As your high was in sight, your stomach clenched, which he noticed straight away. His fingers still moved in and out at a fast pace, occasionally blowing cold air on your clit to add extra stimulation.

"Oscar- I'm gonna-" You moaned, unable to finish your sentence.

"I know, doll. It's okay, let go for me." He soothed, never letting up as his tongue went back to your clit.

When you reached your high, your hands grabbed the couch cushions and your toes curled.

Oscar helped you ride out your high, slowly licking and rubbing your calves as he pulled back. Wiping his chin with the back of his hand and sucking his fingers clean, he got up and wen to the bathroom.

Your eyes could barely stay awake as you felt a warm wash cloth on your legs and core, wiping you down and making sure you were clean. He then put a clean pair of his boxers on you and a new pair for him as well.

Oscar sat down beside you and pulled you to lay down on his chest on the couch, pulling a blanket over you two.

"Thank you, Osc. Don't you want me to-" He stopped you with a kiss, "I'm okay, tomorrow maybe. Lets just cuddle. Please."

You could tell he was exhausted from his day, so you agreed, nestling your head in his neck as he turned the television back onto your show. He kissed your head as you both drifted off to sleep.

No matter how much racing could frustrate him, he could always count on you to help him destress.

#formula 1 #f1 #formula one #oscar piastri #oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x y/n #f1 smut #smut #formula 1 smut #mclaren smut #mclaren #op81 #op81 smut

[tree-of-life-and-death]

Lorena is rinsing off a paring knife in the sink and [Malin’s] suddenly afraid to glimpse what might be hidden inside of it.

When you catch your crush self-operating in their kitchen on a weeknight 😬

#this wip is untitled and will probably never be published #it's about a fakeout serial killer revealed to actually be a mad scientist who does kill people #but mostly just hopes their own body will be able to advance humanity someday when the proof can adjust the law #one sentence a day out of #1100 words #a decent nights work #my writing #writeblr

[slytherinshua]

SLEEP IS THE BEST MEDICINE

genre. fluff. sickfic. warnings. reader is sick (sore throat/coughing). mention of food. pairing. seungkwan x fem!reader. wc. 1.4k. request. no. a/n. for @wheeboo who is sick and so i had to write her a sickfic smh (i love her sm pls feel better soon lovely)

As soon as you heard the buzzing of your phone breaking through your attempt at sleep, panic filled your body. One glance at the caller ID confirmed everything, and you shut your eyes tightly, trying to muster up all your energy and a half-decent attempt to get your normal voice back before you answered.

Of course your boyfriend would be calling to check where you were. You were supposed to meet him 30 minutes ago. Not only had you forgotten all about the date you had planned days in advance, but you had also managed to get sick since the last time you had seen him (and forgot to tell him about it).

Seungkwan’s voice sounded cheery as soon as you picked up the call, “Hey, love! Is the traffic bad or something? I’m at the restaurant— people keep giving me looks cause they think I’m dining alone.”

A small smile crept onto your face as you imagined the scene, guessing that your boyfriend probably wore a pout on his face just by the tone of his voice.

“About that… I kind of forgot?” You started to explain, your voice coming out in a painful rasp even as you tried your best to clear your throat.

“Are you sick? You sound awful.” Seungkwan asked hurriedly, completely ignoring what you were trying to tell him. You tried to think of a good excuse to give him, but the silence in response to his question already gave Seungkwan his answer.

“You are sick, aren’t you! Why didn’t you tell me?” He scolded lightly. You could imagine vividly the way he usually pursed his lips in disapproval, and a sigh left your lips. You had really been looking forward to the date, now that you remembered that it had been scheduled. It had been weeks since you spent more than an hour or so with Seungkwan, and you missed him so badly.

“I’m sorry, Kwannie. Can we reschedule it? I still want to go with you.” You said softly, clearing your throat between sentences in failed attempts to stop the uncomfortable scratching every time you talked. 

A dinner date with your boyfriend at a seaside restaurant was exactly what you wished you could be doing right now. If only you hadn’t gotten sick at exactly the wrong time, you would be enjoying a fancy meal across from him right about now. You knew the night would have led to a walk along the shoreline under the moonlight— something that you never got tired of. And it would have been chilly enough for you to justify stealing Seungkwan’s jacket (you really just loved it because it smelled like him, and was so perfectly oversized on you).

“Of course. That’s not even a question.” He replied with a tsk, wondering why you would even have to ask that with such a regretful tone. The night certainly wasn’t ruined for him, even though he had been looking forward to the date as much as you had. “I’ll come over. We can still eat dinner together, okay?”

Your heart melted at his suggestion, though you were tentative to accept immediately. Logically, you should probably stay away from him just in case he got sick too; but you wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms and sleep. You opened your mouth to start protesting, your mind finally winning over your heart, but then you remembered how stubborn your boyfriend was. Even if you forbid him from coming in your front door, he would probably scale the side of the house and sneak in through one of the windows just to get to you.

With a cough, and a small ‘okay’, you hung up the call and let your head hit the pillow again. You swiped over to your phone camera, frowning when you saw how you looked. Seungkwan would probably arrive still in his date outfit, looking as charming and handsome as he always did— and here you were looking like a complete mess under your blankets. From your tired eyes to your tangled hair to the patches of skin that were breaking out on your face due to the cold weather, you would look almost disgraceful next to your boyfriend.

You itched to get up and put on makeup before he arrived, but you knew he would notice right away and be absolutely appalled. You were too tired to put in the effort either way. It was silly for you to still care so much about how you looked even after dating Seungkwan for years, but you still wanted to look pretty for him. You forced your mind to give yourself a little grace about your appearance. It was absurd to expect to look your best while sick.

Seungkwan arrived sooner than you expected, announcing his presence at the door in a sing-song voice. You croaked out that you were in your bedroom as loudly as you could with how painful it was to talk and hoped that he was able to hear you. He knocked on your door a mere second later, opening it slowly. He had a goofy loving smile on his face and a plastic bag in one hand. You couldn’t help but mirror his smile as soon as you saw him.

“I got some soup on the way. It’s supposed to help with colds.” He explained eagerly, setting down the bag on your bedside table and taking out a large container of soup. He opened up the lid to let it start cooling before turning his attention back to you.

“My sweet girl. I only left you for 1 week and you still managed to get sick in that time.” He teased fondly, sitting on the edge of your bed where he could easily reach to tuck away the hair that fell over your forehead. You only frowned in response, trying to rest your voice as much as possible. It was easier to communicate non-verbally when your boyfriend could see all your facial expressions.

“Sit up a bit so I can feed you.” Seungkwan instructed with a smile, grabbing the container of soup and spooning out some to blow on.

“I can feed myself.” You whispered.

Seungkwan locked eyes with you, “I know, but let me feed you anyway. You never let me do anything for you.” You scoffed lightly at his response, although it made your chest buzz with warmth. It was clear that the opportunity to pamper and take care of you excited Seungkwan. Knowing your boyfriend, it didn’t surprise you.

The soup was soothing on your sore throat, and just the fact that Seungkwan was right there feeding you each spoonful gave you the energy to actually finish the bowl. He told you about his past week as he fed you, making sure that each bit of soup was sufficiently cooled before it reached your mouth. He gave you a proud smile once you had eaten the last bit of soup, despite how unimpressive the feat had been— certainly not one deserving of such praise.

“You look tired.” Seungkwan commented softly, setting aside the empty container of soup back on the table and adjusting your blanket to cover your entire body again. You hummed a little in response, already letting your eyes flutter closed. As soon as you felt the tiniest bit of motion, though, your hand flew out to clutch your boyfriend’s shirt tightly.

“Don’t leave.” You pleaded, earning light laughter from your boyfriend.

“I was only going to go wash out the container, but I guess that’ll have to wait.” He already knew exactly what you wanted just by your eyes. He wasn’t one to deny you anything when you were already feeling under the weather, so he shifted over to the other side of the bed where there was space for him to lie down and draped an arm around your body.

“If I get sick from this, you have to take care of me, too, okay?” 

“Okay.” You closed your eyes again, shifting closer to him half a centimetre at a time in an attempt to be discreet. Of course, he noticed right away and pulled you closer before you were even halfway done closing the distance.

“Sleep. Sleep is the best medicine.” He urged you quietly. It was already a million times easier to fall asleep next to him, but as soon as he started humming old lullabies, the task became almost effortless. You were curled up in his chest before too long; the sound of his singing making its way into your dreams.

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[hyperfixat]

okay first of all hiiii genshin community this is my first ever fic for the fandom and i’ve only been playing for about a month and a half TT although i am already at AR 50, so i’m decently confident in writing this.

this is taking place in a self aware genshin alternate universe where the reader has been accused of being an imposter; aka imposter!au. contains fontaine characters >:3

btw. while i am in fontaine’s archon quest, i know little about wrio… and the fortress of meropide, so i took some liberties. and i’m not a lawyer or anything so. expect errors.

600+ Words.

You don’t think this is how prisoners should be treated, what with the heavy white iron shackles, tightly welded around your ankles, wrists, neck, and midriff. It’s excessive, really. Nameless guards and Wriothesley himself escort you to the opera house where your trial shall be held.

As you’re dragged along, you pass hordes of not just Fontaine’s citizens, but international crowds have gathered to see you fall.

You don’t have much hope.

The accusations against you are… grim, it seems. Stealing the face and body of the divine, what is that even supposed to mean? This is your body, how you’ve always been. You can’t even imagine what sort of divine being would sentence someone to… death(?) for simply bearing a striking resemblance to them. The court shall see.

You’d been so excited to see these characters, especially the beautiful Fontainians, but now as you catch sight of Neuvillette, nothing but bitter fear and dread fill you.

Those eyes; gray, blue, purple, undoubtedly gorgeous, are serious, befitting the Iudex. Though you never thought you would be surveyed under them.

“Order in the court.” Neuvillette calls out as the packed audience quiets down from their excited buzz. Furina holds a hand over her chest dramatically, waltzing to the edge of her balcony.

“Will the prosecution please state the reasons behind today’s trial? Lady Furina?” Neuvillette prompts the lady.

“Indeed.” She agrees grandly. “The guilty—!”

“Accused.” Neuvillette interjects.

“Accused,” Furina repeats. “Is charged with attempting to infiltrate the rightful spot of the Creator, a grave sin.”

The crowd boos.

“Don’t worry, my dear citizens and travelers from afar, we will see justice delivered to this sinner!”

“Order.” Neuvillette calls and the crowd hushes. “Will the prosecution present evidence to support their claim?”

“Look at them, Monsieur Neuvillette! The whole room can clearly see that they have crafted themself a mirror image of our true god!” The room rumbles in agreement. Your brow knits with worry, unsure of how (if) you’ll get out of this situation.

Neuvillette turn his gaze solely onto you, looking down from his seat as judge. A few moments of his scrutiny pass. “Defendant, can you refute these claims?”

You try.

“I don’t know what’s going on. I swear on my life, I haven’t intended to offend anyone, this is just how I look. No one will call me by my name—.”

“Boo!” Lady Furina calls from her seat, hushing when Neuvillette sends a sharp look her way.

“—I will admit I’m not from this world, but I don’t know how to explain any of that. I haven’t meant to do any harm.” You look to the crowd. “I’m sorry.”

The Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale shifts, one of the weights pulling down, you aren’t sure if it’s in your favor, and doubt it is.

“Is that all from the defendant?” It is. No lawyer would dare represent you, not even a public defense attorney.

“We turn to the judgment of the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale to give us the results of this trial.” With his words the machine rumbles and the sides of the scale quickly move up and down. It settle in the middle and a slip of paper slides out.

“Our defendant is…” the room simultaneously brings in a breath of air. Neuvillette’s voice chokes up. “Innocent.”

“No!” “Impossible!” “Fraudulent!”

“Oh, give me a break.” You moan at the reactions.

Lady Furina, narrows her eyes at you. “Let us settle this with a duel!”

The guards that led you here begin gathering your chains and you panic.

“Wait! Please!” You cry out one last desperate attempt. Neuvillette pauses, looking at you from the side of his eye. The hand holding the oratrice’s results stills.

“Do the words Genshin Impact mean anything to you?”

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