#but i don’t know what else to write

[thotsofintrusion]

can we just,,, talk about cockwarming for a minute?

like,, not soft non-sexual cockwarming. nonononono i’m talking about fully sexual, fully torturous cockwarming, where he just won’t let you off his cock, but he won’t move either. personally, i see this best with beomjun, (separately but together is also an interesting thot) two men who take way too much pleasure in seeing you lose your mind on their cocks.

beomgyu, he loves watching you suffer and squirm and beg him to help you until there are tears in your eyes. so on nights where he games, oftentimes before he starts he’ll work you up a little. he’ll strip you bare in his lap and kiss you breathless. he’ll pull and suck on your cute little nipples until they’re hot and hard to the touch. he’ll pinch your clit and tease your entrance until you’re dripping and begging for more. and then he’ll finally sink you down on his cock and log on to his game. while he’s logging in and getting ready he’ll let you bounce on him, he’ll even let you cum if you can get yourself there. but right before the first round starts, he stops you. he holds you down on his lap and reminds you of the rules for the night: 1. you are not to grind bounce or move on his cock in any way, 2. you are not to make any sounds - if you need something you use a safe signal and 3. you don’t cum without his permission. this last rule is one that had to be established after your first couple sessions. we all know beomgyu likes to run his mouth, and that doesn’t change when you’re on his cock. the first couple of times he played this game with you, he ran his mouth so much and got you so worked up that you managed to make yourself cum just by clenching on his cock and listening to him degrade you. and while he thought it was absolutely amazing that he turns you on that much, it’s not exactly what he has in mind for these nights. no, on these nights beomgyu wants you crying and desperate and begging him to touch you even just a little. on these nights, gyu wants to watch you break down while he denies you any pleasure until he’s satisfied. and it’s going to take at least a few hours and denied orgasms to satisfy him.

with yeonjun, it happens after a round or two, on a night where he’s spent the day worked up and needs to let it out on you, but still wants a bit of a break during. it happens on nights where he’s not done with you yet, but he wants to let you catch your breath and come back up to the surface a bit so he can push you right back down. he always makes sure he has you in missionary for this, because he loves being able to just lay right down on you after he fills you up, so you can’t get away from him while you keep him warm. he cums deep inside you and just flops right down on top of you and tells you that you’re going to keep him and his cum warm until he’s ready to go again. you can feel that even though he softened up a little, jun is still very much hard inside of you, and this sends you reeling. you’ve already cum at least three times and his size, even partially soft, is enough to make you feel nice and full, and when you try to wiggle your hips to feel something other than him filling you up, yeonjun just smacks your thigh and tells you not to complain. he tells you to use your safe word if you don’t want this, but he knows you won’t. he knows you love when he keeps you at his mercy for as long as he sees fit. and he knows being impaled on his cock is one of your favorite pastimes. so he’s going to keep you there for as long as he wants.

#txt #txt hard hours #txt smut #tomorrow by together #tomorrow by together smut #choi yeonjun #choi beomgyu #beomgyu #beomgyu smut #yeonjun #yeonjun smut #cyj #cbg #cbg smut #cyj smut #kens thots #this feels incomplete #but i don’t know what else to write #oh well #the group

[time-slink]

(my two interests flying around my skull and crashing into each other) wgere am i

#my art #ethoslab #handy writing because every art of either of these guys ends up mistagged x) #hc x nrt #<- sigh. #hi guys is anyone else ensnared by these two things in particular #also don’t ask what scroll that is i don’t know. hence the lack of writing. but i think he would use seals #i think he would be really good at seals actually

[somerandomdudelmao]

@tapakah0

This little bunny means the world to me

#I can write a thousand word dialogue about someone else’s feelings #But I can’t fuckin express myself #However #Tapakah I want you to know #that you have absolutely huge influence on me and my art #You are so fucking important to me #too #important to mee too #yes I saw your ask #no I’m not showing it anyone It’s my personal treasure #I have a special folder on my tablet #it called (keep going mate) #It is strait up what it sounds like #my collection of the reasons to keep making art #to keep improving searching creating fighting reading writing #literally…uh #I’m sure you got the idea #you are in this folder too #because sometimes when I feel like I don’t have strength to hold my pen #I go to tumblr and search for you #And everything becomes a bit easier #thank you♡

[mediumgayitalian]

“Did you wash your face?”

“Yes.”

“Brush your teeth?”

“Yes.”

“Brush your hair?”

“…Yes.”

As soon as he says it, he coughs. A freckled hand moves to itch at his throat, rub at slowly puffing eyes.

“You, William Andrew,” Lee says, grinning, “are a liar.”

Will scowls. “Am not!”

The effect of his glare is significantly undermined by the redness of his eyes and the cough that interrupts him mid-sentence. Shaking his head, Lee leans into his bunk and scoops his brother up, heading to the Big House. He slides his hand in tangled, curly hair as Will rests his head on his shoulder, still breathing heavily.

“I can feel the knots in your hair, doofus.”

Will curls up tighter in his hold, muffling another cough in his elbow. “Nuh-uh.” He sniffles. “Hey, Lee, am I dying?”

Lee snorts. “No, you’re not dying.” He ducks into the back entrance of the infirmary, flicking on the lights and setting Will on the counter of the nurse’s station.

Will’s brow furrows. “Then what?”

With his swollen tongue, it sounds more like ‘den wah’. Lee picks up the pace — he’s pretty sure, based on what he knows, that the reaction will go away on its own, but a little Benadryl can’t hurt.

“You’re having an allergic reaction.”

He finally finds the stash of Benadryl — who sorted the mortal meds cupboard by colour again — and grabs one of the little measuring cups. Will sees the medicine and immediately starts whining, trying to climb off the counter.

After a minute of wrangling, he manages to keep Will put with one leg over both of his, chin hooked around his shoulder to hinder any escape attempts so he can pour the medicine with both hands. (He pours one teaspoon, even though Will is eight and should be having two. He’s too small for two. It worries him, a little bit — but there is nothing in his vitals to indicate anything’s wrong, so he must just be a late bloomer. Or maybe he and Michael are just destined to remain under five feet for eternity.)

“I’m not drinking it I’m not drinking it I’m not drinking it ew ew ew ew ew —”

“Yes you are —”

“No! Gross! It’s disgusting!”

“You’ve never even had it before!”

Will looks at the tiny little cup like there are worms writhing in it. (He would probably be more willing to eat it if it was worms. Last summer he ate an ant before Lee could stop him. No one told him demigod life would involve wrangling dangerously impulsive children, and he would like a refund, please, thanks.) “I can tell.” He clamps his mouth shut, turning away. “I am not drinking it.”

“It will help you,” Lee says exasperatedly. Was he this difficult as a child? He needs to call his mother. “I can literally see you scratching your throat, you little snot.”

He shoves his hands under his thighs. “No.”

“…It’s bubblegum flavoured.”

Will turns slowly to look at him, evaluating the little cup with suspicion.

“Bubblegum?”

Lee shakes it enticingly. “Bubblegum.”

After a long, tense moment, Will nods once.

“Fine.” He accepts the little cup, bringing it up close to his face to inspect with one squinting eye. “But if it’s disgusting I’m spitting it out.”

He brings the little cup to his lips for the most delicate, most minuscule of sips, more of a dip of the tongue than anything. Lee rolls his eyes. A second later, a pleased look slots on his face, and he downs the rest of the medicine in one large gulp.

Immediately, some of the swelling reduces, and he stops breathing so laboriously.

“There you go,” Lee murmurs, smoothing back his hair. “That’s better, isn’t it?”

“No.”

“Gods, you’re stubborn.”

He’s smiling as he says it, leaning down to press a kiss to Will’s freckled forehead. He slumps into it, sighing, arms winding their way around Lee’s neck almost shyly. Understanding the gesture for the plea that it is, Lee scoops him up again, wincing as he elbows his ribs in an effort to get comfortable, and starts putting the medicine away one-handed (by alphabet, the correct way to sort.)

“You sleepy?” he asks softly, feeling Will grow heavier against him. He crosses his fingers — Apollo kids don’t often suffer side effects of medication, but he’s hoping the drowsiness’ll kick in. It’ll be nice if Will actually, like, sleeps through the night. For once.

“Mhm.”

Smiling wider, he flicks off the lights and steps out into the late evening. Cicada song swells in the mid-spring mugginess, owls hooting somewhere in the darkness. The curfew harpies’ chittering grows nearer and nearer. Lee waves to some of his friends as he sees them puttering outside their cabins, running through the last of their nightly routines, and finally ducks into Cabin Seven.

“He out?” Diana asks, hushed, setting aside her guitar to walk over.

Lee hums. “Almost. Had to give him some Benadryl, so he’s sleepy.” His smile turns sly. “He lied to me about brushing his hair and broke out in hives.”

“Of course he’s allergic.” She leans forward, shaking her head, and presses a gentle kiss to his temple. He doesn’t stir. “Goodnight, sweetpea.”

The rest of his siblings call out their own soft goodnights as Lee walks over to Will’s bunk, covered in stickers and bracketed by Michael and Leanna, and sets him on the mattress. It takes him several minutes to pry himself out of his grip.

“Love you,” he whispers. He brushes his knuckle across his cheek. “Night, kiddo.”

———

The next morning, Will sleeps in for hours. The rest of them rise as usual with the sun, but he’s snoring, drooling onto his Star Wars pillowcase. The cabin is filled with muffled snickers and snapping cameras.

“I am going to have so much ammo on him by the time he’s thirteen and embarrassed by everything,” Michael says gleefully. “So, so much ammo.”

Lee grins at him. “Make sure I get a copy.”

The walk to breakfast is almost strange — the twelve of them again, no baby brother. Melody, complaining about the Hermes girl who is not picking up on any of her hints, pauses mid-sentence to ask if she can swear. Cass laughs out loud and allows it. Quickly, breakfast becomes a competition of who can swear the most or the most colourfully, free now that there are no little ears (as if Michael hasn’t supplied Will with a vast vocabulary already).

By the time Will stumbles into the pavilion, rubbing sleepy eyes, breakfast is almost over.

“Well, hello, lazy bones,” Lee teases, getting up to grab him a plate. Will trails slightly behind him, fingers twisted in the hem of his shirt.

“‘M not lazy,” he grouches, accepting the heaping plate Lee hands to him, “you drugged me.”

They walk to the brazier near the Apollo table, taking in the sweet smell as Will scrapes off a hefty chunk of olive bread. Lee waits for him to close his eyes and finish mouthing a quick prayer before guiding him, still sleepy, to the bench.

“I didn’t drug you. You took the medicine yourself.”

“Um, no way! Unless a patient is educated about the risks, benefits, and alternatives about a treatment, they do not have informed consent.” He nods resolutely, evidently proud of himself for remembering the spiel. “Ergo, you drugged me.”

Lee has the sudden, overwhelming urge to burst into tears. Will is — he’s just so bright, and so little. Eight years old and chattering off about informed consent, intently watching Michael in the infirmary, taking notes in his little blue notebook and wrapping bandages on burns with his tongue poking out between lost teeth. When Lee was eight years old, he was chasing his friends around at recess, chattering to anyone who would listen about Pokémon.

He had felt it, when the glowing gold lyre appeared above Will’s head: this child will do great things. They’d all felt it. Cass had gone stiff, eyes flashing green and face creasing in horror, before remembering herself and the big blue eyes watching her, scared, and plastering a smile on her face. ‘Great things’ is never a good thing for a demigod to do. A demigod destined for great things is a demigod doomed.

With every straining molecule, he wants to turn to the heavens and scream, no! You will not have him! You will not use him! He is not yours to toy with, to use until you’re bored! I will not allow it! By my dying breath I will not allow it!

Instead, he swallows around the lump in his throat and says, “What kind of dork says the word ‘ergo’,” and laughs when Will sticks out his tongue. He reminds his baby brother to chew with his mouth closed and keep his elbows off the table, lest his mama kick his ass, and forces himself to focus on the way he leans into Lee’s side as he eats; to memorize the wideness of his unburdened smile.

———

“I’m allergic to lying?!”

“Seems like it,” Lee confirms, closing one eye to line up a shot. He breathes in, holds, then exhales, letting the arrow loose. It hits the bullseye, but not quite as centred as he’d like it to be. Shoot. He sets down his bow, and Will runs off, scooping up the volley and running back with them.

(Gods, Lee loves having a little brother.)

“That’s not a real allergy,” he huffs, placing an arrow in Lee’s waiting hand. “The ten most common allergy types are foods, animals, pollen, mold, dust mites, medications, latex, insect stings, cockroaches, and perfumes or household chemicals. Other allergens are rare but not impossible, but all are a result of physical stimuli. An allergy to a concept or person is a figure of speech.”

Lee squints at him. “Do you know what ‘stimuli’ means?”

“No.”

“It means a thing that evokes a specific reaction. Where’d you read that?”

“‘The Flu, The Plague, and the Common Cold — How We Are Shaped By Reacting’ by Phyllis Ledger.”

“Huh.”

He lines up another arrow — closer to the centre, this time. Good enough.

They don’t learn a lot about paediatric care at camp, or really anything outside of first aid and emergency services, but he’s pretty sure that normal eight-year-olds don’t read and memorize medical textbooks in their spare time. Is he supposed to nurture that? He has no idea how to nurture that.

It’s kinda funny, though. Cute.

“How can I be allergic to lying if that’s impossible?”

“Is sewing a severed arm back on a person using magical nectar and singing songs possible?”

Will pauses, considering. “Okay. I guess so.” He waits, letting Lee focus to make another shot. “I still think it’s stupid. Are you allergic to lying?”

“Nope.”

“Is Cass?”

“Negative.”

“Michael?”

Lee scoffs. “If Michael was allergic to lying, he would be dead.”

“Is anyone else allergic to lying?”

“Nope.” This time, the arrow lands in the dead centre — finally. “Just you, kiddo.”

He’s heard, of course, of children of Apollo afflicted with such an inconvenience before. Their dad is the god of truth, after all. It’s bound to happen.

Will frowns. “What are the parameters?”

Lee glances curiously at him. “What do you mean?”

“Well, what is lying? Am I allergic to lying, or not telling the truth? They’re different, you know.” He fidgets with the last arrow of the volley, picking at the tail. “Am I gonna get hives if I say something that’s not true, even if I think it’s true? What if I say something that’s a lie but everyone believes it’s true, like when people believed smoking was good for you?” He gasps, looking at Lee with wide, worried eyes. “Oh my gods, am I allowed to be sarcastic?”

Lee tries his very best to hold back his laughter. He is obviously unsuccessful, because Will scowls, shoving him as hard as he can and throwing off his last shot.

“It’s not funny!”

“It’s a little funny,” Lee snickers, jogging down the range to gather his arrows. He slides them into the quiver, tossing it and his bow onto the equipment deck. “You’re very adorable when you’re mad. You get all —” he pokes Will’s dimpled cheeks, grinning when it makes him smile — “pouty and red. Like Tinkerbell.”

“You’re mean. You’re a horrible mean big brother and I want Beckendorf to adopt me instead.”

“I’ll let him know,” Lee says drily. “C’mon, kid. There’re cabin inspections tonight; I know you got Lego everywhere. Time to clean up. I swear, if we get Castor again I’m gonna —”

“Oh, I didn’t see you guys! I hope I’m not interrupting your practice.”

Lee stumbles. “— lose it.” He trails off weakly “Hey, Carter.”

The son of Athena smiles widely, dark eyes twinkling. His front tooth is just slightly crooked, and Lee finds himself staring at it.

“Hi, Lee.”

Lee wonders, briefly, if he has suddenly developed tachycardia. It certainly feels like it. He remembers something Will had rattled off during lunch yesterday — hummingbirds don’t actually hum, they just beat their wings thousands of times per minute, often in sync with their heart. Lee feels a strange kinship with the little birds right about now.

Will clears his throat loudly.

Carter startles. “Oh! Oh, hi, Will, I’m sorry. Didn’t see you there.”

Will squints suspiciously. “Uh-huh.”

“I was just hoping to use the archery range, if you’re done with it.” He tucks a lock behind his ear. “Or, um. We can share, if you want.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay,” Lee rushes to assure, “I actually just finished, so I’m all — it! It’s all yours!” He clears his throat, sure his face is flaming. “Uh, take it away! Shoot straight!”

Mortified, he clamps his hands on Will’s shoulders and practically shoves him forward, rushing away as fast as is socially acceptable.

“Okay,” Carter calls out behind him, audibly confused. “See you around, Lee.”

Lee makes some sort of horrible, crackling chucking sound. “Right-o!”

Just bury him. Really.

“Smooth,” Will mutters, the second they’re out of earshot. Then he pauses, delighted. “Hey! I can still be sarcastic!”

Lee flicks him on the forehead, scowling. “Shut up.”

———

“— it just seems so vague, right? I mean, say I look at the sky and say, the sky is green. That’s obviously not true. But what if I think it’s true? Or what if I think blue is green, and green is blue? Am I being truthful? Is truth defined by my belief, or by whoever I’m speaking to? Or some arbitrary, so-called objective standard? And what if —”

“Will,” Lee begs, hands pressed to his rapidly-pulsating temples, “for the love of Zeus, please settle down.”

“I can’t,” he says dramatically. He gets another couple jumps on his (FRESHLY MADE) bed before Lee gets fed up an wallops him with a pillow, sending him tumbling with a shriek. “Child abuse! I’m telling Chiron!” He makes a pleased noise. “Hey, I can still exaggerate! I wonder if acting is considered lying —”

“I am going to lose my mind.”

“— and what about, like, withholding the truth? Like, for example, if you asked me, hey, Will, did I make a big embarrassing fool out of myself in front of Carter this morning, and I do not say yeah, totally, I was embarrassed for you —”

“That’s it.”

Lee pounces on him, murderous, digging his fingers into his brother’s sides as he shrieks with laughter, pinning down his arms so he can’t writhe away.

“Mercy! Mercy! I’m sorry, I’m —”

“You’re literally lying right now!” Lee says in disbelief. “I can see your eyes reddening!”

Luckily, the reaction isn’t so severe this time. Maybe it’s a smaller lie, leaning more into teasing than anything, or maybe even the universe can’t be so cruel when faced with Will’s giggles. Either way, Lee tickles him until he’s begging for mercy for real, gasping as he darts away.

“You’re such a brat,” Lee says fondly, catching his breath.

Will sticks out his tongue. “Nuh uh.”

“Get over here, doofus. It’s nine o’clock. You were supposed to be in bed a half-hour ago, I’ll tell you a story.”

Predictably, that gets him quiet, clambering over the mussed sheets and shoving himself into Lee’s side, leg sprawled over his knees and chin digging into his chest. Big blue eyes turn to him with attention, wider than the sea and skies, sparkling, clear with open trust. The lump surfaces in Lee’s throat again, and he brings his hands up to smooth down Will’s hair, distracting himself by untangling the many knots.

“One day,” he begins, voice a little wobbly, “there was a boy.”

“In a galaxy far far away?”

“No. Shut up.”

Will pouts. Lee kisses him on the forehead.

“There was a regular boy on regular Earth. And he was small and clumsy, because his brain was too big for his body and threw him off balance.”

“That’s called a Chiari malformation.”

“William Andrew.”

“Sorry.”

“Gods. Anyways. The boy.” He clears his throat. “The boy was the most curious boy to ever exist. He would observe things, with his big eyes, for hours, trying to figure out how everything in the whole world worked. He’d memorized how every creature in the pond worked together when he was four years old. By the time he was five he could speak frog, and dance with the fireflies.”

Will giggles. “A boy can’t speak frog, that’s ridiculous. Can the frog speak back?”

“Shhh. Listening ears. One day, when the boy was eight, he got very bored by his house, even with the pretty pond. The frogs were too busy to play with him and the fireflies had flown off to work, so he decided to go on an adventure.”

“A quest?”

“Yes, exactly. A quest for knowledge. He decided he would learn every piece of information possible so that one day he could bring it back to his village and share it with everybody. Do you know what happened?”

“What?”

“He was successful. He spent many years travelling and observing and running from monsters to get all the information he could. And when he came back to the village, the people saw that he was kind and intelligent but very naive, so they sucked out all the knowledge from his head to use for themselves and he died. The end.”

“What? No!” Will pushes himself upright, unfortunately putting his entire weight on Lee’s spleen, jaw dropped in outrage. “That’s a horrible story! You can’t end the story like that!”

“My story,” Lee wheezes. “I can end it however I want.”

“Tell it better!”

“Fine, fine. Get off my organs.”

When Will is settled again, curled in the crook of Lee’s arm and glaring at him suspiciously, Lee continues.

“The villagers didn’t kill the boy. You’re right. But they weren’t very careful with them, either. The boy wanted very much to help, so much that it was sometimes all he could think about. And the villagers didn’t mean to, but they treated the boy like he was a knowledge machine — taking and taking and taking, forgetting to give back, to check on him. One day, the boy was so drained of knowledge that he collapsed.”

“Of stress-induced exhaustion?” Will asks softly. His eyes, finally, have begun to droop.

Lee smiles. “Something like that.”

“Then what happened?”

“The villagers panicked, because the boy wasn’t awake to tell them how to fix him. They didn’t know what to do. Some of them, even, didn’t know why he collapsed at all, they thought he might be cursed and didn’t like him anymore.”

“But he wasn’t cursed, he was sick!”

“That’s right. He was sick, because he didn’t stop to take care of himself. He let people take too much without making sure he had enough to stay whole.”

For a long time, long enough that Lee thinks he’s asleep, Will doesn’t say anything. And then he says, in a very small voice, “Does the boy still die?”

“No,” Lee whispers, tightening his hold. “His big brother comes back from a long trip and heals him. And then he yells are the villagers for making him sick, and makes them promise to be more careful. The end. For real this time.”

“I like the second story better,” Will says. “It’s good that he had his big brother there.”

“Always.” Lee swallows, shifting once Will’s eyes flutter shut, sliding him under the covers. “Always, kiddo.”

#thinking about what could have been and sobbing on my hands and knees on the ground #something something the children of prophecy know which of them is going to live something something #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #will solace #will solace angst #lee fletcher #will solace & lee fletcher #i don’t know how else to tag this but like. pain #my writing #fic #longpost #baby will #baby will solace #kid will solace #smart will solace

[wandasverison]

in which reader is the sorcerer supreme. it’s that ONE scene at kamar-taj. 18+(ish)

“i need the darkhold spells, you are the sorcerer supreme, tell me what you know.”

you spit blood that almost chokes you before snarling, “you’ll have to kill me, witch.” because you’d simply rather her end you, than know how hard you’ve been yearning for her touch. she’s not wanda, that’s not the same avenger you used to know.

“oh, but that’s not what you want me to do is it?” she smirks and strides toward you, taking your chin in her dominant hand. the witch tugs on your face, pulling it to look at hers but you do everything in your power not to make eye contact. the tips of her fingers almost burn from the lust you’re trying to push away, finally being this close to the woman you’ve watched take down the worst villains. but now, she’s the villain and you’re her salacious little prey.

“you may have power y/n, but don’t forget, you’ve said it yourself, i am a being of unfathomable magic.” her hand extends from your chin to your throat, and she begins to grip you so tight, you’re pulled up to your feet for any air.

an involuntary shiver runs over you and she chuckles at your compromising position. when both of your eyes finally meet, you see the red flaming pupils, a ravishing grin smothering her face, “i know you don’t want me to kill you, y/n, you want me to fuck you.”

#I can’t write #but I have thoughts #and I don’t know what else to do with them #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff x you #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #dark wanda x reader #dark wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen #wanda maximoff smut #wandasversion writes

[sionnaach]

“The universe is trying to fuck with me, and I refuse to engage!”

Woe, Russian Doll Solangelo au be upon ye ft near breaking point med student Will and nihilistic tattoo artist Nico

#solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #pjo #riordanverse #don’t have the dedication to write a 50k ish word fic so #this is what you’re getting #maybe some one shots #but if anyone wants to hear anything else Pls let me know I thrive off of attention

[spoopy-fish-writes]

Okay, I hate to do this, especially now considering the situation, but I really just don’t know what else to do.

I’m scarily close to failing all of my classes this year because of issues with my heart which my mother refused to take me to the hospital for for over a month and I can’t get an appointment through my GP for at least another three months and my state’s been getting worse. Ive almost collapsed several times, and the heat and having to walk to my classes every day because my mother won’t drive me nor pay for the bus and my attendance has dropped from 100% because I literally cannot get myself in to my classes so I’m not getting my bursary either is only making it worse.

I would go private, but I’m not allowed to work, and cannot do so behind my mother’s back without risk of being kicked out, so this is kind of my only avenue to be able to go to a cardiologist privately.

I kind of have to figure out a way to cover travel expenses so I don’t fail this year and have to pay for my next year which I won’t be able to do and also pay for a private cardiologist appointment because I’m genuinely scared for how my condition’s been worsening over the past two years.

My commissions are open and prices are up for discussion, honestly, literally anything helps right now, because I know bad everywhere else is and I don’t want to distract from that, but this is kind of the last option I have.

#sharing would be appreciated #I’m kind of in shambles right now #sorry I’m kind of sitting here and crying while writing this I literally don’t know what else to do #I’ve tried talking to my mother about me being allowed a job but she takes that as a personal insult to ‘her ability to look after me’ and #I really can’t afford to take the risk and get one anyway because she WILL kick me out #spoopy fish rambles

[leclercstarrs]

touch starved.

pairings ; lorenzo berkshire x slytherin!reader.

synopsis ; your boyfriend is always super touchy and clingy, so one day you decide to ask him about it.

notes ; requested by a lovely anon, i have another request for them on the way, but here’s their ask link!

The Slytherin common room is silent, something that’s extremely rare. Typically, you and your friend group are laughing and playing stupid games, or at least throwing a huge party. This time, however, all your friends are at The Three Broomsticks, while you and your boyfriend are lying on the couch in the common room together. The fireplace offers some warmth and light in the otherwise dark atmosphere of the room.

Lorenzo is cuddled up next to you, despite the fact that you’re practically on the verge of falling off the small couch. His arms are wrapped around your waist and his head is nuzzled into the back of your neck. You can feel his chest rise and fall against your back with each breath. “Enzo.” You whisper, shifting your gaze so you’re staring at the crackling fire in front of you.

“Yes, baby?” You hear him mumble, obviously tired.

“Well..” You take a deep breath, pausing for a moment. This obviously catches his attention as he lifts his head away from your neck, shifting around in his spot and sitting up.

“Is something wrong?”

Sitting up so you’re beside him, he places a reassuring hand on your thigh. You turn your head to face him, a small smile on his face. “No, not really. I just..” He stops you mid sentence when he presses small kisses all over your face. “Wait!” You laugh, “Hold on!”

“Sorry, you’re just so pretty.” He pulls away again, waiting for you to continue.

“I just was wondering, like..” You sigh, “For Merlin’s sake, I don’t know why this is so hard to ask! I’ve just noticed you’ve been way more touchy and close than usual and I’m wondering if something’s up with you.” You blurt out, immediately regretting it when you see his expression turn slightly upset, his lips forming into a small frown instead of his usual grin.

He moves his hand off your thigh, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that it was a bother or anything.”

“Enzo.” He avoids your eye contact, simply nodding at the mention of his name.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel, I don’t know, suffocated by me? I’d never want to make you feel like that, I just love you and you’re my girlfriend, I thought I was just being affectionate. If you want to go to The Three Broomsticks with the rest of the guys, we can.” Lorenzo shakes his head, “I just figured we haven’t had much time to hangout alone and—” He keeps rambling, quickly being cut off by you.

“Lorenzo, listen!” You let out a small laugh, the brunette’s eyes widening slightly. “I love being with you and spending time with you! You are not suffocating me or anything bad, I like how much affection you give me, I was simply worried that you were feeling like I was being distant or something.” You smile.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize..” He gives you a lopsided grin, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. Before he can open his mouth to continue, you jokingly roll your eyes and cup his face with your hands, pulling him in for a kiss.

#im not sure if this is what u meant by the part where reader realizes and asks but #hope u like it and let me know if u meant something else #cus i love writing for the hp boys so i don’t mind rewriting it! #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #lorenzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire imagine #hp x reader #hp fanfic #hp fanfiction #harry potter x slytherin!reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #lorenzo berkshire

[puppyeared]

its so hard to watch time pass when things like careers and assignments exist. what do you mean im supposed to take that seriously

#I have an assignment that was due a week ago and I really really dont want to do it. I have to but i dont want to #im probably making it worse because my brain has built a wall around it so now i can’t do literally anything else until thats done. but #because I don’t want to do it I’m just kinda stuck. turns out this is what they meant when they said emotional regulation is part of #exec dysfunction.. I’ll have a thought like if I get a little bit of it done now i can get it over with. I can just submit something #and then not even 5 minutes later itll be like ugh but I have to draw all the assets out. I have to write things and make spreads ugh #and its just flopping between those two things. i hate it when ppl are like well how much time do you need to work on one thing #because BOY id love to know too. I’d love to know exactly when my brain wants to cooperate with me and work around that but I cant #even my period can’t decide when it wants to punch me in the stomach. which is kinda funny in the grand scheme of things but still #its so weird im just lying on my bed thinking abt all this like damn.. the time will pass anyways no matter what I decide to do.. damn…. #if I submit that assignment now and take the L I literally won’t die. it’ll just be a deduction on an assignment nobody will ask me about #I know this but I’m still stressing myself about it so my thoughts aren’t really connecting to my body. weird #maybe its because Im having a hard time looking forward to things. theres definitely a lot I should be living for but I don’t really feel #a strong attachment to it I guess? it’s been like this for a while with holidays and meeting with friends so I just don’t #I kinda figured its because im pretty passionless and its more like passing interest. but it’s not very fun when it feels like I’m going to #be living distraction to distraction for the next 70 years or so lol #idk it kind of feels like slowly bleeding out. which is funny because I actually did experience blood loss this week #had a 30 minute nosebleed and literally could not stand. also it felt like someone was pinching the back of my brain which was interesting #yapping #does this count as vent #vent #Ive just been making an oc carrd and contemplate changing my blog header for the past 3 days honestly

[daffi-990]

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @diazsdimples who posted a whole ass fic! Go and give it a read, it’s a fun one 😁

Have some more from when your heart releases, you won’t fall to pieces aka the Eddie breakdown fic. The writing beans aren’t beaning for this wip, even though I’d really like them to be. Still .. thought I’d share something I wrote for it a little ways back (this is just after the scene from canon where Eddie says he’s scared he’ll never feel normal again.)

“What if I can’t find normal again? What if this is my new normal, Buck?”

“I’ll still be here. I promised to have your back and I meant it. Nothing is going to scare me away from you.”

Away from loving you.

Eddie’s eyes widen slightly, his mouth going a bit slack as he stares at Buck in a way that looks an awful lot like awe. Buck’s starting to think maybe he said that last part out loud. It doesn’t matter though, because it’s true. Nothing he learns about Eddie will scare him away. Every bruised and scarred piece of Eddie that he’s ever been shown has been carefully gathered up and placed with the others, all held within the safety of Buck’s heart, their edges slotting in perfectly beside his own.

Buck clears his throat to break the moment, now is not the time for Buck to cut himself open and pour his love and devotion for Eddie out at his feet. Not when Eddie is so fragile and Buck has a girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

He has to keep reminding himself of that, which is probably not a good sign about the vitality of their relationship. But now is not the time to think about that either. Right now he needs to focus on Eddie and making sure he’s okay. Hopefully convince him to get some sleep, because he looks like shit. Buck thinks there may be bags under the bags under his eyes.

“Right. You’re going to shower and then you’re going to sleep. Everything else can wait until the morning, okay?”

“And you’ll be here? In the morning?” Eddie’s voice sounds so small. Buck’s heart cracks at the sound of it.

“I told you,” Buck reaches across the table and squeeze his hands, “m’not going anywhere.”

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#fic: when your heart release you won’t fall to pieces #daffi writes #Idk how I’m feeling about this snippet #but I didn’t know what else I could share cos I don’t wanna share all the really good stuff ya know? #buddie wip #buddie #we’ll see what my Saturday morning run brings tomorrow .. inspiration seems to strike during that

[yuwuta]

no judgies pls but.. is it just me or does Yuta have yandere potential? Like not the super psycho kidnap shit 💀 but he's just a little 'too possessive' a little 'too loyal' and a lil 'too protective' to be a normal guy..

potential…. i fear he invented the archetype LOL yuuta is just fiercely loyal ://// he never intends to come across as “yandere” or too much, but it’s a consequence of how he loves. he just does, it’s all consuming, it drives his very being, so it’s naturally more intense than other people, but to him it’s normal yk? like he doesn’t think he loves more than other people, he just thinks he acts in the fundamental definition of love, so, to him, all his words and actions are normal and justified the irony is he is not even close to normal he’s definitely strange as fuck LOLLL he has a very skewed perception of everything bc he’s a freak but it’s part of his charm <22

#in my venn diagram of possession jealousy and protectiveness he is in the middle overlap of all three LMFAO #and so is megumi but megumi knows he’s off his rocker. yuuta thinks his rocker is balanced and it’s not that’s the megumi/yuuta divide to m #also… everyone else knows yuuta is strange but yuuta doesn’t at first so he’ll just say or do things out loud and people are like… #hey what the fuck? and he’s like what??? are we not all falling on our own swords for our partners or what? #i’ve been told i write him w yandere tendencies and even when i don’t mean to LMFAO and i think… well doesn’t that say it all #yuuta you beloved beloved little freak of mine <3

[frownyalfred]

I have to ask, merely because savestate was the best thing I've read in months, and in the author's note you mentioned almost making it hard-core smut, how do you write such good smut?

Thank you! I fucked a lot of people in college!

#jkjk #unless 🧐 #sorry anon #largely it boils down to me writing what I like #and generally remembering that the desperation/kissing/grinding/anticipation is sometimes more fun than anything else #my rule is #generally I want to write something that turns me on too #because then I know it’s good #also don’t get too wordy! #so much of sex is just grunting lol #myfic #theresurrectionist

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

oh my god oh my god oh my GODDDDDD i can’t BELIEVE i found these on my little rainy october thrift shop wander this morning. like, one would have been more MORE enough. but both?? at once??? i am quite simply floating and may never touch back down to earth

#obviously given that it was second hand i don’t know if alex’s autograph is legit #but from my (untrained and overly hopeful) eye it looks very much like it could be??? #anyone who’s more expert in these things feel free to weigh in!! #and the photo book #aghhhhhhhhh #i have been wanting to get my hands on a copy for AGES #there’s something so special and atmospheric about matt’s photography that i’m just obsessed with #and to be able to actually look at them in physicality all together like that is truly something else #i also love that it’s designed like a passport obviously because of the whole album concept #but also because it truly does feel like a little glimpse into their world when they were making it #god what am i meant to do with the rest of my day after this??? 😭 #(put the humbug album on and look through the photo book of course. and maybe even a little fic writing if my heart rate slows enough) #god bless whoever donated these and whatever luck allowed me to find them today 💜💜💜 #i was in need of a bit of a pick me up and by god did this go above and beyond #sorry for how nonsensical all of this has probably been #i’m just #i’m feeling a lot rn 😭 #arctic monkeys #alex turner #lulu posts

[qtubbo]

(//Potions are used to represent drugs, and are used throughout)

Tubbo and Pac like putting random stuff into potions to ‘see what happens’ and then chug them down, which generally leads to suffering or a strew of other things. Sadly Fit is very adamantly against doing it no matter how much Tubbo pleads for him just to take a sip, and instead tries to convince them not to drink their weird probably dangerous concoctions due to their past failures.

But the one time Pac asks him, he just stutters a bit before going ‘ughh fine just this once’ and then Pac offers him the other half of his bottle. Which he just drunk from… and put his lips on, so Fit turned a bit red. He is weak to Pac and even an indirect kiss is a lot for him to handle; if it was anyone else he’d make a joke about it, but not Pac he just turns bright red instead. He’d drink it with them, and then they all experience the universe and life itself 👍 and definitely nothing goes wrong and no one find them lying on the side of the road like road kill.

#qsmp #morning crew posting #fitpac #writing tubbo as fitpacs third wheel but also not at the same time is my lifes goal #Qsmp Tubbo #Qsmp fit #qsmp pac #drugs tw #Unsafe drinking tw #<- ask to tag because I genuinely don’t know what else #Also poor tubbo that man took double and he is not exactly the biggest guy around #I like morning crew doing stupid stuff together people should make them do more stupid stuff #Drug use #unsafe drug use

[midnight-moth]

This is funny to me. I feel like people say A LOT that no one writes about the ghoulettes. But who actually wants to read about them? I’m just curious. As I mentioned I split apart the tumblr ficlets into a series rather than a multi chapter fic as it was suggested for me to do. It makes sense, it’s easier for people to find what they want to read and avoid what they don’t. Anyways, these were all posted at the same time. Guess what the bottom two are? I just thought it was interesting given the limited sample. In the top we have of course the most hardcore of the m/m porn, in the middle we have either pg or not sexual at all but still m/m and at the bottom we have the ghoulettes. Granted it could be that I just really suck at writing about them. Which is fair. I think if I compared the tumblr notes I would find the same thing. I am just wondering why we say we want to read about them but the numbers say otherwise. With ao3 it can’t be an algorithm thing. The site doesn’t have one. It’s up to the reader to sort things how they want to. I’m just curious if anyone else experiences the same thing. Because again, maybe it’s just because I suck at writing w/w. At the same time, maybe it’s because it’s not “hardcore” enough. But I sort of refuse to just sexualize them a whole lot without context, I don’t like doing it with the ghouls either. I’m not saying stand alone porn is bad and of course if that’s what people want to write they can. Feel free to tell me on anon or not what you think about any of this. If you’re going to tell me my writing sucks please try to do it in a gentle and constructive way. I’m fragile.

#it wouldn’t surprise me if it’s that I suck #because I don’t really understand what women want #men are so transparent it’s much easier #idk it makes me sad #I am pretty passionate about the whole mistrora ship and I’m going to write more of it regardless of metrics #but I’m curious #if there’s something I can do better #there’s something I want to say but I know it would be offensive and so I’m curious to see if anyone else will say it #come on anons

[odessastone]

still musing on whether or not Pharah was intended to be autistic-coded in her PVE logs. Like it makes sense, autistic people tend to have a strong sense of justice that can sometimes lead to black and white thinking and morality (which Pharah very clearly struggles with). She’s just not a character I ever thought of as potentially being autistic. But things like the over-explaining in the logs, the ridiculous adherence to arbitrary rules, and the repeated complaints about loud noises bothering her makes me wonder if that’s what they were going for.

I mean I’d be all for it tbh. Personally I’ve since incorporated it into my interpretation of her character already lol

#overwatch #Pharah #fareeha amari #was thinking about writing a ficlet about it tbh #in my mind she’s definitely not diagnosed #probably doesn’t even know tbh #I don’t think she went to traditional school and Ana strikes me as the type that wouldn’t want to ‘label’ her kid #she has zero idea until Overwatch recruits Symmetra and Satya is like ‘it’s nice to have someone else here who’s on the spectrum too’ #and Pharah’s like The What .