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[les4elliewilliams]

OK OK HMO

How about ellie giving reader anal as a punishment kinda thing for coming home so late after a party?? PLS I LOVE MEAN ELLIE

omgomg. I swear I'm so obsessed with mean Ellie. Sure, she's lovely and she can be such a sweet, caring, thoughtful girlfriend. Put your health and well-being above everything else, but at the same time, she can be a big meanie. And all I can think of is that one coworker!ellie fic I wrote not too long ago. She's such a meanie, I would love to fight her ass for hours to be honest, even for no reason at all; just seeing her getting all riled up and fuming red is such a turn on?????? like be mean to me i'll cum. ANYWAYS!!

cw ; wc: 4k words approximately. anal sex, smut (no shit! ik.). she accuses you of cheating, and she won't let you cum ;( dom!ellie if it wasn't obvious. kind of rushed towards the end and not proofread, sorry :((

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Afterparty punishment.

As you stepped out of the Uber, you were blinded by the bright glow of your phone's screen. You stared at all the lost calls and texts from your girlfriend, chewing on your bottom lip. Though you had heard your phone ringing, you wanted to stay longer with your friends and unwind after a long and stressful week at work. But your girlfriend had made it clear that she expected you to be home by midnight, and it was already 3 in the morning. You couldn't help but wish that she was sound asleep by the time you entered your small shared apartment — but you knew it was unlikely. You had a strong feeling that she was up, waiting for you, probably ready to lash out at you for being so late and not answering any of her calls or texts. You could already feel the tension rising as you approached your apartment complex.

You carefully turned the key in the lock, twisting it slowly and quietly, hoping not to disturb her in case she had dozed off while waiting for you to return home. As you pushed the door open, you could hear the low hum of the television set emanating from the living room. You tiptoed forward, trying not to make any noise, but just as you stepped into the room, she turned her head to look at you. Despite the calm expression on her soft features, you knew that she was anything but relaxed. Her eyes bore into you with a piercing intensity, and you could feel the full force of her anger emanating from her. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were fixed on your every move, waiting for you to speak first. You could tell that she was furious, and you braced yourself for the storm that was sure to come, letting out a long sigh.

You were the one who broke the silence first "Hi babe." your voice sounded gentle and subdued, your facial expression tinged with a hint of guilt. You slid your coat off your shoulders and hung it by the hooks on the wall. The air inside felt different than when you left to go to your best friend's party, and you could sense something was off. Her voice was soft yet firm and harsh as she replied, "Hey." She didn't even sound as sweet as she did when she said goodbye to you before you left. You kicked your heels off and left them by the door, not bothering to put them away even though you often yelled at Ellie for leaving her worn-out sneakers by the door.

"Where the hell have you been?" she exclaimed, her voice rising in anger as she stood up from the couch and marched over to you. Her previously calm demeanor had vanished, replaced by frustration and annoyance. Her face was freckled and scrunched up in anger, as she struggled to contain her emotions. "I'm so sorry, I was stuck in a traffic j-" you began, your voice apologetic. But it was clear that she was infuriated with you. She had called you multiple times, texted you, spammed your phone, but you never answered any of her calls. As time passed, she became increasingly worried that something might have happened to you and couldn't believe you could be so careless. She scoffed at your attempt to make up an apology, knowing that it was a lie, she wasn't buying it. She looked at you skeptically, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. "A traffic jam?" she repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You expect me to believe you were stuck in the traffic for over three hours?" She shook her head and let out a loud sigh of disapproval. It was clear that she thought you could have come up with a better excuse.

Just when you were about to respond to her rhetorical question, the woman abruptly raised her hand to signal you to keep quiet. "Don't even try to give me that bullshit," she scolded, her voice rising in anger. "You could have at least answered my calls or texted me back. But no, you just leave me sitting here, not knowing where you are or if you're okay." Her frustration was palpable, and she wasn't done yet. "I trusted you to be home by midnight. Do you have any idea how late it is?" she continued, her voice even louder and more incensed. Her arms were tightly crossed, causing her biceps to bulge, and you couldn't help but let your eyes linger on them for a few seconds longer than necessary. So fucking toned, she was too fucking fine even when fuming red and when she looked like she was about to strangle you.

You stood there before her, silent and unmoving as she let loose her verbal barrage. You couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as she continued to scold you. She's all fired up, and you could feel the heat emanating from her body. "It's three in the damn morning," she growled, her words like daggers in your ears. She didn't leave any room for an argument, as if you had any reason to protest. The anger that fuelled her words didn't dim her beauty, though. Despite the situation, you couldn't help but feel a surge of desire wash over you as you watched her. With her black tank top hugging her curves and torso perfectly, her bulging bicep muscles inviting you to come closer, run your fingertips over her smooth and freckled skin, just like you usually did in the bedroom. The fire in her eyes, her commanding presence, and the way her body moved with each angry gesture all combined to create a powerful aura that was almost...hypnotic. You found yourself inching towards her, your tongue running along your bottom lip, not that she seemed to notice, too busy lashing out at you "Just because I leave you the freedom to go out with your friends doesn't mean you can leave for that long and be completely unreachable," she spat, her lips curling up in disdain. The rage in her voice was like a torrential downpour, drenching you in her fury.

You let out a laugh and watched her face shift from surprise to confusion and eventually to anger. She towered over you, her towering frame casting a shadow over you. "Oh you think this is funny? You think this is fucking funny?" she spat out, her musky scent invading your nostrils as she stepped closer. She took a deep sniff, "What, are you drunk too?" she asked with disdain, this time actually waiting for you to talk "Just tipsy, El."

A scowl etched across her face, the lines around her mouth and between her brows more pronounced. "Who were you with? Cause I'm sure someone kept you there, am I right?" she accused you, her voice low and husky, as if she was battling with her thoughts and emotions. Her words carried a hint of insecurity, a slight crack in her usual confident facade. Her jealousy was a sign of her affection, a sign that she cared deeply for you and feared losing you. She has always been overthinking it since she met you. You were so perfect, too perfect. Out of her league. She knew she was wrong for accusing you, yet her anger and insecurities overtook her logic. It was like a fever that burned deep within her, urging her to let her emotions take control. But she also knew she could trust you, you had proven her multiple times. You were the only thing in her life that gave her a sense of stability, and she was terrified of losing that. Even as she raged and accused, there was a part of her that wished she could take it all back, but the damage was done. She had let her emotions get the best of her, and she didn't know how to fix it, yet she couldn't bite her tongue. "Ellie, are you seriously accusing me of cheating on you?" You felt a sense of disbelief and hurt at her accusatory tone, your eyes narrowing as you tried to understand why she would say such a thing.

"I don't fucking know. Did you?" Words kept slipping from her lips, dripping with venom and malice. You could almost feel the weight of her anger pressing down on you, suffocating you with her wrath. She crossed her arms over her chest like a fortress, her eyes narrowing as she watched you with a mix of uncertainty and suspicion. Her body language was rigid as if she were trying to hold back an explosion of emotion beneath the surface. Her jealousy was undeniable, like a fire burning in the pit of her stomach, consuming her from inside.

"Are you dumb?" you exclaimed. You had never given her any reason to doubt you, so her words hit you like a blow to the gut. Despite her insecurities, she had never accused you of anything like this before, and it left you feeling hurt and confused. Your chest felt tight as if the accusation had left a physical imprint on your body, making it hard to breathe. You looked at her with a mixture of anger and disbelief, not quite sure of how to respond. "Are you a whore?" Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to process what she had just said, and a flush of anger and arousal spread across your chest like wildfire. Your cheeks flamed with a blush, but you tried to suppress it, not wanting her to know how deeply her words had affected you.

"Excuse you?!" You snapped. She kept gazing at you like a laser beam, drilling into your soul. You were unable to move or speak as she stood over you, her toned arms crossed as if daring you to speak out of turn. You were simply speechless, your words dying in your throat, the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a ton of bricks. "Did I stutter?" She repeated, her words dripping with sarcasm, and you could see the fury in her green irises. You were left speechless, your mouth open but no sound escaping your lips. "Take your clothes off," she demanded you, her voice low and firm; you were frozen in shock as her words hit your ears. You felt your heart start to race at her words, your mind struggling to comprehend what she was asking you. "Wha-" but she cut you off, predicting your question "Your actions have consequences," her tone stern and unforgiving.

There you were, bent over on the couch, your ass prominently displayed for her hungry and unforgiving eyes and your weight balanced precariously upon the palms of your hands sinking into its cushions, you found yourself in a vulnerable position while her eyes devoured every inch of your exposed skin. She loved the sight of your fucking ass on display for her...man, she was loving every second of it. Love bites covered your collarbone, boobs, and neck. She was rougher than usual – not that you minded, of course. She stood behind you, adorned only in a pair of sleek, black boxer shorts and a strap that hung close to your dripping entrance. The anticipation mounted as she teased and taunted, never actually fucking you like you were begging her to, instead, choosing to punish and drive you insane. She knew the effect she had on you; this was some sort of game to her, a punishment, and she was playing expertly. You were making a mess on the couch, so wet, she swore she had never seen you this needy and desperate for her. Upon your left ass cheek, the imprints of her five fingers stung gently as she kept slapping over the same spot whenever you'd talk back to her with an attitude or when you'd try to ride her black strap, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying this one bit.

She held your beloved vibrator dangerously close to your achingly responsive nub at the gentlest setting, but that was enough to send ripples of ecstasy coursing through your throbbing core, making your hips buck into her to seek for more, but again, she wouldn't give it to you. You groaned softly as she hovered over you, "Please, baby, fuck me, please..." You pleaded and pleaded, but she didn't budge. "What is it that you want, hm? My dick?" you whimpered when she set the purple wand pressed onto your clit to a different speed, making your hips wiggle and move around slightly; she knew you were close. "Don't you dare fucking cum without asking first" her voice ringing in your ears like a drumbeat. It was a harsh, demanding tone, but there was something almost musical about it, an undertone of raspy sensuality that turned your stomach in knots. "PleasePlease'mclose" You begged her for mercy, your voice pleading and desperate. You were completely at her mercy, utterly dependent on her for your release. "Baby..." She murmured softly, her voice like velvet laced with silk. This gentleness nonetheless held a mocking undertone that suggested further torture awaited you, leaving a few damp kisses on your back as she supported her half-upper body on your sticky and sweaty back. "If you had been home by midnight, none of this would happen." The gentle reminder hung in the air, another cruel twist of the knife, as she denied you the sweet release you so desperately sought, determined to prolong your punishment for the time being. It was the second time she was doing this, driving you fucking insane. Your walls clenched around emptiness, your whimpers growing increasingly pitiful and urgent. "Ellie... please, I'm going to cum," you pleaded softly. Unable to resist, you thrust your hips backward, seeking more of her; you needed her to fuck you badly, but she wouldn't even fucking touch you. You've been begging and begging for an hour now, still fucking nothing. When she heard you gasp, her emerald eyes traced downward, taking note of the tip of her strap, embedded in your drenched pussy. what a fucking slut, she thought to herself.

With a disapproving click of her tongue, she withdrew, leaving you to emit a frustrated whine and an empty feeling behind; your wispy brows furrowed in despair, a picture of helpless longing. "Pleasepleaseplease... need you so badly," you pleaded, your voice wavering and weak. "I want to come on your cock" You failed to persuade her, it gradually dawned on you that she was immune to your usual tactics. A mournful groan echoed through the room as she turned the toy off, your neglected clit throbbing almost painfully. "Ellie, plea-" you began, only to be silenced by her stern interruption "How many hours were you late?" but you sighed, trying to apologize again "Baby, I'm so-" Her hand landed forcefully on your asscheek, followed by a gentle caress to soothe the lingering burn. This contradiction between tenderness and roughness sent shivers through you. An involuntary yelp escaped you, your hips involuntarily flinching away, only to be swiftly guided back into position. "Answer. The. Question, slut." she steely commanded  "Three... three hours," you stammered, your voice thick with lingering desire, your breathing laborated.

Her voice, a mix of raspiness and sweetness, offered an ultimatum, "Last one before I actually let you cum, hmm?"

Three hours late, three orgasms taken away from you.

Finally thrusting into your aching hole and fucking it relentlessly just to pull out of you when you were about to cum. What a fucking dick.

Your body was trembling, your heart racing as you were completely out of breath. Every inch of you felt hypersensitive like you were on the verge of breaking apart. The sensations were overwhelming, almost too much to bear and she wasn't done with you yet.

"Please, may I now?" you implored, your gasps ragged. Mockingly, she replied, "Don't think you can handle it." Ellie teased, her voice dripping with playfulness, you could sense the mischievous grin appearing upon her freckled face in her voice, even if you couldn't see her. "You've got to be fucki-" Your protest was silenced mid-sentence, curtailed by her stern retort "Language. You want to cum or not?" Despite her harshness, amusement lurked beneath. Reaching for the forgotten lube on the coffee table, her weight shifted on her knees, her restlessness palpable; both of your and her knees were starting to hurt, but neither of you seemed to care enough. You exhaled, attempting to quell your nerves. "Why didn't you answer my calls?" she grumbled, twirling the cap between her nimble fingers. "I was worried, waiting here for you the whole time..." she confessed. "I lost track of time," you conceded, partly honest. You just wanted to drink with your friends, have fun, and stay out late. Was that so wrong?

You glanced over your shoulder, your head tilting ever so slightly, capturing her fluid motions as she opened the lube bottle, filling her palm with its slippery contents. When she noticed your fascinated gaze, she smacked your asscheek once more, this time setting your sensitive skin aflame. A whimper escaped you, "Eyes on the clock, princess," she crooned menacingly. "Needa learn how to not lose track of time, yeah?" she had this mocking tone going on, you winced "Stings..." your voice tinged with vulnerability as frustration smoldered in her eyes, eliciting a venomous "Maybe next time you''ll actually answer your fucking phone when I'm calling you" Your eyes darted to the clock hung on the wall before you, searching for some way to gauge the time that had passed. Each second felt like an eternity as your lungs burned with each breath, desperate for the relief withheld from you. The tick-tock of the clock only made the anticipation more intense, each sound like a taunt aimed at you. You couldn't help but wonder what she was planning next.

"I said I'm sorry" but your apology met deaf ears once again. "Sorry isn't enough for me, pretty" her skilled calloused fingers coated your asshole with slick; you couldn't still your restless hips, and the auburnette, anticipating your withdrawal, clasped your waist firmly. "Stop moving, damn it! Just hold still for a moment." Frustration simmered beneath her plea, your restlessness seriously testing her patience.

"Ellie!" you whined, struggling in vain, her strong grasp upon your hip muscle holding you in place. "I thought we agreed on no anal," you argued, but she swiftly shot back, "I thought we agreed you'd be home by midnight." You let out a deep sigh, rolling your eyes in defiance. Your chest rose and fell with each breath, your heart pounding in your ears, and yet, you were too fascinated by the power dynamic created between the two of you. 

"Fucking cunt," The words slipped from your lips unintentionally. You heard the slap before you felt it, a sharp and burning sting on your exposed skin. Your flesh felt on fire almost instantly, a reminder of the power that she held over you; the pain was an added layer to the excitement, and you were grateful for the rush of adrenaline it provided. "Still talking back, huh? Have you learned nothing?" Her voice was low but firm, a tone that shook your very core, sending chills down your spine. The power it held over you was like a drug, an exhilarating rush that left you absolutely desperate. You loved being put in your place, even if you'd never admit it out loud.

"Oh, but you can call me a whore?" She didn't even acknowledge your words, dismissing them with an airy huff. "Cause s'what you are." she muttered under her breath, her thumb tracing a wet path through your glistening folds, collecting the sweet nectar. An involuntary whimper escaped your lips, a hum of acknowledgment mingling with her words. "Look at this fuckin' pussy, god. You love when I'm mean to you, don't you?" she mused aloud. You were so fucking wet that it almost shocked her; she definitely was going to do this more often. Who knew you'd get so turned on while arguing? "Bet, this is why you always startin' shit" she accused you, chuckling dryly.

"Shut up," you pouted, she readjusted your posture with meticulous precision, her tattooed forearm brushing against her sweat-dampened brow, the silicone cock secure in her grip. She pressed the head against your resistant entrance. Before doing anything, sweet words of reassurance fell from her lips, a gentleness in her voice that you hadn't expected, but she still cared about your well-being and comfort; she loved you to death, after all. "Relax, babe... Last thing I wanna do is cause you pain." You felt your muscles relax as you listened to her; she let out a sigh before guiding it in slowly. "Fuck fuck!" Your cry of distress melted into a plea for relief, her thumbs pressing into your dimples of Venus for stability.

"Get the vibrator, baby," she commanded, pausing her invasion momentarily, allowing you to seek solace in the pulsing violet wand, the intense vibrations reducing the pain. "Ellie!" you cried out, amplifying the toy's relentless hum while she resumed her actions. "Ugh... You're so fucking tight," she grunted, her thumbs tracing gentle patterns along your spine, a balm to soothe your sensitive nerves. 

"Ahh!" you gasped as she filled you fully, her digits digging into your supple curves, latching onto tender flesh. She drove her fake cock deeper into your tight stretched passage, letting your hole adjust to her size, stretching it out so good. Your hips sought hers in response, hungrily pursuing every retreat she made, and she laughed softly as soft moans were spilled from your lips. "Ohhh look at you. You fucking brat," immaculate moans spilled forth, painting a picture of pure pleasure and pain on your features. Your eyes rolled involuntarily in the back of your skull, the wand's vibrations maintained a steady assault on your nub, and the surroundings became faint murmurs.

She paused briefly, taking note of your trembling legs before lifting you effortlessly towards her, her chest pressed against your dampened back, you could feel her hard nipples pressed against your drenched skin. Her left hand groped your budding tit, as the other replaced your quivering hand with her own, the violet toy vibrating on your aching nub with renewed vigor. Your panting cries reverberated throughout the apartment and in her ears, mixed with frustrated squirms. It was fucking music to her ears. "Baby, fuck..." You were struggling, completely blissed out of your mind. Your eyes were stuck in the back of your head, your mind lost in pleasure. The sensations were becoming too much, unbearable. The toy's vibration was set higher, causing you to squeal and squirm in her hands. It was like being caught in a whirlwind, a tornado of sensations that were pushing you on the edge. Her hand teased and twisted the nipple between her fingers, her touch almost feathery in its softness. She was in control, and you were just her plaything. She hummed back, covering the purple marks on the side of your neck with persistent kisses as her strap continued to slide in and out of you. "Close, angel?" She hummed against the soft skin of your neck, and the vibrations tickled as she moved closer pressing a few more kisses on your skin. You could feel her breath on your skin, warm and inviting. She savored every little sound you let out for her; the sounds she forced out of you were all hers. She was making you feel this good, no one else.

Your hand intertwined with the one that rested on your breast, and your other hand reached for her, your fingertips tangled in her auburn hair, as she continued to attack your neck with kisses and your tight hole with her harsh thrusts. "Close...hmmm...p-please" Your whimpers filled the air like a sweet melody, one that seemed to echo in your girlfriend's ears for a prolonged time. "Not gonna pull out this time, princess. I promise," she reassured you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, yet they held an undeniable power over you. You felt as though you were melting into her arms, "Gonna be a good girl and listen to me for once?" which had you nodding vigorously, the hand between your thighs covered by a whole waterfall, you were so wet, she could hardly believe her eyes. "Alright, bunny. Cum for me, yeah?" she didn't even need to tell you twice, you've been holding it for so long that it felt good to finally let go. A tidal wave crashed upon you, the walls of your posterior clinging desperately to her strap.

You collapsed on all fours once again, your hands sinking into the cushions of the worn-out couch. The sound of your cries filled the air, and you were completely breathless. Your chest felt like it was on fire, the heat spreading throughout your body with a ferocity that you had never felt before. The sound of her breathing mixed with your ragged breaths. She slowly pulled out of your ass and discarded the purple toy somewhere on the floor.

"I was right by the way" Ellie suddenly said, leaving you puzzled. Her tone was triumphant, and you couldn't quite figure out what she was talking about. "'Bout what?" As you struggled to catch your breath, you managed to utter a few words, each one punctuated by a deep inhale and a ragged exhale. "You're a whore" you turned around, she greeted you with a playful tone. You couldn't help but notice her rosy cheeks and the glistening of her sweaty skin, with droplets of sweat rolling down her temples. Her lips curved into a cocky smirk, making you scoff in response. "And you're a cunt." you quickly responded back in the same playful tone.

"Need me to teach you another lesson?" She teased, beckoning you to nestle on top of her, your body adhering to her freckled, sticky skin. Trying to suppress your grin, you muttered "Shut up" in a lighthearted tone; she bursted out laughing at your reaction, finding it amusing.

"You better always be on time from now on," she said in a fake stern tone, her eyes fixed on you. "I learned my lesson," you replied, trying to sound apologetic. But deep down, you knew that you were going to repeat the same mistake, just to receive this kind of attention and treatment from her again. Unable to resist the thrill and the rush of adrenaline that came with being punished scolded from her.

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[sinsolucion]

— 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ?

Signed With a Kiss. Every letter needs a signature, right? While simply signing their name is common, sometimes a character feels that it's not enough (or they'd rather leave their name off the letter entirely). So they decide to sign off their letter by leaving a kiss mark at the end of it, with or without their name or signature. Though this is especially prevalent with love letters (or even affair letters) given the romantic nature of the content, a kiss could be left for several reasons by several different types of characters, such as from a secret admirer or a seductress's personal signature. There's usually a romantic connection between the sender and the recipient, so these exchanges are popular between partners or love interests.

tagged: @kagoshou this is Old but as u can see i am. tearing thru drafts rn tagging: u :)

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[dmitriene]

cw: angst, emotional hurt, smut, may be a bit of comfort, complicated relationship, cunnilingus, breast play, simon have real struggles, a lot of complicated love, confessions, both rude and soft behavior from simon. pairing: simon ghost riley x fem reader

ㅤㅤㅤ“i know that you're shitty and you're bad for me„ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“but i can't stop thinking 'bout it„

simon is not your best option, a man far from ideal, to whom you are drawn like a butterfly — simon ghost riley is a man shrouded in darkness so impenetrable that it poisons, and you, poor butterfly, found yourself drowning there.

it's difficult with simon, he keeps his distance, lurks in the shadows that are behind you, at your distance, but at the same time, he's afraid to allow himself too much.

he never writes a message, never says if he's going to leave the next day for a month long deployment, never lets his thin lips curl to exhale a declaration of love, even if yours — “love you, love you simon„ are ringing constantly in his ears in the form of melodious, breathy chants.

but fuck, he comes back like a mutt, dirty mutt, because he knows that he stains you and everytime ruins you from deep inside and for everyone else, but he can't stop.

and you don't let him.

you let him in again and again, when he's on your doorstep, early in the morning or late at night, even if you're not feeling your best, even if you're busy — you're going to drop everything, you're going to come to him and into his hands, in the hands of the ghost.

but his touch is warm, not ghostly, not penetratingly icy to the very bones — they are tender, warm as he outlines your thin skin, which is covered with goosebumps under the hard, calloused pads of his fingers, descending from your rounded, supple breasts, squeezing, playing with your small, peaky hard nipples.

down, and down, leaving behind tongues of flame that lick around your body, wrapping you in a burningly hot lump that leaves you dizzy, your own hands reaching out in response to touch him back, strip him to the bone — and he grabs your hands, a grip almost capable of bruising your wrists as he presses them into the sheets and smooths them out, growling on a protective level — “keep 'em here, bird"

it's hurts, burns you with both pain and pleasure — eyes welling with clear, crystal tears that ready to shatter, but they still on your lash line when those thick, warm palms slide further down your frail body, tracing the curve of your waist, thick fingers outline the bones of your hips and squeeze, watching the flesh turn pink under his grasp before he trickles down with gentle tickle, just until he curls his hands around your plush thighs.

thighs that will shake when he would part your slick, puffy folds on his fat tongue, licking you and suckling on your throbbing, bulging clit with ferocity, before his tongue will delve deeper, open your clenching, hot and weeping tight hole for him to taste, to drink — your throaty mewls, your sweet juices, your body language.

all of that just so he would disappear when morning sun even didn't have the time to come from under the horizon, you don't know for how long, you don't know if he'll be back this time — all that's left of simon is the scarlet buds on your skin, marking you from neck to toe, and the slowly disappearing warmth on the sheets next to you where he slept earlier.

he always return into shadows, and you always go back after him if he doesn't go back himself, that's what you are, you're his butterfly, he's your trap, but you can't stay away.

not when he does come back after weeks, month even, just so you would call him so sweetly, so familiarly, there's nothing he gives you except of his dirty, bloodied self, but you open your arms for him and chirp, just for him, for simon — “welcome back, si„

not ghost, with you — he can't be this dead version of him.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

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🍓🌸🍓꒰ Saccha┆he/him/hole┆artist n writer!!! ꒱🍓🌸🍓

HIIIHIHIHI my name is Saccha!!! get it bc,.,, Saccha(rine) and… my blog name iz sweet-luv-club, YEAH U GET IT TJBGJHBG,,

JUST A LIL OVEREXCITED TRANSMASC PUP RUNNIN A LUV HOTEL ,, there r a lot of aesthetics i wanna b associated w/, this intro post will prolly change over time lol

i wanted tew stretch out ma writing skillz n i have a lot of ideas i jus wanna throw out in2 da world,, scenarios i hope ppl would also enjoy n such!! ♡♡♡ just wanted to pump out gender neutral x readers for the gayz tbh,,

as much as i love reading fempovs, i want 2 make food for other trans ppl like me ^w^ and also interact w/ other blogz!!! also sorry not sorry of my excessive use of colors and kaomojis lol!!

dis blog is where i will dump all my horny ramblings about

★⋆ Degrees of Lewdity (mentioning this game alone should indicate i dont mind dead dove stuff hfbhg)

★⋆ Call Of Duty MW2 (im only a very casual fan tho lol look man im a porn blog my content isnt gonna be that deep!!)

★⋆ The Last Of Us (specifically joel content bc im feral 4 him but im also feral 4 ellie,, WRITING ABOUT THEM SEPARATELY THO OFC LMAO)

taking requests for each >w<)b !!!

♡ ┆ stuff i will write ┆ ♡

★⋆ DRUMROLL PLEASE... THE MAIN REASON I WANTED TO MAKE THIS BLOOOG... transmasc reader content!!! 🎉🎊🥳 with warnings on what terms to be used on the naughty bits, ofc!!

★⋆gender neutral reader stuff!! no pronouns other than 'you',

★⋆ if i write nsfw with GN reader, i'll have separate sections for when u have afab/amab anatomy and how characters i write with would interact with em !!

so the format would go like

˗ˏˋ ꒰ König with a chubby S/O ♥ nsfw!! ꒱ ˎˊ˗

♡ ┆ headcanon

if you have AFAB anatomy…

♡ ┆ headcanon for how he'd treat u with ur coochie, gender non-specific

if you have AMAB anatomy…

♡ ┆ headcanon for how he'd treat u with ur pp, gender non-specific

most of my fics/drabbles would be gender neutral unless stated otherwise !!

plz note!!! in cases like Ellie who is explicitly and canonically a lesbian i will also only write in fempov, everyone else i write about automatically becomes readersexual meaning theyre attracted to the reader regardless of gender, appearance, etc etc so for example if ur super mad i made your big strong masculine military man a cocksucker das on u, go cry ab it somewhere else thanks (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

★⋆ BIG GIRTHY AGE GAPS… but readers in my stories should always b regarded as 20+!!

★⋆ and ofc hand in hand with that comes a corruption kink BAHAHAHA and as a heads up i place a heavy emphasis on virginity !!!

★⋆ yandere/obsessive content bc im a sucker for it :((

★⋆ pet play/hybrid stuff… sometimes human but most of the time it comes w the reader having animal characteristics!! (ex. bunny reader, cow reader, puppy reader etc) ONLY LIMITED TO STUFF LIKE EARS/TAIL/WINGS THO and maybe heat cycle stuff bc im a sucker for that too

★⋆ A/B/O content and dynamics

★⋆ stepcest probably???

STUFF I WONT WRITE ABOUT... no cute format for these ones LMAO 'm just gonna lump all of them together

actual incest | zoophilia content (YES I KNOW DOL IS RIFE W/ THAT BUT I ALWAYS TURN OFF BEAST TOGGLES SJHDS) | scat/piss/basically any bodily fluid aside from CUM LMAO (i'd probably make an exception 4 squirt tho,,,, 👀) | gore

das about all i can think of for neow heheh!! btw i may like and interact w blogs that have dark content or even the content i said i wont write, please be aware of that in case the posts i've liked show up :<<

i'll eventually come up w/ a list of characters im comfy with writing for, as well as a general idea of how i would write them for requests n such!! if the character u like isnt there, im still looking into how i would write content for them :>

IF U READ THIS FAR ILY BYEEEEE ♡♡♡

#mdni template by cafekitsune!! #degrees of lewdity #call of duty modern warfare 2 #the last of us #cod mw2 #cod mw2 x reader #cod mw2 x male reader #cod mw2 x you #the last of us x reader #the last of us x you #joel miller x reader #ellie williams x reader #saccha.txt #trans male reader

[evelinessa]

I'm gonna send you another one after I've slept with a proper thought-out choice that is really about your fics, but I saw ✎ in the list and I couldn't resist :P

Trying to gain some insider info to use against me in the next exchange, I see. 😄😂

If someone were to guess an anonymous fic was mine, the easiest way would most likely be by looking at the tags themselves. I structure my tags very specifically, using the same types of tags on each fic (when on the timeline, POV, tone/genre, character & relationship modifiers, tropes & themes, minor things that happen, triggers, ending, format/structure tags, purpose/event tags, etc.), and in the same general order.

But as far as the actual writing goes, that is something a lot trickier to answer lol. As you know, I tend to write angsty topics (grief, tragedy, MCD, etc.), so the content itself could aid in exposing me. Also, I almost always write from either Phoenix's or Miles' POV, and almost everything I write has some Narumitsu element in it.

Another content thing is that I create and reference little memories (as well as items that represent those memories) for the characters in almost every fic I write. It's one of my favorite ways to flesh out a character's relationship with others and also to pull at emotions (especially if it's the case of a character remembering moments they had with a lost loved one).

For more mechanical stuff that could help give me away:

So far, I've only written in past tense.

Other than in rare occasions where there is no other way to say it effectively, I don't italicize a character's direct thoughts or write them in first person. Instead, I blend the character's thoughts in the internal monologue and narration and keep it in third person.

Along those lines, I put questions in the internal monologue fairly often.

While I don't use certain epithets (hair/eye color, profession, age, height, etc.) other than in select situations, I love using ones that show a relationship between characters (friend, partner, husband, father, sister, daughter, etc.)

I may use em dashes, colons, and semicolons more than the average person.

I use one-word sentences and one-sentence paragraphs quite often.

Not usually added until the editing stage, but when I search for synonyms, I'll usually pick words that will create alliteration (usually capping it to two or three words close together), but I won't pick an alliterative word over a synonym that works better (either more accurate or has the connotations I'm going for/gives a double meaning).

I use intentional repetition fairly often, especially in a character's inner monologue, to really draw attention/give more weight to something they are thinking/feeling.

If you see me start listing things, most of the time I will use the rule of threes.

That was what I was able to think of for now. But I'm sure there are things I do that I missed, or things that people have picked up on that I'm not aware of. It was fun to think about what I tend to do when writing that could give me away.

Thank you for the ask! 🥰

#ask game #answered asks #writing #fanfic writing #evelinessa writes

[mamawasatesttube]

☉✎✦✿(last one for the winter depression kon fic<3)

☉ what do you do when you get stuck writing?

usually, step back and take a break!! if i'm stuck writing at ALL instead of just on a specific wip it usually means i'm flirting with burnout and need to chill for a bit. time to read, play viddy game, hang out with friends, etc.

but i never take TOO long a break because if i do then it's really hard to get back into writing. so if its been a few days and i still havent written anything i'll open whatever wip i wanna work on and try to add at least a couple of sentences.

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

i have NO idea but the other day someone who knew me on my old ao3 account messaged me like "hey is this you?" and i was like HOW DID YOU KNOW? and they were just like "i recognized your style!" so there's clearly SOMETHING askjdhfdjks

but in the timkon tag specifically, um. well. probably the specific kryptonian headcanons, t4tisms, and "giving a shit about kon as a character" would probably give me away.

✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest?

*opens ao3 real fast to check what i've written* uhhhhh

okay lessee. there's several of the shorter oneshots here that i actually just wrote entirely in one sitting and didn't edit just plonked em right on ao3, so those would probably count as easiest (reflections on respawning, aftershocks, faith trust and a bit of pixie dust, your ghost i will gladly bear, and we will walk in bitter rain).

hardest probably goes to sotm just for length, but in terms of content it's all emotional hurt/comfort and that is my wheelhouse! in terms of content, the hardest is probably androecia. i've never written much explicit fic before, so it was a challenge!

✿ did anything major change when you started writing "under the small fire of winter stars" to when you finished?

SO MUCH. OH MY GOD. SO MUCH...

so the original iteration in my notebook was a multi-scene thing with a heavy focus on kon & kara and Both of them being depressed and kara telling kon about new years' celebrations on krypton (occuring the day after the winter solstice, as days started to get longer and nights shorter again, with accompanying stories about rao's pantheon's defeat of cythonna and triumph over winter and darkness). and then i was like "hey this fic is for moss! i should add tim." so then i added tim and MORE scenes. and then i was like "oh no i will never finish this on time" especially because i could NOT figure out the ending in a way that felt satisfying to me so i kinda scrapped most of it.

the scene that became the actual fic is what was gonna be the second scene in the bigger thing, with tim finding and taking care of kon in the aftermath of kon and kara fighting and then severely bitching about metallo.

initially, kon was gonna mention some of the winter celebration stuff kara told him about and how he kinda wished he had more of a connection to kryptonian culture, and tim was gonna go Hm. and start thinking of ways he could get clark, chris, and/or jon to help him plan Something to surprise kon and kara with a little new years party. but that plot kept coming out feeling overly cheesy and contrived and i just was not satisfied with it, so. snip snip bitch.

still, i think the focus morphing into just "tim loving on kon with acts of service (and quality time) while mr acts of service himself is so out of it" was fun too!!! get loved idiot, etc.

#answers #misspickman

[marxthedumdum]

"FUCKED UP IN THE CRIB DR BOB DR BOB FUCKED UP IN THE CRIB KAT KOT KAT KO-"

haiiiiii, i go by marxkus or vanilla :33333333333333 ✎ trans-masculine genderfluid ✎ androromantic, gay ✎ any pronouns except neos and xenos ✎ 16yo (sept 3!!!) ✎ vietnamese 🇻🇳🇻🇳🇻🇳 ✎ i draw (and sometimes 3d paint models, write-ish and make c.ai bots) n shit lol ✎ my fav color is pink :) ✎ massive hypefix on pokemon/pokepasta (gen 8 and galar SWEEPS) ✎ reuniclus's, inteleon's and strangled red steven's no.1 fan. ✎ crimsonoak (steven x daisy oak) and coffeeshipping (mike x bill) shippings' strongest soldier ✎ i LOVE colbreakz and pkmn ost ✎ DNI: AI 'artists', lolicon, proship, basic dni criteria

Since you write, can I ask you in the ask box to write your headcanons/interpretations on characters?

✎ OFC YOU CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i may not have much headcanons so ill try to make up some on the spot lol,,,,, ✎ requests i can do includes: headcanon AUs of characters (i may struggle on those that are not in pokemon/pokepasta), headcanons i have for YOUR (yes your :D) or my OCs, c.ai bot reqs etc.

Do you have any OCs?

✎ yeah i do, theyre my glitchy red ai, stevy ai and pokepasta oc :D (my ass dont have motivation to finish the pasta im writing for her sobs (oh and + my sona too lol (most of 'em are old art but whatevs)))

Any other places I can follow you on?

✎ twt: @//marxthedumdum ✎ discord and c.ai: marxkusthedumdum ✎ tumblr: you're here LMFAO ✎ thats it really, my insta's dead lol, im more active on twt and discord

errrrrrrrr, have fun diving and indulging in my cringy posts ig,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[wanderingblindly]

Hi dear Liquid! 🤍

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

Charlieeeeeeeee hi my love!!!! Thank you for asking <333

This is actually the one I was most nervous about, since I'm not entirely sure? I know I tend to write in sort of... simultaneously long yet disjointed sentences, and I'm a serial abuser of the em dash. The both give my fics an odd sort of flow, so maybe one of those!

I've never written anything anonymously, shoutout to my inability to write smut, but I do periodically wonder if anyone would guess it's me.

#oh god and the authorial abuse of italics #and fuck #I swear a lot in my personal life what can I say #THANK YOU FOR ASKING CHARLIE IYLSM!!!!!! #ask me :) #writing.txt

[runawaymarbles]

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

Characters constantly saying "uh/like/um" and cutting themselves off or changing direction mid-sentence. Abuse of the em dash. Smell is very rarely mentioned.

Writing ask meme

#I had to ask a lot of questions about the smell of eggs last time #it's not that I dislike sentences like 'she smelled like thunderstorms and pasta salad' it's just that it'd never occur to me #that's probably how you'll be able to tell if I've been replaced by a skrull #writing #op #writing ask meme

[fanfic-gallery]

Congrats ! <3 Do you think you could write Angst prompt 8 „Why would I ever want to be with you?“

for Shinobu Kocho? :>

Times have changed

✎ Shinobu x Reader

✎ “Why would I ever want to be with you.. ” You questioned, cold gaze clouding over hers, her lips twitching as her smile slowly falls a part..

✎ Tags: angst, gn! reader, one-sided love, unrequited love

: ̗̀➛ Manager's/Author's note: Painful, sheesh. Just a straight punch to the face—— you guys really know how to pick ‘em, huh?

“You like that witch- seriously.. ”

You never got your comrades. Why do they bash your crush of the next greatest demon slayer, the next insect hashira? Yes, you can say she’s harsher than that pretty face makes you believe, but hidden among the mist of hatred was a gentle soul. You discovered this side from a trip the the butterfly mansion one day, strolling through the gardens before catching the sight of Shinobu holding a smile to her lips when speaking to a young girl at her side.

“I assure you, she isn’t as terrifying as you think.. ” You huff and sigh, wasting all your breath to defend your one true love, or you wish was your one true love.

Despite wanting to slice the head off of anyone that insults the beauty of the demon slayer, you had been having tough weeks even trying to introduce yourself to her. Babbling incoherently, stuttering a bunch and leaving a lot of empty spaces between words. Shinobu was not one too kind to it, talking down to you and lecturing your form of speech when she has the time to even waste on you.

“k-Kocho-senpai!”

“..if you’re here to ask about lunch with me, I have some terrible news then.. ”

“Not at all! I- ac-actually.. ”

You shyly turned away, holding out a bouquet of wisteria flowers from behind your back. Shinobu couldn’t help but stare at the purple-pinkish drooping flowers. The shine swirling her pupils fading as she slowly raised her hand, slapping away the bouquet onto the ground.

Your eyes widen, watching the critters and tiny monsters of the animal kingdom sink into the petals, dust and dirt seeping into the colours, turning them hazy and dark. Gaze rolled back towards the demon slayer, body trembling at the look she held, absolutely steaming in anger.

“Do you take the demon slayers as some sort of joke to mess around?”

“n-NO NOT AT ALL!?”

“Well it sure SEEMS LIKE IT!?”

“I- I just wanted--”

“As a matter of the argument.. why would I ever want to be with the likes of you.. you never take anything seriously, always playing around with the other hunters, messing and meddling with me- it’s either you get yourself together or.. I’ll report you the the higher-ups.. they’ll have a fun day dealing with you.. ”

You froze. The feeling of the ground below you shattering like glass, ‘causing you to fall, fall, fall into the depths of despair, with nothing but the tainted bouquet you made with your own two hands. From that day onwards, you took her advice, you left your only friends behind in the dust, you stopped looking and talking to Shinobu.

Until.. 5 years later

“Take the young lady away right this instant, we don’t have much time.. ”

“Yes, my lord!”

Within the pitter-patter of the Kakushi, you stood, clothed hand gripping at your sword’s handle, glancing around the vicinity, watching your men work. Clouds passed and flown, moonlight shining brighter than ever as the scent of wisteria flooded your nostrils. 

“Oya? Y/N-san, what a coincidence~” You slid a side glance, the familiar colour of dark indigos and purple sending pricks at your skin. You lead the conversation to a silence, Shinobu followed along, only watching your helpers for a while before cracking up again.

“Have you ever wondered what you’ll do after Muzan is defeated, a world empty of demons, no needing the works of demon slayers anymore?”

“As in..?”

“Settling down, starting a family, living a long and peaceful life~”

“With you..?”

“Maybe..”

You glare back through the corners, that sickening smile that had haunted you for years on end, her face, her scent, her everything was just a reminder of your early grave. You sigh, taking a few steps forward, twirling around and drawing yourself close to her, lips almost grazing her tinted ears.

“..why would I ever want to be with you.. does this phrase ring any bells?”

You drew back, void-like eyes staring at her own hazy lilacs hues. That plastic smile of hers, slowly, bit by bit crumbling a part as her arms gave up on their strength. Gripping the hilt of your blade once again, you walked away, leaving the insect hashira with a small bid of goodbye.

Enough dilly-dallying, let’s get back to work, we are demon slayers, aren’t we?

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Next page?

#100+ special #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x y/n #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x you #kny x reader #kny x you #kny x y/n #shinobu kochō #shinobu kochou #shinobu #kny shinobu #demon slayer shinobu #kimetsu shinobu #shinobu x reader #shinobu x y/n #shinobu x you #kny kocho #shinobu kocho x reader

[fruitdaze]

✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest?

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest?

for easiest, i think either my latest fic for the winternight trilogy if not, winter because i wrote it in like 3 days (VERY FAST for me) or my wkx grief study the soft animal because i never got stuck in writer's block! hardest has definitely been my wangxian handmaiden au mountains, we met. i had to plan the plot around the base of the film, and i did a lot of research beforehand since it was a historical au! also it was like 80k, which is still my longest work to date and i don't know how i ever pulled that out of my brain actually

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

lately it's probably my deep seated aversion to just ending a sentence with a period.... always gotta be a comma or an em dash or a semi-colon instead... i would also like to think that my prose is becoming more recognizable (i love purple prose in books and for the past year-ish i've been experimenting with that in fic) but wishful thinking perhaps

fic ask game

#ty alex!!!! #inbox

[boxboxlewis]

✄ what’s your editing process?

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✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

✄ here!

✎ hmm well 1) i tend to title fics according to the same formula ("Sentence case line from a poem or song") and 2) i am hugely attached to writing dialogue as she is spoke so like lots of em dashes and hesitations and repetitions. so probably those are the actual tells. but the SECRET DREAM OF MY HEART is that someone might be like "this is both quite funny and emotionally affecting... can it be... Charlotte_Stant??!"

#and then EVERYBODY CLAPS etc #thank you for the ask!! #writing asks

[iobartach]

✎ : What is your favorite genre to write for in roleplay?

monday malarkey!!!

oh easily... action! and thus of course... supereheroes! 😅 heroes, villains, everything in between, i've kind of tried my hand at writing all sorts of characters at this point, and yet i still love coming back to muses where you could just as easily have 'em throw hands with someone as much as you could sit down and have long chats with them, you know? always makes for interesting stuff to me! :)

#munday #ooc #i just did a quick check and i've written for at least... 18 comic book chars? #not including manga? #that's... terrifying 😂 #not all got a tumblr blog tho!

[tahinnia]

✎ : What is your favorite genre to write for in roleplay?

✉ : What’s your favorite genre to read in roleplay?

✘ : Are there any genres you refuse to write for?

✎ : What is your favorite genre to write for in roleplay?

Nothing specific? But I can explain what I like!

I love anything that adds lore and development. Something that you can re-read, look back into. Something that really impacts the character in their "main SL's". This is also why I allow muse requests, I genuinely love to give people a chance to be able to experience actual character development bc this is actually really hard to find anymore. Especially with OC's. May it be for the muse to grow into a better person or grow into a villain.

However, I'm also really good with banter/slice-of-life/etc. I love silliness and chaos as well!

I also admit my obvious guilty pleasure is that I love to write smut and cute ships. Love me some hot kinky stuff that is just not meaningful and just not that deep. Just mindlessly mutually self-indulgent. (However, I also try to be careful and not get too stuck into this bc it sadly can also lead to people not treating me fairly & only see me as a smut writer.)

And believe it or not, as much as I can like a lil' drama or just mindlessly write cute ships just for fun (which is unfortunately also something I need to be careful with bc people are so quick to assume that I "ship chase" while I just am having fun with the other party consenting), my favorite ships are actually the type that super romantic and endearing... The Gomez Addams x Morticia Addams type of romance will always be #1. Especially when ship kids appear, develop, and grow up as well. I seriously root for this, actually! ♥

✉ : What’s your favorite genre to read in roleplay?

I like to add this first: I do read 'em in my breaks or when I just feel like it (even when I'm busy or should be sleeping lmao). I check on blogs manually, if I like them. I will try to ♥ as much as I can bc the attention is what will keep blogs alive. If you want (insert fandom) RP to STAY ALIVE on Tumblr, you kinda gotta motivate others. I also will search or even follow personal tags if the interest is very high so I can keep up much easier.

Anyway, what I like to read: My favorite canon x canon ships (some are rarepairs. I will definitely kinda fixate if it falls in my taste), fun(ny)/cute slice of life stuff, and anything that's like, really high-quality; fanfiction-esque/SL's. Like, I love to read stuff that's like something you'd typically search for on Ao3 or Wattpad!!

✘ : Are there any genres you refuse to write for?

I don't know how to be specific but I'll explain it in my own way: I'm open to a lot but I won't write stuff that's just way too problematic/questionable. It is obvious that I can write dark/heavy/serious themes. But I will NOT write Torture Porn/Trauma Porn, incest, pedo, necro, zoo, etc...

I want to be respectful/sensible and will do my best to be responsible. I want to refrain from portrayals that could harm marginalized groups/victims/etc and I also try to responsibly tag my content.

#☆)) ooc #☆)) askbox

[jesus-in-the-womb]

masterpost

masterlist for all my writes 18+ MINORS DNI!!

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ᰔᩚ- Fluff ☾- smut ☁︎︎- angst 𖠋- crack ⭒- my favorites!

✎ Stranger Things Wreks

✎ The Walking Dead Wreks

✎ Pedro Pascal Wreks

✧ Writers Quote Wednesday

Paula Hawkins - post

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CHARACTERS & PEOPLE I WRITE FOR

I will be taking requests for anyone your heart desires. Race, religion, and gender will not be deciding factors when I choose to write!!!!!

feel free to send requests!

Stranger Things-

Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Jonathon Byers, Jim Hopper, Robin Buckley.

The Walking Dead-

Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Negan, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Rhee, Rosita Espinosa, and more :)

The Maze Runner-

Thomas, Newt, Minho.

And their respective actors. I will also take requests for any character/actor (as long as I know who they are lol)

Lmk if y'all wan't some BTS... I kinda got out of my ARMY phase, but I'll forever love em...

#masterlist #masterpost #fanfiction #writes #stranger things fanfiction #requests are open #please give me something to write

[lame2882]

About Me ✎

Howdy! Welcome to my blog!

I'm not great at introductions. I've been here for... a good amount of years and I'm just barely getting around to introducing myself on here.

Anyway, Hi! I'm an artist and a writer and have chosen this blog as the vessel of my machinations.

Basics:

☆ I mostly go by Lame! But some other names I enjoy are Mel, Lochland, Castor, and Gayl (yes, I have characters with some of these names too)

☆ I'm trans masculine! Still figuring things out right now, but the pronouns I use are he/they/xe/xem/ae/aer as well as some others that I'll clarify later down the post!

☆ I am an adult! Still don't try anything sketchy tho. I am taken.

☆ Dissociated daydreamer

☆ Although I am a writer, I don't like telling stories through... writing. I love unconventional ways to tell stories like... comics and video games. Y'know, things I don't know how to do

☆ I will talk obsessively about my OCs and fictional worlds and you can't stop me

☆ I am obsessed with The Legend of Zelda and have my own fanon universe/timeline for it. Is it lore accurate? Absolutely not, but have you seen the canon timeline?

Hashtags:

#lame reposts is a hashtag that I put all of my reblogs under, just to keep things neat

#lame art is for all my art!

#out of canon shenanigans is for all my stuff that isn't canon to any of my stories. Ranges from random one-offs to whole aus, which will also be tagged respectfully

#in canon shenanigans is for all my stuff that is canon to any of my stories. Usually concept art or short stories

#Foranon is for everything related to my fantasy world Foranon, one of my main wips that I post about... a lot

#BoSZAU stands for Balance of Shadows Zelda AU. It's my Fanon Zelda Universe/Timeline... which is basically an alternate universe for Foranon

#TRTS stands for “To Rewrite The Stars�� which is a new wip about my persona Castor and his twin Pollux and how they navigate the world

#DTHS stands for Devil Towne High School, which is my interconnected universe of various wips. Most of the stories have been abandoned, but I might still use the hashtag from time to time for the stories that are still being worked on

I also have various hashtags for various OCs but we don't have time for all that. Just look up their names and you'll get it.

More information about me as well as where else to find me below the cut!

I'm trans masculine. I mostly use he/they pronouns, but have been doing some fuckery with neopronouns and even nounpronouns and they feel really nice so here's a full list of pronouns you can use for me!

☆He/Him

☆They/Them

☆Xe/Xem

☆Ae/Aer

☆Ey/Em

☆Star/Stars

☆Void/Voids

Please do not start discourse on my blog, thanks

I'm an artist and writer! I write original stuff, but the only stories I've actually managed to finish have been fanfics. I finished a whole trilogy of fanfics but can't focus long enough on my original stuff to finish anything.

I am an avid daydreamer and I often forget about my surroundings because of it and I feel bad because it makes me oblivious to a lot of things. A lot of my stories come from my daydreams.

One of these stories is Foranon! I'd love to give a synopsis on it, but there's literally so much that would need explaining that I don't have time to put it all down here. It's mostly just a worldbuilding project right now with a narrative worming its way through it. I'll have to make an infodump post about it and I'll link it here eventually. For now, take the blog I made for it that I never touch @foranongame

I also have Balance of Shadows! Which is one of the many fanfics I mentioned in the paragraph above. It's a Zelda AU where I decided to mess with the canon timeline into something I find cohesive. The characters in this AU are kinda the same in Foranon as Foranon is basically just me repurposing fan characters for something more original.

I'm also hoping to return to my story Ghost Freaks! Which is a comic I've been planning for 4-5 years now. I published the prologue of the comic back in 2020 and then motivation killed me so I never touched it again. Hoping to revamp it and start on it again soon! Again, have the blog I never touch @ghost-freaks-comic

I'm... not good at synopses.

Social Media

You can find all my social media on my carrd here

All my stuff is some variation of Lame2882 or Lame.2882

Interests

As said before, I'm obsessed with Legend of Zelda, but some other interests of mine are:

☆Omori

☆Little Nightmares

☆Pin Collecting

☆Danganronpa

☆Astronomy

☆Night in the Woods

☆ROTTMNT

☆Don't Starve

☆Sky: Children of the Light

☆Ghosts and other supernatural stuff

And I think that's all you really need to know about me! Feel free to say hi!

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