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analogwriting · 3 months

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ok I feel a bit weird sending in another message today, but the newest chapters put me in such a killer mood I wanted to read more for him

and I must say??? We need more killer writers pls 😔 I love oneshots, hcs, all that stuff, but where are my longfics??? not to complain (i am), but WHERE IS THE SLOWBURN??

ambrose you are a godsend fr fr… I get so picky with this kind of thing because sometimes i’ll say “Oh I don’t like slowburn THAT much” but the moment I find a good slowburn, I will eat that shit up. I will be HOOKED on my phone for hours at a time and let my work pile up because yeah, these fics have me forgetting I need to sleep

Wish I could give you all the kisses in the world because you really just spoil us with ur amazing writing… ive never felt so blessed by an author before cuz the way the slowburn is so agonizing it has me ripping apart my lungs, my heart aching, myself going insane… I live for it.

Respect to you and other slowburn authors, cuz it takes a lot of work to write one… I always find other law or killer fics and the relationships always feel so rushed 😔 please, law and killer are such slowburn potential characters and i hate to see them act so impulsive in other works. I love how u write tho. So so so much. everything is so slow and i love it

(one day I’ll get to reading your law fanfic…hopefully this weekend)

anyways, me 🤝 number 1 kese hater, next chapters are rlly gonna get me 😭

-long rants anon

first of all, don't feel weird. I love getting asks, replies, or anything. no matter how many times. I eat that shit UP ✋✋

second, FKSKFKEKOD???? got me ugly crying on main frfr with this ask. i literally called my bsf crying 💀 you're so fucking sweet??? im just a funky little guy that had a few dreams and decided to write em out bc fuck it and to know that people are enjoying it that much is so insane to me 😭😭😭

im a sucker for slowburn and would eat that shit for breakfast lunch and dinner if I could. i just never really found it of my favorite characters so i was like "dammit if i want this shit gonna have to make it myself ig" i always felt like the law stories kinda happened to fast as well and i wanted some PINING. and then when I started my killer fic, there was hardly any killer content in general. there seems to be a surge in content for him tho which I am forever excited about my mans deserves it.

like the last time I wrote fanfiction it was a decade ago when I was first starting off high school. (not counting rps n shit with friends that continued forever)

never in a million years did i know people would enjoy it as much as they are and that shit makes me so unbelievably happy. like y'all have no idea. when i say i be giggling and kicking my feet n shit I MEAN IT

like this is me every time I get y'all's comments n shit. like I be giggling and just glowing all day. (it's partially why I just kept the trend of posting updates at night so I can wake up to them nice messages 💅 start the day off RIGHT)

like my head is reeling from this ask and im on cloud nine frfr. you are so fucking sweet and i just want to tuck you in my pocket and keep you safe. like FJSKDKDKS I'm going to be thinking about this all day and probably the rest of the week if not forever 😭😭😭

but seriously, from the bottom of my soul, thank you for this. shit makes my year frfr. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

#hopefully you like my law one as much as you like my killer one #that one is deffo crazy and it feels like a fever dream at this point #like i still cant believe i wrote it #and im going to feel that way when i finish the killer fic too #good thing ive got like a million more for the both of them #but i think i might write for cora next bc i dont see too much content with him either #but serious from the bottom of my heart thank you #am answers

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jaarijani · 6 months

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Käärijä Antwerp gig recap!!!

I HAVE THOUGHTS of course i do i dont shut the hell up ever you should know this about me by now

i arrived there at around 9 am bc of train delays but there were only 10 people there then and for the longest time it was just the 15 of us so 15 gang ily sm!!! i loved sitting and chatting with all of you you made those 10+ hours go by SO FAST ❤️❤️❤️

the tour bus arrived at around 12ish and we all stood around for a while until they finally came out

häärijä BEELINED to Ed, ignoring us completely, it was so funny

he was so sweet oh my god i love him 💛

while he distracted us Jere sneaked off the bus

as Jere walked back to the bus i saw him wave so i waved back and he came over to say hi!!! right in front of me!!! he was so sweet too 😭💚

you cannot comprehend how beautiful this man is irl oh my god

sidenote: he was SO surprised some of us woke up super early to travel all the way from the Netherlands

people started giving gifts and asking for pics and he said to form a line so we could all have a pic and he called himself santa claus lmao

i have the forbidden knowledge of Jeres height as he's exactly as tall as me 😈

OKAY THE ACTUAL GIG

it was so amazing???

his energy is so good and the audience matched him SO well today

he was CLEARLY feeling so much better today he was so happy and smiley and he seemed genuinely surprised by how crazy we were

we chanted käärijä after almost every song

VOITTAJA CHANT

i blacked out during hirttää kinni???? it was so good and its my fav at he moment and suddenly we were done??? no wait take me back

he talked about huhhahhei and said "when two guys go on a love boat together" paraphrasing but sIR!!!

AND THEN he did a whole bit about bojan again? he sang a little song wondering where he was and that he misses him and JERE PLEASE I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE

i have a video of this btw

Emilia fucking SLAPPED icip again holy shit she matched his energy perfectly

i feel like he didnt want to go again!!! he just stayed and talked about doing what you love and being true to youself WHILE the reggae mix was playing

it was so fun so good i had an amazing time 💚💚💚💚💚 and am low key considering going to finland next year

also shout out to Ed @submariini and his amazing Häärijadar bc we share the same birthday??!!!! october 29 babeyy

#käärijä #jere pöyhönen #antwerpen gig #also shout out to goose for hooking me up with a VERY last minute sleeping spot!!! i owe u my life #i dont know your tumblr tho i apologise #but everyone was genuinely so sweet and nice and the queue was great!!!#we wrote down numbers and emilia herded us like cattle it was great #there were some guys trying to cut the line but we just. werent having it.#no i did not wake up at 4 for you to just cut in line and take a spot #gtfo #also jere gives the best hugs :)#and jesse was SO DONE w/ our bullshit cheering for him hdbdbshd i am not sorry youre doing great sweetie ❤️#im still hopped up on adrenaline but im going to try to get some sleep #i still cant believe this was real #good night yall it was great ❤️#mine #mine*

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bright-eyes-strawberry-lies · 1 year

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Maybe we'll get lucky and this Valentine's Day, Rick will send Nico and Percy back to Venice.

They'll be "gift shopping for Annabeth" and something will catch Nico's eye but he won't say anything. Then, outside the shop, in the snow and the quiet, Percy will drop something in Nico's hand it will be the trinket Nico was eyeing. He'll say something stupid like "Funny how it was snowing when we met and it's snowing now. That seems so long ago. I'm so glad that I know you, Nico. You mean so much to me."

And Rick will forget to add the 'platonically' because Percy already said that gifts mean nothing compared to a great relationship while looking into Nico's eyes on the streets of Venice.

So Nico - who has already told Percy while they were 'Christmas shopping for Annabeth' that Italians do it better - will be like, "Percy, you're the most important person in my life and being with you makes me happy in a way no one else does. I am great at riding dick btw."

And Percy will laugh fondly then say something like "I wonder what we're going to do for the rest of the day." He'll take Nico's arm in his with a smitten smile, then they'll dissolve into shadows (fade to black).

Finally, Rick will tag it: #Perc@bethValentines

#riordanverse #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson series #nico di angelo #percico #idk if it snows in venice in february but I feel like it might #still cant believe that christmas fic Rick wrote

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lollytea · 1 year

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Hunter "I can fix her" Noceda

#i wrote like two fics about willow being fucked up and hunter trying his best #still cant believe its a canon thing now

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writingbrainrot · 5 days

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Seriously listen to yourself when your internal organs are screaming out for help

#just wrote this in the tags #but it deserves its own bit #this applies primarily to guts. uteruses. butts and brains. the most ignored organs out there. your skin too!#like in my faith/belief/magick i believe i can speak to my cells #i still suck at listening to my body #so this goes quadruple if you cant speak to your cells

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alsaurus-loves-dean · 6 months

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#last month i wrote some tags about how i needed to leave my nails alone because i was getting extensions #in the hopes that i would finally stop biting my nails after doing it almost my whole life #well it FUCKING WORKED #i got gel x tips and i loved them sooooo much #but they kept coming off because i have to do so much with my hands especially in water lol #and i have tiny fingers too so the sizes she had weren't quite right #she redid the ones that came off for free for the whole three weeks i wore them!#so i bought her some new tips in tiny person sizes as a thank you lol #for her to use on other clients tho because she recommended this gel overlay system she likes #I've been wearing it for like a week and a half and they are still FLAWLESS #so I'm never going back to anything else lol i'm going to keep getting these pretty much forevwr #but anyway the important part is. that i no longer put my fingers in my mouth to destroy my nails and cuticles #i have real grownup hands now and it's AMAZING #my nail plate is reattaching to my nail bed!!!! like the bed is getting longer #they'll eventually reach the actual tips of my fingers the way theyre supposed to 😍#and the gel keeps the nails hard and almost fucking unbreakable #i had to replace my compulsion to bite/chew with the compulsion to apply cuticle oil lol but it's SO WORTH IT #i look at pictures of how my hands used to look just two months ago and i cant fucking believe i lived that way for DECADES #and i guess this is especially significant for me because my hands have always been a source of shame #not just because my nails were fucking gross and fucked up. but because i have TINY HANDS #like really small hands. not proportionate to my body. AT ALL #especially when i put my hands near my head because i have a slightly larger than average head lmaooo #and my fingers are very thin and just. i have small hands. very weak.#i cant even snap my fingers and make a sound #(do NOT instruct me. i know how to do it. i have been trying my whole life. its not physically possible for my fingers to make that sound)#so having nice nails really fucking helps me 🥹#like i can be proud of my hands even if theyre small #and i dont feel the need to hide them anymore

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oathkeeperoxas · 1 year

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I love it when I enter a new fandom and everyone there is so so so much smarter than me and has already written the fic I would write so I 1) can simply Enjoy it and 2) don't have the learn jack shit about how the us army works

#dont worry i dont think this is a forever fandom but i am enjoying my stay very much #how are fic writers so talented!!! who gave them permission!!!#also i am learning about the us army by osmosis whilw tearinh through all these fics and already have done 4 wikipedia dives rip #but its not for fic purposes but i still know more than last week #anyway. cant believe i fell for another general/commander ship #embarrassing. one time is chance but two times is a pattern #at three times its just like. THE trope i like in my pairings #surely i can get hot about the power dynamic in some other way where theyre not in the military augh #also if this ohase lasts any longer the temptation to write a codywan top gun au WILL spiral out of control and i dont need another #long fic on my hands so um. hopefully the winds change soon #that being said why is there no in depth military jargon codywan fic smh pls someone else wrote it before im forced to #personal

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vaya-writes · 2 years

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The Wyvern's Bride - Part 1.9

When Adalyn gets sacrificed to the local wyvern, she’s a little annoyed and a lot terrified. Upon meeting the wyvern, she discovers that he’s not particularly interested in eating people, and mostly wants to be left alone. In a plot to save himself from the responsibilities his family keep pushing on him, Slate names Adalyn as his human Envoy, and tasks her with finding him a wife.

Cis female human x cic male wyvern. Still SFW but conversation is getting increasingly explicit. Content warnings - discussion of monster genitalia and drugs (potions tho). 1500 words.

The night before the trials is a hot one, uncharacteristic of the cooling season. Sweating and uncomfortable, Adalyn is unable to sleep, tossing and turning late into the night. She likely would have struggled regardless of temperature, but it’s easier for her to pretend that the humidity is the reason behind her nerves.

When the moon is high enough in the sky to peek through her window, she grows agitated, and stumbles downstairs to brew some tea. If it were to be a restless night she might as well enjoy it as best as she could.

Drink in hand, she steps out the back door to her little garden and its accompanying table. It’s cramped and small, and the garden is naught but two raised beds, but it calms her all the same.

The goat tied to her back fence stirs at her arrival, and she scowls in its direction. It had chewed through a portion of her garden when it arrived this morning, and Adalyn would be glad to be rid of it.

Somehow, she’s not surprised when the shadow peels away from the sky, shrinking and twisting until Slate stands before her in his human form.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” The words are jovial, reminiscent, but his tone is subdued.

Clad in just her night gown, without another soul in sight and only the sound of wind through the grass and leaves, she smiles at his words, referencing their first encounter.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

He gestures to the seat across from her and she nods her permission before he slumps into it and lets out a sigh. “Neither.”

Her smile turns coy. “Cold feet?”

“What?”

“Pre-wedding nerves? Thinking about backing out?”

He huffs. “No. I just can’t stop thinking over the details. The candidates. The new woman. Keeping the clan entertained while Matron tests them. The meal plan for the evening. Damn seating arrangements. How I’m going to sit through what is essentially a gang bang the night before my own wedding.”

“You do find it strange!” she almost laughs.

“No!” He defends himself. “I just... we’ve not had an interspecies marriage in the family since... Ancestors, the only one in the past five centuries was probably Rin’s mother. I’ve never attended an event like this. Let alone been a focal point of one.”

She rolls her eyes. “This particular event isn’t really about you, though, is it? I’m pretty sure you only have to worry about one of those things you listed.”

“I know, I know.” He shifts uncomfortably. “I just... can’t get out of my own head.”

Adalyn sips her tea, and something settles within her. Perhaps seeing Slate so comparatively unnerved is grounding. “Get it out in the air then. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

Slate shifts and looks around, as if unsure where to start.

“You garden?”

She’s taken aback by the mundane topic. After a beat she recovers. “Yeah. Herbs mostly. I get my produce from the market, but it’s nice to have fresh seasoning.”

“They look like flowers.”

She nods. “Some of them flower. But I’ve only got so much time and space. I have to be practical about what I plant.”

His leg begins to bounce as he processes the information, before his thoughts go elsewhere. He crosses, then uncrosses his arms. “Tell me about Gwen.”

“You know about Gwen.”

“Tell me again.”

She puts down the mug and leans back. “Our last candidate. Slipped through in the fourth interview. Semi-literate but mostly just chosen because of her cooking.”

“What do you know about her?”

Adalyn shrugs. “She didn’t say why she joined. Just that she was here of her own accord. I didn’t really pry. We haven’t had the time, either.”

If she’s being honest, Adalyn had stopped caring. Had stopped learning about Lindel and Grace and Erah. Hadn’t bothered getting to know Gwen. In a day’s time they’d be gone - there seemed almost no point in learning more about them. And she wouldn’t admit it, not even to herself, but she felt quite bitter acting as envoy; getting to know Slate on their behalf and advising them on his culture when they hadn’t bothered to ask their own questions.

“How do you think they’ll do in the trials?”

She shrugs, the sense of calm spreading. “I can’t control what happens in the first test. Grace should pass. The others could scrape by. Then there’s the catering. I imagine they can stick to the meal plan, but there’re going to be gaps in their timing and their team work. It was the right move choosing so few courses. While your family will get their dinner, I have no idea how the Matron will grade them. All I can do is make sure your family gets fed, and that the women don’t fail too spectacularly.” She frowns. “You got my deliveries?”

“Yes. The recipes have been amended and the casks are ready for opening.”

“There’s also that one,” Adalyn jerks her chin to the goat. “A gift to your Elder Gabbro. I don’t know if it should be served alive or not, but it’s from the best breeder in the valley. Meat is supposed to be ridiculously tender.”

“Huh,” Slate murmurs. “Aren’t you full of surprises.”

“I intend to please.”

He stares at the garden menace thoughtfully. “I’ll ensure it’s delivered.”

“Anyway, as for your third test, I’m afraid I can’t offer any insight. I’ve no idea how the women will do.”

“That I can help with. I spent all morning at the fire making potions to help. Sedatives made from drider venom – do not ask me how I acquired that. Pain killers and medicines. I even traded for naga saliva – it can make an excellent aphrodisiac. And every combination between.”

Adalyn hides a smile at the wyvern’s exposition. She’s not sure if it’s enthusiasm for his craft or nerves over the situation, but listening to Slate ramble is almost cute.

He stops abruptly, catching himself mid thought. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to bore you.”

She gives him one of her genuine smiles. “Not at all. I asked you to speak, remember?”

“Oh. Uh,” he runs his hand through his hair, able to look anywhere but at her face. “Right.”

She takes pity on him, and speaks to spare his nerves. “I’ll make sure the ladies know their options.”

Relief crosses his features and the pair sit in silence again.

A thought occurs to her. “You know, I never asked. How is the last trial judged, anyway?”

He looks a bit sheepish. “It’s probably the simplest. Any participants who make it to sunrise, fully conscious and without withdrawing consent, pass.”

She frowns. “That doesn’t sound difficult.”

He pursues his lips. “Sure. If you pace yourself with a single partner. Or a human one.”

“I’ll concede that multiple partners would be tiring,” she matches his expression. “But does going into rut really make you that insatiable?”

He looks away to grumble. “That and our hemis.”

“And your what?”

He frowns. “You know. My-” he gestures to his crotch.

It’s too late in the evening for Adalyn to bother being polite, and she’s too tired not to mince words. “Your monster cock?”

He splutters, and she wished she’d shared her drink with him just to see him spit.

He takes a moment to recover. “Fine. Yes. My monster cocks.” Hand over his eyes, he sighs.

“...plural?”

There’s a moment of silence, before he lowers his hand, brow furrowed at her. “Yes, plural?”

The quiet is strained this time, and Slate watches Adalyn process the information before his eyes widen. “You mean, you didn’t know?”

“Why would I know?!”

Adalyn is desperately trying to make heads from tails of the new revelation, hands steepled before her face, when Slate tips back his head to laugh.

Her shock dissipates at the sound, and something in her warms. It’s the first time she’s heard him laugh, unrestrained.

“I guess this was one of the cultural differences we were meant to iron out,” he says, slightly breathless.

Adalyn lets out a sigh and puts her face in her hands, before shaking with her own quiet laughter. “Yeah, I guess it was.”

They fall into a companionable quiet once the laughter lulls into snickers, and eventually subsides into silence. Lost in their thoughts the pair sit, until the sounds of stirring from a neighbouring house bring them back to the present.

Adalyn stands. “You should get some sleep.”

“So should you.”

“Yeah.”

After a beat Slate stands. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Subdued once more, she gives him a small smile. “I’ll see you then.”

END OF PART 1 !!!!! Like, I'm writing more immediately, but it's time for a new arc baybeee. Let me feel your hype :D

#the wyvern's bride #tetaro #monster romance #vaya writes #my writing #cant believe i wrote a whole portion and edited and posted in one day #as a treat #okay its 1500 words but it was still a whole scene on my scene plan list #please give me the comments and tags and validation i crave themmmmm #also the monster cock was not planned #literally everything else in this scene was planned #but the characters were like SURPRISE! WE ARE DISCUSSING THIS NOW #imma bow out now

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lawlietscaramels · 2 months

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hey PSA no matter if I have 10 followers or 10 thousand I love all of them and will always do my best to interact and thank them and not make them feel little or judged or ignored because I know you guys have amazing ideas and creations and I love it all, I simply cannot follow more than a few people without getting overwhelmed

#read tags for more #i was just thinking how i respond to people messaging me and @ ing me and stuff and comparing it to insta #where most people don't even allow non mutuals to message and if they do just react eith an emoji and call it a day #give really dismissive remarks even if you give them fanart - this isnt everyone but still #i really feel this sense of “oh my god! i cant believe my stuff had an impact! i inspired someone - someone wants to talk to me!” etc #and seeing things like @/dicenote s singing of a song i wrote is stuff i never ever forget it has a place in my heart #i genuinely would be following many more people if it didnt drain me to use social media for so long #to be completely honest i look through my follower's accounts to see what you guys are up to.. i love you all... im very anxious is all #do i hide it well #lei chats

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ghostcrows · 1 year

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They have got to fucking add bulk crafting to acnh it is ridiculous that they haven't like that is one of the most basic crafting qol mechanics possible. I'm really hoping in general that we might get at least one more major update..it could happen I mean look at the welcome amiibo update and how long after the game came out they released that

#so many little tweaks they still could give this game #like LITTLE things like give us back the acnl fruit trees lychees and lemons #maybe consider making golden tools unbreakable lmaooo #we barely got any new villagers or a new species or a new personality type #which isnt totally surprising bc it took them 4 games before we had that but yk #i really wanted there to be like a bunch more villagers it felt appropriate #maybe dont make us have to unlock k.k. aughfhdg i think thats so dumbbbb #defeats the whole point he was never like an omg celeb his whole thing was like fuck the industry im chillin #improve the letter AI i cant fucking believe they havent even tried to do that when we HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY #all you have to fucking even do is make them recognize some keywords or somethinggggg #like oh they wrote about fruit i know fruit. oh they said shirt i like shirts. EZ

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widevibratobitch · 6 months

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need to reread dorian gray... basil hallward my beautiful faggot girlfriend i miss you so much

#gave my mother my annotated copy with my own translations and notes about the og uncensored version #and i can tell she doesnt really and is very apprehensive of this book cause yknow she's ✨not homophobic✨ but asked me before she started #doesn't really like it*#if the gayness of this book is very in-your-face cause she's not interested in reading some cheesy gay romance #and like :/ girl. ive been obsessed with wilde for years and i was truly insane about him when we were still living together #is this what you think of me?#you think i only like his works because he was gay and only ever wrote 19th century equivalent of a Y/A gay romance booktok books?#ngl this actually did hurt me a little. its like 'yeah i wanna read more classics and ill take your recommendations as long as they're not #Too Gay(tm)'...#idk. just made me feel a little sad ig. those tiny glimpses of how people really see you no matter how nice they are about it.#homosexual undertones are childish and immature ig and not an actual element of serious literature analysis 💁‍♀️#cant believe my own mother hit me with a 'homoerotic subtext ruins the dramaturgical interpretation' 😭

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0rionz-belt · 9 months

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I don’t know how to explain that I’m not me in a way anyone can fully comprehend. I’m so tired.

#vent #I can’t just keep saying all of this stuff again. but I’m going to.#I look back on my life and it feels like I’m remembering scenes from my favorite movie.#or better yet. you know how if you tell someone something enough they eventually believe it? like in criminal justice shit?#I look back. and it feels like that wasn’t me. but they’re my memories. somehow.#this is the same body. same brain. same voice.#but I can’t remember more than an audience would. I’ll never know what I was thinking. how my brain worked.#and I can’t help but wonder if I’m still seeing my life like that. if I’m exaggerating everything.#if I’m exaggerating how amazing I really was.#I spend every day of my fucking life mourning over what I perceived myself to be.#because back then? back then I was building the skills needed to be a person in this world.#everything feels fucking broken with me. I’m in so much anguish.#I miss being a person more than anything.#I feel so horrible. not just for everything I’ve done but for everyone I’ve met. for my friends.#I feel like I’ve let everyone down. No one understands just how true that actually is.#If you could see the life I lost you would think I let you down too. I guarantee it.#this is the worst death one can have. Everyone loses the you they know. But you still have a body and brain that has to face the aftermath.#I’ve been in agony for so long. so much of me is dead. I just pray that the rest of me goes painlessly.#cant believe I wrote this shit listening to a song from the god damn doll movie

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missmouse25 · 2 years

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Me again 😂

Can you write something where the reader (you can call her Louise that’s my name hahah) and Max F are very close best friend and it’s one of them birthday, we can say that is the reader birthday and them and their friends are all going out for the night and the night ends with Max and the reader making out on the dance floor (but that’s not the first time because every time they are drunk they kiss and sometimes more). The day after they both wake up and decided that maybe be they should take a step further to their relationship

Thankkk you again :)

Hi friend... 😬 sorry that your asks are taking so long but! im back into my writing now so they should be coming soonish (not making any guesses as to when though) please enjoy ❤️

Drunk on You - Max Fewtrell

gender neutral first person pov // 1034 words // minor warning for drunk reader, that's it really.

--- The day had been wild already and I knew it would only get wilder as the sun set. My phone hadn’t stopped beeping or ringing since I woke up; there are only so many ways you can reply to a ‘happy birthday’ message and I think I’d used all of them.

I stood in front of my wardrobe, not getting any further than I had since I started five minutes ago, when my phone buzzed once more.

‘Hey. I heard a rumour that today is a special day or something 😏happy birthday. I’m sure it’s only just starting to get good though. See you later.’

Involuntarily, my eyes rolled as I read Max’s message because he wasn’t wrong. If he was going to the club with us later; I knew exactly how that was going to end and I wasn’t going to stop it.

~ The bass thumped through my body. In the middle of the club, my friends and I danced to our hearts content, downing another drink and generally not caring about anyone or anything else. But in the tiny part of my brain that was still thinking clearly, I was caring, continuously glancing at the entrance hoping that he’d show up already.

‘He’s not your boyfriend, stop thinking about him and enjoy yourself!’

But no sooner had I thought that when a hand slipped around my waist and a voice in my ear.

“Having a good time?”

I didn’t need to look to know it was Max: that flirty voice would be the death of me one day.

“Took you long enough to get here,” I retorted, continuing to dance.

I tried to move away from him, knowing it was a tease, but he was faster and pulled me flush against him. His hands slid down onto my hips, holding me tightly.

“Don’t run away so fast, I haven’t given you your present yet.”

Even through the hazy air of the night club, his eyes shone and he flashed a naughty smile. We both knew what he was going to do but the game was half of the fun.

“A present? I don’t see any gifts?”

“It’s not a gift you can open… You have to close your eyes and I’ll give it to you.”

With an exaggerated sigh, I did as Max said but for a moment nothing happened. The music kept playing, the people kept dancing. The space between us stayed exactly the same.

‘Why is he hesitating?’

Then his lips found mine. He was gentle but hungry, and it didn’t take long before I was pulling him into the shadowy corners of the club to take it a bit further. It always felt good having his hands on my body, his breath on the skin of my neck.

But when the night was over and I found myself at home, I knew I felt different somehow. Something had changed between Max and I. My head was still too floaty to figure it out. I fell into an uneasy sleep.

~ It was midday by the time I crawled out of my bed, the remnants of my hangover clinging to me like Cinderella’s rags after the ball. I splashed some cold water on my face and I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, seeing the marks from where Max had been last night.

“Is this all our relationship is?” I asked no one. “Just quick hook-ups in night clubs for special occasions?”

I caught my own eye in the reflection and my expression told me everything I needed to know.

I had only just gotten my first cup of something warm when Max came into the café. He still had dark circles under his eyes and his hair had been hastily brushed but he still looked good.

“Hey,” he said, sitting down opposite me.

“Hey.”

Max ordered his coffee before looking at me.

“What do you wanna talk about?”

He asked it so casually and not as if our whole relationship was about to change – for better or for worse.

“Max, you’ve been my friend for a long time now. You’re one of my closest friends. But I can’t keep going on like we are,” I said as I fiddled with the handle of my mug. “Either we’re friends and we act like friends, or we’re more than friends but then it has to be serious. It has to be real. I can’t keep doing what we did last night because…”

Taking a deep breath, I gathered all the strength I could muster.

“Because I want to be more than that. I want us to be more but if you don’t want it then we have to stop doing what we’ve been doing.”

The sounds of the people around us was almost deafening. Every clink of a spoon. Every buzz from the coffee grinder. It all sounded too loud in the silence between us.

“You’re right.”

Max’s words take me by surprise. Of all the things he could’ve said, I wasn’t expecting it to be that.

“You’re right, we can’t keep doing what we’re doing. I don’t want to.”

‘That’s why he hesitated last night.’ I thought. ‘He doesn’t want to do this at all. This is the end of us.’

I looked down at my drink letting his words wash over me and accepting my fate. That was until Max gently took my hand in his own.

“I’ve wanted to be more for a while now but I thought that you didn’t. I nearly didn’t go to the club last night and even when I was there… I wanted it to be different. But I was willing to do it if it meant I got to have you in any kind of way.”

It was taking time for my brain to process.

“Max, what are you saying?”

This time, it was him who sighed dramatically, before he smiled.

“I want to be with you properly. I want to be your boyfriend,” he said. “If you’ll let me.”

My mouth turned up and I felt my cheeks grow warm.

“This is a much better birthday present than last night.”

We laughed quietly as we began something new together.

#cant believe i wrote this in a day #i mean its not shakespeare but like still #feeling good about finally getting these out into the world #max fewtrell fanfic #max fewtrell x reader #Mouse Writes #ThatKindaVibe

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Walls and Friends

Everyone hits a wall.Sometimes, the wall is very big, and visible from very far away. Big walls that you can see from far away give you time to figure out how to go around them. And if they don’t, you still have the time to build tools to climb over them, or dig through them.Sometimes the wall is very small, but catches you off-guard. It doesn’t take a lot to get around or over or through a small wall, but you’re not expecting a wall until the last second, and you don’t have any tools ready. Annoying, but at least small enough to deal with easily enough.

And sometimes, the wall is invisible.You don’t know a wall is coming until you run into it face first. You don’t know how big it is, or whether there’s a path around it. You don’t know what material it’s made of, so you don’t know what kind of tool would be best to climb it, or dig through it. Invisible walls were a pain in the keister.Especially since anyone else would just tell you to walk forward, because they couldn’t see the wall. Some people didn’t know about invisible walls, and thought other people just didn’t feel like moving on. Dealing with people who didn’t believe in invisible walls was almost more infuriating than the invisible walls.

Lamina had hit an invisible wall.It wasn’t the first time they had hit a wall, not even the first invisible one. That did not make it any more pleasant to smack into one face first.They had been focused on a wall in the distance - a big but very visible wall, made of a few different materials. A wall of Work, coming in their path soon in various forms, and needing various tools. Lamina had been crafting the tools to deal with the big Work wall.

And then they’d gotten cold-clocked by an invisible wall.It had knocked them from the sky, and the fall to the ground had hurt them a lot. Getting up would be a lot of work before they could even start trying to deal with either of the walls.And so for a bit, Lamina just lay there in the dirt, coughing blood with limbs akimbo, wishing that the wall wasn’t there.

A soft rustling sound from behind Lamina made them slowly turn their head. It was hard to see through the dirt on their glasses.Something poked at their glasses, fuzzy and bright, and when it pulled back there was a little less dirt on their glasses.In front of them sat a pig, wearing a crown that was too big and had fallen upside-down around its neck. It bore two balls of red and green, the same shades as Lamina wore.This pig was a friend, Boon. Lamina and Boon had been friends for a long time, and even though they didn’t talk as much as they used to, Lamina was happy to see Boon again.

Boon sat back on its haunches, cleared its throat, and started shaking the balls - pom-poms.“Ra! Ra! Sis-boom-ba! You can do it, La-mi-na!” The voice was rough and low for a pig, and a little silly in the way one sounds when one doesn’t care about sounding silly.It waved the pom-poms high, and it waved the pom-poms low, and it waved the pom-poms so strongly it nearly fell backwards.“Ra! Ra! Sis-boom-ba! You can do it, La-mi-na!”

Lamina stared at Boon.Boon stared at Lamina, and shook the pom-poms again.They both began to laugh.

And then Boon set the pom-poms down, and grabbed Lamina’s collar with its teeth. It gently helped Lamina roll back into a position that was a little more comfortable, laying down next to it.“Hit a wall?" Lamina nodded, sighing. "Want to draw. But I have to get past the Work wall, and there’s another one in the way.”Boon nodded solemnly. “Invisible. Hit a lot of those myself.”“How did you deal with them?”Boon’s piggy lips tilted back in a smile. “Got help. A lot of it from you.”

Lamina looked over at Boon. Boon looked back.“A lot of the days I was writing, I hit my own walls. But I would look through it, and see you waiting on the other side. And you were always so happy to see me that I just had to make it through the wall. And sometimes, you would help me through it, seeing things I couldn’t.”It was true. It felt like a long time ago, and no time at all.

“So whenever you want to get up,” Boon said, stretching and wiggling back onto its feet, “and take another crack at the wall, I’ll be here. You can lay down for a bit if you want, though - you hit it pretty hard. And I can wait.”Lamina watched the pig pick up the pom-poms again, brushing the dirt off them. Boon looked back, and wiggled them.“Ra! Ra! Sis-boom-ba! You can do it, La-mi-na!”

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aka ur little drawing inspires me as always, and i’ll help you with any walls I can, even if all i can do is pom-pom

#submission #what if i just never recover from this #there are actual tears in my eyes #how the fuck are you able to write amazing shit like this so casually at the drop of a hat #youre so fuckin talented!!!!!!#i really did hit an invisible wall #thought i was ready for it !! very much was not #i love the way you do descriptions #everyone seems to always hit a wall around you until you hit a wall yourself and you watch everyone around you pass through like its nothing #i cant believe we didnt meet that long ago! it feels like ive known you for so many years!!!#there is so much care in this. i can hug this close n love oozes from this like a sponge #m so glad i have you as a friend!! i really needed this #ra! ra! sis-boom-ba! i can do it LA-MI-NA!#<- that is going ot be my war cry for now on whenever i need to get something done thank you i love it #this it so good i still cant believe you wrote this for me #thank you!!!!!!! \^~^/#ALSO!!!! I DID THE MAIN BULK OF THE WORK RIGHT AFTER YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT!!!!!!!#IT WASNT EVEN THAT HARD!!!! I WAS JUST DREADING IT SO BAD BECAUSE I HATED THE SUBJECT MATERIAL #THANK YOU!!!!! THANK YOU INFINITY TIMES OVER!! IF I HADNT I PROBABLY WOULD'VE RAN OUT OF TIME DOING IT LATER AND MESSED IT UP #BOON YOURE THE FUCKING BEST N YOU DESERVE THE BEST #M TREASURING THIS FOREVER I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT

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