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incognit0slut · 16 hours
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LOUUU NEW UDATE HE’S ALSO IN LA
RIGHT NOW?!!! DON’T GET MY HOPES UP I DON’T WANT TO BE DISAPPOINTED💔💔
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moldycantaloupe · 1 month
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Hey! If it isnt too late could I request a mix of/either 14 or 32 from that list with Raindrop? (Or honestly, any of them with Raindrop. They all work too well.) Thank you 😍
I got... a little carried away with this one. But from prompts list 14/32, here's 1040 words of Dewdrop and newly summoned Rain getting it on for the first time. Can be read as t4t or not, I couldn't make up my mind of what to do
Cw for weed usage, slight slight exhibitionism.
Rain’s summoning was nothing short of chaos, but through it they only had eyes on the fiery demon that stood ten paces away from them, staring at them with wary eyes. They didn’t know what the look meant at the time, but now they looked back at the day and recognized the fear. The hesitation. 
They had done their damndest to buddy up with Dew, but were consistently met with a cold shoulder or bared teeth. The day that Dew had looked them up and down before nodding to just practicing together was the day their confidence began to bloom. Dew had actually regarded them, and what more could they want?
A couple months later and everyone knew the two were dancing around each other, trying to figure out who would initiate anything first. Dew was lounging on the couch in the commons room when Rain snuck behind and tapped his shoulder. He hummed in acknowledgement and glanced behind, sharing a smug smile with Rain when they shook a tin they definitely did not steal from Swiss’ stash. They’d replace it later, they figured. Dew stood from the couch and with one glance behind him, snuck away with Rain to the lake.
They had shared a joint back and forth with each other on the lakeside dock, giggling about anything that was even remotely funny. Or even if it wasn’t funny, they were giggling to each other. Rain was blissed out and higher than they’ve ever been, propped up by their elbows, feet and tail dangling in the water. Dew was sitting cross legged next to him, smoking the last of the joint before dumping it into the lake.
“Dew,” Rain grumbled, their tail lashing out of the water to hit his shin. He cackled.
“Biodegradable, Rainy.” Dew kicked their tail away. “It’s from Mountain, everything from Mountain is biodegradable.”
“You still shouldn’t do that, the fish could burn.” Rain looked up at him with a pout, causing him to sputter out a laugh.
Rain lifted themselves until they were sat up, eyes wide. “What the fuck is so funny?”
“The fish could burn,” Dew echoed, another round of laughter leaving him, “that’s fucking awesome!”
“Dew!” Rain lifted their tail to slap his forearm, leaving a wet mess behind. “I’m serious!”
“You’re serious!” Dew fell down onto the dock as he continued to cackle at them. Rain’s pout furthered and they brought their feet out of the water, crawling over to hover above him.
“That’s not funny!” They grabbed his hand that was trying to smack them away, lifting it above his head. He continued to laugh, eyes closed and grinning like a maniac. There was a beat where his laughs began to simmer down, and when Rain leaned their face in closer they swore that-
“Are you fucking crying?” They nearly yelled, forcing Dew back into a laughing fit. “Seven hells, the fish are dying and you’re laughing at them!”
“Rain-” Dew tried to lift his other arm to them, but to no avail. They snatched it with their free hand and forced it to join the other above his head. They made to climb higher up to him, their knee accidentally riding up to his crotch. The laughing was interrupted by a breathy moan, one that could’ve been mistaken for a sigh. The air around them stilled, Dew still grinning but his laughing finally dying down.
Rain, in a moment of clarity, straightened up above him, hands flying away.
“Shit, sorry Dew-”
“No,” Dew, gasping in lungfuls of air, shook his head against the wood. “Do it again.”
Rain felt a blush creep down their neck as they slowly leaned back down, hands slowly making their way back to hold his own. Cautiously, they forced their knee to hit him again, another noise leaving those parted lips.
“O-oh,” they mumbled. 
“‘Oh.’” Dew mimicked. “Keep going.”
Rain kept their timid pace, wringing out small noises and sighs from the fire ghoul below them. They could feel themselves getting hot as they watched that pretty blush on him grow darker as the spiced arousal began to kick in around the two. Dew began to rock back into their knee, those loose shorts becoming damp with his own arousal and those noises becoming louder.
Rain couldn’t help themselves to start rocking their own hips, trying to find some sort of friction. Dew stilled only slightly to hook a leg around their waist, forcing them down until they were bumped into each other, knee now forgotten.
They whined at just how wet and wrecked they already were when Dew began grinding up again. They started their own tempo, trying their best to match Dew’s. They closed any space left and brought their foreheads together, sharing hot breath between the two as their orgasm slowly began building. 
“I haven’t been Topside long,” they paused to let out a breathy whimper, eyes shut tight, “but since when did friends do things like this?”
Dew cackled and lifted his head to breathe in their ear, “People who are just friends don’t do this shit, and you know it.”
Rain’s heart leapt out of their chest and their hips started to move in erratic pacing. Dew laughed to himself at just how worked up the water ghoul was above him, but kept the comment to himself.
“Dew, shit,” they mumbled, eyes still shut tight, “I think- I think I-”
“Me too, Waterlily,” he mouthed at their cheek, leaving spit behind, “I’ll be right by you.”
Rain hit their orgasm in record time, hips chasing the blinding heat until it became too much. They leaned down with their elbows holding them up besides Dew head, kissing up and around his neck as he came himself, if the gasps and grunts were anything to go by.
They laid like that for what could’ve been hours in their intoxicated states, mouthing at each other's necks and leaving bruises behind. Rain grimaced when they shifted to lay on Dew’s side rather than on top, seeing how slick and sticky their underwear became.
“Well,” Dew turned his head to look into their eyes with a sly grin, breathing finally evened out, “now that’s that out of the way, wanna do it properly?”
Rain searched his face with wide eyes, their lips parted as they felt that electric zing of arousal go down their spine again. When they found no malicious intent behind those copper eyes, they nodded enthusiastically.
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tillthelandslide · 8 months
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🤖 and 📚
🤖 Are non-fandom friends aware that you write fanfic?
Nope. Absolutely none of them. When I tell you they would shred me to piece I mean it... I like how this part of my life is completely separate tbh, it's just mine and I get to share it with you lovely lot and that means so much to me tbh 🩷
📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?
Oh god here we go!! I love getting to talk about how much I love my friends!! Here are some writers you should definitely check out, not just because they're fucking immensely talented but because they're some of my best friends I've met on here and I'm behind grateful for them!
@procrastinatinglikeapro @poisonmedaddy13 @justanamesstuff
There's definitely more (I'm going to make a list soon or you can check out my tags "tillthelandslide fic rec x the person you want to read i.e Ross Matty George etc) but these three right here ^^ mean the world to me and I'm obsessed with them and their fics
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lou-is-lurking · 5 months
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Last Line Tag Game
Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).
thanks for the tag @bdeblueyes 🧡
Life's been stressful and I don't really have the time or energy to write atm, so I'm not entirely sure which the actual last line I wrote even is, but it *might* have been this:
Otabek had delicate questions, and these were not delicate men.
gotta get back to work so I'ma take the shameful shortcut here:
tagging anyone who wants to play - please share your things!!!
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janinegregory · 8 months
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Would you rather like to see Matthew and Sarah play Lord and Lady Macbeth in an onscreen adaptation or a romcom?
i would kill for a romcom with their real accents
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I went to your ao3 account but couldn't find any of your works, just the bookmarks. Did something happen?
Hey!
I am so so sorry. I hate that I had to do this, but given the news that Elon Musk is using AI to scrap works from different websites, including ao3, I've set all my works to be read only by registered users. I really enjoy guests passing by and giving my fics a read, but I'm not comfortable at all with this bastard trying to make profit off the free, joyful work of fic writers, including myself (i know there are a few other authors who have also unfortunately had to resort to restricting access to their works because of this).
But! If you want to, getting registered in ao3 is super easy, free and it doesn't take very long. Plus, you get to subscribe to ongoing fics, series and authors and can also bookmark your favorite works :D
I hope this helped!
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leyhes · 2 years
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOU ♥️♥️♥️♥️ i hope you’re doing well and have the loveliest day!!
THANK YOU BOB!!! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU TOO!! i hope you have a lovely day as well!! ❤❤❤
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sauriurius · 13 days
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„I am a scorpio, he is a scorpio.“
„I dated a vegetarian once which was challenging.“
„I am not the most approachable human being.“
„If you want a salad with kidney beans, you go get some kidney beans.“
PLEASE never let this man stop talking, I have been cackling at this mans yapping for the last 24 hours
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nose-coffee · 6 months
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okay okay so corona and ianthe's mother's name is canonically "violabeth" (whence "coronabeth" gains the "beth"). viola is latin/italian in origin, meaning purple; corona means crown or wreath. congrats, your third house monarch (whose assigned house colour is purple) is called purplebeth and crownbeth
but also! in pondering this, my mind was also drawn to viola from shakespeare's twelfth night - one half of a pair of twins, forced by circumstance to take on the guise of her brother for her own safety. we talk and talk abt who out of ianthe and corona came up w the "corona should pretend to be a necromancer" scheme, and also who enforced it; but is it not fucked up if it was violabeth? (especially considering ianthe specifies their father as the one who "wanted a matching set") and if it wasn't, isn't it still fucked up that, based on literature that existed before the houses, their mother's name is all but a prophecy?
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kittynomore · 28 days
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I keep seeing videos of people putting their turtles on tech decks and them just scooting around and now the image of your feral goobers scooting around is killing me lmao
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coz angelo is so tiny, he would be the best skater coz of it
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thanks to @scatterbrainedbot for the idea :D
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incognit0slut · 3 months
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do you have any spencer fic recs or fav spencer fic writer accs :D
Honestly everyone here is so good at writing. I made this blog around may last year and I’ve been seeing a lot of great stories, but these writers are the ones I mostly see on my timeline given they’re usually active the same time as I am ever since I started writing.
So shout out to @reiderwriter @strawbeerossi @foxy-eva @imagining-in-the-margins @luveline @gubsbuubs and all other spencer writers you guys are THE best
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moldycantaloupe · 2 months
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29 with t4t swisstom perhaps 👀
from this prompt list, 678 words of t4t swisstom coming right up! slight cw for exhibitionsim, phantom is desperate.
Swiss could laugh at how desperate his bug soon became after being summoned, always needy and ready for something, or someone. He had been trying to enjoy his night after a long day of menial chores at the ministry, lounging out in the common rooms. A movie Rain recommended was on, but his investment was short lived when he noticed the figure at his side. Phantom stood right next to him, their eyes not quite meeting his own. They grasped at the hem of their sweatshirt, nervous.
“What’s up, bug?” He stretched his arms over the back of the couch, watching as Phantom flinched at his voice.
“Um… help,” they cleared their throat, “I need help. Please.” 
“Yeah?” He tilted his head with a grin. “With what?”
A whine got caught in their throat, hands never stopping with their shirt. “Swiss, please don’t tease.”
“Well, I’m kind of in the middle of something…” He gestured a hand towards the movie still playing, “so if you need something, spit it out.”
“I-” Phantom hid their flushed face behind their hair, “Swiss, please,”
Swiss hummed, lips pursed as he stared straight at them. They tried to hide from his eyes to no avail. 
Soon he let out a feigned sigh of annoyance, patting his thigh. “Alright, c’mere.” 
Phantom hesitated, their head swiveling to look around the room.
“But-” 
“You can either wait, or you can do your business and get on with your night.” Swiss put simply. Phantom seemed to make up their mind in a second, soon finding themselves straddled to his thigh, a hand on his shoulder to keep balance. They immediately began grinding against his thigh in small circles, letting out the smallest sigh in relief. Swiss hummed again in content and glued his eyes back onto the television, doing his damndest to ignore the whiny ghoul on his lap.
The small circles began to grow increasingly faster as they grew more desperate, breathy moans directed into his ear. He could feel himself growing wet at the display in front of him, finding it hard to keep his resolve. The minty scent of their arousal was intoxicating. They tried to reach out to grab his hand but were immediately met with a stern look of disapproval and hiss. 
“Please, touch me,” they whimpered.
“It’s my thigh or nothing,” Swiss warned, “I’m not lifting a finger to help you get off.”
He could cum just at the look they gave him. Their head landed on top of their hand on his shoulder as they let out a cry. In desperation for stimulation, their free hand snuck its way under their sweatshirt, fondling at their chest. Their grinding became erratic as their whines and whimpers turned into moans, successfully muting out any sound coming from the TV. Swiss groaned as one of their knees pressed into his own cunt, the pressure welcome. He could feel the spot on his sweatpants growing damp under their ministrations.
“Oh, hell- Swiss-” Phantom bit into their hand at a particular hard grind, a choked out moan getting caught in their throat.
“So damn noisy.” Was all Swiss said underneath the squirming quint. Their knee was a constant now at his aching cunt. He blushed deeply at the feeling, trying to keep his own noises from escaping through his bitten lip.
“‘M close,” they whimpered. “Please, Swiss,”
Before he could say anything, their grinding sped them through as their orgasm hit, moaning his name through it all. He grunted at his own release thanks to them, his head hitting the back of the couch. They panted as they slowed to a stop, their legs twitching in overstimulation.
“Swiss,” they whispered in his ear after a beat, “please help.”
He inhaled sharply and lifted his head back up, eyes back onto the now forgotten movie.
“I told you after the movie.” He couldn’t help the smirk when he felt their hips circle his thigh again, the smallest noise escaping them.
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tillthelandslide · 7 months
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saw your post about your dream, please tell us what it was about🙏
oooooo, i love that you want to know. before i do... i need to stress that although i said it was same for you coded... that doesn't mean this is going to reflect what is going to happen in the upcoming chapters.... but without further ado:
so i remember i was out with some friends of mine (not going to mention names bc thats personal haha) and Matty (no ross to be seen so booooo brain) and we were all laughing and i think it was like a quiz night? not sure, that bits fuzzy. ANYWAY, matty was all "fancy a fag?" so me, my friend that smokes, matty and this other people (cant remember who) went outside into this little smoking area.
i pulled out a fag and matty gave me this lighter like it was the most natural thing ever, like i remember we weren't even looking at each other, we were listening to something my friend was saying, and anyway i lit up using his lighter (its weird that i remember this but it was like a chunky orangey red one... weird) and then handed it back to him whatever.
then the next thing i remember was everyone was taking the piss out of how small i am and matty like hooked his arm around my shoulder and like nuzzled into my neck and was all like "awww cute little smol lou" and i pushed him away and (lovingly) was like fuck off lol.
i then (with my cigarette in hand like a fucking idiot) hooked my hand into my hair like where mattys hand rested. and i like burnt my head again like a fucking idiot... and i panicked and asked matty to check if my hair was caught (like wtf? of course its not stop being dramatic)
matty put his hands through my hair and omg i actually could feel how amazing it felt and then dream me fucking moan again like an absolute idiot.... i remember feeling like "wtf i cant do that... i cant like him" (same for you coded right?) (i also remember dream me was like... but ross?)
anyway i then made some excuse why i had to leave bc i was so embarrassed matty disappeared but little did i know he was waiting in some random corner somewhere? dont know where.. and then for some reason i was walking that way in my dream and he took me by surprised and pulled me into this little corner and we were flushed against each other and he kissed me AND THEN THIS FUCKING BITCH WOKE UP
anyway i managed to go back to sleep and i actually went back into my dream and it was a bit steamyyyy 👀👀 bc like.... matty was doing certain things with his fingers....
a very good dream tbf...
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lou-is-lurking · 1 year
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such intriguing names, i want to know about all of them! but i do love me a good camboy AU, so would you be so kind as to share a bit about that? please and thank you!
thanks so much for the ask <3
Technically it's more of a post-canon setting than a full AU, but I hope it still counts :p
I changed the direction I wanted the story to go in quite a few times and the current draft is A Messᵀᴹ, but the gist is:
Otabek finds out where Yuri made all that money he's been throwing around lately, then secretly goes on to find out exactly how he's been making that money, and before he knows what's happening he's already merrily contributing to that money. He watches every stream, buys all the perks, gives all the tips, subscribes to everything - all anonymously, without ever saying a word about it to Yuri. Which makes things awkward. Especially since Yuri begins to assume that Otabek must be either a giant prude or, worse, anti sex-work, because why else would he always get so fucking weird whenever the topic of Yuri's job comes up? Otabek knows he's fucked up big time, and the longer he keeps his secret, the bigger the mess will be when it finally blows up in his face.
...And that's where things got a little more angsty than initially intended lol
It's still in an early draft stage (~8.4k) and there's not much I can share yet, so here's just a small unedited snippet from the first chapter:
“I've made an OnlyFans.”
Otabek whips his head around so fast he gets dizzy. Yuri, in his bedroom in Piter, watches his reaction with a preemptive scowl that spells trouble if Otabek doesn't choose his next words very carefully. The problem is, words seem to have escaped him entirely and all he's left with is a whirlwind of thoughts that need to remain where they are and can never, under any circumstances, be expressed out loud. Especially not when Yuri can hear it. Especially not when he's glaring like he is right now.
“Okay.”
That's a word, at least, and a harmless one at that. It came out a little croaky, so Otabek clears his throat, and wishes he could do the same with his reeling mind.
And that's when it occurs to him that his imagination might have shoved him right in the gutter for no reason at all.
“For- for fitness videos? Or dance? Or...something?”
Yuri's face goes through several stages of 'or something'.
“For porn, Beka.”
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janinegregory · 1 year
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omg lou your new url 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩
hehehe 😁😁😁
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darth-sonny · 10 months
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he's very emotional right now, but he means every word
but for Splinter's sake, let's hope he doesn't keep his second promise.....
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