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eggtrolls · 5 months
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8, 16, and 20!
oh hi there!
8. What are your current goals?
Get a new job (someone please hold my feet to the fire on this, I will pay you a recruiter's fee for real); submit grant proposal for a research project on microplastics in my local salt marsh; reintroduce the Nantucket serviceberry and various native orchid species to NYC; buy a kayak
16. Would you get a tattoo?
they're not for public consumption (meaning: they're on my hips) but I have two tattoos. would I get another one? almost definitely not, that was incredibly painful because I did it kind of on impulse (unprepared) and directly over my hipbones. I bit the inside of my arm to stop from yelping so hard that I had self-inflicted arm hickeys. so. no.
20. What was the last thing you cried for?
texted my ex's mom an apology this morning that I wasn't going to her thanksgiving for the first time in three years and wishing her a nice holiday season and she was nice about it when I expected that she wouldn't answer at all so. l'chaim.
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bazzybelle · 2 years
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10, 22, and 24 for the weird writer asks
Hello friend! Thank you for the lovely ask! 10) Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?
Well, for me, anything I see as 'cringe' haunts me as a writer. When I first started writing fanfiction, I wrote some pretty weird shit. I would also post directly on the message boards I would frequent, updating them in separate posts (oh God, you've aged me with this question). Those fics are lost in time, so I'm so thankful for that. There was one fic that I kept on FF.net, that was especially cringe, but I deleted it. I couldn't stand the memories. I still have some old fics on FF.net from my Criminal Minds days that I've been meaning to move to AO3, but never got around to.
22) How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?
Notebooks, notebooks, NOTEBOOKS. I have an eff-ton of notebooks where I keep notes and ideas and plot points. I'll write a vague idea out and slowly develop it over time, always writing in the notebook. Then, once I have enough details, I type the outline onto GoogleDocs, and keep it as a reference to where I'm going with a story. Sometimes, I'll be writing out a story, and an idea for a future scene that alludes to what I've just written will pop in my head, and I'll include a note in the comments of my doc. I will also do the annoying thing, where I'll spam my friends on WhatsApp with ideas, and then copy those ideas onto another GoogleDoc. I'm a bit of a hot mess.
24) How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?
A stupid amount. I overplan and overplan, and I want to pack as much detail as possible into every outline I come up with because I am terrified of my story not making any sense. The problem with that is my brain will sometimes go a lot faster than my ability to make sense of what I'm thinking, so I'm left with these massive convoluted stories with 50 subplots and no cohesive plot. That's what was happening with my COBB, and I needed to take a step back and make sense of these million-and-one-ideas and pick which ones I could actually execute.
Thank you for the lovely ask! I super appreciate you!
Taken from THIS post!
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The Haunting of Simon Snow
A collaboration for the @carryon-reverse-bang fest!
Art by @bubble-gumhead, Fic by @iamamythologicalcreature
Status: 1/many chapters // 5.5k so far
Rating: Mature
Summary:
Simon never expected to take a job repairing fire damage at Pitch Manor. First off, his old schoolmate Dev Pitch never liked him. And there's the small matter of it being an empty, recently-abandoned mansion in the middle of the Hampshire dead spot. But the money's good. The fridge is stocked. There's cell reception. It's fine. Except, he's starting to think maybe those stories about Pitch Manor being haunted are more than just rumours. There’s a particular portrait, too, that’s caught his eye. Some stuffed-up tosser with the most pretentious name imaginable. It keeps… Well. It keeps changing. (But that’s not possible. Right?)
Read Chapter One on AO3!
Gushing and additional info below the cut!
I'm so thrilled to share Chapter 1 of my @carryon-reverse-bang collaboration with the amazing artist @bubble-gumhead! This is my first ever fanfic, and I'm so psyched I got such gorgeous art to inspire me! The line art that originally inspired me is in the header above (with the full color masterpiece to be unveiled in a later chapter!). I was drawn immediately to Bubblegumhead's beautiful style, and the sweet pose. The idea of including an historical element took root in my brain and turned into a ghost story. XD Check out Chapter One for an additional (?!) illustration! (Amazing.)
Stay tuned for more! I have most of the story drafted. It'll be long, but not gargantuan. XD
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cordeliawhohung · 11 days
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a little sad knowing that after 145k words of soft spot, there's only two more parts left until it's over. but also slightly excited because i've been working on that project since like august and it's time to lay it to rest.
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valerian-insomniac · 8 months
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Up north again, so I've been back in my sketchbook with ink. Here's what I've been doodling the last few days
@dishwashersafemusic @demonfoxnate
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blubble-lake · 6 months
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These two ghosts were found going street to street asking for candy- they gave each other a kiss after each successful trip 🍬💕
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nofatclips · 1 year
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Counting Days on Bone by Spook the Horses, live at San Fran [Taken from here]
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mothheart · 9 months
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batch one of assorted soma screenshots I've taken while replaying the game
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thefunniestguy · 2 years
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Ueueue Lich nightmare,,
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grimmgrinningghouls · 26 days
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ngl I'm rewatching fear street again and Kate and Simons deaths felt so...off I guess? like I think the deli cutter kill is insane and really cool, but it felt more like they died for shock value then anything.
I get it, its a horror movie, a borderline slasher at that, but their deaths felt more like "haha surprise!!!! We got you didn't we?!?" then anything else. And its not like they didn't have a role for them, I can easily see them both fitting into the story later on.
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thecyrulik · 2 months
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Sending some soup to Simon. 🍲 He needs to keep his strength up so can be soup for Egon, after all. (And save a little for yourself! Whether it's the first or second sort of soup can remain your secret, of course.)
--@ceph-the-ghost-writer
Simon smiles faintly, but it seems genuine. "Thanks," he mumbles. "I don't know about that second part, though. He hasn't been around for quite a while now, so maybe he's moved? Or, or forgot about me?" He looks like he's genuinely considering it for half a second, then rolls his eyes. "Who am I kidding? He'll come round eventually. Who knows, maybe you were sent by him, so that I'm strong enough for his visit?" He laughs mirthlessly. "Thanks anyway, though. Don't have the spoons to cook most of the time nowadays."
Thanks for the ask and the blood soup, Ceph! Simon looks grumpy, but we both appreciate it.
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deadpoets · 2 months
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my professor said gay rights and glee rights
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scribbledghost · 3 months
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Simon Riley who gets your initials tattooed over his heart, but not in the conventional way.
The idea of getting your full name spooks him, cause what if he gets captured and some enemy agent sees? It's just too much of a risk for him. But initials are safer. Twice as much if they're hidden behind roman numerals.
So he reveals his new ink one day, during a quiet moment a few weeks after he gets it once it's healed up. He explains what the roman numerals are (they correspond to letters of the alphabet: A would be I, B is II, and so on) and what they mean, and you spend so long marveling at Simon's dedication that it takes you a minute to notice something... strange.
"There's no number for my last name."
He takes your hand, puts it over the numbers, and puts his forehead on yours.
"That's cause I'm hopin' you'll let me put the number 18 there, love."
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Six Sentence Sunday Finds Some Art
Thank you for the tags @ic3-que3n, @thewholelemon, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, and @artsyunderstudy!
I posted chapter one of my very first fanfic ever on November 30, so it's been a minute since I last posted a snippet for Sunday. Right now I have chapter one up on AO3, with an amazing illustration by @bubble-gumhead. I haven't been editing yet on Chapter 2, but only because I'm diligently plugging away at the rough draft for the entire thing. I just entered the final stage of the story last night, and I'm pretty excited about it. XD
Here are six lines (actually six, for once) from Chapter 2, Simon's POV:
I hold my phone’s torch up, and the bright light gleams against the glossy finish of the paint. It’s… Well I’m not that into art, not like this kind of art, but this is really good, isn’t it? This feels like quality. And the guy in the painting— Christ, it feels wrong to even think of him as ‘the guy’— the gentleman in the painting is looking at me like he’s daring me to keep staring. How do some artists do that? It’s like they steal a little life and mix it with their paints so the portrait keeps a bit of spark.
Simon, gaining new appreciation for classic portraiture. XD
A tiny update about me and hello's under the cut!
I've been super behind on just about everything lately. >.> I managed to get my CORB chapter posted (linked above), which was a breathless race all the way to the finish line LOL And I've been doing COC every now and then (3 so far). With everything that's going on, writing and drawing and Christmas and... Well, I'm giving up the ghost on catching up on old WIPsday posts (because I'm weeks behind). :-( But this will allow me to better keep up with current posts, today and onward! So please keep tagging me on things, because I love seeing what everyone is up to.
Hello's and and howdy's: @martsonmars @palimpsessed @nightimedreamersworld @youarenevertooold @prettygoododds @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @alleycat0306 @aristocratic-otter @whatevertheweather @theimpossibledemon @cutestkilla @leithillustration @alexalexinii @ileadacharmedlife @rimeswithpurple @imagineacoolusername @blackberrysummerblog @supercutedinosaurs @shrekgogurt @hushed-chorus @brilla-brilla-estrellita @angelsfalling16 @ivelovedhimthroughworse @theearlgreymage @best--dress @scribble-tier @fatalfangirl
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cordeliawhohung · 1 month
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alright, so here's the plans for my wips:
currently working on the first chapter of gaz x pregnant reader and once that's finished i'll work overtime to complete both soft spot (only 3 or 4 parts left) and liquid smooth (which was only ever going to be a short series anyway)
this would make my only active series in limbo (which will be pretty long, like think soft spot long) of sea foam and iron (which will be a little shorter) and this new gaz fic.
going to try and do this so i can keep my sanity, and if that goes well, as you wish will be turned into a full length fic as well <3
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It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader
[Chapter 19] || [Chapter 21]
Rating: E Pairing: Gaz x Reader x Ghost x Soap || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 2.1K~ cw: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT, protected sex, ejaculation, voyeurism (in person and digital). Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: he's their (under)boss for a reason.
My dumbass was in such a hurry I forgot to tag my lovely @mothymunson who encouraged me to write this when I was lost where to fit it + gave me extra ideas for the dynamic! 🫶
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Chapter 20: Control
It’s been two weeks since that lazy Sunday you spent with Johnny. He had to leave in a hurry, departing on a mission, unable to tell you where he’d be going or when he’d be back…
Simon and Kyle were already on a mission of their own by Sunday so… You’ve spent these last two weeks alone.
It’s been quiet without them… And frankly… a bit lonely.
You used to like having time to yourself after the break-up… But now?
You’ve been with Leah and Mia for dinner a couple times… And although you love your girlfriends, and enjoyed yourself greatly while gossiping with them (and my, my, did you gossip) you find yourself missing Simon, Kyle and Johnny.
It’s 5:30 P.M. on Wednesday and you’re in your kitchen, making something quick for dinner, when there’s a knock on your door.
Eyes squinting in surprise at the lack of expected guests, you immediately think the worst. It’s Ethan. It’s Ethan and he’s pissed that Johnny and Simon fucked him up and he’s here for revenge and you’re alone and-
“Sweetheart, it’s me.” Simon’s voice from the other side of the door relaxes you and you rush across the sitting room and pull open the door.
“Bloody hell, you spooked me!” You say softly as you look up at him. He’s still in full gear and slightly out of breath, as if he ran over to your house the moment he landed on base.
“Hi!” You greet as he pulls off his mask and wraps his arms around you. He steps inside, making you step back with him as he spins you and kisses you, closing the door behind him.
You feel him guide you over to the living room couch and lower you onto it, making you squeal and giggle in surprise. “Simon!” You’re able to murmur as he lowers himself atop of you.
“Missed you… missed you…” He grumbles as he kisses you again, one of his hands on your hip, the other supporting his weight on the throw pillows by your head.
“Missed you too…” You admit, causing him to groan under his breath. His fingers find the straps that hold his vest in place and he quickly undoes them and takes it off, dropping it haphazardly on the floor next to you.
“Simon…” You whisper before he captures your mouth with his again, his tongue finding yours and making you moan. Oh, how you’ve missed him… Your hands trail down his chest and arms, unzipping his fleece jacket and he allows you to take it off him, leaving him in a black t-shirt underneath.
Your hands trail down lower, finding the utility belt at his waist. Your fingers just barely graze the thick, hard bulge in his cargo pants as you try to undo his belt, but one of his hand sharply stops you by gripping your wrist with three fingers.
You pull back from the kiss, the two of you out of breath. Your eyebrows are lowered in concern and your eyes softened. “What?” You asked him softly.
“I’m not-” He trailed off for a moment and huffed before burying his face in your neck. “Not ready for that.” He told you softly. “My body isn’t… I don’t want you to…”
“Oh…” You said, a bit surprised. You had noticed his reaction had been the same he used to have whenever you touched his mask in the past… And if back then you didn’t probe, you certainly wouldn’t now. “Okay.” You told him.
“Can we just…” He trailed off and slowly grabbed your waist with his hand, grinding his crotch lightly against yours. It jostled you a bit and you bit your lip. 
“Yeah… we can dry-hump, Simon…” You told him in a reassuring tone, which only made him groan again and hump against you once more. 
You wrapped your arms around his shoulder and neck as he fixed his grip on you and rubbed his bulge against your body in the thin lounge pants you had changed into after work.
Just as you’re just starting to kiss again, with Simon murmuring more sweet nothings of how much he missed you, there’s a new knocking on the door. Simon groaned in complaint and buried his face in your neck again.
“Bloody fuckin’ hell… He’s fast.” Simon grumbled and pushed up to his feet, sliding off you and helping you sit up.
“Who…?” You asked, a bit light-headed from the intense make-out session.
“Kyle.” He complained as he fixed his bulge in his pants with his hand, while waddling his way over to the door and throwing it open.
“You sneaky bastard.” Kyle said to Simon and pointed a finger at him while coming into the flat.
“Hi, Kyle…” You said softly, receiving a ‘Hi, lovie’ in response as he took off his shoes.
Kyle’s also out of breath but, unlike Simon, he’s changed clothes. “Guess what, Simon here waited until I got in the shower before he ran off to come see you. Left me stranded back at base!”
You can’t help but giggle as Simon’s scarred mouth morphs into a smug, proud-of-himself smirk. “Oops.” He said.
Kyle gave the two of a you a once over. “Ah… I see. Someone was… eager, huh?” He teases and uses his chin to point at the obvious bulge in Simon’s pants.
The younger man moves over to the couch and stands behind it before kissing you on the lips just as hard as Simon did, taking your breath away and making your shoulders sag as you sigh in delight at the feeling of his warm mouth on yours.
Pulling back, Kyle licks his lips and winks at you. “Good thing I got here when I did, hm?” He teases and looks at Simon before returning his gaze to you. “Now we can really get the party started…” He adds.
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“Oh… Oh, fuck…” You whine at the top of your lungs, your eyes rolling back with each thrust inside of you.
Kyle’s lying on the bed under you, his thighs spread as he has you in a full nelson. His hands hold you behind your neck, fingers intertwined, your knees hooked up on his forearms to keep you spread open.
Kyle’s big. Really big. More than you expected. Considering the only points of comparison you’ve got are John and Ethan… It’s not like either of them was exactly small, but Kyle’s constantly bottoming out inside you without having to throw his whole weight into it. He’s also perfect shaved, not an inch of hair on him… anywhere. Other than his face, of course.
Your bodies are slick with sweat and your moans and his grunts and groans echo in the bedroom. You can barely keep your eyes open and if it weren’t the fact Simon in your field of view, you’d have given up altogether.
Simon’s sitting across from you and Kyle, having cleared your clothes’ chair and taken a seat in it, watching you and Kyle with keen eyes… His large, rough hand is wrapped around his own cock, a long one, the tip red and angry. He strokes it slowly, almost lazily, as he watches you get properly fucked by Kyle.
Unlike John (and Johnny, as you found out during your bath), Simon and Kyle are both cut… And Simon has something that you didn’t expect. Piercings. A Jacob’s ladder, you’re pretty sure it’s called. Four barbells stacked on the underside of his shaft, which he only leaves visible for a few seconds every time his fingers uncover it.
Considering Kyle’s stayed quiet about it, you’re pretty sure he hasn’t spotted them, either from having his own eyes closed, or because you’re in the way. Either way, you don’t mind it, at all, that you get the view all to yourself, even for just a second.
The sight of Simon sat there, legs spread, his cock on display, his big hands and strong arms moving slowly as he watches you and Kyle is an amazing one… And hearing Kyle losing his mind behind you, too into the moment to succeed at any amount of dirty talk or at saying anything coherent just makes it better.
“Fuck… Yeah… Fuck… You feel… Bloody fuckin’ ‘ell…” Kyle grunts behind you as he keeps rocking his hips against your ass, making sure to plunge hard and deep inside you, not giving you time to breath before he’s bottoming out again, the pace unforgivingly fast.
You watch closely as Simon stops for a moment and shifts around on the chair he’s sitting on before pulling out his phone. He lets out a chuckle as he looks at the screen, then, he fidgets around with it for a moment, texting someone.
It’s barely a minute later when you hear the signature sound of a FaceTime call blasting from the phone’s speakers. Simon accepts it and aims the back camera at you and Kyle.
“Say hi to Johnny, sweetheart.” Simon demands, his tone surprisingly bossy, as he goes back to stroking his large cock.
“H-Hi, Johnny…!” You whine aloud, just barely able to speak without melting, your mind slowly emptying of all thoughts beside the feeling of Kyle inside you and Simon masturbating across from you.
Your breath is ragged as Kyle speeds up his thrusts even more, his grip on the back of your neck tightening and tensing up, his hips moving so erratically that it makes you squeal louder. “Kyle! OH FUCK!” You whine, eyes rolling back and your face wincing lightly from desperation.
“Slow down, Kyle.” Simon demands. “Slow and deep.” He adds. You hear Kyle grunt and he murmurs something incomprehensible in response as he does what he’s told. His motions slow and become more paced and calm as Kyle himself tenses up underneath you.
You notice how Kyle’s thighs tense up, his veins bulging and throbbing as he controls himself not to squirm, clearly trying his best not to lose it and to obey what Simon says.
“Mmm… that’s it… That’s it…” Simon praises, his eyes going back and forth between the sight of you and Kyle, and Johnny on his phone. “Nice and slow, Kyle…” He continues saying.
Kyle quakes underneath you, his breath getting a bit more ragged and you swear you hear him gulp down as he tries to be good for Simon and for you.
“Johnny’s enjoying it, aren’t you, Johnny?” He speaks to the phone. You can’t hear the reply from the Scot, but considering how Simon’s chuckling, the answer seems to be a yes.
“Simon… Fuck…” Kyle grunts. “This is… t-torture!” He’s able to get out, his thighs twitching and his arms tightening their hold on the back of your legs. “I’m going to- Fuck!” He grunts.
“Go on, pretty boy.” Simon teases. Something about the look in his eye, the little mischievous smirk on his lips… God, for someone who’s afraid of being touched, he sure knows what the fuck he’s doing… It’s almost intoxicating, the way he’s exerting control on everyone in the room and even Johnny over the phone.
You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening more and more as you experience all these feelings at once, your mind steadily clearing of any thoughts other than the prickling of stars in the corner of your eyes and the heat increasing more and more.
“Aaah-” Kyle hisses as he keeps moving slowly and deeply, gritting his teeth behind your back and huffing through his nose with barely restricted euphoria. “Fuck… Fuck…” He grunts. 
“F-FUCK!”  His voice shouting as he loses his composure and buries himself to the hilt inside you with a sharp motion of his hips… and another… and another… Completely disregarding Simon’s commands to go slow… And it makes your eyes roll as your orgasm hits, causing you to shudder and twitch… 
But, instead of moaning his name, you find yourself moaning Simon’s, your head unable to dip back due to Kyle’s grip on it, and forcing you to stare right at Simon as you fall over the edge of your climax.
Behind you, Kyle is losing his own mind, spilling his come in the confines of the condom… And you watch through a lidded, barely-aware gaze, as after a few more strokes, Simon’s cock throbs and twitches… before a few ropes of cum shoot in quick succession all over his lower stomach, which he had the presence of mind to lift his t-shirt out of.
The bedroom falls into complete silence as Kyle pulls out and slowly lets go of you, carefully helping get you out of the strained position that’ll likely leave your legs and joints sore the next few days.
“Good job...” Simon breaks the silence as he tries to catch his breath, his head dipped back against the wall behind him, his eyes lazily trailing the sight of you and Kyle on the bed, and then back to Johnny on the phone.
“Bloody fuckin’ hell…” You can finally hear Johnny speak through the speakers now that the room is silent. “You lot better repeat that when I’m not overseas and can join in…!” He quips, drawing laughter out of all of you.
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