#so excuse any errors

[you-feelin-lucky-punk]

I'll still never forgive my 3rd grade teacher for turning me away from poetry with one simple comment that ruined my day 😐 (we were writing poems in class and I brought my draft to her and I had written something about the wind whistling which I thought was the best line and she told me that "the wind doesn't whistle" and that I had to change it. I'm still so fucking pissed about it to this day that I have never tried writing poetry again 🙃 like, way to stomp out a child's creative mind smh)

#rant #poetry #tbh im not even sure what made me think of this again #but seriously i was so sad #i was super duper excited about that one line #and she told me i needed to change it #argh #also im a lil high rn #so excuse any errors

[fangirleaconmigo]

You were asking for a prompt? How about Jaskier soft Domming Lambert?

Jaskier being taken to a strip club and being thirsty on sight upon seeing Eskel (and/or) Lambert dancing

Hello dear! Ok. I’ll do:

Jaskier soft dommimg Lambert. Short ficlet (in theory). Very Explicit. (Obviously)

Also, Lambert is in lingerie.

Lambert heard the door creak open behind him. He stopped fidgeting and held still as best he could. Hope and anxiety fought for dominance in his chest.

Jaskier had asked for this. Had asked for him to put on his finest handmade deep blue underthings. In reply, Lambert asked him over and over if he was sure. Jaskier just laughed in that easy, musical way of his. “Oh I am quite sure, Lambert.”

Jaskier had seen him naked. He knew what he looked like. He had known Lambert for months, so he knew how foul mouthed and hot tempered he was.

And Lambert knew that he was hardly some darling thing. He was not willowy or ethereal. He was wiry and calloused.

This was stupid. But he wanted it, and Jaskier said that he wanted it too. So Lambert had said fuck it.

While Jaskier performed, Lambert had stomped upstairs. He had bathed and put on Jaskier’s best pair of delicate underthings. They were silk and lace and they felt like whisper thin petals on his skin.

Then, Lambert had prepared himself, writhing on the bed, riding his own slicked fingers. Then he had gotten down on his hands and knees facing the mirror and waited.

Once or twice he had almost lost his nerve and run out into the the cold. But something had anchored him there, hands and knees pressed into the rug, thighs trembling.

It was hope, he supposed.

And this was the moment. The door had swung open and air from the hall had puffed in, smelling slightly of ale and carrying with it the muffled conversations from far away party guests.

This could be the moment. Jaskier could take one look at him like this and laugh. He could change his mind. He could regret it.

He heard a swift intake of breathe, and creaking of Jaskier’s impractical shoes on the floorboards.

Then Jaskier made a series of noises Lambert had yet to hear him make.

The first sound was a swallowed choke. Then it was like the release of a very very please sigh. It almost sounded like a purr. That was followed by a dark, predatory chuckle. Then the sound of the door clicking shut and the lock turning.

Lambert gathered the courage to crane over his shoulder and look at Jaskier.

The dark predatory chuckled was paired with a dark gleam in his very blue eyes and an eager, predatory grin. And finally, he said something intelligible.

“Fuck me but I am a lucky cunt.”

Well. That was good then.

“Yeah you are.”

Lambert tried to sound devil-may-care but his heart still beat against his chest cavity like a drum.

“Uh uh uh,” tutted Jaskier. His shock had subsided and he sounded like himself again. “Polite requests only, darling.”

They had talked about this. Polite requests only. Since Lambert met Jaskier, he had learned about this side of himself. The side that liked to please.

“S-sorry.”

Jaskier knelt behind him. Lambert watched him carefully in the mirror.

“Quite alright, Lamb. Look at you, being so good for me. Displaying yourself like this for me.”

Jaskier whistled as his eyes raked Lambert’s body with intense enthusiasm.

“Your ass is fucking gorgeous, darling. Look at you. Everything.” His fingers whispered up Lambert’s thighs and stopped to grip his hips.

Lambert exhaled and leaned back, seeking his touch. Jaskier smirked and rewarded him with more touch. He ran his fingers up the furry planes of his stomach. He slipped them under the brassiere and thumbed Lambert’s nipples.

Lambert could feel his cock growing heavy trapped in the underwear, pressed against his stomach.

“Fuck me.”

Jaskier planted slow, soft, tender kisses up his spine. “You won’t get anything if you cannot behave, Lambert,” he murmured into his skin. “Can you behave, my love?”

Lambert gritted his teeth. “Please. Please fuck me.”

Jaskier’s teeth glinted. “Good boy.”

Lambert whimpered.

“Did you do as I asked?”

His hands never stopped touching him. Gripping him. Tucking his fingers underneath his straps and thumbing the lace criss crossing his hips and chest.

“Y-yes.” Lambert was panting now. Arching his back. He could feel cool air where his cock had dripped precum onto the silk.

He could hear Jaskier unlacing his trousers behind him.

“Because you are desperate for my cock, is that it?”

Lambert nodded.

“Say it, darling. Say it with those soft, cock sucking lips.”

“Yes.” He breathed. “I need it. I need your cock.”

Jaskier pulled out his cock, and stroked it.

“This one?”

“Fuck. Yes. Please.

There was the sound of a bottle opening and the delicate scent of almond oil filling the air. Then, Jaskier slipped the thin, delicate string of his thong to one side.

Lambert felt so godsddamn exposed. Why was it so exciting? He rolled his hips. Jaskier squeezed his ass with one hand, parting him.

“Then take it.”

He nudged his hole with the fat tip of his cock. Lambert tried to shove his hips back but Jaskier held him in place.

“You will take it the way I want you to take it, Lamb. Is that clear?”

A thrill shuddered through him and he nodded.

“Good,” rumbled Jaskier. He exhaled and cursed under his breathed as he slid deeper and deeper still. “Good boy. You’re taking me so well.”

Lambert ground his hips and bit his lower lip and he took it all, moaning like a whore.

Then Jaskier curled the fingers of one hand around Lambert’s neck and urged him up. He knelt now, back against Jaskier, and hands resting on his knees.

Jaskier nuzzled his neck.

“I’m going to fuck you while you look at yourself in the mirror.”

Lambert gulped. He felt so fucking full and pliant he couldn’t question it. He looked in the mirror.

“Look how gorgeous you are stuffed with my cock. In my lingerie. Look at you.”

He saw himself the way Jaskier did. And yeah. No wonder he had been sure he wanted this. Lambert reached behind him to clutch at Jaskier’s thighs to steady himself.

It was good he did, because Jaskier began to fuck him in earnest, one hand still resting on this throat. The sound of panting and slapping of their bodies filled the room. When Jaskier fucked him, it was like a demon took over his body.

The funny, mouthy bard turned into a devouring, desperate, man, hell bent on fucking Lambert until his mind emptied of everything except the need. The need to be full. The need to be taken. To be ravaged.

Lambert’s body jiggled shook and his gaze dropped. Jaskier slowed down, and sweaty and panting, he gently moved his chin to face the mirror.

“Look. I said look.”

And for the first time, under Jaskier’s adoring, intense gaze, Lambert understood.

Jaskier came apart behind him, fucking him brutally but tenderly and came with an aborted cry.

“Make yourself cum for me Lamb. In the mirror.”

Then he watched himself come apart. And he slumped into Jaskier’s arms, allowing him to shower him in kisses.

Then, they lay panting in each other’s arms.

“You’re coming to every performance from now on, Lambert. I mean it.” Jaskier nuzzled into his neck. The sound of the party outside was growing quiet, as people paired off or staggered home.

“I’ll come to as many as I can.” He pushed Jaskier’s damp curls from his forehead and kissed him.

“Oh good.” Jaskier whispered into his lips.

“Because you are a lucky cunt,” chucked Lambert.

Jaskier plopped onto his back and smiled at the ceiling.

“That I am, darling. That I am.”

—fin

#the witcher #jaskier #lambert #Jaskier x lambert #bombard #why can’t I write anything short? #this was much longer than I meant to do #and pls #i did not get a beta obv #just quick #so excuse any errors #also #some feelings still slipped in #descarada writes #descarada writes jaskier x lambert

[bokulikescomics]

May I present an easy fix to the recent casting announcement called "Geralt but there is always a horse"

#i have not watched a second of this show so pls excuse any obvious errors lmao #geralt de rivia #the witcher #witcher #boku no

[iaxsl]

domestic cross guild, where mornings start off with a sleepy Buggy floating to the kitchen, eyes semi-closed. Mihawk at the kitchen island with two ready-made coffee mugs in front of him, silently sipping from his own while he passes one of the mugs to Buggy who wordlessly accepts and sits down across from him. Crocodile is soon trailing after him, also accepting the offered mug from Mihawk. no words are exchanged. Crocodile sets to making breakfast while Mihawk and Buggy move to sit at the table to give him more space. eyes still heavy with sleep, Buggy drapes himself on the table, trying to get a few more minutes of shut-eye. the sounds of Mihawk turning the pages of the newspaper and Crocodile humming as he cooks is a soothing lullaby to Buggy's ears by now. he has never had peaceful mornings like this before.

#i could write more but stopping here feels right #im not trying to write another 1k words just describing their breakfast. tho I could... #i just like the idea of quiet mornings with cross guild #everything is so hectic #but mornings #everything is peaceful. if only for a moment #not looking this over so excuse any grammar errors #i feel like crocodile takes charge of breakfast most mornings. mihawk helps on occasion #both of them are early risers so one of them is always in the kitchen before buggy gets there. coffee hot and ready waiting for him #buggy would probably wake up in the afternoon if left alone but he's been getting better at waking up for breakfast. he wouldn't miss it #i really love cross guild and i feel like buggy should get pampered a bit. he deserves it #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #crocodile #sir crocodile #cross guild #one piece #do these three have a ship name? or is it just cross guild? #happy valentine's!

[idontlikeem]

What made Geno your fave?

Oh boy!

For background, I started watching hockey in fall of 2009. I was bored over the summer and decided to get into a new sport. I’d never cared about hockey because my family didn’t follow it (we are football and basketball people), so I had no particular team I had allegiance to, so I did what any reasonable prospective fan would do: I looked up the most recent championship team and scanned their roster for hot guys.

There was Sid, of course. About my age, captain, and oh he’s cute, ok I can work with that. I did some research on his story and found it fascinating, because who doesn’t love a good golden boy narrative? A promising start.

Jordy Staal was also really cute to me, and Flower was pretty. And then we got to Geno, who the first picture I really remember seeing of him is one where he was smiling big, and as we all know he has the BEST smile.

After that, his backstory was just as interesting to me as Sid’s, in a totally different way. I mean, it sounds like a spy thriller, right? It’s crazy. And then he won the MVP that playoffs, and the highlights were up on YouTube, and wow, look at him skate. Look at him and Sid skate together, wow they’re so good. Look how Geno spins and cuts through guys out there, look how quick he is, how fast his hands are moving the puck.

I knew fuck-all about what I was watching but his skating style is so distinctive that I was able to pick him out on grainy 2009 and earlier footage with ease; let me tell you, focusing on ONE player for a full game or even period is such an underrated way to learn the sport. You see what they do when they don’t have the puck and it helps you figure out strategy, how plays develop, what defense is. Highly recommend.

He was still pretty quiet with the media then and I don’t think he was on Twitter yet, but he seemed funny and cute and I really liked his accent! And all the guys seemed to be friends, and I love that in a sports team.

It was summer so I watched a lot of the Pens’ old YouTube features. I learned about Mario and Jagr and the first set of back to back cups, and Sid’s draft, and how the team almost left the city. I learned about the rivalries with other teams, and the way the league worked, and what a salary cap is, and all the different penalties. And as it got closer to the start of the 09-10 season, I watched the road to the cup video for the run I’d just missed (it’s on YouTube now!) and there was that shot of Geno looking up, you know the one, with his scar, and that was my tipping point. The coverage of him in the Carolina series just sealed it.

He fascinates me. He’s shy but loud, funny but so publicly emotional. He’s flawed as hell but he tries so hard. He’s arrogant but he deserves to be, and he’ll never ever allow anyone to give him credit for when he’s playing well, he deflects. He’s accurately predicted the future twice. He’s so loyal it’s to the point of folly, almost. He has an unbelievable smile and rescues alley cats and is scared of big dogs. He’s a bully who’s never met a charity he didn’t contribute to.

And holy shit can he skate. Holy shit does he play beautiful, brutal hockey. He’s vicious with his stick and graceful with his hands.

And, yeah, he’s hot. That’s important to me too and I’m not sorry about that!

Anyway, I like him a lot. Thanks for sending me this ask and letting me talk about why :)

#evgeni malkin #pittsburgh penguins #here have some idontlikeem lore #apologies if there are typos I’m on my phone and this was total stream of consciousness and I can’t be bothered to read for errors #when I’m being sincere I don’t like to edit what I say anyway it makes it feel artificial #posts like this are always genuine and from my heart! I’m not trying to be or sound any particular way #anyway I love him so bad he’s my very special guy #also anything for an excuse to promote the torchtoburn primers #please read them if you haven’t they’re excellent and you’ll learn a lot

[wishfuldivine]

Kyle leaving love notes on John's desk?

Every time his captain has a tough day or comes back from a grueling mission, he writes a loving note and places it on his desk.

John freaked out at first. Thinking that someone might've broken into his office. But once he saw the handwriting, he smiled widely. It was from his sergeant.

It continued on like that. Kyle was not aware that John knew it was him all along. The captain played it out as if he didn't know who it was leaving notes.

That was until John caught Kyle one day. He was sneaking into his office quietly, looking around before going in. John saw the opportunity and followed, a small smirk on his lips.

John immediately went in with stealthy steps and locked the door. He walked closer towards Kyle, and once the sergeant placed the note on the desk, John grabbed Kyle by the hips and pulled him back.

"Sneaky bastard, hm?" He whispered into his ear.

Kyle all but gasped.

#kyle gaz garrick #john price #pricegaz #gaz x price #price x gaz #cod gaz #cod price #cod #call of duty #writing prompt #i just wrote it from scratch so excuse any grammar errors or whatever

[hellionhero]

What if... instead of culinary arts, Mo decides to go to law school after seeing how poorly the family lawyer handled his dad's case, and somewhere along the way he meets He Tian who comes from a very well-known family of lawyers who may or may not be a bit shady

#english is not my first language so please excuse any grammatical errors #and yeah i took some inspo from the series SUITS #19 days #tianshan #mo guan shan #he tian

[vtoriacore]

✧ truly, he can’t hate you

note: since it was his birthday vv recently, i decided malleus needs to suffer and be sad and feel the thousand winds of torment and misery (this isn’t me wanting to see his OB form early at all or anything don’t look AT ME LIKE THAT GRRRR) ! but man did i miss writing angst and it just works so well with him so like . . . 🤭

tw: yandere, angst [no comfort]

synopsis: in which malleus cannot bring himself to be happy, having bound you both to shackles of anguish that he isn't willing to remove - no matter the cost.

Silence. It had been like this for quite a while now; he counted all the days, turned to weeks, turned to months. And yet, despite the crushing pressure of the unspoken words he knew you'd utter if you were more responsive, he finds that he doesn't mind it all too much anymore.

Or so he tells himself each time the dull ache comes back as his brilliant green eyes take in your form once more. He knows you can feel him gazing at you, and he knows that your policy of ignoring his existence will not be disturbed. He really should hate you for it but he doesn't.

He can't bring himself to, as after all he was the one to take you back with him all the way to Briar Valley. You always used to say that you hated the atmosphere of the place, and how often everything seemed too dim and sombre. He would always recount the way your once shining eyes settled on every grand structure, and how you'd grimace at the way the gargoyles on many of the stone walls would tower over everyone - never knowing if they were scrutinising or safeguarding.

Malleus hated to admit that it hurt. Absolutely loathed to admit that it stung and stabbed at his pallid skin until he'd have to forcibly stop himself relaying your cold disregard of his home, his culture, his identity. It left him feeling cold to the core and each time he'd only be more numb to your cruelty than the last. But it was never easy to bear nonetheless.

He supposed this was the only good thing about the ever present silence, but the knowledge of you despising anything and everything about his very substance still had him faltering and grasping at even the tiniest sliver of perceived reciprocation. He hated how you made him feel so desperate and fragile, but he could never hate you.

Admittedly though, he had begun to hate the circumstances you both found yourself in. First and foremost he didn't want to own up to the fact he had brought you here against your will (and he so wishes you'd understand it's for your own safety!) and that you were very clearly discontent with his actions. However, Malleus had hoped you'd show even the slightest bit of gratitude - he had to fight tooth and nail to get you to where you are now.

He shed blood, but not his own, to have you sitting beside him on this emerald bejewelled throne as a rightful ruler of the Briar Valley, and yet when you used to defiantly reject every concession he had ever made all you uttered with disgust was a curt "I hate this" followed by a prolonged "I hate you."

When you had learned of his slaying of an advisor for even suggesting to remarry someone else, you had stopped talking completely though. There were no more simple, short words to be spoken, but he understood the silence very well. He was after all, used to being alone. Used to the discreet glances of rejection from majority of those he had crossed paths with. But he just couldn't understand why you didn't see things the way he did.

Why couldn't you comprehend all the sacrifices he had made? Why couldn't you see the way he defied Lilia, his most trusted bodyguard, when he had gone against bringing you here? Why couldn't you realise the painstaking guilt he felt for imprisoning Silver for trying to help you escape? Why couldn't you discern the way he banished Sebek for an attempt on your life and how it made him want to claw at his throat to atone for his actions?

Were you this content to let every relationship of his dissipate into dust, as if they had never carried an ounce of meaning? Did you take pleasure in the way his feelings, very raw and ready to boil over, were being torn to shreds every passing second? Are you satisfied with how his memories spill out into a mirage of a sullied dream as he clutches at his chest until he loses awareness of his surroundings?

He honestly couldn't tell, and maybe -he rationalised with himself- that was for the better. Because for as long as you don't voice these thoughts and split his heart open, he'd be able to keep hanging onto the hope that one day you might just change your mind and be his last meaningful relationship. Ignorance may not be complete bliss, but it's far better than the awareness of his growing misery.

#twst x reader angst #twst x reader #twst angst #twst #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus draconia #twst x yuu #malleus draconia x yuu #twst x you #twst x y/n #these tags are so hUHJDGH to type out oml #also i didnt proofread this and wrote it on a whim so #excuse grammar mistakes and punctuation errors should you find any #merry or sad reading <3

[total-drama-brainrot]

Millie total drama

My girl. Millie has done nothing wrong ever, your honour she was trying her best and that's all that matters.

Especially in season two; Millie's only folly was being morally blinded by her desire to win, which (quite frankly) so many other characters in the series have followed that same fate without being as punished by the narrative as Millie was.

She showed remorse for her momentary lack of judgement there, and yet all she got for trying to be a decent person and apologise was an early elimination. I was so looking forward to seeing Millie stand on her own two feet as an individual character instead of just "Priya's friend".

And the stereotype she's based on? The whole discount-psychologist schtick she's got going on could be so fun to explore, especially since the cast she's a part of is filled to the brim with unconventional characters that anyone with even a passing interest in psychology/sociology would be itching to dissect. And yet she barely has any interactions with them along these lines; the most we get is her notes on Priya's terrible home life, which is a valid concern for anyone to have.

It just seems like such a waste to establish her character archetype in her audition video and the do near-enough nothing with it. She could've been so much more than Priya's satellite.

But I think the main thing that draws me to Millie is how she is, at her core, a well intentioned and empathetic character- and how these work as character flaws instead of positive traits.

Her strong sense of empathy makes her painfully mindful of how the people around her percieve her, so she's quick to make herself obsequious or otherwise changd herself to meet the expectarions she thinks others hold for her. When, in reality, the only person holding Millie to these expectations is herself.

Her good intentions oftentimes lead Millie to act outside of her juristiction in a misguided effort to help the people around her- i.e. her notes on Priya's home life, leading a blindfolded Damien into The Horrors to help her team win, ect.

It's just nice to see a people pleaser character who faces the realistic consequences of their actions instead of being held up on a pedestal by the story itself like Beth or Zoey. No shade to either of them, since I love both of them too.

#please ignore any spelling errors i'm typing this on mobile #i'm also on shift rn so excuse the messiness of my thought proccess here #total drama #td2023 #td millie #character analysis #⬅️ kind of #replies

[goldensunset]

i just think that kh3 re:mind

#y’know. you get it #HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY #*hands you them* #they are like. a chocolate covered strawberry to me (<— good at explaining thoughts) #i wish i’d had more time to work on this but i’m happy with it nonetheless! #forgive any errors i was zip zooming and also multitasking watching damo’s khux dub which has been great so far #kingdom hearts #kh3 #kingdom hearts 3 #kh #sora #kairi #sokai #mine: kh #my art #i love. drawing character floating in the void for unexplained reasons and this is the perfect excuse for it #they can just float and do stuff in midair. i love kh for that

[gorpiepng]

warning not proofread/some sort of au where the elevator is an entity itself and is aware of everyone’s existence

1:45 AM.

was what the last floor’s clock read. you aren’t entirely sure if that’s accurate or not, but it definitely does feel like it. your limbs grew tired and sore from back-to-back action trying to keep yourself alive; and perhaps some others on the way, too. many faint scars and light bruises paint your skin if you squint. it’s not like you hated the elevator— there were good days & bad days, and lately you’ve been on the short end of the stick. being left behind, sacrificing yourself for the sake of other’s, or just one tiny slip adds to your growing exhaustion. it’s not even like you can beg anyone for mercy. no matter how many times you ‘die’, you’re forced to awaken again, sometimes in an entirely new floor. all you want to do right now is collapse and have a drink. preferably one that doesn’t have strange side affects NOT written on the label.

as that familiar elevator ‘ding!’ echoes through your cluttered mind for the millionth time today, you were met with an unfamiliar floor which bought your attention almost immediately. despite being ready to pass out, you had a couple more minutes of energy to spare on adventuring a whole new room. after all you may need the knowledge for later if that stupid elevator entity decided to throw you into another random room the FIRST thing you open your eyes. cautiously stepping out of the mind-numbing torture chamber, you take your time in observing your surroundings. a dark, dimly lit enviornment with cheap benches and a vending machine? oh, score! you could finally have a proper rest and a drink— if only for a little while. the subway held a rather nice atmosphere, the music from the jukebox bouncing off the walls and boosting your mood a little.

your smile quickly changed into a slight frown as your tired brain makes a realization. patting up and down your pockets, you couldn’t feel any spare change you’ve been collecting since the beginning of the day. a strong wave of frustration filled your senses before being overpowered by exhaustion, and you sigh miserably. while the vending machine did have… complimentary? coins on the top, you most definitely weren’t able to reach them. you made a mental note to NEVER get your hopes up again, ever. deciding to cut your losses and take the L, you look back up to notice a strange figure standing a few feet away from you.

“hey. mind moving? you’re blocking my way.” the stranger uttered beneath his breath, shuffling toward you leaving no other choice but to back off. his presence did startle you a little— most others would make themselves known first thing, but this guy? if you weren’t in their way, you’re sure he wouldn’t have spoken up at all. responding with a tiny huff, the beetle-like stranger shot you a piercing glare with their red eyes. it sent a striking chill down your spine, awkwardly averting your gaze to the cold tiles beneath you.

“not gonna find anything down there, are you?” he hummed in a way that felt somewhat judgmental. it was almost humiliating. sheepishly returning your attention back to the stranger, you notice the coins from the vending machine missing. wow, it’s not like they even wanted anything.

“ah— no, i guess not.” you quietly mumble out– not really wanting to talk to this mysterious figure at the moment, but your curiosity always got the best of you. your eyes linger on him for a little too long as you watch him silently enter the elevator, meaning you’re stuck with him for who knows how long! not wanting to cause any more trouble, you quickly rush into the elevator and stand diagonally to the stranger. despite initiating previous conversation, they refused to even look at you. weird.

it was definitely going to be a long night.

#regretevator #regretevator x reader #regretevator au #i actually did finish writing this at 1:40 AM #so excuse any errors or whatnot lol #idk if i’ll make this a serious but lmk if y’all fw it and i might!!! #regretevator pest x reader #regretevator pest #pest x reader

[simpforbutchwomen]

May I ask for a one shot of Junker Queen’s fem! S/O comforting her after another one of her nightmares? Like the one she had in her cinematic, about her past during the wastelands! I adore how you write Junkerqueen <3

'Nightmares' Junker Queen x Fem!Reader

hope this is okay <3 !

tw: Death, Depictions of death

' "Take 'em out, the kids don't need to see me like this." Her fathers voice echoed in the chambers of her mind. Everything hurt.

All she could see was her father, looking dreadfully.. ill...

Recurring memories of being exiled waved in and out. The pain, sorrow, and confusion were ever so present in her mind.

Echo's of her parent's pleading rang loudly in her ears before she had come to the realization of what was happening before her eyes.

Her father was dying. She didn't quite know how, or why, but she could tell. Could it have been the lack of food... or perhaps the ever present radiation. Heat exhaustion perhaps.

Odessa hadn't noticed that her other siblings had been swiftly shooed out of the room by her mother.

She felt a hand rest upon her shoulder, turning her head upwards to see her mother. Everything became blurry...everything except the stream of tears pouring down her mothers face.

Odessa snapped her head towards her father, skin puffy and yellow. Eyes bloodshot and lips pale.

Rapidly he began to decline becoming more pale, veins more prominent. His eyes sunken in and grey, drooping down.

Terrified she turned back only to be met with screams.

"I just hope that the youngin's are old enough to remember me." That echoed in her ears as visions of death and decay flashed before her eyes. It was all moving so fast.

The void surrounded her and all that was in her vision was her fathers corpse. Every little detail enhanced. No matter where she turned or look it's all she could see. Odessa fell to the ground covering her ears with her tiny hands, eyes sealed shut trying to shut the visions out. '

You woke up to the sound of Odessa gasping for breath. Her face looking distraught, eyes sealed shut and eyebrows furred together. Her chest heaving up and down, struggling to breath.

You sat up, brushing the hair out of your eyes before shaking her. "Dez?" you whispered. "Dez, love, wake up." you continued to shake her. You could hear grunts coming from her as she tossed her head to the side.

You persisted on, attempting to wake her up. "Odessa." you spoke louder. "It was all my fault!' She shot straight up, her hands covering her head.

You scooted your frame closer to her, wrapping your arms around her shoulder. "Dez, sweetheart, it was just a nightmare. It's okay." She was drenched in sweat, yet shivering at the same time.

This was unfortunately a reoccurring thing for her. Some nights were better than others. Most of the time she would just jolt up out of bed and head out for a smoke to clear her head before coming back to bed. Other nights, much like this one, was a completely different story.

You leaned in, giving her a kiss on the cheek. You could feel hot streams of tears coming down, gliding across your skin. It was rare to see her cry. Extremely rare.

Her breathing calmed down slowly. She brought her hands up to her eyes to wipe away her tears before letting out a sigh. "It's alright love...I'm fine. You should go back to sleep."

She pulled away from your hold, scooting towards the edge of the bed before standing up. You looked up towards her, worry filling your mind. You couldn't stand when she pulled the ' I'm fine ' stunt. She clearly wasn't.

Dez stretched her shoulders a bit before reaching into her nightstand drawer, grabbing a cigarette and her lighter. She swiftly headed out of the room, gently pulling the door shut behind her. You got up out of bed, rubbing your eyes. You checked the clock sitting on the bedside table, ' 4 : 00 AM '. You let out a sigh before heading out of the room to hunt her down.

It didn't take long to find her. You walked up behind her, about to sit down before she spoke "I thought I told you I'm fine."

"Your not." you kneeled down behind her, wrapping your arms around her torso. You heard the flick of her lighter, feeling her chest rise with the inhale of smoke. You buried your face into her back, feeling the warmth radiating against your cold face. "It's not your fault Dez....none of it was."

"Sure as hell feels like it was." she said before taking another puff. You crawled over to her side, resting your head against her shoulder. "I thought you couldn't stand the smell of these things?" she questioned before flicking the buds to the ground. "I can't. I hate that you smoke but I'm not here to lecture you."

"Well that's a first from you Y/N." she chuckled softly before putting the rest of her cigarette out into the pavement. "Your parents would be proud of you....you know?" . You felt her tense up after you spoke. "I love you Y/N." She said, leaning he head on yours. "I love you too Dez." You two sat outside for a while in silence. Looking up at the stars. She grabbed your hand, rubbing your soft skin with her thumb.

"Do you think you will be able to get back to sleep?" you asked, hoping the answer would be yes. She needed sleep, it was a miracle she had gotten as much as she did. "I'll at least try, if not do you reckon you'd stay up with me?" You smiled, leaning up to give her a soft kiss. "I'll stay up for days if you need me too, Dez."

#junker queen x reader #junker queen #overwatch imagine #odessa stone #i'm sleep deprived so if there's any errors please excuse me #@-@

[ellenchain]

Freelancer Safehouse in Sims 4

It took me longer than I would have liked, but it was fun nonetheless! 47 can finally use his house and have fun, meditate, sleep, shower, unfortunately not shoot, but do other nice and mundane things like cleaning (who cleans this big house if not himself?!), gardening, exercising and many other great things!

I have published the house in the Sims 4 gallery, so you can use it in your own game. However, I have used some custom content, since I don't own many expansion packs.

So if you want to use the house, you should download the following content before implementing the house to you game:

I didn't create the following content, so many thanks to the artists who took the time to create them! The links will lead you to their sites, where you can download the packages.

Half walls (for gun display)

Weapons 1 (hangig)

Weapons 2 (lying + shooting range but there was no space for it)

Bathroom elements (shower in the basement)

Glas fence without edges (for basement terminals)

Hanging plant (fern for the roof)

Bathroom shelf and other items (Kitchen stuff pack) (see what's in the pack)

The bird cage

Everything is free to download - but you can always support the artists!

If you see some things displaced, please use the cheat "bb.moveobjects" to relocate them.

I have the following expansion packs:

#hitman #freelancer #sims 4 #custom content #I've never built something so fancy so please excuse any errors #Also excuse the unsteady camera in the video #I can't handle the free camera tool in sims

[voxofthevoid]

Wait I— WHAT— 500k+ words for JJK? Alone? Oh my god. I’m one of your new readers, and I’m blown away by not only your word count but the wRITING LOGS?? How?? Do you keep track of your WIPs?? Do you write consistently, period?? Do you have any advice for someone who can barely squeak out a paragraph to describe a vision in their brain?? Please bless me with your skills, Vox-sensei 😭🙏

Welcome to my madness 🤣❤️

Okay, in all fairness, I'm usually not this unhinged productive. Last year, for instance, my total word count was only around 250k (iirc). I'm sure I wrote more than that from 2018 to 2020, but my logs from those are divided by fics/chapters or weekly.

... I've, uh, tried a lot of shit over the years.

Which is an important point! I've been posting to ao3 for nearly a decade now (not consistently, but I don't think I was away for more than a year or two), and I've been writing in some capacity for around 15–17 years now. There's been a lot of trial and error over the years, plus changing life circumstances leading to varying energy levels and writing time. The main factor is inspiration; if it's there, I'll write a lot, but if not, I'll be a potato.

So with all that in mind!

Logs

I do keep track of both my word count and my WIPs. I've got color-coded docs and spreadsheets even because I'm a fucking nerd. I've got pictures of it floating somewhere on this blog, but my fic folders tend to be nested, numbered little monstrosities.

WIPs

I call them WIPs sometimes because they're extensively detailed outlines mostly, but the more accurate term is ideas/plot bunniesdemons. I don't work on more than one story at a time. Typically, I start something and write it in narrative order until it's done. There are exceptions—my current fic was started in a post-236 frenzy, and I set aside the PWP I was working on for it. But usually, I only actively write one story at a time while everything else gets developed/outlined as inspiration strikes.

Consistency

You could say I write consistently, yeah! I don't do it every day because I take breaks whenever I finish a chapter (and of course, life throws curve balls sometimes), but typically, I write around 22–25 days a month. I set aside a few hours for it. Average daily word count also varies, but these days, it's 1.5–3k. When I'm really in the zone, it can reach 5–6k.

I'm a hobbyist writer with no aspirations of writing professionally, so my approach to the whole thing has been to wing it and see where it takes me. So I haven't really done anything with the concrete goal of improving. The best (and only) advice I have is very boring and cliche though: read and write.

Read widely if you can and narrow in on the kind of style and genre you like. Note down passages or turns of phrase that struck you and figure out why. You'll absorb a lot automatically, but I've heard people recommend emulating styles on purpose as a writing exercise.

Mainly though, the best and easiest way to improve is to keep writing. Technical rules can be learned pretty easily, especially with how many resources are available online now. Field/subject-specific reference materials are also abundant. But developing your own style and improving the flow of your prose are things that need practice. And it never really stops, especially because your writing will continuously evolve in more ways than one.

This got way longer than I intended. Oops? Thanks for asking though, anon. I did have fun replying!

#i love my anons #anon #I'm typing this while very sleepy so excuse any errors

[nonuggetshere]

OUGH LISTENING TO SONGS ALWAYS MAKES ME BUZZ ABOUT FAAF

ROTATING FLOWER BEING BITTER AND ANGRY AND RESENTFUL TOWARDS SO MANY PEOPLE EVEN VERY EARLY ON BECAUSE OF HOW THEY'VE BEEN TREATED!!! I DON'T FOCUS ON THAT NEARLY ENOUGH BC I DO ENJOY MY DADDY ISSUES AND WET SAD CAT MOMENTS BUT THEY DO FLIP FLOP BETWEEN BEING WET SAD CAT AND BEING SOOOO BITTER AND ANGRY AND RESENTFUL FROM THE GET GO

I think I should rewrite Flower a tiiiiny bit to have them show that side more, not even willingly but after decades of bullshit and nobody appreciating what they've done and sacrificed for thisnkingdom they're just fed up and it accidentally spills to the surface <3 Bringing the sort of toxic vibe to the Pale Court that the snubby nobles don't appreciate

I like thinking about people seeing their expressions for the first time and them being negative ones so so much <3

ALSO the FaaF variants where Flower is downright a cunt to the Pale Court (DESERVED) and shows their bitterness and disdain very early on after the accolade my beloved <3 Variants where instead of keeping to themself and keeping up the hollow persona because it's comfortable and bottling things up they let their aliveness be shown in the most bitter way possible, no longer thay quiet ~perfect, pure~ knight but a near-god of their own right that will put the fear of God in you with only one glare <33 they deserve that <333

Yeah I might rewrite Flower a tiiiiny bit so that part of them shines through a little more, it wad always there they just bottled it up and then vented it out to their bfs, but I just like to write angry and bitter Flower it's SO fun

And also maybe people shouldn't be assholes to the palace's nr 1 people watcher who got told secrets all the time because nobody thought they were alive and able to comprehend them so they didn't care if they were in an earshot

Just a thought

Flower has soooooo much dirt on so many people and one of these days some fuckhead will push them too far and they'll decide to choose violence that day

#thylacines can talk #faaf au #they should get to be a little bitter in the palace life as well mot only venting to their close ones in private. as a treat #raw from discord so excuse any mistakes or spelling errors

[spenserthesnail]

Ok so this is my general idea of how the Membrane family combined w the Utoniums !!

More writing under the cut

In this AU, Professor membrane was manufacturing a teleportation device and of course he showcases it per usual - however by the forces of plot conveniences the machine malfunctions / there’s an incident (I’ll build on this eventually) and the Membrane family (and more) are transported to the PPG universe.

This results in a disoriented Membrane in a bright coloured new environment wondering what happened to his kids and deducing it down to a malfunction with his teleporter. Additionally, Blossom spotted Membrane appearing out of thin air and calls attention to the mad scientist - thus Professor Utonium becomes involved.

Anyway this is all that I’m stirring for now; dk how often I’ll post but so far I’m having fun 🫶

#professor utonium #professor membrane #invader zim #powerpuff girls #crossover #I dont write/post often so you’ll have to excuse any errors #blossom ppg #buttercup ppg #bubbles ppg #dib membrane #gaz membrane #not amazing art but for fun so who cares #they’re shopping