#this was supposed to be 5 sentences

[taitavva]

the consequences of taking any wayward child with red eyes under your wing ....

(sequel to this + full text under cut)

#akechi is surrounded by people who refuse to speak more than 2 sentences at a time #(ignoring shido: windbag extraordinaire ofc #what is a detective prince supposed to do ??? #i tried copying the tactica art style for the full text #i think he's cute ... #persona 5 #p5 #persona 5 royal #p5r #procreate #2023 #goro akechi #sae niijima #3 hours #it took me like an hour to type that out tbh #ignore any grammar mistakes i totally proofread that block of text #this is my “he would NOT say that” moment #taitavva sketches

[semperama]

virgin max (age gap…😵‍💫) orrr inexperienced daniel for prompts🫶

Daniel tries to tell himself no for weeks. No, soft and stern, inside his own head--when Max shows up in his ready room after the race with his suit hanging off his waist, a strip of skin visible just at his hip; when Max apologizes for fucking up Daniel's race and Daniel can't help but think of things Max can do to make it up to him; when Max laughs at his jokes, too loud and too long, his cheeks bright red.

Even when Max is prickly and pigheaded, Daniel wants to crack him open and suck out the sweet inside. It's wrong to even think it, it's so fucked up, and...no. The answer is no.

Until Max plays dirty, invites Daniel to his place for a hang that no one else shows up to, sits too close in shorts too short, his legs splayed and the inside of his thighs pale and tempting.

Max is not even 20. Daniel thinks of himself at that age, and he felt like a kid, still in braces, struggling to follow his dreams. The last thing he would have needed was...whatever Max thinks he wants from Daniel. Attention? Affection? Or just his dick, betraying him when Max drops his face to Daniel's lap and rubs his cheek against it.

"Please," Max says.

"Have you ever...?" Daniel asks, and when Max won't answer, his face red, that's answer enough.

"Please," Max says again, and Daniel can't breathe for how much he wants him. He tries to summon that no, the one he's repeated to himself so much it should be easy to say. It should be easy.

"Yeah." It comes out hoarse. Ragged. His hand falls to the back of Max's head. "Yeah."

#maxiel #f1 #my writing #these were supposed to be 3-5 sentences so much for that!!

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday🎄

tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove

i wasn't gonna post anything but i wrote quite a lot today and need validation lmao (I think I might be about halfway done but who knows, it always gets away from me haha) today some buckley siblings feels, and hopefully soon ill get to the fluffy christmas part haha

prev snippet

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"(...) I used to make stuff for Maddie, and then when I was older I would save money to buy her something small and mostly symbolic.” he glances at Eddie. There’s a mix of bittersweet nostalgia and sadness on his face. “She made all my Christmases bearable, and after she left-” he stops abruptly and quietly clears his throat. When he speaks again, he doesn’t finish the sentence. Eddie wants to ask, but he figures Buck will share what he’s comfortable sharing, he doesn’t want to push. “But that was the one thing I wanted so badly, more than anything, more than any cool toys or- or anything,” he chuckles again, “and Maddie tried to give it to me, and she got in trouble for it. So after that, I just never asked again.”

“Buck.” Eddie says softly, wishing he could do anything to make it better, to fucking go back in time and give Buck all the Christmases he ever dreamt about.

“But I always wished-” Buck continues, then glances at Eddie nervously. 

“Wished what?” Eddie’s thumb softly swipes along Buck’s neck and jawline, as far as he can reach. He just wants to comfort him somehow, and at the moment this is the only way he knows how, just a comforting touch, being there, listening.

“That one day, when I grew up,” Buck looks down at his lap again, his voice getting even quieter, “I’d have my own family and I’m gonna do matching Christmas sweaters every single year, and take tons of pictures of us all together, and-” he pauses again, and, with a teary laugh, raises his hand to wipe at his eyes. Eddie wants to wrap him in his arms and hold him. (...) “But it doesn’t matter, I don’t-” Buck shakes his head, and leans away from Eddie’s touch. Eddie aches to keep touching him, to reach out and follow, but he respects that clearly that’s not what Buck wants anymore, that’s fine. “I don’t have my own family yet, so it doesn't matter. Let’s just drop it.” he says, tone decisive, face red, eyes glued to the screen again. 

Eddie frowns. What the hell is Buck talking about? He has a family, right here.

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#wip wednesday #buddie christmas fic #took out a few sentences from this snippet bc it was too long lol #it was mostly about buck loving to take pics and keep photo albums etc #and eddie wondering if his parents ever even took any pics of him when he was little or if the few he has are bc of maddie #bc ngl i wonder about that way too often #and I have like 5 albums of just my pics from my childhood and i love it and i think buck'd love that and he'd make sure chris has that lol #idk buck's childhood is something i think about so fucking much and it's so sad and im projecting my anger toward the buckleys onto eddie #this fic was supposed to be cute and fluffy with a sprinkle of sad but so far it's all sad with a bit of fluffy oops haha #fic snippet #buddie #buddie fic #buddie wip #wikiangela writes #my writing #my wips

[red-flagging]

Sewis - Rhythm of Your Love

(send me a title and i'll give you a 5 sentence* fic)

"Seb," Lewis's muffled voice says, a rhythmic thumping coming from the trailer door for the fifth time in as many minutes, "Seb, I know you're in there, come on."

"No," Sebastian says out loud into his pillow, and even to his own ears, his voice sounds horribly petulant, but–fuck, he deserves to be, after this race. Fuck Austria, and fuck the SF1000, and Binotto, and Christian for finding him after the race just to clap him on the back and say, "Tough bit of luck, eh?" – and fuck himself, too, for looking over at the RB16 in parc fermé and thinking for one treacherous moment, what if, what if, what if–

"Seb," Lewis says, "I'm not leaving until you open this door." His voice is equal parts concerned and exasperated, the sound of it as familiar as Seb's own heartbeat. As stupidly, stubbornly persistent as his own heart, too, with the way it bashes itself against closed doors and refuses to leave well enough alone and surfaces in front of him, day after day after year after year, even when he's done nothing to keep it coming back.

He waits a second longer anyways, just in case Lewis has let his better judgement win out and is going to leave him to wallow in peace after all–

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap, Lewis's hand on the door says again, and Sebastian groans into the pillow and pushes himself up to go let him in.

#alternately: rhythm of your love is the title of my current plotless emotional support bedtime story AU #where lewis is an ex-ballerina turned choreographer and seb is a mostly-unemployed fine dining chef who's supposed to be writing a cookbook #but is mostly just burnt out #and they fall in love about it. #rpf #my fic #truly love to be like let me do this 5 sentence ask meme to practice writing fast and messy and casual #and then immediately open up 5 different wikipedia tabs and agonize over characterization lmao #*yes i will be stretching the concept of '5 sentences' to its limits and beyond don't @ me about it lol

[bnesszai]

kunichuuzai + "wanna go?"

Hi Ela 🥰

Hhh i love them.

The door of the Agency slams open and nearly everyone startles and looks over.

Dazai doesn't move from his spot, head resting on Kunikida's desk, too close to his computer, where Kunikida keeps shoving him away. "He's here."

"Shut up," Kunikida says.

"He probably feels neglected because someone made us come to work on his day off."

"Shut up, you walking mummy."

Chuuya stomps over, ignoring the questions and threats thrown his way. He stops at Kunikida's desk and throws three tickets down. "Wanna go?"

Dazai stands up immediately and drapes himself over Chuuya's back. They stare at Kunikida as he types types types--

Sighing, Kunikida stands up. "Fine."

Dazai cheers, Chuuya laughs and turns away, and the Agency watches in utter confusion as Kunikida abandons work for an idiot and an enemy.

Ranpo cackles.

#i know your sentence was supposed fo be first but #this is what popped in my head #ela #bsd #thanks for playing! 💚 #i wanted this fo be better but I've already gone over 5 sentences so ✌️ #ness writes

[definitelynotnia]

im sorry i have to rant im so fucking pissed

my exams end on 19th and I have to get rid of some books and buy some books which are quite pricy online so I had planned on going to college street on 20th and selling my books and buying the new ones at a cheap price and i was frankly really excited about it because all I get is a one day break to relax bcz i have to start studying for entrances from 21st so all I have is 20th and i wanted to spend it at college street and then get some food and basically have like a solo date kind of thing.

and i was so so excited about it i told my boyfriend about it like 500 times bcz i kept forgetting i've already mentioned it and it was literally on my mind a lott so i kept bringing it up and ik it seems like not a big deal cz i can just sit at home and chill too but i literally do not get to go outside my house. like- the last time i went out was new years eve and after that the only time i've gone out is to school or to give my boards that is it. my mother has some weird like problem wiht me going out like even if i tell her that i just want to go to our terrace for 5 minutes just to get some fresh air she won't even allow that she'll be all suspicious and like sTaNd In ThE bAlCOnY aNd TaKe FrEsH aIr like she herself doesnt leave the house (and blames it on me and my brother ???? when have we ever stopped you bro, she said I HaVe To Be HeRe To KeEp An EyE like im 18 i dont need to be watched 24/7 stop blaming me for choices you put upon yourself) and i just feel so suffocated ALL THE TIME i feel so overstimulated and im so sick of rotting on my bed and i dont want to wait for some birthday party or friends meet up to be able to leave my goddamn house i just wanted to go and have a fun day and get me some books thats it.

anyway so initially the plan was that my mom would go along but something came up so she wanted to postpone it to 21st and i didn't want to bcz i'd already be missing 3 days bcz of my boyfriends birthday, holi and my brothers birthday (all of which are important and i dont want to miss which makes me the villain apparently bcz i should "adjust" and cancel my "parties" instead of trying to stick to my plan bcz that makes me too demanding and selfish apparently) so i suggested that ukw why dont u go do ur thing which came up and i'll go to college street by myself...which is when the solo date idea came which i had really wanted all along but didnt bring up bcz i knew she'd say no but now there's a valid reason for me to go alone so like, its a pretty easy fix i can just go alone but noooo. First of all,

I've been to college street multiple times before so its not like its an unknown area to me

im going by metro which is quite safe

im going when there is stark daylight and i will return home much much before it gets dark and im literally 18

she never lets me go anywhere alone, not even take ubers alone if i want to get back from somewhere my bf has to come drop me everytime and then go backwards to his house which is so so so stupid and i never get to go out alone unless accompanied by family or by a male friend, so obv when i said i'll go to college street alone she refused to let that happen and started screaming about how 'if its so important to go on 20th bcz u dont want to miss a day of studying then cancel ur 'parties' and study then' and i was like no its not about missing a day its just that there's a very easy and logical fix to this problem which is i go alone and its not inconveniencing anyone so why cant i just do that but she will not listen to that bcz im 'adamant' and 'everything has to be according to me' bcz i found a viable solution to the problem. so instead of letting me just go she was literally ready to pay much more money and buy the books online, like.....why cant i just go bro??? (and she keeps telling me im a waste of her money bcz i will amount to nothing in life and my education was a failed investment or wtv so like now why are u wasting more money??? im literally trying to save the money that u 'waste' on me so just let me ???)

anyway i called my dad last night and told him and he was super ok with the idea he said its a good idea that i go alone and that he would speak to her but then today when i asked her if dad spoke to her she said yes, we'll go on 20th and i was like .....we? so apparently she CANCELLED her previously immovable thing for which she wanted me to cancel my 'parties', she cancelled that and agreed to go with me on 20th just so that i dont get to go alone- like ???????????????? what is ur problemmmm

so obv i was super annoyed and i went on a whole ass rant about how i literally struggle to even cross roads bcz i dont know shit about basic travelling bcz all my life ive been in a car and its a running joke with all my guy friends that i 'cannot navigate' and 'dont know any places' and obv??? if im never allowed to go anywhere then how tf will i know the places- the only places i know is bcz recently i've been paying a lot of attention and asking my dad stuff about what roads to take to reach certain places and when i go out with my friends i kind of try and learn a bit but thats it i've only ever gone alone completely alone to two places which is my beauty parlour thats 5 minutes away from my house and one bazaar one time that was 2 bus stops away, thats it. thats my extent of public travelling alone. and now im supposed to go to a whole new STATE for college and i cant even call myself an auto without struggling. and like- is this not a basic life skill??? like ok yeah its not rocket science and i will probably figure it out even if i start later in life but why not now? most of my guy friends literally go everywhere alone, why not me? and my dad agreed with all of this but my mom was just like "you'll be in the hostel only, no need to go out of the campus" like ARE YOU FOR REAL????????? and she's like "if u want to learn skills learn how to cook" like ok yes i will also learn how to cook for sure but i wont have a fucking kitchen in the hostel but somehow cooking is an urgent skill i should learn but going places by myself is unimportant bcz i should just never? leave? the? hostel?

anyway after much screaming and shouting my dad gave up and just cut the call bcz he doesnt want to get into an argument with my mother and my mother was being all suspicious like why do u hAvE tO gO aLoNe AlL oF a SuDdEn even though i literally explained why i want to do this alone but she doesnt think thats valid. so she refuses to let me go and i asked her for one reason why i shouldnt cz usuallt its always "no u have exam what if smthn happens" but now i literally dont even have exam so whats ur excuse now? streets will always be unsafe forever so "what if smthn happens" is not a reason to never let me go out without a man so just gimme one reason and she couldnt give me a single reason she just said "i said no, thats it".

and now she's gone off about how im useless and blah blah and "high maintainance" bcz i want books and "everyone else (some pishi's son) just studies online" and so the whole option of college street is apparently now cancelled and she's trying to set up a whole ass kindle account (half the books i need arent even available as ebooks) just because i wanted to go by myself.

#in our house kids dont stay outside past 6:30pm'' but now all of a sudden its fine for my brother to play #till 10:30 at night #she literally stopped me permanently from going down in the evenings since i was in class 7-8 #this is why ive never had any friends outside of school bcz she wouldnt let me leave ths fucking house #and now that my brother is in class 7 #he's allowed to be out playing with his friends till 10 freaking 30 #he comes home an hour late sometimes...45 minutes and almost always at least 30 minutes late at NIGHT and she says nothing except like #one sentence #yeah im only the villain i only keep u locke #up in the house its all my fault #this is just so damn unfair #like literally insulting #im not a child what is her problem #what sort of fucking solution is 'never leave the hostel' like ok even if i do that what happens then??? after i graduate? #i'll be a 24 year old who doesnt know shit about going from one place to another without a man present] #and then this woman preaches how she 'always raises her son and daughter equally' like srsly shut the fuck up #my whole life i've been told abar late?'' #and for me bcz i would come home 5-10 minutes late nd i did it maybe once or twice she made me completely stop going down to play #5-10 minutes late from 6:30 wherein he comes an hour late from 9 fucking 30 #and this sounds so stupid bcz im an 18 year old now and i dont give a fuck abt how long i got to play but its just unfair dude #with me it was always smthn or the other either exams or she gets miraculously sick every time i want to go out to play #im not even kidding she did a whole “i have fever and ur going to leave me like this and go play?” on me one time bcz i was adamant abt goi #after months of not being able to go bcz of exam or smthn or the other #she did not have any fever it was fucking bullshit #and how am i supposed to help with ur imaginary fever anyway im literally 12 #its so fucking annoying man and then if i say anything at all she'll go on a tirade about how #like YOU DO THOUGH??????? im sorry ur feelings are hurt bcz i said you do smthn that u LITERALLY DO #istg not even 2 days ago she was having a fight with my dad abt how he should teach my brother to learn how to cycle so that he can go buy #groceries #i can cycle

[status-updates]

[Previously, on Status Updates in The Arc of The Others:]

[Seven rings a bell to gather the others back.]

7: HEY FUDGERS! GET BACK HERE, WE'RE GETTING OUT OF HERE!

[The Hash and Slime appear from a different room to the right.]

#: Oh, this is gonna be good.

7: There's a man on the outside who wants to get 2 out, and seems likely indifferent to bringing the rest of us along.

?: Ha! Loike that woill evoir woirk- oictually that moight joist woirk.

[The rest re-appear.]

#: How'd the collection go?

6: We saw a grate to the surface.

8: Situlam inveni. [He pulls out a bucket. It seems to have lost its handle, but otherwise in great condition.]

4: I HAVE FOUND... STATUS MATERIAL! [Four pulls out a weird cannister.] Must make more status. CAN make more status! WILL make more status! status. status. status. status.

[Four leaves to his room. Five pulls Two aside to give a tour.]

5: Thi5 room is The Main Hall. It i5 where we convene. To the North are the Metal Land5. They are neat hallway5 where scrap materials and discarded tools can be found. To the 5outh, from where you came, are the Waterworks. Clean drinking water flows through. In both land5, the walls shift each day, when you look away. It is an ever growing maze. To the We5t, is Four's lab. A5 the creator and progenitor of u5, he has claimed much more space. He doe5 not like us intruding. To the Ea5t is where the rest of us reside. We have a room available, if you wish to-

[Seven claps in front of Five.]

7: There 👏 is 👏 a 👏 man 👏 who 👏 will 👏 let 👏 us 👏 out 👏 of 👏 this 👏 hell 👏 hole. 👏

Why. 👏 Do. 👏 You. 👏 Not. 👏 Care??? 👏👏👏

5: You never 5aid who.

2: Statableleus.

5: ...who?

2: hies Largegere

#Status Updates in The Arc Of The Others #side note Five is supposed to replace the first (and JUST the first) S in each sentence with a 5 but i've been forgetting to do it. #exclamation point pfp rpg blog cinematic universe

[whump-queen]

For the five sentence thing!

Whumpee let out a small whimper as [intimate] whumper entered the small catered-to room. With chains in Whumpers hands, Whumpee scoots further up the bed away from him, awaiting fearfully for whumpers plans.

The flick of a switchblade was all he needed to hear. The way the blue light flashed through Isaac’s dark green irises, glinting off of the edge of the blade as it clicked open.

Cool metal pressed against his neck, the edge digging in just above his hammering pulse.

That was all he needed to feel. He knew.

Today was the day. He was sure of it.

All those promises to cut him to pretty red ribbons weren’t for nothing.

Today was the day Isaac would finally kill him.

#not technically 5 sentences but here u go<3 #this is not part of a series I just got a very specific vibe for the whumper so #he told me his name apparently #which several of my ocs have yet to do #but this mf apparently has it so #idk name the whumpee ig <33 #I’m not sure if I’m supposed to include your sentence in my response but it was a great opener so I just continued help #below* #how did I sleep till 4 and I’m still exhausted mc #held at knifepoint #answered asks #akias asks #attempted murder #death mention #murder mention #stabbing mention

[shoezuki]

i love posts on here that are like 'here's the proper way to write/use certain words/format/what a paragraph should be' etcetcetc and how the replies are always people like OH MY GOD WHY WASNT I TAUGHT THIS IN SCHOOL????

because its always so obvious that like. the ppl who make those post almost always just read fanfiction. like

this is specifically about that post i saw that was like 'dont make ur paragraphs long you should cut it up so its more like individual seperate sentences w a space in between' and ppl in the replies losin it about how Amazing this is and im like. losing my mind cuz believe it or not. if you open up a book, you will find longass paragraphs. i have a book beside me i am studying from and there's pages that are just one or two paragraphs entirely.

its jus so funny to me and sometimes frustrating cuz ppl on here tend to spout methods of writing common to fanfics as Hard Rules in literature but its not. its absolutely not oh my gofdfkhglshg

#losing my mind rn #i dont wanna like rb that post n be a dick bout it but im like. its straight up false #i mean on one hand theres not a 'wrong' way to write. its however the fuck u wanna do it #but also its jus NOT TRUE #one the replies was like 'yea paragraphs are only supposed to be 5 sentences in essays' and i wanted to scream

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hm... Ok I know you said you've been craving Greasy smut this week... Buuuut

Imagine seeing Wheezy all pissed off. Not just annoyed or frustrated. So you offer to distract him from whatever got him so riled up. Either you or he makes the suggestion of making him feel better in ~other ways~

Or, for the Y/N's with an angry sex kink or a brat tamer kink. Imagine purposefully getting him riled up. Not in extreme ways necessarily, cause if it did you know he's just going to leave you alone. But eventually, either you find the right time to strike or Wheezy finds out what you're trying to do and decides 'Fuck it. You owe me anyway.' And takes his frustrations out on you like you wanted.

Ok bye now-

'Fuck it. You owe me anyway'

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i need a moment.

Okay okay I didn't know how to respond to this, because anything Wheezy related makes me combust a little, but I thought it would be fun to do a little excerpt of reader suggesting he take it out on them and also one of him asking to do it, like you said. So that's below. ^^

Wheezy Weasel x Reader || Excerpts

Plot: One where reader suggests Wheezy take his frustrations out on them and he agrees, and one where he asks them to help him. (Though the first one kinda encases both of those right off the bat- the second one is kind of like a bonus I guess XD )

Warnings: Wheezy being very very upset and sexual references. Some touching. Unedited.

It was very evident that Wheezy had reached the end of his tether. His smokes had done everything they could do for him, he had sucked every last modicum of calm from them already dealing with Smartass and Greasy all day being particularly frustrating and now he was just ticking bomb covered in jitters and plagued with a racing mind. He was silent, but the way he was staring at the wall and clenching his jaw around 3 cigarettes told you everything you needed to know.

"-Wheezy, come on. You're done today." You say gently, touching his hand gently and guiding him carefully away from the group- away to the quiet sanctuary of his room. Luckily for you, he followed you without a word, eyes downcast and still silent.

You always worry about him when he gets like this, especially since Wheezy is not unthreatening. He's tall and his muscles may not be swollen but they're tough like stone, and when he clenches his fists like he is you can see the tendons in his forearms- you get the terrible, grim feeling that if he punched someone, their was a good chance they would not get up again.

Wheezy does not look any more relaxed when the door closes behind his back, no relieved puff of smoke breathed out; he just stands in middle of the room and when you creep around him and peer at his eyes you can see he's so pent-up he cant even keep his gaze straight. His head isn't moving but his steely eyes flicker restlessly in the dark all over the floor, searching for something to stare at and calm down, and you swear a muscle in his jaw is going to pop.

"Wheezy?... "

He doesn't respond. He doesn't even glance at you- which is bad. Even when Wheezy has been madder then mad, almost losing his shit entirely, he would give you a glance to reassure you. He would be careful to spare you a second's consideration before he disappeared into his mind. But right now...

"... Okay- Wheezy?" Taking a step forward into him, you put your hands on his upper arms and hold him firmly; tilting your head to still see his eyes. "What can I do? Do you want me to go?"

He budges then, terrifying glacier-eyes flashing up to you and looking furious. No, then. That would be a no. He wants you- needs you, to stay. Carefully, ever-so-softly, you reach up and lovingly lay your knuckles along either side of his jaw. You feel like you're trying to calm a wild boar, the look in his eyes are wild. "... I wanna help you so bad, love, but I don't kn- "

As you stare deeply into your usually-chill (Albeit-really-anxious)-seeming lover, you have an idea dawn on you. Wheezy has never really been one for physical affection, he prefers to show he cares through actions- doing the right thing by you- but you think... maybe... right now, this man needs an outlet for his feelings. The smokes aren't doing it right now, so...

When you take your hands off of him, take a deep breath, and slip your fingers into the waistband of his pants then, testing the waters, he actually flinches. The first unprompted, non-monotonous movement he's made for the past 2 hours since he snapped during the last job- and you think you've done something wrong. That was the wrong move. Quickly you slip your hands away and raise them by your head like I'm sorry, my bad, I wont touch you I promise. "Sorry- "

"Don't." His voice is without tone and sits at a reasonable volume that you truly do not expect and so almost miss it. But its the first thing he's said since he fell into this state, and to your further surprise Wheezy reaches for one of your wrists and very purposefully, full of determination, carries it back down. Right to his crotch though this time, and he presses your palm into his bulge which you're surprised to feel is hot and throbbing under your touch. "... I need you."

Quickly nodding, you lean over carefully and graze your lips against his cheek; applying pressure to his cock that makes him sigh.

All damn day, these fucking assholes have been out of line. Completely out of- fuck. Wheezy cant even think, he's so pissed. Cant put together simple sentences in his head, much less outload. Smartass says something to him, he heard it (As a muffled garble through his raging thoughts and the blood pumping extra fucken loud inside his ears rather then actual words) but he's plain just not interested.

He needs to find- he's gotta see-

The only thing that doesn't feel like its setting Wheezy's lungs on fire right now is thinking about you- your skin, your weight, your lips on him. If he stops picturing you squeezing his cock like a wrench he's going to explode- he might, anyway, if he doesn't find your ass. Where the fuck are you right now??

He doesn't want to be this way with you, he sure as hell doesn't want you to feel intimidated into having sex with him, and he has tried to stay away. Leave you alone. Wait until he's a little more in control. But he made the mistake of remembering how it feels to be sunk in you and now he has to at least try to ask.

When he finally storms down the hallway and finds you in his room (Why didn't he fucken check here before?), Wheezy feels actual relief rush through him just seeing you- like a ton of bricks. Its not gonna be enough, but it feels good for a second. Your eyes lift from the book you're looking through and fuck they drive him mad, especially when you tilt your head to the side all-cute like that and ask him if he's okay? cuz he must look insane right fucken now.

He closes the door but he doesn't take his hand off the doorknob, clenching it in his fist like it could hold him back off you while he just asks. You repeat yourself for him, laying your book down next to you on the bed, and then say his name in that sweet voice, Wheezy, and he has to close his eyes. Squeeze them shut a moment, gather is thoughts. His control.

"Doll... "

"Mm?"

"... I don' wantya to feel l'ke ya don' have a choice, but I-... " He takes a deep breath through his nose, letting his eyes open up again but just looking at the ground in front of him. Not you. You'll set him off and he doesn't wanna scare you. "I've hadda... pr'tty long day... " Yeah, 'long'. That'll work. "And... "

He makes the mistake of looking up, because he can't help himself he's gotta look at you, and damnit you look so worried. Sweet thing- you don't deserve this shit. "Wheezy?... " You say it again, and he grits his teeth so hard he hears it.

"Babydoll I needta fuck you. Rough. Please- just- " He huffs out a sigh, really stuggling to stay where he is and not just throw you over the side of his bed and hold you there. Your pretty eyes widen and your eyebrows shoot up, fully intrigued, and he tries not to smirk (A feat that's only possible due to the turmoil brewing inside him right now). He does. But goddamn- Thank god you're such a little freak. "Couldja... couldja be up, for that?"

"Come over here already, Wheezy."

He's across the room in two seconds flat.

#uhhh these were supposed to be like 5 sentences max but um. #bill moseley has been all over my pinterest since yesterday so this just got away from me... 😅😅 #also i just love writng wheezy ^^ #I hope you like these! #Wheezy Weasel x Reader Excerpt #Wheezy Weasel x Reader #Wheezy Weasel #Toon Patrol #Toon Patrol x Reader #Excerpt

[lifesizehysteria]

A Ted Lasso one, if I may - Rebecca and Roy inadvertently at a strip club together please. 🤭

You literally sent this like 9 months ago and I couldn’t quite work it out and then forgot about it so here’s a 5 sentence story for this prompt.

“Oy, I thought this was supposed to be a business meeting with some… fucking investor or some shit,” Roy barked as they pulled up in front of a gentleman’s club that came with a reputation as bad as it’s alcohol was expensive.

“It is,” Rebecca said flatly, matching the unbothered look on her face as she shrugged. “When you’re asking someone for the amount of money we’re asking for, you meet them wherever they want.”

Roy grunted, managing to sound both impressed and repulsed, “Is this why you asked me to come instead of Ted?”

“Precisely.”

#I know this isn’t technically inadvertently but it’s the idea that came to mind and I liked it #sorry this took literally forever #englishstrawbie #message #written by lifesizehysteria #this was sent in after I decided to give myself 5 sentences instead of 3 to help with flow of dialogue even though #they were originally supposed to be 3 sentences

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

Sentence starter: "He understood why everyone feared the zorua and zoroarks, but he couldn't bring himself to do the same."

(still taking these!)

Irida described them to him as vengeful ghosts, who died of abandonment, and now hold a grudge against all humanity, and from the tone of her voice, she clearly felt this was a terrifying concept, but his first thought was,

How sad.

They attack without regard for their own life, she said, they bleed their own bodies in the pursuit of pain on others. How sad, he thought again. To be so consumed by one singular thing that your own life becomes an afterthought. Not pitying, but empathetic.

(He decided not to pause and interrogate the source of this empathy.)

Didn't they deserve it? Wasn't it the only sensible path? Was their anger, and bitterness, and pain, not wholly justified, if they had been abandoned first?

(Wasn't his?)

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Irida was there, the first time they encountered each other, had watched him kneel before them, and speak softly, without a trace of fear—had seen them stop, the way they never did for humans who ran or begged or fought. She had marveled at his courage—and then caught sight of his face, and undergone a nauseous shift in perspective.

Courage presumed fear, or danger. Fear of Zoroark required the natural human fear of pain and death.

And Ingo, apparently, felt neither.

#the nemesis speaks #the nemesis answers #anonymous #swift writes #pla analysis #ok that last part is tacked on bc i keep rotating That Moment in my head #i justm mm. thinking abt ingo. and loss. #i think on some level he kind of considers himself already dead #like the fact that he persisted alive in hisui is some kind of. whoopsie error on the part of the universe #and he was supposed to go the way of his memories #and it's like. how can you grieve something without even knowing what it is. #how can you grieve YOURSELF if you don't know who YOU are. how can you feel abandoned by something that may not even actually exist? #and then i get to this prompt and it's like.... oh yeah. points. it's The Same! #i could keep going but i want to keep it to some semblance of 5 sentences lmao

[dragonologist-phd]

Oooh--for Piper, 🦋 when she locks herself in prison and 📜 during his act 3 quest.

For Lilith, 🕷️ during act 4 when she's sneaking around and 👑 in the Midnight Fane!

ok so this got a little...longer than intended, lol. i sat down to answer these and my brain received them as mini writing prompts, which isn't exactly the point of the ask but was fun, so I just ran with it!

Anyway, here's Piper half of the answer, and I'll be following up shortly with Lilith's half!

🦋 Arueshalae:

Arueshalae paces through the city all night, her wings and her heart and her mind all too aflutter to be of any real use. None of her usual tricks do any good to calm her own; Desna seems farther away than ever, no music can form in her mind, and when she looks around her at the people on the street, all she can see is…

Piper. Piper is haunting enough as she is, with her brilliant voice and her graceful beauty and her inviting smile. But Piper as she had appeared in Arueshalae’s awful, horrendous, enticing vision…that was something else, and the waking dream has still not left Arueshalae’s mind.

Piper, flushed and trembling and breathless beneath Arueshalae’s touch. Piper, lifeless and empty, all her light drained away for the sake of Arueshalae’s hunger.

She can’t deny it anymore- Arueshalae aches for the realization of those desires. But she can’t let it happen, no matter how desperate the temptation. She must resist. She won’t do that, not anymore, not to anyone…and especially not to Piper, who has already shown her far more kindness than she deserves. Arueshalae cannot- will not- betray such kindness by giving in to her malignant urges.

Maybe the wisest thing for her to do is to simply leave. But…Arueshalae cannot bring herself to that decision, either. How could she flee now? How could she return to her cold loneliness, after knowing this warmth? How could she disappear, when Piper has asked her to stay?

How can she remain, when the danger within her continues to grow? Is she dooming them both, no matter what?

Arueshalae’s wandering feet reach the answer long before her wandering mind. She has paced late into the night, and the streets are empty when she finally looks up to realize that she has unconsciously brought herself to the iron gates of the Drezen prison. It was here that Piper first saved her, so long ago.

And that is when Arueshalae knows what it is she must do.

📜 Regill:

From the letters of Regill Derenge:

The following report consists of a detailed assessment of the character and aptitude of the Knight-Commander Piper Chanterelle of the Fifth Crusade, as described by Paralictor Regill Derenge following a practical demonstration of the Commander’s competency. The assessment has been divided into the following categories for ease of analysis:

Discipline: Weak. The Knight-Commander displays a vulnerability to emotional manipulation and a regretful streak of sentimentality. I have witnessed firsthand her willingness to risk the success of a mission over excessive concern for the safety of individuals, a clearly undesirable trait for any wartime leader.

Moral Fiber: Weak. The Knight-Commander has proven willing to converse with demons and appears to have given consideration to abyssal partnerships. While it should be noted that she has not, to my knowledge, followed through on any such deal, this nevertheless exhibits a clear weakness for demonic exploitation. This issue is of particular concern given that a known succubus has already managed to place itself in the Knight-Commander’s proximity, as described in previous reports.

Strategic Intelligence: Passable. The Knight-Commander did possess sufficient perception to discern the nature of the assessment before it’s full completion. However, her resulting indignation suggests that she did not fully grasp the purpose or the need for such a test. This is consistent with her previously noted shortcomings, as her weakness in these areas limits the full application of her abilities. That I was able to confirm the existence of such abilities is somewhat promising, as it indicates that improvement is still a possibility.

My final judgement of the Knight-Commander Piper Chanterelle is as follows: the Knight-Commander is clearly lacking in reliability and strength of character. However, the mythic powers she possesses present a unique opportunity which should not be squandered. I shall continue with this assignment and attempt to direct the Knight-Commander towards more productive behavior. Additional reports to follow as the situation progresses.

#thanks for the ask! #blame regill his answer was supposed to be like 3 sentences and it turned into 5 paragraphs #but that's what makes these so fun! #i'll prob throw these in piper's one shot collection too #ch: piper #ship: our own elysium

[tsubakura-enraku]

Fanfic Thingy!

"This can't be legal...Or ethical for that matter."

"This can't be legal...Or ethical for that matter."

The messy haired scientist adjusted their oversized hat and looked up at their new assistant. “It ain’t. But hey, you’re the one that was interested in a shady ad in the newspaper.”

They grabbed a stack of papers off of their messy desk and began to shuffle through them, skimming through their contents at an almost superhuman pace. Once they found what they were looking for, they took it out and they simply let the remaining papers fall and scatter across the room.

“Here.” They passed their new assistant the sheet and allowed them to read it. “This’s the procedure.”

The assistant began to slowly read through the procedure, but… their eyelids began to fall. They were so tired… They were always tired.

“...Hey! C’mon, don’t fall asleep on me now…! It’s just a short procedure, everything’ll be fine afterwards.”

“...Hunh?” The brown haired assistant’s eyes shot open, staring at the scientist in front of them with their deep black eyes. “A-ah, sorry. It sounds… dangerous. Do we have to do this…?

“Company needs funds. We gotta impress the higher-ups somehow. All we’ve gotta do is turn on the machine and test it works. C’mon.”

The scientist lead their assistant to a makeshift setup, where a large, strange machine sat next to a fold up chair. They began to punch in numbers into a keypad, and the machine began to whir loudly. For the assistant, this noise was almost unbearable to them for some reason unknown… But they had to deal with it. They had risked everything to get this shady job, and they weren’t going to simply run away from it now, even if the legality and ethics of it left much to be desired. The two sat there in silence as the scientist continued to punch numbers in.

“...Doc.” The assistant suddenly spoke up. “I’m still going to be paid for this, aren’t I?” The scientist continued to put numbers in, but continued the conversation, not looking away from their work for a second. “Yeah. If you survive it and get home fine, anyway…”

That sent shivers down the assistant’s spine.

After a few more seconds, the scientist stopped typing and stood up, clapping their hands together before crossing their arms.

“Right,” they said as they began to attach some wires to their assistant’s head and arms. “All you’ve gotta do is check if this leads to another dimension or not. Remember, you’ve got a panic button here if something goes wrong.”

Right. That’s a completely normal thing someone would say.

The assistant breathed in and attempted to calm their heart down. “I understand…”

“Turning it on in three, two…”

The scientist pushed a button, and the machine began to whir loudly once more. The assistant’s vision began to fill with a bright, neon green light. The sounds of the machine grew louder and louder, to the point where the assistant was barely able to hear anything else. Despite this, they swore they could hear some sort of distant, shocked yelling…

And then…

Their vision went blank and all went silent.

#lenen #len'en #tsubakura enraku #suzumi kuzu #pre-canon stuff #my writing #i really needed a break from something else i was writing so i decided to FINALLY write this #so sorry it took so long to get around to it #the tags kinda spoil who the characters are supposed to be but whatever #i had a lot of fun writing this actually #maybe ill write more of this at some point? #ill be honest i cant even remember which fanfic thing this was for #whether it was just “ill use this prompt” or “ill write the next 5 sentences” #woe. 500 word fic be upon ye

[asinglesock]

[emerges from the library covered in blood] four hours to get one miserable little assignment completed.

#a sock speaks #grad school tag #I have like 3 other urgent assignments to do today. 3 pm already and I have to finish a (big scary) form #write a 5-6 page reflection paper #watch 45 minutes of video lecture for Hebrew bc we have a flipped classroom :/ #translate 5 sentences for Hebrew #and I'm also supposed to spend several hours working on genealogical research for my job #I am simply not going to do all that.

[lexa-griffins]

i need to stop cringing at the things i write, i hate that i do that, im just writing about people having feelings why do i wanna recoil into myself, its fine you self deprecating self criticizing shit of a brain we're fine!!!!

#ignoreme.jpg #i'll write a damn sentence and 5 seconds later im questioning myself #'humans dont act like that' yeesss they dooo shut up shut up shut up we're supposed to be working together #yes lexa and clarke are married an trying for a kid #but they're nineteen!!!! #its okay if they get a little emotional and irrational!!!! #anyone want to trade brains i think mines broken!!!!!