#trash writes shorts

[digenerate-trash]

Yandere Sirris who encourages Sydney to befriend you, so you'll come over to their house and he can POUNCE without fear of anyone at school catching you and ruining his "good man" facade.

Fuuuuuuck. Damn okay, anon. You're a sick fuck. I'm into it. (I might have to do the teachers next because of this ask)

GN Sydney | GN PC | AMAB Sirris

Sirris has always been very particular about his tastes. Usually, he has boundaries and careful consideration when he is looking for someone to get romanticly involved with. He's always so careful with his feelings... he has a kid after all and he can't risk Sydney's stable home for anything less than perfection...

But that's when he met you. You're a bit off. You stand out in class. Not a troublemaker. But not a good student either. But there's something in the way you look at him that makes his heart jump. He spends all lunch period thinking about it. He wonders what he did to be cursed with these feelings...

He's upset and sick at the thought and when he goes to check on Sydney he spots you again. Leaning over the counter and talking to his son. Your hips swaying a bit as you chat with him. Sirris can't seem to tear his eyes away from you. When Sydney sees Sirris he waves and invites him over.

You quickly gather your book and head out and still Sirris can't focus.

"Dad!" Sydney says. Snapping his fingers and gaining his attention finally. "What are you doing here?" Sydney asks. He must have asked a few times but Sirris wasn't listening.

"Sorry kiddo- I just... I'm worried about them." He gestures Vaugely in the direction you left and Sydney nods.

"They've been having some trouble lately," Sydney explains. "Something with their caretaker. They refused to explain. They keep their personal life a secret... I'm getting worried about them-"

...an unstable home life is troubling... especially for someone as desirable as you, but you could keep a secret apparently, and you could probably use a safe place to go... Sirris is more than happy to provide for someone in need.

"Invite them for dinner Friday." Sirris encourages. "Maybe we can get to know your friend a little better."

Sydney smiles before the bell rings and he grabs the rest of the books that need to be reshelved. "I think they'd like that- who doesn't like us?" Sydney smiles a bit before Sirris heads back to his classroom. And as much as he wants to pretend that Friday is going to be nothing but innocent fun. He's already planning on a way to get rid of Sydney for the evening.

Friday rolls around and all throughout class you keep looking at the teacher. You seem nervous and Sirris tries to ignore it. He continues the lesson as if nothing is wrong and by the end of it you've packed up your bag but you wait for the class to leave. It's just you and him in the classroom now but Sirris keeps things professional. The door is open and he keeps the desk between the two of you as you confront him.

"Sydney invited me to dinner." You say. Your voice has a slight shake to it. But Siris doesn't seem to mind. Innocence is a virtue according to the church books his son brings home.

"And? Will you be joining us for dinner?" Sirris asks. He stays calm like his entire day won't be soured if you say no.

"...it won't be awkward?" You ask. "Since you're my teacher... I thought it might be awkward- you might not... want me there..."

Sirris chuckles a bit and he reaches over to pat your head but stops himself. Keeping the distance he's so carefully maintained. "It won't be awkward I promise." He reassures you before he pulls out some of the tests he intends on marking.

You nod and smile before you grab your things and leave. Sirris closes the door after you leave the classroom and takes a deep breath of air as he presses his forehead against it. He can't believe it... you're actually going to be in his home tonight... you're going to show up you're going to laugh politely at his jokes and be in his home. It's almost too much-

The rest of the day feels like a weird dream. He doesn't even seem to care when he spends the next hour not marking papers but instead thinking about all the things he could do to you in his own home. His work is left undone for the day and even his visit to Sydney in the library is a blur.

After school, Sydney brings you along with him, and Sirris drives. Usually, he'd let Sydney walk but today was a special occasion. You two chat and smile in the back seat. While Siris grips the wheel his knuckles are white while he hears you laughing in the back seat.

You're so close to him...

Sirris lets you two talk in the living room while he makes dinner and as he expected you are polite and helpful. You complement the house and keep your hands to yourself. Sydney even mentions that you're welcome here any time and Siris echos that as you sit down a the table to eat. And once dinner is almost done sirris gets up a moment and clears the table...

He sets the dishes on the counter and stares. Five minutes. That's what he’ll wait. He counts the seconds. He stays stark still in the kitchen as the seconds pass. Five minutes is believable he thinks as the moments tick by. He can still hear you chatting in the dining room. You are so close… so agonizingly close. Once the five minutes are up he takes a deep purposeful breath and calms his nerves before poking his head back out into the dining room.

"Sydney- Jordan just called," Sirris says alarming both of you. You jolt over to look at Siris and your eyes are a little wide. "Did you not tell him you were not going to make it tonight?"

Sydney shakes his head before Siris sighs. "Well. Get your coat then. You can't make a commitment then not show up"

"We have a guest over can't you tell him that?" Sydney asks before Sirris is practically pushes Sydney out the door. "What kind of father would I be if I let you get away with that? Now hurry up. I'll get your friend home after the dishes are done."

Sydney looks a little upset as he rushed out the door. But he says his goodbyes and leaves.

He leaves you both there. Standing in the house. The Erie quiet starts to hit you.

Siris locks the door in front of you the deadbolt clacking into place. Sirris tilts his head at you a moment before his eyes are fixed fully on you. There's something much more frightening about your science teacher as he takes slow purposeful steps toward you.

#let me know if you wanna part two!! #im all about building that dread baby #sirris the science teacher #sydney the faithful #degrees of lewdity teachers #degrees of lewdity #trash writes #trash writes shorts #made some minor edits #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #x reader #gn reader

[gothfeedergf]

This is a fetish fic, includes feederism and weight gain stuff dni if you're not into it !!!

Where Miguel gets captured n force fed, includes funnel feeding, NSFW just gross in general lmao enjoy

He crouched atop a rooftop, watching a facility below. He had received a tip that there was someone conducting dangerous experiments on innocent citizens, and he was determined to gather evidence to expose their crimes.

The night was shrouded in darkness, with only the occasional flicker of neon signs casting eerie glows across the cityscape. Miguel's heightened senses allowed him to detect faint murmurs from within the compound. He knew he had to proceed with caution.

Silently, he descended to the ground and made his way through the complex's labyrinthine corridors. His advanced suit granted him enhanced vision, allowing him to see clearly in the dimly lit corridors.

Miguel was on high alert, but as he reached what appeared to be a secure lab, a blinding flash of light engulfed him. He cried out in pain as searing energy surged through his body. It was a trap.

Disoriented and weakened, Miguel tried to fight back, but the room was filled with guards clad in high-tech suits. They immobilized him with energy restraints that sapped his strength.

With their mission accomplished, the guards swiftly moved in, securing Miguel to a sturdy chair in the center of the room. Thick, unbreakable restraints bound his wrists and ankles, rendering him powerless. His enhanced senses, once his greatest asset, were now a cruel reminder of his vulnerability.

One figure emerged from the shadows, a sinister smile on her face. A brilliant but morally bankrupt scientist, she had developed technology capable of nullifying Miguel's powers and had long been obsessed with capturing him.

"Welcome"her voice was just as hypnotic as her gaze. "You're here just in time for the experiment"

Miguel's muscles tensed as he strained against the restraints, his frustration growing with each passing second. "You're delusional if you think I'll ever help you with your sick experiments!"

She leaned in closer, her voice dripping with a twisted sense of excitement. "You see, you have no choice in this matter. And who knows, perhaps you'll even come to enjoy the experiment. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." The scientist chuckled, her fingers tapping on a sleek, futuristic device resting on a nearby table.

A sense of unease crept over him as she continued to speak. Her words were cryptic, hinting at a twisted agenda that sent shivers down his spine.

"I have studied the human mind extensively. And I believe I have found a most intriguing pathway to one's desires," She mused, her tone dripping with malicious intent.

The scientist motioned to her guards, who brought in a peculiar-looking device.

It consisted of a large cylindrical container, filled with a thick, creamy liquid. His eyes narrowed as he recognized its potential implications, and despite the surreal nature of the situation, the liquid's decadent aroma made his mouth water involuntarily.

Connected to the container was a long, flexible tube, its surface cold and slick to the touch.

The container itself was adorned with a series of dials and knobs, displaying the ominous power that she had over the flow of the liquid. He knew that once those dials were turned, there would be no going back. He would be subjected to the scientist's cruel experiments.

"Allow me to introduce you to my newest creation" She said with a sinister smile. His heart sank, realizing the predicament he was in.

With a swift motion, she fastened a strap behind his head, securing the tube in place. His lips wrapped around the tube, stretching slightly to accommodate the device. Panic surged through him as he realized that his protests were falling on deaf ears.

"Please, don't do this," he pleaded, he voice muffled by the tube.

The room fell silent, the only sounds being the rhythmic pumping of the liquid through the tube and his labored breathing.

As the minutes ticked by, his resistance waned, and his senses grew increasingly disoriented. The combination of the liquid's taste and the mounting pressure in his belly began to wear down his willpower.

As the experiment pressed on, Miguel found himself forced to keep up with the relentless speed of the machine. The thick, creamy liquid flowed steadily through the tube, and he had little choice but to gulp it down as quickly as it arrived. This left him breathless and unable to mount any meaningful protest.

The taste, initially strange and unfamiliar, had evolved into something oddly satisfying. It was a peculiar blend of sweetness and richness, reminiscent of melted ice cream. He couldn't deny that he was growing accustomed to it, and with every swallow, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of craving. It was as though the taste had become addictive, compelling him to keep drinking despite the unsettling circumstances.

He couldn't help but steal a look at his own body, and his eyes widened in shock. Miguel had always been in impeccable physical condition.

His suit, which had once hugged his form with precision, now appeared stretched and taut across his midsection. His normally flat and toned abdomen had swollen slightly, causing his belly to protrude more than usual, it was distinctly different from his usual athletic physique.

 A flush of warmth spread across his cheeks, and he tried to ignore the unusual and, at times, arousing sensations that were coursing through him. 

He found himself increasingly frustrated with his own inability to resist the strange allure of the situation. Miguel had always maintained his composure, but now, he felt like he was losing control, both physically and emotionally.

With renewed determination, he attempted to pull away from the unyielding restraints once more. However, this time, the bonds dug into his noticeably bloated belly. The pressure against his expanding midsection, combined with the sensation of the liquid inside him sloshing around, sent an unexpectant surge of heat through his body.

A low, involuntary whine escaped his lips, and he felt his belly resting on his lap now, lightly brushing against his crotch. He couldn't help it, his hips instinctively bucking in search of any semblance of relief. 

The scientist couldn't resist the opportunity to taunt and tease Miguel as he sat helplessly restrained in the chair.

She circled him slowly, her hair cascading like a dark curtain around her. Her slender fingers traced a maddeningly slow path along his arm, sending a shiver down his spine.

He shifted and writhed in his restraints, his movements becoming increasingly erratic as he sought to alleviate the strange tension building within him

The sensation coursing through his body had become overwhelming, and his heavy, swollen belly, pressed firmly against his cock, seemed to beg for attention.

The scientist leaned closer, her voice, as hypnotic as it was malicious, whispered in his ear with a seductive undertone. "You're so strong, so capable," she continued, her voice dripping with condescension, "And yet, here you are, stuck in a chair, grinding against your own belly. How pathetic"

She trailed her fingers down his chest, before reaching out and gently lifting his chin with her slender fingers, coaxing him to look up at her.

"Tell me, Miguel," she whispered, her lips just inches from his, "Are you really that desperate?"

The scientist, fully aware of Miguel's inability to respond with the tube still in his mouth, leaned in closer, her lips curling into a sinister and knowing smile.

"You are, right? Look at you," she cooed, her fingers lifting his softened belly slightly, revealing a damp spot on his clothes, "Seems like you've been enjoying my experiment a little too much"

His response was immediate and instinctual. Despite the humiliation of his situation, he couldn't deny the strange allure of the scientist's touch. He leaned into her touch, pressing his bloated belly against the palm of her hand, seeking more of the strange sensations she was provoking.

The tension that was building in Miguel's tummy was undeniably one of arousal, a potent and almost intoxicating sensation that pulsed through him with each teasing touch from the scientist.

"¿Te gusta esto?" she purred, her fingers tracing patterns on his bloated belly.

Miguel, still unable to speak as the liquid continued to be pumped into him, could only nod in response, his cheeks burning with a mixture of arousal and humiliation as he struggled to find a comfortable position.

She decided to give him a little break, and a faint, wet sound echoed in the room as the tube came free from his mouth.

Miguel, his lips now free from the tube but still feeling the lingering effects of the experiment, couldn't help but pout, letting out a soft, needy whine. The abrupt interruption of the experiment left him frustrated and confused.

The scientist, momentarily taken aback by his reaction, felt a flicker of surprise. Her usually steely demeanor softened, and she couldn't help but ask if he wanted more, her voice carrying a hint of genuine curiosity.

"Yes, please"

#good evening i present to u my poorly written miguel o’hara fanfic #idek who's gonna read this i just wanted to get it out of my system okay??? #unnecessarily long post bc i was having too many thoughts #english is not my first language so !!! pls excuse any grammar mistakes !!! #trash writing i should probably stick to short posts lol #gothfeedergf posts

[redbootsindoriath]

Apparently in my absence this post had its 1000-notes-iversary.

This time we get to see the culprit responsible for ruining our heroes' lives as well.

I've really missed you guys, by the way. I know I've said that already, but I'm serious. Once or twice this year I've been right on the brink of coming back but schedule stuff always keeps me from letting myself commit to that again, and that in turn has kept me from posting anything at all. But I've been in an unexpected drawing mood lately and so if I can get enough stuff to set up a queue we might pretend I'm back for a month or so sometime this year. Maybe. Hopefully. We'll see. No promises though. That's why I'm hiding this paragraph under the cut.

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[Beren:] "Uhhh...barkeep...I think he's had enough now..." [Tolkien:] "No, I don't think he has...!"

#beren #bilbo #frodo #tolkien #túrin #the man the myth the legends #beowulf except everybody is short #one shiny #three shinies #everyone deserved better except mîm #what's this a happy ending #my trash #is this actually funny or am i just tired #i'm sorry professor tolkien #/end classification tags #túrin keeps becoming a bigger and bigger guy in my drawings and at this rate he's going to be way taller and broader than he should be #canonically he was really tall and broad but i don't think the professor meant like THIS #at least it makes him really distinct i guess #gonna be sufficiently intimidating for the dagor dagorath #but in the meantime he's just making beren look like a schoolkid in this doodle #(and as i'm sitting here writing these tags i suddenly realize i forgot túrin's white hair streaks again) #(tsk tsk shame on me) #(and didn't it say somewhere that beren's hair also turned grey...? i can't remember where it said that though) #(0 for 2 i have failed all of us) #ANYWAY in my absence tumblr apparently changed formatting again which is not cool but whatever #it's nice to draw again #i've had art block for like 9 months straight #and suddenly this month i suddenly was able to write AND draw again as if i never stopped #i've had writer's block since maybe 2021 so that was the most surprising part #weirdest thing ever but i'm not mad about it

[lady-divine69]

JKR’s world building is child’s play building blocks compared to the pillars the fandom has created with their own fan fiction. Have I read the books? No and I do not want to.

#spicy books #writers on tumblr #my writing #books #short story #smut #ao3fic #books & libraries #fanfic #harry potter #jkr slander #fuck jkr #jk rowling #j k rowling #anti jkr #jkr is trash #harry potter hogwarts game

[flannelepicurean]

EXCUSE ME.

WHAT

THE EVER-LOVING

COCK-FUCKING

TIT-SHITTING

FUCK-SHIT

is WAL-BOG, U.S.A doing putting out

THIS FUCKING SHIT RIGHT HERE

when I have

NO GODDAMN MONEY?!?!?!

Seriously, what the fuuuuuckkk?!?!?!

Vegeta front and center??? SAIYAN SQUAD ON THE GODDAMN CENTER STAGE???

They put Raditz on the front of a fuckin haaaaattt, babes!!! ✨💖 😭😭😭💖✨

And...and Nappa...Uncle Nappa's bald-ass head got second-tier top billing before SON GOKU! Wha...???

Piccolo on the side there doin the lord's work with my boi Gohan, and YES, our actual lord & savior Goku is there too, but MY GOOD AND LOVELY LIFE FORMS AND INDESCRIBABLE DENIZENS OF THE VOID, I CANNOT...CANNOT EXPLAIN TO YOU THE SHEER LEVELS OF EMOTION I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW.

#dbz merch #the sheer level of feelings i have right now #it's over 9000 #saiyan squad #front and center on a snapback #what the actual fuck #and i mean that in the best possible way #sweet christmas #dear gay jesus and black santa #please bless my broke ass with twelve american dollars #i have been such a good boy #and i deserve a little treat #lol #i deserve that dumbass hat #i would not wear it out in public #i promise #i would just wear it in the comfort of my in front of the computer #with my vegeta adidas logo sport tank #and my goku bizness face sleep shorts #or my chibi deeby zeeby pajama pants #while i write my gay little scenarios #like a sensible lad #a trash-ass wack ass hot garbage little human being #absolute glittering dumpster fire filled with love #goddamn #i literally cannot

[just-another-siimp]

How they like their Tea. 141 x Platonic!Reader

It's late and I have writers block, so have this lil set of headcannons. Make sure to reblog if you've got the chance <3. If there's enough interest I'll add Alejandro, Rudy and some other characters in a part two!!

Warnings: None, this is literally just tea making.

You don't know when it happened but making tea for the boys eventually became a relaxing task, something that pulled you from your thoughts for roughly 30minutes but didn't leave you in a total brain rot either. Sometimes you'd get sidetracked while delivering tea, especially when Price got you checking over his reports for grammar errors or Alejandro was visiting and would pester you for something stronger than tea.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley Everyone seems to think that he likes his tea black, something strong like an English Breakfast or an Earl Grey. He preferred a herbal tea with a spoonful of honey added to the mix, the tea didn't have to be steeped for long either. Simon's reaction to you bringing him tea is always a wildcard, sometimes he simply grunts and returns to work (you never take it personally). Other times he'll call you an 'angel' or a 'goddess' and his worries will melt away with the tea.

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish This man likes his tea as milky as physically possible, you used to judge him on his tastes but at the end of the day it was how he liked his tea. More often than not it was an English Breakfast, on the rare occasion that you were annoyed with him you'd take him Irish Breakfast instead. He could never tell the difference, but when Ghost ratted you out he chased you through the base until you couldn't run any further.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick A lot of people think that Gaz likes his tea sweet, you thought so too. Considering it would match his personality. Yet as always he surprises you, commenting that he prefers his tea Black with one sugar. Or if he was feeling adventurous a dollop of honey. Whenever you bought him tea he'd always invite you to sit and drink with him, normally sharing a biscuit or two.

Captain John Price This man- he terrifies you when it comes to tea. He switches between Green and Black teas, it really depends on his mood. What makes it terrifying is that he just leaves the bag in the mug, he leaves it there until every tea leaf has been used and is devoid of flavour. You always offer him sugar, honey, milk or anything really. Something so that it doesn't taste like bitter leaf water (as Alejandro claims it to be). Despite judging him on his taste he was always grateful for the tea, especially when the paper work was piled up to his ears.

#modern warefare ii #call of duty mw2 #modern warfare x reader #call of duty x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader #john price x reader #simon ghost riley #john mactavish #captain john price #kyle garrick #task force 141 #i'm sorry it's another short one #it's just trash talk about my fave tea #i'm not british i swear #simp writes

[jade-of-mourning]

the problem with mako is that once you realize just how many insanely Layered Issues™ the guy has, you realize that you cannot shove them into a single oneshot like you'd planned and that you may possibly have to write about him for a very extended period of time to expand on all the many ideas that are rotting your brain.

(he's just so. so easy to give Fucked Up Brain Things to.)

#lychee's brain trash #mako lok #i'm honestly not even mad about the fact that #i'll probably be shitting out fics like nobody's business #i already have 14k of disjointed writing on him from the past two-ish weeks lmfao #i wrote 3k during the second-to-last day of finals #i wrote 2.2k last last night and i wrote 1.6k earlier this morning #my writing style is rapidly devolving and idk what to do about it #might have to throw together a collection of oneshots or something #i want to expand on that thing i posted a couple days ago and the one i wrote this morning #rose beds will probably be the Big One though and the rest just short #but we'll see ig maybe that'll change

[canonically-a-genloser]

don't be afraid to fall (cause i won't let you)

a/n hieeee again two am unedited angst writing :'D

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Paislie didn't remember how they'd gotten to the bathroom or how long they'd been leaning over it, wave after overwhelming wave of nausea washing over them even though nothing came of it.

There was blood on their hands. Blood that wouldn't come off. The blood of thousands of nameless babies, the blood of their sisters, their brother, the twins.

And the last show back in Showfall added so many more names to that list. People who had taught them trust and given Paislie their trust in return, only to have it end the only way it ever could have.

They looked down at their hands, stained red with Ranboo's blood from the bandages being changed, and Paislie couldn't help but wish what she saw were anyone's hands but hers.

The blood wouldn't come off, it never would, there was no point in trying, those babies are dead because of you, your siblings might still be in that death hole knowing you never looked for them if they're not already dead too because of you-

Paislie broke down in sobs, all but falling to the floor in front of the sink.

Their thoughts were like screams as they leaned against the rickety cabinets. They couldn't think, they couldn't move, the blood wouldn't come off their hands no matter how hard they scrubbed-

Hands gripped their wrists, pulling their hands apart, and Paislie realized they'd been scratching at blood that was no longer Ranboo's, but Paislie's own.

Paislie let their hands go limp. They turned their face down as another sob escaped their aching body.

"Hey, hey," Charlie said, gently leaning down to try to see their face. "It's okay-"

"No- no, it's not, I- stop it, don't you remember what I-"

"If this is about those kids, then no. It wasn't your fault, okay? None of them could have survived. You've already made stuff- way beyond the technology there is outside- here," he interrupted them.

Paislie couldn't bring themselves to look at him. They'd hurt him, he was avoiding it, what if he was only doing this until Randy and Sneeg got back from the food drive, what if Randy was already back and didn't want to talk to them-

"Paislie, Paislie, stop," Charlie said, sounding scared himself.

"Let me."

Paislie grasped at Charlie's hands as he slowly untangled them, a throat-scraping sob making their entire body shudder.

Smaller, though still firm hands replaced Charlie's touch.

"Hal."

They looked up at the nickname, only to make eye contact with Niki.

"I've got you, shh," Niki told Paislie softly. "Just breathe, okay?"

Paislie leaned into Niki. Their chest hurt but what was new about that, they thought automatically. You should be dead.

"Niki," Paislie sobbed out, grasping at the older's sweatshirt in an attempt to ground themselves.

Niki's hand slipped behind their head, cradling them gently. "I know. I know."

They were quiet for a moment. It took everything they had in them not to curl up as close to Niki as they could and give up fighting to breathe.

Little by little, they tried to block out the words that were already on repeat in the back of their mind. Little by little, it became instead reminders of Sneeg's existence. And Charlie's. And Randy's. Henrik's. Niki's. Ranboo's. And maybe somehow Hadlee's, though Paislie hardly dared to hope for that now.

Even with Niki's guidance, it felt like hours later when he finally stopped shaking long enough to walk back out and to the corner of the floor he shared with Ranboo. Charlie was already there on top of his own sleeping bag, playing what looked like some kind of old handheld game that must have been in the RV for a while.

"Hey," Paislie managed out. "Sorry. About- all that."

Charlie only looked up for a few seconds. "It's okay." He paused to consider his next words. "Probably not the first time that's happened to someone anyway, given the fact we're all.. us."

"Fair point," they offered halfheartedly in response. "Still."

The room was silent for another moment while Paislie glanced over at Ranboo, who had slept through the ordeal- which Paislie couldn't have been more grateful for. They needed the rest anyway.

Paislie looked up after seeing Charlie's handheld in their peripherals.

"Wanna try?" he offered, holding the small device out to them.

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

Paislie could've sworn he saw the faintest hint of a smile on Charlie's face.

They nodded with a tentative smile of their own as they accepted the offered device and scooted closer to Charlie to let him explain the controls.

By the time Sneeg and Randy got a glimpse of the two next, they were dead to the world around them, having quietly but energetically invested themselves in the game.

Randy could have sworn that despite the exhaustion lingering in their eyes, it was the happiest Paislie had looked since before they'd escaped.

#why do i apologize for my writing looking rushed every time it never gets better :'DDDDDDDD #tw everything. i talk about horrible fucked up things and i dont know what to even call this #aimsey writes about genloss #this has been in the drafts for a month along with ten other short things like it so im releasing one into the wild #this is trash but . its okay i like throwing words at people so its fine

[discoidal]

i just finished penance by eliza clark and i have thoughts that can only be communicated out loud in person through speech with an accompanying slideshow of pics of me in maxi skirts from 5th to 10th grade

#i liked it :)) #do yall have thoughts #also finished something that may shock and discredit you by daniel m lavery it is also very very good for me #started on bunny by mona awad not liking it very much so far. #trying to do more longform fiction.. the era of the short story is OVER! i have an attention span and the ability to read now! #by ''do'' i mean read btw im only capable of writing poetry and short stories at the moment #OH also finished mortal trash by kim addonizio and my lesbian experience with loneliness by nagata kabi #couldnt get thru tampa by alissa nutting #what else have i read this year... pretty mug just those and mostly within the last 2 weeks btw #mug* = much #different form of media but ive also watched until ep7 of dungeon meshi i like it very much it is mostly chill and there is a lot of food po #rn and thats always my fav part in books and movies anyways #also finished mentopolis.. havent caught up on fhsy.. rewatching neverafter to sleep on and off

[sexynetra]

Me? Writing Anarcia sick!fic while sleep deprived? It’s more likely than you think! (Excerpt)

With a deep breath and one final check to make sure there wasn't any puke on her sleep shirt, (she wasn't even going to bother going back to her room to find pajama pants to wear, she felt too shitty to care if Marcia saw her ass), she trudged towards the door, focusing her energy on not falling over, seeing as the room was still spinning and her brain felt like it was trying to burst through the front of her skull. Miraculously, she made it to the door without incident, swinging open the door to greet the tall blonde who was far too bubbly for it to only be eight in the morning.

Marcia, for her part, does stop her stream-of-consciousness chattering when she sees just how tired and unwell Anetra looks, frowning and immediately moving to rest the back of her hand on Anetras forehead, tsking slightly under her breath. “Step a bit to the left, Neech. You’re blocking the doorway” She murmured, the worry written clearly across her delicate features.

“Marsh, I don't want to get you sick…” Anetra began to protest, but Marcia was having none of it, already squeezing herself in the slender space between Anetra’s too-warm body and the door. Anetra’s breath hitched ever so slightly as she felt Marcia's body pressing against hers, and for just a moment, the heat filling her frame had nothing to do with her illness.

#just a short excerpt :) #also… quite literally sleep deprived and this is pre editing #I’m too tired to be able to tell if this is anything or if I trash it all and restart Lmao #but no matter what I choose I live and die by the nickname Neech #Anetra #Marcia #anarcia #anarcia fanfic #anarcia fanfiction #rpdr 15 #drag race #drag race fan fiction #drag race fanfic #marcia x3 #my writing #if this is bad I want to know but tell me nicely I’m fragile #and if it’s good also tell me!!! I need eyes that aren’t mine on my work I’m too used to myself

[that-was-anticlimactic]

no one asked bUT imma go off (affectionate) anyways. ahem:

edse (practicum): portfolio is completed, did portfolio presentation this morning, blog is updated, have all the rubrics... DONE

347: major identity essay? done. final “essay”? done. just gotta go to class tomorrow so we can meet for the final exam time slot and we are going to. talk about books. no more assignments, yay!

395: edtpa? DONE. reflection? DONE. self-evaluation for edtpa? DONE. now, all i have to do is edit edtpa and then submit it for like Official grading and not class grading

405: presentation? made and presented. revision portfolio and reflection? DONE (finished it like fifteen minutes ago lol)

444: giant research paper? DONE. reflection? done. presentation? DONE. just gotta go to the final exam period thursday to watch the rest of the presentations, but no more work for meeeeeeee

and then finally... 305... the only final i actually have left...

#y'all i worked SO HARD #i am so so so ready for a break even tho it's p short #i stayed at college for thanksgiving break so i could do homework and i got SO MUCH DONE and i spent the last two weeks like hardcore #working on finals and homework and i did SO MUCH and i'm so relieved and so proud of myself holy trash that was so much #and my 405 prof is suggesting that i submit the fiction piece i wrote somewhere iugfcgvhujijuhygfc idk where but i'm kind of 👀 #like i'm a wuss and submitting scares me a bit ngl but like. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH he thinks that i just need to make slight like wording #revisions and then it's ready to go out iuyfgdxghuijohugfcghijo imma miss that class haha #anyways just like. in a Wow state of mind right now #like... it's all finally ending and then i student teach next semester and i freaking finally am about to have a break and like... i did it? #now all i have to do is do well on my 347 papers which aren't graded yet (i: am scared/nervous haha have an a but still ahhhhhhh) #and then write my 305 and get that back... and then edit and submit edtpa and then the worst of it: WAIT AND HOPE THAT I PASS EDTPA UGH #pls pray for me to pass <3 #or send good thoughts <3 #anyways sorry for rambling i just wanted to be proud of myself okijuhygfdxfgyhujioiuhygf

[derelictheretic]

It my borthday so I'm gonna rec some of my fave fics I've written, (and mayhaps,, promo my writing blog @musings-of-a-lovesick-fool bc I post a ton of my writing there,,) no obligation to read any of them but if you do thankies very muchly I appreciate you <3

A Misunderstanding: Faith/Piper — Pip punches Dean in the face and reunites with Faith in Dutch's crusty bunker. Cas is there too, for moral support.

Only I Can Help You: Jacob/Dean — Dean deserves a nap and Jacob deserves a kick in the nuts. (Plus Jacob's greatest fear revealed; Dean getting with his ex aka Eli)

Tuck You In: Mary May/Anya — Anya walks Mary May home from the bar and tucks her drunk ass into bed. (Anya/Mary May Wedding when?)

One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure: Heisenberg/Colvyr — Heisenberg experiences Colvyr withdrawals and is getting close to fighting Alcina for full custody, Colvyr is just happy to be there.

No Choice: John/Dean/James — John's impatient, Dean's pissed off and James is the mediator in the relationship who wants his boyfriends to stop fighting.

Hope: Ethan/Darius — Darius is 'intruiged' by Ethan and wants to know what's up with his magic healing water and dadcore one-liners.

A Mistake and A Saving Grace: Joseph/Dean — Dean done fucked up and he's gonna pretend it didn't happen like he should have pretended he was sick when he was called in to arrest Joseph.

The Angels Right Hand: Anya Cherkov — A day in the life of Anya, Faiths begrudging right hand and her personal errand girl apparently. (Features Sharky and my bby boy Simon <3)

#I reread these and tried to edit the older ones a bit so they don't make me wanna die ahshsjsjs #if u only read one of these pls let it be the mary may/anya one bc it's short and sweet and they make me cry <3 #slowly realising i've only written soft jacob/dean like. three times.. why am I so mean to them #ALSO I NEED TO WRITE MORE SIMON HE'S SO BABY #misc: fic recs #Happy Birthday to Queue #ship: My Heart Beats For You #ship: Pick Your Poison #ship: It Was Me and You Until it Wasn't #ship: One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure #ship: Only Us #ship: Oh What Sweet Sin It Is To Love You #ship: Through Heaven's Eyes

[trashcreatyre]

Finished one of those one shots I was writing,,,, idk if I'm gonna post it tho cause it's kinda embarrassing subject matter wise

#trash rambles #its also really short #and kinda boring imo #maybe thats just cause i reread it a bunch while i was writing it to remember what was happening lol #idk i think ill have one of my driends read over it and ask them if i should post it or not

[signalhill-if]

Signal Hill Word Count - 01/25/2023

With code: 58,875

Without code: 56,030

#i just checked and i was like 'wow over 54k? crazy! wait... i've never checked it without code!' #basically with foundations i used to run a quick regex in microsoft word to remove all the code (because i code as i write) #but i had never tried that with signal hill. partially cause it's so long that it crashed microsoft word online when i copy pasted it lol #libre office has trash search and replace. idk why the regex isn't working right in that program #but i found an online code editor for testing regex and used that to remove all the code #so that's all passage tags and anything inside a macro #and it was still over 50k! which i was happy with #but then i remembered that i had yet to add the stuff i've written that hasn't been imported to vscode yet! #which was like 4k words #so altogether! over 55k without code!!!!! #this game is officially the length of a short novel #it probably won't break 70k before the demo is released but we shall have to see #plenty of location descriptions left to write lol #and the rest of yasmin's scene which is only at 3k but is probably less than a third done? i'm working on it #i need to give my girl a real showstopping intro #WOW RAMBLING IN THE TAGS MUCH #update #word count

[ex0rin]

@febuwhump Day2: Flinching (NSFW) Steve/Bucky, stucky - 575 words

past non-con/rape, past abuse, whump, bucky’s broken dick, unsatisfying sex, this is not nice to anyone

Bucky shouldn't hate the way Steve touches him.

Steve, always so soft and sweet and careful, telegraphing every movement, showing intent and direction and never leaving him guessing at what he's about to do or where he's going to touch next.

He should want this.

READ ON AO3 HERE: Flinching

#cara writes #febuwhump2023 #febuwhump day2 #hydra trash party #hydatrashparty #bucky tag #steve rogers tag #guess who's not tagging stucky #it's me #this one's short #next one not so much

[l1qu1dsm00th]

Idfk what this is but it's meloghia in Italian... enjoy I guess–

Ghiaccio e Melone, due membri della Squadra, non sembravano destinati a unirsi romantcamente. Ghiaccio, un assassino spietato, era deciso a proteggere il boss della Passione, mentre Melone, un hacker, era al suo servizio per completare la missione.

Tuttavia, durante un'operazione sotto copertura, i due si ritrovarono a lavorare insieme. Ghiaccio rimase colpito dall'ingegno di Melone e dalla sua capacità di trovare soluzioni creative ai problemi. Melone, d'altra parte, rimase affascinato dalla capacità di Ghiaccio di proteggerla e dalla sua forza.

Mentre lavoravano insieme, la tensione romantica tra i due cominciò a crescere. Si guardarono negli occhi, infastiditi dal fatto che il loro cuore batteva così forte. Alla fine, durante una notte di sorveglianza, i due si confessarono i propri sentimenti e si baciarono.

La loro relazione era complicata, poiché dovevano continuare a lavorare insieme per la missione. Ma non potevano resistere alla passione che li univa. Si prendevano cura l'uno dell'altro, proteggendosi a vicenda e sostenendosi nei momenti difficili.

Tuttavia, la loro felicità fu di breve durata. Durante una missione, Ghiaccio fu ucciso dal nemico. Melone fu devastato dalla perdita del suo amore e giurò di vendicarlo.

Nonostante la loro storia d'amore sia stata breve e dolorosa, Ghiaccio e Melone rimangono un esempio di quanto l'amore possa nascere anche tra le persone più inaspettate e in situazioni difficili.

#italian post yayy. #idfk what im doing #idek where this came from #but it did so have it ig #glace's trash writing #glace.txt #jjba #jojos bizzare adventure #jjba part 5 #jjba la squadra #jjba melone #jjba ghiaccio #meloghia #ghiaccio x melone #short story #ok no REALLY SHORT. like i had no motivation and tried to fake some kind of short #anyway