#which. i havent done the rest of the week

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

hello hello hello i just remembered that my english teacher told me a week ago that she's interested in my writing and sent her my two (currently) best short stories with a very polite unnecessarily elaborate message i just Did that i did do that are you proud of me

#also i got early enough to eat breakfast today #which. i havent done the rest of the week #BUT in my defense my alarm clock is kinda broken #also i took a walk #i mean mostly it was spite bc our buses just got more espensive (like a Lot) and this way i can go by bus both ways tomorrow #and it wasnt actively snowing but theres snow and it smells nice so i decided fuck it and walked home #but like i also did take a silly little walk for my silly little mental health and fantasized about silly little blorbos meanwhile #AND i finished a fic of sorts #and i took a five minute power nap on the floor of that one room we kinda lurk in at school in our free time #and majorly surprised a classmate whod seen my jacket but not me (<- lying behind the table in front of the heater under the window) #which was very funny when i just sat up and gave my comment to the Homework Situation and she just went Whoop Biscuit Youre Here?? #no it was. it was a good day i think #ik i didnt think so all day but. i dont actually remember those parts. thats. thats pretty neat #a biscuit's rambles #anyways i should go to sleep i have two exams tomorrow yippee #theyre not gonna be too bad tho. pe is gonna be worse lmao

[skunkes]

need to find a way to let people know that I usually accept comms outside of what I usually offer, without it sounding like an invitation to ignore my pre established openings or without sounding like I Do Take Those Comms Now All The Time

#like it varies of course but idk. like I do take fur design comms #i cant offer em with the rest of the comms bc im not good enough yet and i get scared but i do take em if somebody asks #which is rare! which is what i mean #i dont publicly offer couple half or full body commissions but I have taken them when people have asked #but there's a difference between like ''i am okay with the occasional request to do a comm outside of what i offer'' #and me posting about it which makes it public and now ppl feel they can all just get one Whenever #DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE AT ALLLLL #like i already have a queue for May's commissions (chibi) #if a week from now someone wanted a full colored full body (for example) id probably be up for it depending on workload #but that's because I get to assess if i can do it #because even though i havent done one of those in a while its just One commission #that's different than saying ill take one slot of it per month or something bc what if i dont feel like i can do it that month #idk. this is incoherent i hope u get what i mean #talkys #MY POINT IS: u can always ask

[girlcrushau]

#me? about to use tumblr as a diary again? in 2024? unfortunately:/ #but here have a waterfall i saw on a hike last week as payment #i am sO tired and exhausted emotionally after dating #there's this guy that i fr thought was going to last and be around for a long time. we spent like every moment together that we could for 2 #months straight and if we werent physicaly together we were texting or calling or on ft . just every part of our day had the other in it #not once did i ever feel unwanted undesired or uncared for. not once did i feel that i wasnt sure of his intentions. i felt safer with him #in those 2 months than i ever did with any one else i could think to compare to. #until one day he just didnt think it important to communicate any more. after 3 days of nearly nothing .. hardly any talking . i asked if #he was ok if we were ok. what was going on in his head. he said some ive just been with my buddies and family and havent been on my phone #and just. immediately thats heartbreak yanno. thats :// thats what they say when theres a new girl. but there'd never been a reason to think #there was another girl so i was like ok we're gonna trust bc this dude has been So good in every way. so i said imy but i understand. enjoy #your time with your buddies and with your fam -- i cant wait to hear about it (and hold you) #and i havent heard from him in the 3 weeks since. just randomly #so last night #i send the dreaded 'i miss you' text. #i dont expect to hear back and i accept the hurt that will come with that and the confusion that i've felt settles deeper into my heart #until this afternoon i hop on ig and see a hard launch that was posted an hour after my text was sent #that shit kinda hurt different. but also sent me into a bit of a delirious state where all i could do is laugh bc are you for fucking real #did she see my message? i know it. bc i know him and i know that he wouldnt hide anything from the person he's giving his heart #and his softness to. i can almost imagine how he showed her and promised her theres nothing to worry about #and there really isnt anything to worry about because he genuinely is the type to give his all to the relationship he's in #which feels silly to say after what happened w us. like no there wasnt a title ever #it sucks to call it a situationship because a month ago we were laughing in bed together about how we could never bc we were all in. #just the timing of the hard launch makes me giggle. did my text push them to have a conversation about what they are. was she really the #reason that he went away on me. #im trying not to blame myself . trying not to think about the phone calls i didnt answer. about what i could have done differently. trying #not to think about where we would be if i didnt let my anxieties hold me back. if i wasnt scared about what he'd think of the parts of me #that i keep hidden just a little bit longer than the rest. #and at the same time im trying not to put him on a pedestal. but that pedestal is just where i wholeheartedly believe he belongs #he set the bar for me. he set the standard. i was never too much. i was never too little. he made me feel perfect just as i am

[piplupod]

last bit of paper mache finished off, teacher emailed while i was working on it :') aaaaa

#its nothing bad afaik fndkdl just a check-in but like #i havent done anything #idk how to explain my poor work ethic as of late fnfmdl like... #sorry i have been dealing with robots appearing in my brain and I've been using all my energy to not kill myself #sorry one of the 6-8 year olds got stuck driving the body for a few hours last week and it freaked the rest of us out #(hence the robots appearing) #and I'll get to work asap i prommy i just have to make sure i dont kill myself because i have access to supplies and several plans to do so #so I'm just making sure I don't go through with any of the plans :] which understandably is taking up most of my mental energy atm! #ok thnx byeeeee #LIKE THAT'S DBDBSKL NOT ANYTHING I CAN SAY TO PEOPLE DBFJDKDL #pippen needs 2nd breakfast #suicide mention

[yo9urt]

today i return to the sea

#mine #its my last first day of school (until/unless i go to grad school but thats way off if it even happens) #the rest of these tags are all just going to be complaints so keep scrolling if you dont gaf #ok first complaint. my schedule is stupid and awful i think #winters schedule was weird too. but this one kinda sucks #the main problem i see is that both of my main classes are in the middle of the day so theres probably going to be people eating #(i have mis0phon1a) #so thats number 1. 2nd problem is that those classes also have the grading scale where u need at least 95 PERCENT to get an A. girl! #they are also both 400 level spanish classes so theyre just going to be kind of hard and annoying and a lot of work in general #the next problem is that my other class is actually not quite a class it is a teaching practicum. which i didnt even 100% want to do #but the certificate could be useful so im doing it anyway. #one of the guys in that class (i know some of the students already from winter) eats like a hog for like the first 20-30 mins so thats goin #to be miserable i bet. also at some point im gonna have to teach a lesson myself #which is scary and also frustrating because again i didnt even really want to do this. WHATEVER #ok what else. ummmmm #oh i think i might be unemployed LOL normally my boss would have done schedule coordination stuff like last week but i havent heard from he #at all. this is because we are government funded and the government does not want to fund us anymore -_- suck my balls #and my hog too. so money is going to be a concern which is especially awesome because ive already been trying to save up #becaues im moving out this year hopefully so im gonna need $ for that and for probably upgrades like i might get a new phone and computer #and stuff etc. and i live in an HCOL area so even though i literally just buy groceries my bill is like $294358939358/month #SIGH. also of course the final problem on the list is the behemoth of them all: i have to apply for jobs #i made a little spreadsheet to hopefully make the process easier. but its going to be agony lol fucking resumes and cover letters how about #i just kill myself now -_- and fucking interviews too. fuuuuuck you suck my nuts and dick and balls #i dont know how im going to cope iwth any of this LOL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and also as usual i have like no friends so its just me going it alo #alone* in this big awful spring. 2 and a half months of this. #i suppose i will need to go back to the dispensary. #fuuuuuuuuuck man

[penisliker-moved]

i e been diung rly awful today and i dont know why

#i e only got 3 rooms done im supposed to have atleast 4 but ideally 5 #im like an hour behind and im taking lunch now which i wasnt gonna do bt im so behind it all feels pointless #and ive been blacking out all day and my ndxr day off is the 4th #im gonna be working 9 days straight. and the days r so long and they shouldnt even be bc we only have like 8ish rooms esch day #and now things r grtting way stricter and stuff so its taking me even longer and i think im gonna grt fired #and im pretty much not allowed to caklout anymore or i get a write up #and i still havent gotten my raise kristle got hers weeks ago and betty said id be grtting mine soon and i still havent gotten it #sighs. i wanna quit i rly rly wanna quit so i cn like be a person again but i need the money and id just have to get a different job and #this is the rest of my entire life forever. Gd #whatever ! sry

[thebuttsmcgee]

Also wow it's been awhile since ive really been on here. again. OOPS

#the butts chronicles #soooo......uh. h. heya pals #gosh its been way too long #Ive just been so busy and so lazy #even my side account isnt getting that much attention lol #well sorta. lol its strange #anyways. yea. ex caused me some stress but Ill be okay hopefully methinks. #Ive been feeling. Tired? of videos game and that kinda worries me. maybe I just need to play some kinda comfort game like an N64 one #which I also havent played ina while unfortunately. h #Ive bbeen thinking about getting md dx on switch tho but I still have my original blue rescue team. so ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #oh yea!!!!!!! I also actually bought some stuff for myself! which I havent done in a while! #apparently since march or feb lol #besides the Luz plush I already posted about lol I bought some monogram keychain dudes and a certain plush I might aalso post about! #I hope I can get the gee modern Sonic plush tho like I said lol. Id like to get a Shadow as well but I probly shouldnt push my luck lol #but yea. things have been tiring. I felt like I was dying yesterday! I got like. stabbed good by a dead tree I ripped and I didnt feel it #that much until 9pm then I started panicking cuz the pain didnt really fade. seems okay now tho! Iiii think? #ah well. Probs gunna shoot a message to my mutuals cuZ I MISS THEM :^[[[[[ #Hope yall have been alright tho!!! Seriously. And have a swell rest of the week as well!

[thefrontofmymind]

Can you make a joe quinn one where him and the reader are together since shooting st4 and now the show is over they celebrating it with the cast to go to a concert or festival and they sre not much of pda in public but now they dont care because they havent got much time together since then and at the concert they are like hugging snd kissing and they like closely hugging and hugging from behind snd at one song he holds her from behind and its kind of a slow song? Idk if it makes sense but can you also add in that they go to brazil after that to promote st4 with jamie and the reader snd jamie make fun of him because of his song and stuff? You can decize the ending :)

Hey Jude; Request (Joseph Quinn x costar!Reader)

a/n: hi lovie! idk how but bits of it changed along the way but i think it holds up! hope you enjoy!! kisses <;33

SYNOPSIS: Reader gets to experience their Vecna song with Joe

WARNINGS: none! just some fluff!

The crowd at Glastonbury was electric. Perhaps because it was the first festival post-pandemic, or maybe it was the fact that Paul McCartney, one of the most iconic rock stars in music history, was performing his greatest hits, but everyone around you couldn’t hide their pure, unbridled joy, and you felt the same.

You remembered when the lineup was released–you practically begged Joe to come with you to the festival. Seeing Paul McCartney live was a part of your bucket list, a well known fact about you, since you listened to the Beatles almost everyday while you were filming season 4 of Stranger Things, then going one step further–when asked what your ‘Vecna song’ would be in an interview just a few weeks prior, the only song significant enough in your mind that you could think of was ‘Hey Jude’, which you’d loved since you were a child.

You were thankful you didn’t get stopped much throughout the day, as much as you loved to meet fans of your work and take as many photos as you could with them, Joe was a bit shaky on the whole experience–he preferred to be more private, which you respected all throughout your relationship. You felt free to hold his hand, give him a quick peck as you left him to get some food from a stall while he stayed with your group of friends–there wasn’t a pressure to hide any display of affection, due to all the kerfuffle around you.

It was starting to get dark when McCartney began to play, and the temperature was rapidly dropping, chilling your skin and causing goosebumps to appear. You should’ve brought a jacket, idiot. All you had was shorts, a t-shirt, and a bright pink cowboy hat that came in a set that was shared among your friends. Your eyelids were just starting to get heavy, and you felt yourself grow more and more drowsy after a day of sun and excitement. You rested your head on Joe’s shoulder–he stood next to you in the field, arms folded as he quietly sung along to ‘Got To Get You Into My Life’.

Almost on instinct, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer so you could lean on him. You swore you could stay standing there with him forever, just swaying along to the music. You didn’t think about the people around you, anyone who could possibly snap a photo and post it, before it spread across all ends of social media, none of it mattered in that moment.

The concert was fantastic, a dream. You sang as loud as you could, danced until your feet hurt, and ended the night by falling asleep in the arms of the man you loved. But unfortunately, the end the weekend, meant back to work for you and Joseph in the form of a twelve hour flight to Brazil the next morning. Of course, you were grateful for the opportunities the Netflix show had given you–not to mention a boyfriend who worshipped the ground you walked on–but between jet lag due to time difference, and then the late night-early morning, you were irritable to say the least. You just wanted to get the interviews you had scheduled done so you could go back to your’s and Joe’s hotel room and take a nice, long bath.

You, Joe, and Jamie were sat in your seats in a row, waiting for your first interviewer of the day to sort out his mic pack. You’d had a couple coffees to give you energy, but you were still glad that Joe and Jamie were with you–to provide some banter and back-and-forth, if nothing else.

After some pleasantries and the interviewer complimenting all three of your performances in the show, it was down to the questions. You were asked what it was like shooting in the middle of a pandemic, what was your reaction to the ending of the season, what did you hope would happen in the next season, and finally–the question that was so clearly coming–what was your ‘Vecna song’, the song that would save you from Vecna’s curse.

“I feel really stupid becuase I answered this as a joke at first but now I’m kind of stuck with it.” Jamie prefaced, looking to you and Joe. “I said ‘Party in the USA’ by Miley Cyrus!”

The three of you laughed together, though you couldn't deny it, it was a good song. Joe gestured to you to answer next, watching intently as you took a breath before you spoke.

“I think I’ve said it before but mine would probably be ‘Hey Jude’ by The Beatles.” The two Brits nodded in concurrence. “Me and Joe saw Paul McCartney live not long ago and it’s just such a good song, and-and holds such an gorgeous meaning and that’s why I love it.”

You placed a hand on Joe’s arm at the mention of his name, him placing his opposite hand on top of yours and rubbing it absentmindedly with his thumb. Jamie cleared his throat, making your mind jump back into your body and lose focus on the tingling in your hand.

“Mine is uh-” Joe chuckled a little. “Mine is probably ‘Up & Down’ by The Vengaboys, I’d say…Great song.”

Joe’s comment made everyone in the room laugh, while you readjusted in your chair–feeling the absence of Joe’s contact on your skin, you felt cold, even under the bright lights, and he felt the same.

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn drabble #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn fic

[b-00-biez]

I ADORE YOUR WRITING

please please can you do bo sinclair with a naive reader (not super naïve) basically corruption and praise

AWWWW thank you🤭💕 And omg bo sinclair🫣 How scandalous! And I'm so sorry, I'm so late on this 😭 Holidays are the only thing that keeps me sane through this year

"You're Mine!"

Warning:Absolutely Filthy Smut

Character: Bo Sinclair x Readers, Grumpy x Sunshine

When you came to Ambrose you were just a ball of sunshine and rainbows. Bo does not know how to feel about you being here, he adores you and would keep you from harm aka himself. You were always by his side like a lost puppy and the way you look at him. It was so erotic to him, like he wants to take you right then and there and the fact that you were naive makes him go crazy. The way you smiled and trusted him. He wants you all to himself and not even his brother can have you.

Since he didn't want anyone to have you he has smoothly talked his way into your heart which was very easy. Now you're in a relationship with this guy for about a week and half. Both of you havent mentioned sex yet waiting for each other to be comfortable for the idea. Shockingly Bo is being patient for you.

You were both chilling on the couch snuggled up and watching some movies. Since you were new to this relationship thing, you told him right then and there that you were a virgin. Oh y/n that's a big mistake letting this man know that you never fucked anyone ever. You saw him form a smile and felt something rise between his legs. His ego was bursting, He will be your first and hes going to be the only one who gets to fuck you mercilessly. Seeing how he reacted you felt your inner thigh heat as you felt wet, it was your first time having this kind of reaction.

Bo pinned you down on the couch "Do you want me to show you how it's done?" he smirked. You, feeling intrigued and feeling aroused by him you said yes. You felt his warm hands unbuttoning your shirt as he slides his rough fingers on your delicate skin. You felt his passionate kiss on the lips smashing his mouth onto yours as he unbuckles your pants.

You're now halfway naked, he looks at you like a hungry lion staring at your body like a meal. You felt awe but that feeling went away as he slapped your inner thighs harshly. You yelped as he put your legs up high and pushed your panties aside and started pushing his three fingers in. "BO! IM NOT READY!!" You screamed and moaned loudly as your pussy stretched. You started wiggly away but he pins your body down with his other arm. You felt a pain and pleasure as you felt a knot formed on your stomach and then you came on his fingers before you knew it. It was so easy for you to cum and he will use you how he pleases today.

He unbuckles his pants and turns you upside down on the couch as he stands up. Placing his veiny member on your face slapping your cheek with it. "Suck me off." he commands you as he holds your throat and starts pounding your throat. You moaned softly as your mouth is stuffed. He puts his hands to your pussy, just displaying in front of his eyes. he stops fucking your throat, he messages your wet puffy clit . You can't help but start deepthroating his member on and on as your pussy gets overstimulated again. He pushes in two fingers into your cunt and plays with your clit with his thumb . He thrusts his dick into your throat pinning you down and fucking your slutty mouth. He grunts and starts cumming. Then you felt your high too as you pussy squirted on his face. Your mind is blank, This was the best pleasure you had ever experienced.

He pulls out his fingers and replaces them with his twitching cock. Before you could open your eyes you felt his tip rubbing against the entrance. You yelped "No no no! It's not going to fit!" You squirmed again but you knew you weren't going anywhere until he was satisfied. " You're doing so well, but you gotta be ready cause you'll be fucked hard and screaming my name tonight. And i will not fucking rest until i hear you scream. He pushed his dick in and started pounding your pussy. He puts your legs on his shoulders and goes even deeper. You felt your cervix getting abused by his large cock, You held your voice back, moaning softly into your palm. You hear the slap of his balls on your ass as he goes faster. "I CAN'T TAKE IT!" you screamed and held onto the cushions. You felt a knot formed again, your poor pussy being abused like a slut. He fucks you deep as you start to squirt on his thigh and dick. You screamed in a shivering orgasm but didnt scream his name.

Bo getting a little frustrated roughly pushes you down on your stomach and starts pounding from the back. Beating your ass and spanking it with his rough hands. "IT HURTS!" You screamed as you came again but this time he didnt fucking stop, He s not giving you a break like you wanted. tears formed in your eyes as you moaned loudly from overstimulation. He grabbed your hair and screamed"SAY MY NAME PRINCESS!" you moaned his name again and again as he fucks your wet and shivering pussy as you came again and again on his cock. "BO FUCK ME MORE! I WANT YOUR HUGE COCK, I WANT MORE BO!"

He carries you to the bedroom as he whispers sweet praises into your ear as he impatiently fucks all the way to the bedroom . You were his slut and his cumdumpster and you're eagerly waiting for this man's cum. " You're mine darling right?" "Yes, I'm yours!" You answered covered in his cum as you shiver in multiple orgasms.

#slasher fucker #slasher x you #slashers x reader #slasher imagines #slasher headcanons #slasher smut #bo sinclair #house of wax

[montcumbry-gaytor]

Hullo do you still write for overwatch? I really like your style and would love to read a lifeweaver and Baptiste x male reader story/smut with the reader being a bottom and with some bondage. Ok thank you bai

Lady Liberty

WOWIE, WOWOW, I SAW THIS REQ AND I WAS LIKE GASP !! A LIFEWEAVER *AND* BAPTISTE? YESSSSIRRRR + THE BONDAGE

ci ; Bondage, Threesome, Established relationship, Basically a creampie, Jean and Niran being sweethearts <3

"Testing the waters" was merely an understatement when it came to experimenting sexually with your partners, The more appropriate wording would be "diving head first"

Niran was unsurprisingly the one to suggest binding you, You had all been coddled up in a neat pile on the large bed, Niran laying on his stomach, feet up and kicking as he scrolled away at his laptop.

You had been laying with your back to the headboard, playing meaningless mobile games to pass the time, legs dressed over Niran's back.

Jean had his head on your shoulder, his knees propped up with a small drawing pad on them, taking a graphite pencil to the paper and drawing at random.

"Ooo..."

Niran awed, drumming his fingers on his chin, which the two of you perked up to.

"What'd you find this time?"

You asked with a smirk, cocking a brow up at him.

"Hear me out, we havent tried bondage before..."

Niran hummed, his fingers moving to the quilt, tracing patterns into the fabric, holding his head up with his other hand.

Your gaze drifted over to Jean, who already had his eyes on you, his signature sly smile plastered on his lips.

"I'm not opposed, but who would be the one bound?"

"Draw straws?"

Baptiste suggested, and Niran lit up, nodding his head with vigor, you couldn't help but agree.

It hadn't even been a week before a small package appeared in your mail, a deep black rope nestled inside, which you had left on your queen bed.

Jean had three straws nestled in his fist, hiding their individual length from the rest of you, leaving You and Niran to draw blindly, you receiving the shortest.

You all collected on the bed, you happily stripping all except your boxers, which would have to come off later into the tying.

Niran took your arms behind your back, tying knots precisely and leaving gentle and reassuring kisses to your shoulders, Jean sitting in front of you and helping keep the rope in its place over your chest.

"You know to use the safe word, Yes?"

Jean asked, his thumb stroking your thigh.

"Of course, I know you would never make me do something I don't want, Unless I consented beforehand."

You joked, raising your eyebrows as Jean chuckled, leaving a small kiss to the corner of your mouth, which you leaned into as much as you could without messing up the handiwork.

Inevitably, your briefs came off and your face flushed at how exposed you felt, in comparison to your two fully clothed partners.

Jean worked on binding your thighs to your lower legs with Niran's Aid, His fingers tracing figure eights on your inner thigh.

"We're done, Sure you're alright Lanmou?"

Jean spoke, his lips curving up in a gentle smile as you nodded, before capturing yours in a tasteful kiss, before inevitably parting for air.

When you gazed up to look up at your other partner from his lap, his shirt had been removed and his golden arm pet your hair tenderly.

Jean had taken the chance to take off his own shirt, You watched with adoration seeing his somewhat muscular shape slip out of the tank he was wearing previously.

"Niran...?"

You whispered, watching your lover perk up and lower down, letting you whisper your desires into his ear before aiding you into a more allowing position.

"As you wish, Thirak."

It had taken him mere seconds to slip out of his sweatpants, pushing down his briefs as his hardening cock slipped out.

Your shoulders rested just barely on Niran's thighs, kissing his cock as he aided it into your mouth, letting out gentle sighs as you took him into your mouth.

"Fuck, Darling..."

He whispered, You had barely noticed Jeans brief disappearance from the bed until you felt his weight behind you once again, only then did you realize what he'd done.

A cock ring sat at the base of your cock, though you couldn't complain as your entire throat was occupied.

You let out a questioning groan as Jeans hands found their way on your ass, his thumb running over your hole teasingly.

Niran helped you pull off, the mixture of drool and precum helplessly spilling out of your mouth as you caught your breath, letting out whines and moans as Jeans lube-slicked fingers prodding into your ass.

"Ah— Ah~ fuck—!"

You gasped, Jean's free hand stroking your hard length half-mindedly, causing your hips to shake and shudder as he curled his fingers into your prostate.

"Jean—! Shi~t Jean~!"

You whined, your back struggling to arch as your movement was constricted, Niran's hand ran through your scalp, reminding you of him.

"S-Sorry~ Ah-"

You whimpered, letting him rub his tip on your lips teasingly before pushing past them, using your head as some twisted form of a Fleshlight as he fucked into you, letting out dainty sighs, his brows knitting together as he came closer to cumming.

Your name teetered on his lips, coming out in an engrossed whine as his cum spilled onto your tongue, bitter and thick.

"Hah... M'sorry love~ got carried away.."

He muttered, pulling his cock away from your mouth, stroking your cheek as you caught your breath, Jeans fingers leaving your softened hole, leaving an uncomfortable emptiness.

"Jean..."

You sighed, your eyes traveling down, Jeans eyes meeting yours, occasionally flickering around your bound figure.

"I know."

he hummed, rising to meet your lips In a gentle and warm kiss, often trailing away to peck your cheeks or neck, leaving small hickeys in his wake.

His hips rolled against yours, pulling a strained whine from your throat, one he understood was out of desperation.

"Up you go."

Niran hummed, pulling your back to his chest, you could feel his cock rutting against you, making you feel almost feverish with anticipation.

Your knees slipped past Jean's hips in an effort to straddle him, his fingers supporting the base of his cock as he teasingly tapped your thighs with his length.

"Don't tease him now darling, give him what he wants."

Niran hummed, a skilled palm cupping Jean's cheek, which he reciprocated by laying a lush kiss on it.

"And what is it that he wants, hm?"

Jean asked, playing into how submissive and helpless you were without them, you were weak, and somehow you felt safe knowing it was them, filling your heart with butterflies.

"I want you both.. to fuck me, please."

You muttered, getting your words out causing a shy blush to spread across your cheeks.

With the aid of Jean, Niran raised your hips over his tip and slowly helped you pull down around Niran's length.

"Oo... ffuck..."

You sighed, eyes fluttering as your body adjusted, leaning into your lovers touch.

"Jean.."

You whispered, letting him bend your legs up and ease into you, your body quivering as he stretched you out.

"Sure you're alright?"

He asked, deep brown eyes scanning your face.

"Mh-Mhm .. just- keep going~"

You shuddered, you could swear your stomach was bulging under the bondage.

Your lips shakily smiled as Niran left gentle and reassuring kisses along your neckline, whispering compliments in his mother tongue, not that you'd understand exactly what he was saying, but you knew it was only words of kindness.

It had been a few minutes of gentle silence, before you finally flexed your hips, a signal for them to move, Jean's hips moving first, then Niran's.

They both let out soft moans at first, Niran being more vocal then Jean, letting out soft curses as he gripped onto your hips.

Light sounds left your room, a mix of skin against skin and erotic moans and curses, you'd be sure no one who heard would get the wrong idea.

"Faster~! ah- ple~ase.."

You whined, your wrists wringing in your bindings, the tip of your cock feverishly red and angry, begging to be touched.

As if reading your mind, Jean's soft hand wrapped around your dick, thumb running over your pre-cum spilling slit, prompting you to moan louder than before.

"You're so good, Thirak.. Ah- S~o.. so good."

Niran groaned, nose buried in the crook of your neck as he fucked into you, leaving sloppy kisses.

"I wanna cum~! shit~.. I wanna cu—m"

You mewled, mouth hung open as you could no longer form anything but helpless babbles, your lovers cocks rutting into you.

Your body struck with pleasure, Leaving you panting as you tried to recover, white spilling over you and Jean, Feeling your hips grow tired and heavy as Niran came to his edge, then Jean.

Jeans lips met yours as he came, his non-cum covered hand wrapping around your next to deepen the kiss, tongue teasing over your lips before parting, leaving you more breathless than before.

"Fuck... I loved that.."

You sighed, letting out light gasps as Jean and Niran pulled out of you.

"I did too, You looked so cute in my lap.."

Niran hummed, kissing your cheek.

"I'll get a shower going, Yeah?"

"Mm... thank you babe."

You sighed, watching as Jean walked into your shared bathroom, the sound of water beginning to run taking your thoughts.

eep 😵‍💫 I take so long to write things I am SO sorry :')

#overwatch smut #male reader #smut #male reader smut #overwatch niran #lifeweaver #baptiste #jean baptiste augustin #baptiste x male reader #lifeweaver x male reader #niran x male reader #i <3 them

[dontfindmerain]

um-

What about-

What about some angst? Like- anything you wants, just angst

ohohoho

you have no idea what you've done >:)

"Hey, it's Wil, can't answer the phone right now, so leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can. BEEP." You hang up the phone without bothering to leave a message.

He’s been on tour with his band for weeks now and hasn’t messaged you or called you once, which was extremely worrying after you had met at the local coffee shop at least once every week for the past year. Maybe you were just being unreasonably worried, but you shot him a text anyway.

‘hey im sorry ive been calling u so much

just worried cus we havent talked since u left

hope u r doing ok :)’

He opened it. He opened it. Your heart beat quickly when the typing bubble popped up, grateful that he was finally responding.

And it sunk to your stomach immediately when his response glared back at you from your screen.

‘ok’

What? That’s it? After all that concern, all the pacing, all the tears, that was what he had to say? ‘Ok’?

What the fuck?

You were furious, and saddened but that didn't matter. How could he ignore you for so long and then respond like that? You had been considering surprising him by flying out to see the last leg of the tour tomorrow, but now…

No. You would still go, maybe he was just busy and exhausted from the constant moving around.

When you get to the barricade, waiting for Lovejoy to come on stage, your heart is racing. And when Wilbur walks out? You swear to gods there is no one else in the world.

He is incredibly happy, glowing in the wave of cheers radiating from the crowd. The only thing you can do is stare in awe the entire concert. You can barely hear the music, only a faint buzz as your mind is filled with him.

When it’s over and Mark leads you backstage to visit Wil, you run up to him, spilling out congratulations and praise for how great he is at this. Sorries falling from your lips for not going to every show. You stop when he gently grabs your wrist and takes you to a private room.

“What are you doing here?” he mutters, his face a mixture of confusion and… annoyance? What?

“I came to support you, Wilbur! And I’m so glad I did because you guys were fant-”

“Okay, okay, stop.” His tone was too firm. Too angry.

Silence washed over you and mingled with fear. Did you really upset him?

“I get that you want to support me and that we’re friends and all but did you have to come here? Especially backstage? I mean, for gods’ sake, you couldn’t have waited until I got back to england?”

You didn’t know what to say, you wanted to see him, to tell him…

“I came here because…

because I love you, Wilbur.”

He just looked at you for a moment, and then sighed. “Goddammit, darli- Y/n. I should've known,” he brought his hands up to his face and dragged them down in exasperation, “Y/n, I don’t… you’re like a sister to me, yeah? I don’t know where this,” he gestured wildly at you, “infatuation came from, but it needs to stop. You’re a great friend really, but I don’t feel that way about you.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach, the evidence of your hurt painted across your face and his annoyance resting on his.

“I… I think I’ll go now,” you whisper quietly, needing to leave before the tears began.

“No- come on now, darling- Don’t go, lets talk about this-” but you were already walking, no, running away from him. You ran out into the dark night, the streets were busy and you didn’t know where you were, you just kept running and running and running-

And you didn’t see that car. It didn’t see you either.

#mosslovestherain #moss writes #moss answers <3 #lillyyyyyyy my love #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot angst #wilbur x reader #wilbur x you #angst no comfort #unhappy ending #well its not rlly much of an ending #but itll hurt nonetheless

[moonshine-nightlight]

Being sick for the past week meant that I had nothing better to do today than lay in bed and refresh tumblr waiting for chapter 34, and seeing it at the very top of my dash was the highlight of my day! The wait was definitely worth it, my health for the duration notwithstanding lol

SPOILER WARNING FOR PAST CHAPTERS IDK HOW TO PUT READ MORES IN ASKS I'M SO SORRY

You made the right call taking the extra time to edit this doozy of a chapter—figuring out how to share Dale's exposition in a way that made sense and fit into the events of the story while maintaining tonal consistency must have been quite the process, between the restrictions of Sana's POV, regency genre conventions, and the story's (heh) natural climax being Dale's identity "reveal" followed by the wedding. I'm very curious if you currently have any ideas for how you're going to tackle this exposition in the novelization, or if you're inclined to handle it differently at all!

@weasellyferret

i hope you're feeling better! i'm so glad you enjoyed the new chapter!

i hav no idea if u can even put a read more in an ask anymore and i can't hide it now but my answer will be under the read more

thanks! i think some people really underestimate how helpful even self editing is to make things coherent, especially for a long chapter like this one that covered so much but also was literally just two ppl talking to each other (ppl lov to say they'll take any update, but lik, thats cuz they dont knooow lol and i dont just want it to b passable, i want it to b good).

with lore/backstory like this i also have to make sure it makes sense to readers who havent read any of it before nor know any of the even more info that I know because there's even more worldbuilding and dale backstory that wont end up in the story.

i'm glad u think i pulled it off to any degree because i was still pretty nervous when i was posting it that it did make sense, fit in the world, was followable, interesting but not just exposition monologue, etc

yeah, chapter 30 where they have the reveal convo is the primary climax of the story and that's also 'just talking' in a sense so its interesting to write this story in that sense lol

while i had the broad outline of the world and dale's backstory from the beginning (i did a little exercise where i sketched out a sort of Dale POV of chapter 6 to get into his mindset which was super helpful) as I wrote the story a lot more of that info became fully fleshed out/defined. so for the novelization, i'll probably try to work more of the info in earlier or have better allusions to it, which will make some of the info in chapter 34 more of a quick confirmation than the exposition itself

ie i might add a chapter with more detail on Sana researching with Dale's books that Bilmont smuggles and plant suspicions of what went wrong with the summoning; i might adjust the chapter after the attack to be more of a convo about the assassination that the grandparents interrupt where Sana can suspect more of Dale's past etc and generally spread out what i can so its more foreshadowed/natural - things like that

other aspects sort of have to be told to Sana because its POV limited, evn when it is updated to 3rd POV. i'll probably do a straight POV swap and minor edit ; then take a look at it as a whole, reassess things on my own, run those ideas by some writer friends/betas and get their thoughts, and finally my editors (who i used for DSM) are also very good with making sure worldbuilding fits in right and so their advice will be helpful - especially since they will only get the draft i giv them without knowing how it was and what changed etc

once chapter 35 is out (which i'm still writing because smut is a challenge to right and i write it more slowly than other things) i'll start slowly editing and passing along to betas the rest of the story (i've got thru chap 11 done and betas who only read those and who are chomping at the bit - u think u've had a long wait? lol) but it will be spring by the time i do any big edits/revisions and then i'll giv it to the editors, who i already lik, semi-lined up for that time period and idk how long they will take because its a long book and then i'll need to process their edits too so it'll be a lengthy process, but i hope everyone knows it will 100% b a novel and i hope they enjoy it!

now back to stabbing away at the smut writing ;)

#asks #writing asks #story asks #nothing's wrong with dale #worldbuilding #exposition #backstory #lore dump #editing #my process? #lol idk - i think i went on for too long #hope someone finds this interesting #especially u #weasellyferret

[winryrockbellwannabe]

27/november - finally giving up on dop

so... maybe i disappeared for a bit.... again

life has been chaotic, this is the first time this last couple of weeks i was home and "all done" (had dinner, dressed in my pjs) before 10 pm.

you're so right, zuko, it is rough.

anyways:

💌 so, the reason my weeks have been so chaotic is that one of my uni best friends is being super complicated about this group work and acting like a real asshole. not only this is being super hurtful to me, bc we used to be super close and now we can barely stand to look at each other, but also is making me super stressed bc i dont think the way our group project is going is any good. so yeah, ive been super tired and overwhelmed bc of this, hence why i havent posted

on other news, i made plans to meet with my best friend in december, so im super happy about that, and my sister bought me this super nice jacket ive been wanting for ages :)) - (we usually cant wait for christmas to give each other our presents lol)

📓 academically, things have been okay. not many tests rn, but my professors are takinda ages to give out the grades, which is making it hard to organize my exams calendar, bc idk which tests i have to retake.

☕ overall, ive just been so stressed bc of this. but this last couple of days ive made my peace with it, that maybe things wont ever be the way they were, which is okay bc it's for the best of our mental sanity lol

now im going to study radiations (physics in nuclear medicine) for a bit and work on my lab report.

<3 hope y'all had a great day, dont forget to rest a bit and drink water!

#studyblr #study blog #studyspo #stemblr #stem student #study goals #study blr #adhd studyblr

[imaginaryari]

Meet Iris

this is old and i havent touched it in years and needs a touch up

Sunlight

A cup of milk tea in one hand and the other releasing the wards on her shop, Iris starts her day just like usual. Inspecting the shop to see if everything is still in place, prioritizing the garments she’s tasked with today, flipping the Open sign with a flick of a finger. The shop just has Tailor in a scripted font on the door and along with the wards to keep the humans in the area at a distance.

There isn’t much today. The finishing touches of a vest made from greenest grass and the scent of rain and a corset made from the blood of an ex. Her clients always have the most interesting requests but it’s fine. She’s the only one who can complete them without asking dangerous questions.

She calls the two clients in for final fittings and considers giving herself the rest of the day off. That is until a very pristine looking envelope sealed with a red wax stamp flitters onto her workstation. It pains her to open it and ruin the gorgeous seal but the request has high importance. New clients are exciting but royals seeking her out is unexpected.

“Greetings! I’ve seen your work and I’m most impressed with your waterfall dress. I have a request for a dress made from sunshine for my daughters wedding. She and her entourage will be on their way shortly after this letter gets to you.” ~ Queen Iliana

She recalls the dress mentioned fondly. The bodice was made with the blue stone of the north and the skirt the white rushing water that flowed, unrelenting. The most difficult piece she’s ever made. Until this request. Trust the fae to have near unrealistic goals.

Key word: near. She could say no, but the challenge is so deliciously tempting. — Collecting sunlight sounds easy in theory. Set a container out during the day. Wait. Cap before sunset. Enjoy. I guess you suppose collecting rainwater is easy too.

She usually uses sunlight to make accessories, small things to catch the eye. Headbands made of rays to mimic halos. So her items for collecting sunlight aren’t efficient for the task at hand. The pitch black jars seem to taunt her. It would take weeks to collect enough for the dress and then there’s the question of binding.

One thing at a time. She needs something bigger than a jar. And perhaps, assistance.

A bell jingles alerting the shop owner that she’s arrived.

“What can I do for you today Iris?” the shop owner asks.

“A cauldron,” the seamstress says. “The biggest one you can give me, Wanda.”

“Oh? What are you cooking?” Wanda asks, disappearing amongst her endless rows of shelves.

“Not cooking, I’m collecting sunlight.”

“…how much sunlight exactly?��� Her voice yells over the aisles.

“Enough to make a dress.”

There’s quiet before Wanda returns with a cauldron more than big enough, wheeled to the front by a charmed flat cart. “Will this do?”

“It’s perfect as always Wanda.”

-

It takes 5 days for Iris to collect the sunlight. Binding it into sheets right before sunset and then storing it away in a special black box. On the last day, she places a prism into the cauldron just to get wisps of a rainbow. The binding for rainbows is a lot trickier because colors want to separate. She succeeds, and thinks it would make a beautiful veil. She takes the next two days to rest.

Next is the spinning, her least favorite part. The wheel has seen better days but hasn’t retired yet. Another cup of milk tea and a playlist of songs of which their genres wouldn’t mix in a blender, she starts the arduous task. When the first ball of light is done she breaks. Stretches. Remembers to stay hydrated.

Moonlight

Collecting moonlight is even more taxing. For one, the moon is a slippery entity never in the sky where it was the day before and not always full. There is a cheat, although Iris wouldn’t call it a cheat. If anything it’s more work than waiting every month for the full moon. She’s on a time crunch and doesn’t have much time. The next full moon she finds herself by the water with crystal clear buckets and determination.

She fills the first by walking out into sea, along the moonlight path, and dragging it back the way she came. It’s heavy and she’s glad to rest it down in the sand to soak up any more of the moon's light. She takes a breath and reaches for the next bucket. Four more to go. The moon is high in the sky when her collecting is done. The buckets emit a silvery glow and she smiles tiredly. Satisfied that she’s gotten enough to work with and that she’s gotten enough exercise for the week, she carefully seals them and loads them into Wanda’s van. She crashes like the waves onto her bed when she gets home.

Working with moonlight is far easier. Shades are unnecessary as it is nowhere near as bright and moonlight is cool as opposed to the warm rays from the sun. Spinning is much smoother and she relishes the touch of the silver light and the shine it leaves on her hands.

Stardust

Oriana is a celestial witch. Quite in tune with the darkness of space and all celestial bodies. Iris and Wanda can tell just how powerful she is. It’s just that she spends her time among humans as an astrologist. A great hustle, for witches like her. She gets the money and sows tiny seeds of conflict and chaos. Iris has yet to formally meet Oriana and Wanda hasn’t spoken to her in years because,

“Your Scorpio sun and Gemini moon still do not vibe with me dear Wanda.” Oriana says. “Who’s your triple Aquarius friend? I’m absolutely terrified right now.” Her eyes widen almost comically.

“Oriana, her name is Iris and she needs a favor.” Wanda says after a sigh.

“I’m a seamstress and I was asked to make a dress made from stardust. I was told you were the most powerful celestial witch in this area.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere. Even if you don’t mean it.” Oriana says with too bright a smile. “So…you want some from me? You know I can’t part with something as rare as stardust. As a celestial witch it’s unheard of!”

“I want to know how to collect it myself.” Iris says cutting her off.

“Oh…a first. Well, there are many ways!” Oriana starts pacing around her home, looking for something Iris and Wanda could only guess.

“You could get on a rocket ship although that’s excessive you’re a seamstress not an astronaut. You could wait for a comet to pass earth the collect the dust that rains down but you know that’s nearly impossible and not for the impatient. Oh! you could find a meteorite and grind the dust yourself- “

“That! That one seems most plausible.” Iris says, cutting her off once again. “Would you know where to look?”

Oriana pops out from a ridiculously huge chest, pulling out an object as big as a baseball. “Apparently in here,” she says. “Like I said I can’t part with rare material like this but I can at least show you what it looks like.”

“Looks like any old rock.” Wanda murmurs.

“That’s the beauty of it, no?” Oriana says tossing up and catching it like a baseball.

#it is long #fair warning #this may be deleted #mine #seamstress story

[uriekukistan]

Omg u cooked with ch 5!! Megumi laying his head on Yuuji’s shoulder and falling asleep?? The heart in the contact name??? Shoot me rn. Your fic makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and smiling like an idiot and kicking my feet giggling. God did I feel Megumi’s frustration in the beginning thoughhh.. poor guy. But congratulations to him for sugar plum Prince! And wishing Maki some good luck with snow bc ehrm… (definitely not been personally victimised by that fake snow 🥲). I am so intrigued by Megumi’s Prince Siegfried portrayal though… I keep thinking of the act 3 black swan pas de deux, would he be a more sceptical Siegfried over an oblivious happy one? I wish I could see it irl 😭 also you’ve rlly tempted me to book tickets for Swan lake, they’ve got Vadim Mutagirov with Fumi Kaneko in two weeks ahhh!! Also did you have a specific video in mind for the one Yuuji sent to Megumi? I really loved the last video you linked. I don’t usually look at boy groups so I didn’t know abt him before but omg Dino is sooooo goood?? And apologies ahead bc idk anythign about hip hop but like he’s so light yet clean with his movements?? Like he moves so easy, how??

Looking forward to next chapter!!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️

apologies in advance, but im abt to ramble so much thank you for the lovely response <33333

STOP ACTUALLY I WOULD DIE TO SEE VADIM MUNTAGIROV AND FUMI KANEKO IN SWAN LAKE IN PERSON ????? TWO MY FAV DANCERS FROM ROYAL BALLET IN MY FAV BALLET ????? U SHOULD TOTALLY GO IF U CAN OMG PLS LIVE IT FOR ME i loveee fumi kaneko her port de bras are always so beautiful and elegant and expressive, and she was amazing as aurora too

anyway excuse me for fangirling jlgsfdh thank you so much!!! im so glad you've been enjoying so far :)))) and yes everyone pray for maki, snow AND flowers is a crazy hard combo but she's crazy good so she's got this down (this made me realize i've never done snow, i've almost always done arabian until recently i've been drosselmeyer which has been so fun????). i definitely see megumi as a more skeptical siegfried in the black swan pas. actually it comes up more later, but he doesn't really do well with the lovesick & happy type vibe lmao (we saw it coming tbh), so a skeptical and overall more melancholy siegfried suits him well.

the choreo i was thinking of in this chapter was this bury a friend choreo by woomin jang and woonha. i absolutely love woonha like she fuses so many elements of contemporary dance with hip hop (such as here), and overall has such unique choreos. like this one, i had genuinely never seen anything like it before, and still havent seen anything like it, or at least not as well executed. so i think she'd be a good inspiration for megumi, just to see how many directions hip hop can go beyond the sort of singular idea that he has.

and omg yes i lovveeee dino he's amazing. honestly im not super into kpop anymore but i'll always have major respect for him (and the rest of seventeen's dance line, actually started in hip hop bc of them). he's really mastered that balance between grounded and being light, crazy strength, crazy control....yeah

okay i'll stop now 😭 thank you again so much fr tho :D

[miko-fellco]

i saw you reblogged something about learning random facts and in the tags you mentioned andy warhol? could you please tell me a few things about him? :0 i'm studying him for my art GCSEs lol

YESS

(just note that i dont know all cool facts ab him just the general image for now)

WELL OKAY he was born 1928 and his parents were Austria-Hungary immigrats, hes mum was byzantine catholic and so was he for all his life he went to church almost every Sunday AND HE MEET JOHN PAUL II AND GAVE AUTOGRAPHS TO NUNS WHO WERE THERE

He started as a commercial illustrator theres a video showing technics he used for that , in the late 50s he started painting because he wanted his works to be shown in galleries and he did hes Campbell soup paintings, exhibited them in 1962 and that pretty much made him more known:DThe same year he bought a house and on the 5th floor created the factory decorated all in sliver paint and tin foil. It was relocated a few times but this one is the most famous. I belive most of his polaroids of celebrities were taken there but might be wrong lol. He was super obsessed with celebrities and fame which started when he was a kid and had to stay home for weeks after falling sick with sydenham chorea(it also made his skin and hair lose pigment for the rest of his life) and was collecting photos of celebs and writing to them

In 1968 he was shot by a radical feminist bc she didnt star in one of his films but he made it out alive, he was less social after that and became scared of hospitals. He kept making art, im his signature silk screen printing technic but belived he havent done anything good since the attack:( Also the woman who shot him ended up in a mental hospital, got out and has wrote him letters with pears.

He died basically because of his fear of hospitals he was moving his gallbladder surgery to the point when he actually did it it was very dangerous (and the fact that he was shot beafore and almost died didnt make it easier) he died because of complications after sugery but he did wake up! and made a call, then he suffocate i think

He stored things in boxes. I mean a lot of things. In a lot of boxes. They are called time capsules and im pretty sure they opened all of them, they included toe nails, old food, papers etc really ranodm thngs but his assignment whe help him to make the boxes said he knew exactly where he wanted to put what. So not random after all.

He was also openly gay beafore the gay liberation(he once submitted a series of man nudes to an exhibition but they rejected them and wanted to make a book, named cockbook. No comment needed on that), lived with his mom until he was 42, she moved in with him in NYC when he bought the house i mentioned earlier amd they had 20 cats all named Sam very important information. And he wore wigs, made in italy i think bc we went bald too quickly, he didnt style tehm and once a girl took his wig of and he wrote in his diary that we wanted to push her of balcony for that, i was surprised i was sure it was real hair lol

I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY NOW I HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY MONOLOGUE

#i tried to not make it long but failed #i can do more but later #andy warhol