#woo more writing!

[3-heartstyle]

Left behind au prt. 2

This is what Layla goes through when she's taken back to Doflamingo so Tw for torture and human experimentation :D

Edit: @auxiliarydetective the answer to your curiosity is here!

So, the start would be that the moment Vergo shows up. Layla is the one fighting him and Corazon taking Law away.

With the Wail-Wail fruit's ability to paralyze people for some time is SO helpful for those two to have a large headstart, however, Vergo is very capable the moment it ends.

Obviously, Layla loses.

The moment Doflamingo is informed and creates the birdcage, Cora and Law are out of bounds.

Same type of ending for leaving the island but with an even angrier Doflamingo. Traitorous brother still alive, the devil fruit gone, and what he has now is a "defective weapon".

There was a hunting party sent out to find the two but with the possibility that the Dressrosa takeover could be compromised, Doffy needed all hands on deck. (Everything Dressrosa related will be in a separate post)

Now onto making Layla a doll. >:)

The first method of breaking her was to isolate her away from everyone in the family, especially the kids.

The only way for anyone to interact with her (by training or something) Doflamingo has to be present.

I'm not sure when Caesar joins all of this is but the moment he's available, Doffy had him create a mask to shut her mouth. To prevent her from using her power against them of course and if she tries to pry it off, it'll break her jaw.

Experiments with re-creating her devil fruit will obviously happen but the closest thing they got was a screaming fruit.

So the next best thing is to improve the one and only. Her power is strengthened by her feeling of grief and to do that she had to lose hope in rejoining Cora and Law.

Caesar creates a hallucinating drug to amplify her sense of fear and have her fight in that state. It works in the way that she'll fight to survive but not use her power. He even creates a depressant but that only harms her training.

She tries her best in holding out and steals away newspapers to distract herself from going crazy. Doflamingo finds out and as a punishment he blinds her. (Fucked up I know but hey, she develops observation haki from this :D)

Doflamingo takes advantage of being her only source of information and tells her one day that he finally killed his brother. Even bringing a head with similar features for her to feel.

However with Law creating his own pirate crew, Doffy plays with her emotions in explaining that Law only cares in gaining power just like he is. Saying that Corazon failed in changing his nature and the only way she'll meet him again is when he finally wants to kill him and the family.

All of this messes her up BIG time.

And what a pretty weapon she turns out to be after designing a sad doll face mask with a speaker built in.

Time after taking over Dressrosa, Doflamingo still has Sugar turn Llorona into a doll.

Having her isolated again in the treasure room.

#woo more writing! #holy shit what an angsty post #and there will more be more :D #long post #left behind au #one piece #one piece oc #oc: layla montez #donquixote rosinante #oc x canon #donquixote doflamingo

[where-dreamers-go]

Romance/Flirty/Fluffy/Cute Dialogue Writing Prompts:

(A/N: Some fluff prompts to use, reblog, and have fun with.)

“You know I love you.”

“Do you need anything? Or I can just keep playing with your hair, if that’s okay?”

“I only wanted to matter to someone.” “You matter to me.”

“You’re like a dream.” “Oh. Um. Thank you?”

“Some people call it ‘love’.”

“You, me, your favorite hoodie of mine, and the couch. It’s a date?”

“We can’t leave the bed now. The pillows have accepted us.”

“Laundry day doesn’t mean walking around in your underwear, but for you, I’ll make an exception.”

“Hey, cutie! I’m home.”

“When I had called you ‘a snack’, I didn’t know you actually smelled like one.”

“My ears miss your heartbeat.”

“Are you reading that romance/spicy book or did you have that dream again?”

“You know, the usual. We eat snacks/dessert, we sit on the couch, ignore the TV, make-out. The usual.”

“How do we always end up cuddling.”

#writing prompts #dialogue prompts #romance prompts #flirty dialogue prompts #where dreamers go #I found some in my notebook and then some more on the computer. woo!

[linddzz]

Latest idea floating around in my head: a twist on the Hob saving Morpheus from the time-out ball, except that's where they first met each other.

Hob's still immortal, it's just that Death was the one who came and gave him the deal of meeting every 100 years

(is this also bc I'd love Death being Hob's centennial buddy? Her being way less reserved and straight up telling him who she is. Her delight at his delighting over life. The rage in him when Eleanor and Robyn die. Death took them and she wouldn't even say anything to him when she did it. Also I'd like to see him just immediately choke and squirm like a bastard as soon as he starts explaining his new shipping business to her in 1789. Yes and hell yes gimme Hobsie and Death as bros.)

So Hob is trying out new stuff again. He's never tried out being a magus and gets himself in as a member of Burgess' order and eventually an acolyte.

And then he's introduced to the "devil" that Burgess keeps in the dungeon. He's to help study up on strengthening the wards around the sphere and all that. And boy is he deeply, super uncomfortable with the sight of this frail man trapped in a cage.

("Don't let his pretty face fool you." Burgess will tell him, "the thing is a demon who would destroy us all if given half a chance."

To be fair, Morpheus does not help his case at all and his expression clearly says "you fuckin bet I will")

And Hob is Hob. So while he's working on studying up on wards (which so happens to involve a lot of careful, detailed study of the wards around the sphere) he's chatting at the thing in it. He complains about the boss, talks about the War, tells the demon about his day while the demon either glares at him or makes a hilariously big show of not paying attention. Sometimes Hob straight up shirks work (with a winking "you won't tell the boss right?") And just reads books.

And he nearly shrieks in surprise when he's reading some new novel called The Hobbit out loud and looks up to find the demon watching and obviously interested. So of course Hob is gonna keep reading him stories and keep studying those binding spells super closely.

And ok that's where I gotta admit the story doesn't have a solid conclusion in my head yet (besides obviously Hob is gonna bust Dream out and then get kissed a LOT) but I do have one bit where Morpheus first talks to him and of course it's just cryptic weird shit. Because Morpheus has started watching this shit-wizard who won't shut the fuck up back and can tell that something is OFF about him.

So just imagine Hob is yammering away about how he thinks the masters kid and the gardener have something going on, and he nearly shits himself when the "demon" presses a hand against the glass and says

"Death has touched you. I see it now. My siblings marks upon you. Is that what you are here for? To report to them? To let them see how low their family has come? So they do know what has come of me then, and they have sent you to chatter away and truly make it clear that they will do nothing."

Hob's just like. "WHAT?? SIBLINGS?! You TALK??! Hang on you know Death???!" But Morpheus already is back to curling in on himself in a furious pissy sulk

#dreamling #fic cooking #i imagine after Dreams outburst theres a lot more talking going on #idk if i have this fleshed out enough to fully write i just liked the idea of Hob reading Tolkien to the thing in the ball #and Morpheus being wooed with stories #the tension is ruined by me knowing that all it took was smearing the circle kdjfkd #maybe Hob purposely falls asleep to let Morpheus get out via his dreams

[a-silly-stained-glass-anomaly]

#will wood #wee woo #the normal album #nothing could have prevented this #nice one pandora #this one isnt as nice tho pandora haha #i just realized i forgot to change his name to freaky wood #oh well its been posted i deserve just a little treat #edit: i love how this shitpost on my sideblog gained more attention in less than a day than stuff on my main as of writing this #not complaining tho this is my legacy i shall be known for the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 album by 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉

[macabrecake]

wifey, I got smth to ask you 🥺

can I ask for just getting my back blown out by infinite darkness Leon somewhere in the White House after the zombie attack?

Just him in that blue suit??

(also pls add some praise kink in there, I beg)

Gabby my beloved! Ask you shall receive! 💖

Minors step off from here please and thank you.

The White House…

Of all the zombie attacks Leon has had to bear witness to, forced to carry the mental and physical scars from, survived. The White House was the last place he'd ever expect to be hit. He can't say he's surprised though. Even now as he discusses with Jason on the subject of who started this with what virus, his adrenaline is shot. Not even fully taking in the conversation when his mind is on something else.

Or rather someone else.

Luckily, his search was brief when you just so happen to hastily round the corner and search before locking eyes with him. Your dire look of concern immediately falls away to relief at the sight of him, he can't but smile at that but the feeling is mutual.

He's quick to leave Jason and close what felt like a mile long distance between you two. As soon as your arms are around each other, you feel his larger stature softly squeeze your hips and gently scoot you along. A silent request to take you away for some much deserved privacy.

And you couldn't be more happy to oblige.

You let Leon pull you away from prying eyes into a nearby office and lock the door. Let him steal your breath with a ravishing kiss while he scoops you up with large, warm hands planted firmly on your ass. Let him manhandle you as he bends you over the desk and hikes the lower part of your dress up. Putting your soaked through lace panties on full display to show just how badly you need him.

It's truly a sight he'll never grow tired of.

Unable to resist, his hand ghosts down the skin of your backside to press his thumb against your weeping little pearl, still hidden behind the thin, soiled fabric. It elicits a soft breathy whine from you that Leon can't help but chuckle at, "Sorry sunshine, just love when you get messy like this."

Any other day the agent would love to tease you and draw this out a little more but, he just doesn't have the time and most certainly not the patience. With his pants quickly undone and pulled down just enough for his cock to be freed from it's restraints, his fingers suddenly tug your underwear to the side and sinks himself into your welcoming heat in one thrust.

The moan that escapes you would've most definitely drawn attention if it weren't for his hand clasping over your mouth to silence you, followed by sweet searing kisses pressed to your neck as he sets a rough, needy pace.

"That's it…" The dirty blonde softly coos into your ear, delighted with how your pussy squeezes the entirety of his length everytime he sinks back in with a rhythmic slap. "That's my good girl."

His words pour from his lips onto your body like the sweetest liquor, one you'll never deny and hope to stay intoxicated by everyday. Leon softly smiles into your hair. Because he knows it. Knows exactly what praise like that does to you. Your cute little muffled whimper and the desperate rock of your hips to meet his thrusts is all the answer he needs.

"Yeah, you're my good girl." He rumbles out in that low pretty groan. "Fuck, you were made to take me this good weren't you?" His composure soon shatters for a moment, leading him to bury his face in the crook of your neck with a hiss in an attempt to mask his own noise. Leon's voice then falls to a whisper, a secret uttered into your love stained skin that only you could keep.

"God you're perfect."

It's too much, in the best way possible. Tears of pure bliss fall from your eyes as you grace that edge of heaven, while your fingers card through his hair and hold on for dear life. His hand coming around to press the rough, warm pads of his fingers against your intimacy however, is what ultimately tips you over.

A soft cry tumbles into his hand as your orgasm leaves you quivering within his hold. Leon's thrusts instantly slow down to help you ride out your high, squishing your smaller frame between his body and the desk more while you gush on his fingers and around his cock before going still.

Your breath comes out in a quiet pant as you come back down from your cloud nine, that is until you release a sudden squeak when Leon slowly starts up his rhythm again. In his defense, eyeing the way your cunt throbbed and dripped around his dick was too fucking hot to ignore.

You're quick to pick your head up and look back at him. Only to meet his lips smashing against yours in another feverish kiss, swallowing your pretty sounds like a shot of his favorite whiskey.

The agent then pulls away, but just slightly, to softly speak. "Come on Princess, you can give me one more. Can't you?"

Seeing how handsomely disheveled he looks in that navy blue suit- hair messily sticking to his skin, cheeks flushed a wonderful shade of red, plush lips parted to let out his quiet huffs, and those pretty ocean eyes blown with all the love he has for you. Oh yeah, you most certainly accept another round.

You're Leon Scott Kennedy's good girl after all.

#WOO! #finally some actual writing from me 😭 #thank you for letting me use the brain cell my queen 💕 #i seriously need to give ID Leon more attention #that suit is just #😩👌🏻 #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil infinite darkness #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut

[fabdante]

The Party Animal and the Goth

Duncan tried to tell her before they showed up that this would be different. She should give it a try. It’d been years since the last party she went to with him (she’d been dating Trent at the time to, something Duncan further blamed for her bad time). Maybe she’d like it now. And Duncan wouldn’t leave her alone, he swore. No awkward hanging out by herself and the dog should they have one. And if Trent was there, Duncan would punch him just for her. Blah blah. All sorts of promises. Well. She wasn’t into it. Like she said she wouldn’t be. Duncan fucked off somewhere else. Like she thought he would. And she saw her ex Trent floating around and she was doing everything in her power to avoid any awkward small talk that would ensue the second he saw her again. Like she feared.  Of course the party was going to be that predictable. She should have put money on it. And there wasn't even a dog. Around midnight she’d gotten sick of the whole thing. But Duncan was off doing something (hopefully not someone) and Geoff found her. They talked. She mentioned maybe looking for DJ and leaving. But Geoff lit up like she’d just told him he won a prize and her night got a little weird. Instead of just saying bye or helping her find DJ or literally anything else, Geoff was instantly offering to talk her back to her dorm. So that got her where she was now, walking with Geoff away from his party.  What the fuck.

Summery: A classic 'Geoff walks Gwen home' story set in the year of 2013/2014, in which Gwen has decided to leave a party early and Geoff has decided he'll walk her home. (College AU, no camp.)

Words: 4,274

Rating: Teen (swearing)

Read Here!

#i needed to get this one out of the scrivener document and elsewhere so i don't rewrite it in another 5 years #total drama #total drama island #tdi gwen #tdi geoff #gwen/geoff #geoff/gwen #does anyone even look for stuff about them as a ship despite them almost being canon liiike #my fic #anyway i will not be writing more total drama fic unless i am taken by the madness again in another 5 years #i didn't realize until i started considering posting this and checked their ao3 tag that this is just the classic geoff/gwen #one shot formula but in my defense i wrote it the first time like 10 years ago so i didn't know that then #anyway woo hoo i'm free!!

[ahxiang]

with the focus on the revolving door again in ep 16, i just want to say a little smth abt the door as an autistic person myself.

i know some ppl are frustrated with wyw's difficulty in using the door, saying it infantilizes her and that "she's a 27 year old lawyer, she's seen a revolving door before, she knows how they work." but the thing is, it's not abt her being familiar with revolving doors at all. at least not in the way you think. it's not "oh look at this lady, she doesn't understand this door bc she's autistic." it's a sensory issue.

autism affects our senses and the way we process them. what many allistics don’t understand about autism is that we’re not just overly sensitive to sounds and bright lights. we can be underly (is that a word??) sensitive to stimulus as well and have a hard time controlling our senses. this includes all seven senses. that right, seven. there’s the five you know, but also two you probably don’t: the vestibular sense and proprioception. these two have to do with body awareness, balance, and spatial orientation. that’s why many of us walk “weirdly” (if i ever catch you saying someone walks weirdly i am coming into your house and punching you in the face) or are clumsy. we have issues with our bodies in relation to the world around us and often have a hard time balancing. i walk into walls all the time and miscalculate and walk into doorways instead of through them. 

so it’s not that wyw doesn’t understand the social concept of a revolving door, but that they’re difficult to navigate through due to her vestibular and proprioceptive sensory issues. i myself have a hard time with revolving doors! so pls no more “this makes her look dumb” or “this is so unrealistic”. if wyw is bad representation and is stupid for having problems with a revolving door, then i’m an unrealistically stupid autistic that walks into walls.

#extraordinary attorney woo #eaw #sorry for the mini essay everything i write turns into a paper absjs also the bolding is so that it's easier to read for neurodivergents <3 #also i'm not gonna lie at first my internalized ableism took over and i was hard on wyw thinking she was making us look bad and stupid #and then i realized that *i* literally struggle with revolving doors and would have to get my dad to help me get through when i was younger #this show has honestly challenged my own internalized ableism and concept of what is and isn't acceptable autism symptoms to show #and y'know what? fuck the idea that there's a point where you're too visibly autistic! this show has made me love myself so much more #and has helped me through issues i didn't even realize i had! i didn't realize how much ableism i had internalized and held onto #it wasn't until i saw wyw do things that i had hated or berated myself for that i realized i was being too hard on myself #if i loved wyw then i had to love myself too! and on top of that seeing jun ho love her for who she was made me love myself all the more #i just really love this show flaws and all #tea talks #eaw autism science #1k

[mrsoharaa]

you didn't think too much into the simple graze of the newest spider-mans fingers gently brisking over yours as he takes his leave. the sweet, noble male that personally tended to you from your former strenuous, chaotic mission that led you to having a wounded leg. thus putting you right into the spider society's med bay.

you wave him off with a friendly smile, your eyes quickly sweeping over ever so attentively to the left to note Miguel's intent stare. pretty globes of soft cardinal leering behind the new, overly tending spider-man leaving the medical room you resided in. bearing directly into the back of the generous mans skull with such fueling rage and hatred.

his hardened glare sweeps back over to meet yours through the crystalline glass of the mirror into your medical room. thick brows that once tightened ever so firmly and searing wrath pooling into those glorious irises of pure ruby, immediately softening to your delicate gaze. a tinge of hurt and remorse instantly building up in the conflicted mans chest, immensely.

your heart flutters against your own, capturing the shorten, soften gaze of swarming distraught and longing clinging into those beautiful, intense eyes of his. your lush lips slowly part from each other, attempting to gather words to accumulate towards the man — but only failed, inescapably, when everything within you blared at you not to engage with him. not to engage with the very man that put you through with so much unbinding hurt and betrayal. the very same man that slowly, treacherously broke and tore you from piece by piece.

your pupils dilate, closing your agape lips promptly as your fingers crumble amongst the thin sheets of the medical beds bedding. you turn your head, shielding back the hot, thick tears swelling at the brims of your lashes. trying to not crumble before the very man that you inevitably fell in love with, during your previous time together (during your little "stress distressing" lascivious sessions).

the very same man that slowly, treacherously broke and tore you from piece by piece. promises of unfulfilled, unattainable pledges of comforting enlightenment and console, crumbling with the shattered fragments of your broken heart.

#idk what this is but i couldn't stop thinking about it for the past two hours lol #needed some angst to woo my crippled soul </3 #GOD i can vividly imagine the absolute pain and anguish on that poor mans face! (and yours obviously!) 😭💔 #kinda hurt to write this one tbh lmao...but that was the point haha :''3 #sorryyyy!! i really love this idea/concept! I need to look more into it!! #YOU BOTH DON'T DESERVE THIS BUT I CAN'T HELP IT!! 😭❤️‍🩹 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #atsv

[six-white-venus]

written for @lady-shadow-and-darkness 's prompt, 'translucent'.

#if you saw me post something else before no you didn't #i hated that one ngl #this one i'm more satisfied with #venus i hope you know your prompt killed me #ok woo. one more prompt to go #my writing #poetry #prose poetry #words #writeblr #love #prose

[marlynnofmany]

"Man, Earth animals would be incredibly invasive on another planet."

"Yeah, rabbits are already a huge problem in Australia! Imagine what kind of havoc they could wreak on an alien ecosystem."

"Like if space poachers stole some, then crashed."

"Any alien criminals who did that would deserve…”

A Swift Kick to the Thorax

It’s available today! Tell your friends and enemies!

Img ID: the cover of the sci-fi novel “A Swift Kick to the Thorax.” It features a veterinarian’s prescription pad floating in space, with the title written in the prescription area. A pen floats behind it and a chunk has been bitten out of the pad.

#humans are weird #humans are space orcs #my writing #getting published #today's the day! woo! #this has been a long time coming #I'm going to write more short stories to go with it soon #A Swift Kick to the Thorax #Robin Bennett #the Token Human #book recs

[good-beanswrites]

An 0309 drabble for an anon ask I got a bit ago :) Thank you for being patient, I really enjoyed writing this!! It's actually a little moment I've wanted to write since I started Milgram fic, but never got around to it. (I mention his injured eye, but don't actually describe anything)

“Stop moving around so much.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I mean it. You’ll make things worse.”

Mikoto watched as the intensity in Fuuta’s gaze flickered between fire and fear.

He had a doctor’s kit laid out on his lap. Recently, Shidou had his hands full with Mahiru’s treatments and having intense conversations with Haruka, so Mikoto wanted to give him a break. With none of the injuries actually healing as they should, the prisoners were caught in an endless loop of changing bandages and checking for complications.

Shidou was grateful for the help. Many of the others tolerated Fuuta in the same way they spent only the necessary time around Mikoto. They smiled and placated him, acting like he’d gone mad all of the sudden. Whatever was making the others avoid the two of them, it drew the pair together. Mikoto was finding he enjoyed Fuuta’s company. Something about him was rather… charming. 

“Me? You’re the asshole that will make things worse. You’re no doctor! Fuck you.”

Eh, maybe he had gone mad. 

He took comfort, at least, in the knowledge that Fuuta was growing more comfortable with him. He sure had a special way of showing it, but Mikoto didn’t brag about being a people-person for nothing – he picked up on the way Fuuta sought him out during the day, pretending to be involved in his own activities. The way he struck up a conversation, then acted as if it had been Mikoto’s idea to come over and bother him. 

Therefore it was exciting, though not surprising, when Fuuta allowed Mikoto to help treat his injuries. They had only done it a few times, but today brought a whole new challenge. 

“I’m not performing surgery or anything. Shidou said it just needs some basic disinfecting.” He flashed his usual grin. “I have a steady hand – I’m a photographer, you know.”

Aside from Shidou, Fuuta hadn’t allowed a single person to look under his eyepatch. 

He remained unamused by Mikoto’s smile. For better or worse, he could always tell when it was forced. “It’s not like I have any proof of that. You could be awful at it, for all I know.”

“First chance I get, I’ll request a camera and prove it. Want me to take a picture of you first?”

“If you haven’t already messed up my face…” Fuuta’s focus was glued to the hand carefully reaching towards him. 

Mikoto pouted his lips. “Shidou trusted me enough with this. And you must have, because you agreed earlier. So If it’s not about me… You’re not scared, are you?”

There were some things that Fuuta didn’t stop to see through. He sputtered in surprise. “Hell no!” He lifted his chin, finally taking his attention off Mikoto’s hands. He stared defiantly. “I can take it.”

Mikoto felt a bit guilty for resorting to foul play. But not that guilty. “Good. Now hold still...”

He got right to it. One hand held ginger hair out of the way, while the other pinched the corner of the eyepatch. Fuuta’s good eye darted nervously around the room, avoiding the other's close-leaning face. Mikoto peeled it away swiftly, gently

As a horror movie buff, the injury didn’t faze him in the slightest. As someone who’d grown close to Fuuta recently, he felt a wave of anguish at the sight.

Fuuta squirmed. “It’s nasty, isn’t it…”

Mikoto reached down for some supplies. He considered mustering up a smile and saying there was no need to worry so much, but it would have been pointless. Times like these, it was kind of a relief when someone else could see right through him for a change. 

“It looks like it hurts.”

“Tch, I don’t need any pity from you.”

“I was going to say, you hide it well. You’re tougher than the warden gives you credit for.”

His cheeks flushed red. “I – I don’t need any flattery from you either!”

“Don’t need anything from anybody, huh?”

Before he could come up with a retort, he hissed through his teeth in pain.

“Ah, sorry.” Mikoto immediately retracted his hand from where it had been dabbing alcohol onto the injury.

Steeling his expression, he muttered, “it’s fine.”

Mikoto tried again. He made sure to move with even more steadiness, his face drawn up in concentration. He saw Fuuta’s features flinch when he touched him, but he stayed still. The two were silent, now, as Mikoto worked. Leaning his face so close made the short task feel much longer. The reddening in his cheeks didn't subside.

He expected Fuuta to snatch the fresh eyepatch away the moment he unwrapped it – he was shocked that Fuuta let him adjust it into place without a word.

“Alright. You’re all set.” He started packing up the kit.

“Listen, don’t tell the others. About my eye.”

Mikoto squinted. He gestured to the right side of his face. “I hate to break it to you, but the big patch kinda gives you away.”

“You idiot! I just mean, don’t tell them what it looks like.” He pulled his hood down over his hair. “I don’t need everyone trying to steal a look at it like I’m some sort of freakshow.”

“Hey, of course.” Mikoto gave him a smile, the kind they both knew was genuine. “I’ve got you.”

Fuuta nodded. He turned his face away, his fingers lingering over where Mikoto’s had just been. “... And… thanks.”

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #mikoto kayano #0309 #thank you so much for the request woo!!! #lmao it leans more 'serious intimate' than 'sappy romantic' - i hope thats okay #and yeah! i was actually planning to have a chapter in thermoregulation where yuno treated his eye #but every way i envisioned it wouldnt fit right with the tone of the whole thing #so ive been considering other characters and mikoto works So Well -- i was really glad to finally sit and write it out with him!! #its just... having someone as paranoid and ashamed as fuuta actually letting someone close enough to see/touch his most vulnerable injury.. #it Gets me man 😭😭😭 #and mikoto is also showing a very open side of himself - he has someone who trusts him despite everything thats going on with him/john #someone he doesnt need to preform for -- someone who truly trusts him #;--; #im torn between picturing the prisoners staying away from mikoto t2 or him self isolating while they all still really like hanging out #i went with the first option here but it changes depending on the fic LOL #anyway i hope you enjoyed!!!! #the two start out sitting really far apart and awkward but by the end of t2 with mikoto treating him regularly they start sitting like that #meme where the girl is putting on the others makeup LOL #drabbles #what if i keep procrastinating on school writing and i just write milgram fic forever and ever huh

[corpsentry]

at the asian american studies sponsored movie screening i run out of my seat to press a button for the presenter and you look away, not in shame, but in anger

go make your own movie.

One where you’re the star

and everything’s my fault

the way you want it to be. I know, it’s easy

to let someone else hold this grief

and sit in the bathtub,

all dressed up to go to the party.

Maybe in this movie it’s your party

and I the party crasher,

holding cymbals and a baseball bat, et cetera.

But we don’t stop getting older when we’re angry

and you’re only twenty,

can’t listen to lullabies at night,

can’t sleep without a blanket

over your head like you’re scared

of your own shadow. God, go

write your own movie.

You could do it,

you’re still

pretty. Angry? Me too.

The bathtub’s overflowing,

the bathroom’s flooding

with whatever you couldn’t say

to the poet with their palms glued shut

in a cheap simulacrum of prayer.

Didn’t you say you were tired? Angry? Me too.

Upset? Unhappy? Me too. Hungry? Lonely? Me too. Me too.

Standing barefoot in the grass

I remembered the month of bad weather.

How I parted the fog with broken hands each night,

looking for your voice.

Oh, I will not forgive you.

Not like this.

With your fingers splayed

against the brute February sky,

lips cracked open like windows,

waiting, like you always are, for me to say the first word.

#my writing #my words #there are many reasons i like tumblr. for example the number of people who keep getting older is very impressive #but also it is nice because unlike my goddamn poetry account (self inflicted damage) half my friends irl do not follow me here #so i can put this poem down. it’s not public grief here it’s anonymous grief! woo #anyway i have just survived possibly the most brutal four weeks of my life and this is including getting dumped a week #before the dance concert in which my ex and i were in more than half the items together. this is including that #but i am OUT #and this poem was written while i was still in but i am O U T #lord being hurt and hurt and being mature and brave and smart makes your HR voice get really good #not by choice #for survival purposes #i am wondering if i should get this laptop. as my water bottle exploded and destroyed my old laptop #i think i will do it #yes. i think so #it is time to start taking care of myself. and so on #so here’s this poem. i wanted to share it because it’s raw and unedited and it has some lines that i think are neat #if it makes you feel some stuff that would make me very happy

[inkyquince]

Have those big ole thoughts about training Kylar properly. Maybe you don't wanna loose your virginity to him, or maybe you just enjoy preparing him properly for your first time together.

content warning. this was written for my VTM oc and realised that I can't just release that dumbass to the blog first, so instead it was changed to Kylar uwu. Kylar being nasty, frotting, sex toys, intercrural sex kinda, training mentions, lots of drooling and lube and fluids.

You didn't even mean to train him at first. It was all Kylar's fault. You two couldn't even kiss without his breath hitching and his cock hardening in his stained sweatpants. Jutting against you as his whined, hungrily mouthing at your bottom lip. Hell, you used to just let him hump himself to completion, but Kylar's eyes would prick with tears, both as how sore his cock would get but also being oh so close to you, your crotch being so warm against him beyond unbearable. Blow jobs were out too, since he had the same amount of self control as a glutton.

So, instead, one trip to Sirris' Sex Shop later, you have the solution to your problems. For him to cum and for you to train him before ever having to sleep with him.

Kylar likes to watch you prep the fleshlight. Parting the silicon to spit into the toy before pouring lube in, the clear liquid rising inside rapidly. Meanwhile, he watches, mouth agape just a bit. His cock juts against the fabric of his trousers, opaque liquid already seeping through the garment.

You kick off your trousers so they don't get stained and slip the toy between your thighs, tucked against your own crotch. Kylar used to whine at you to go without underwear when you two did this, but that discussion was long since dead now. Instead, he just tries to imagine it's all you, the tight, snug fit, the dripping mess over his dick. All. You.

He clambers on top of you, tugging his sweatpants down, tucking the band under his balls. His flushed dick stands to attention, dribbling just a bit as he nudges the head against the "lips" of the fleshlight. He's already sweating as he gazes at you, pupils blown wide, for your go ahead to sink into "your" hole. The little smile you give is more than enough and he gracelessly sinks down, lube pushing out as he pushes in, sticking to his thick pubic hair and balls.

Mouth agape, Kylar just gazes at you, dumb little expression as his cock throbbed uselessly inside the toy. God, he wants it to be you so badly. This is the least embarrassing way he's tried to simulate his cock in your warm hole. Tried the fuck a warmed up grapefruit once, before feeding it to you. Fucked a hole into his soap bar. Used to hump his pillow every night, ripped a shabby hole right into it. But somehow this was far more embarrassing. You, watching him, use a toy and obviously pretend its you, all the while you two are chest to chest, stomach to stomach, legs intertwined.

Kylar never had much composure to begin with, but any shreds of it are long gone by the first sloppy thrust. Drool gathering on his tongue, too entranced in the tight fit to even function properly, unable to swallow it down, so it just slips from his lips. The wet squelching of his cock bucking down into the toy, lube flowing out, was not helping, Kylar's lewd imagination kicking into overdrive. Reminds him of the hentai's he would put at full volume with his headphones, settle back and close his eyes and jerk his cock as he imagined you making those lewd noises, both your moans as well as your dripping hole taking his cock.

Yet the toy was just not enough. He came like a virgin whenever you used it on him, but his brain whispered that it would never be enough. Left every orgasm a bit less fulfilling each time. His cock ached as he continued to hump away, curling his body a bit to properly rut into it, almost like a clock wound too tight. His hot huffs of breath fanned over your face, sweat dripping down his face, into his hair and shining in the dim light.

"Please. Please, I want to... I wanna... Please?"

You just laughed softly and gently raised your thighs enough to mimic the feeling of the fleshlight fucking back into him. That was all he needed. Kylar whined and threw his head back, entire body jerking roughly as he came. Cum dribbled over the lips of the toy, seeping over the edges and staining your bare thighs, as well as his own.

Just babbles out his stream of consciousness, saying your hole is so good, that he loves you, that this was always meant to be, that he wants to fill you up up up until you are still dripping his cum days later.

You just stroke his head as he struggles to tug himself out of the toy, knowing that by the time you finally let him fuck you, he'll ruin you properly.

#... is this too short for a read more? #if its not message me and say hey donk put this under a read more ur clogging my dashboard #and i will kiss your head and throw you out of my house #quincewrites #dol #nsft #degrees of lewdity #kylar the loner #apologies to tea #whose really into the oc this was for and maybe would have liked to read smut of their boy #woo guys look inky posted for the first time in a millenia #im on some stuff that peps me up a bit more #and im writing christmas presents for some lads that helped me wanna give you guys more stuff #anyway!! #hi guys!!

[baeshijima]

alrighty everyone !! as of typing this, 2024 (ew...) is only a few minutes away and i wanted to send a little message to whoever may be reading this.

the most important thing i want to say is this: i'm proud of you for making it to the new year. it's been a tough year, and we have all had our own difficulties to overcome, with some being more dire than others. no matter how trivial you may think the hurdle has been, that doesn't dismiss the courage it took to get past it and grow from the experience. thank you for not giving up and persevering through another year <3

for me personally, i want to thank all of you for making my 2023. whether you're a long-time follower or someone who recently discovered my blog, a long-time friend or a new friend, someone who interacts with my works or prefers to quietly enjoy them, i want to thank you for being here through yet another year. i hope we can continue into this next year with more fics and brainrots (´｡• ω •｡`) ♡

happy new year everyone !! i wish your year of 2024 to be one filled with nothing but happiness, love, kindness, and health despite what difficulties may come your way (≧◡≦) ♡

#sophie's idle chatter #i didnt get to write as much as i wouldve liked to near towards the end of 2023 (¬¬ stares at end of college and starting uni.) #so i hope i get to write more this year !! #now that i think abt it i had some banger fics this year wow #stares at how to woo the acting grand sage 101 . #man i cant believe that was early this- last year #welp. guess its time to roll up the sleeves and start that 2024 grind ;w;

[filet-o-feelings]

Thanks for the tag @lemonlyman-dotcom 💖

His apartment is quiet. Almost too quiet; in direct opposition to the club he just left. He decides to take a shower before settling in with his show, bringing up his favorite divas playlist before connecting his bluetooth speaker and turning the shower on to get up to temperature while he undresses. He likes the water hot, hot enough it feels like it’s melting away an entire layer, the full day swirling down the drain and leaving him refreshed and more like himself. He’s well aware the hot water is not doing any favors for his skin, but it’s a small price to pay for this luxury. Besides, that’s what his perfectly curated skin care products are for, right? Once he’s clean, hydrated inside and out, and comfortable in the softest, most luxurious pajamas he owns, he settles in and pulls up the latest episode of his favorite show on Interflix. He laughs, he cries. The usual. He just loves this show so much. The characters are somehow both completely ridiculous and relatable and endearing. The plotlines are brilliant. The character growth is perfect, all of it flowing together to create a realistic feel to something that should be pure fantasy. He could spend hours thinking about the nuances and what makes this show so perfect. He has spent hours thinking about, reading about, obsessing about it, honestly. The mumblr community really helps fuel this obsession, which is why he immediately opens his laptop and immediately navigates there to get his fix once the episode is over. He has so many opinions.

Tagging @jamilas-pen @hippolotamus @stereopticons @statueinthestonetoo @tyfinn @demora00 @treluna4 @vanillahigh00 @smallumbrella369 @alienajackson @wordthieve @obsessedwithdavrick @beaiola and open tag if you want to share!

#woo I actually got this done early for once #because I took today off work #this is literally every word I wrote today #I should probably stop sharing the entire thing in pieces but hopefully I'll do some more writing later #secret identity au

[dootznbootz]

With how I'm planning my fics, since Menelaus and Agamemnon spend some years at Tyndarius' palace, I kind of have them all be childhood friends in a way before Agamemnon and Menelaus take back their kingdom (Aga is around 19, Menelaus 15 when they leave. 5-6 years later they get married.) With how their marriages work out when talking about "Old times", Odysseus is the "odd one out" as he was the only one who didn't grow up alongside them. The poor guy is left out.

Odysseus: "Wait, why is everyone laughing? What does that mean? I don't get it." Penelope: "Well you see-" Goes on about a silly story but the inside joke is dumb. "...You probably would've had to have been there to get it" Odysseus:

#I'm so excited for how Ima have the dynamics in my fics >:D #Is this all silly? YEah :D Is it probably unlikely? YEAH. Do I care too much? No. :D you can't tell me they stayed at Tyndarius and NOT mak #them childhood friends to lovers (Agamemnon and Clytemnestra is a different situation but no spoilers lskdfj ) #Odysseus is Menelaus' wingman (at first just going to sightsee and try and win the favors of others) but as soon as Odysseus falls #HARD for Penelope and starts getting a little desperate on how to “woo” her. Menelaus becomes a wingman for him as well #“I know her favorite jewel is Lapis Lazuli but she hates bracelets. She messes with them too much and then they break. don't give those” #Odysseus is frantically writing everything down #I love making these silly people even more silly. I hope that's okay haha #They don't have much time in the Iliad but I love Menelaus' and Odysseus' friendship (based on how Menelaus talks about him in the #odyssey.) And Helen already knows she wants Menelaus but I'll get into that later >:D #If anyone has seen the movie “Up”. Young Carl is young Menelaus and Young Ellie is...Kind of like Helen?? more the “shy boy gets looped #into crazy shenanigans with a sassy girl who thinks he's neat". #“You don't talk very much...I like you!” and Menelaus is just standing there. big eyed and confused but happy. :D #my headcanons #shot by odysseus #Mad rambles