#This is sort of a writing exercise

[vincentmatthews]

WIP Whenever

I was tagged by @katsigian and @timaeusterrored thank you loves💕

Hiding it under the cut because this is embarrassing.

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My Perfect Little Pet

Hunger. That's the only thing that coursed through his fractured mind. His fangs ached at the thought of the only thing that would sate his hunger. Warm, red, copper tasting, sanguine. His wrists bore faded scars of where he'd been forced to feed on himself in the past. It's been two days since he's been free, free from being under his Master's clawed thumb. Free to feed on anything he desired without having to suffer the consequences.

He'd stalked the woods at night, in search of anything that would satisfy his ever growing hunger. He'd found a rabbit, it was small, white as snow, it wasn't much, but it would have to be enough. For now at least. Until he was capable of finding bigger prey.

He held his hand out for the rabbit, beckoning his the small minded prey closer.

"Shh~♡ Don't worry my dear~♡ I won't hurt you~♡.." He hummed softly, the rabbit's ears went back as it sniffed the air, cautious of his next move. His round crimson eyes narrowed as the creature reluctantly stepped forward. The last steps it would ever take.

Before the rabbit had a chance to realize what the pale elf was, it was too late. It was scooped up but his two clawed, thin, icey hands. A set of sharp, cold fangs bit down on the warm, tender flesh of it's neck. He let out a soft noise, as the hot blood reached his chapped lips. The rabbit trashed in his hands, letting out a sharp agonizing squeak before falling limp in his grip.

He growled, his eyes glossed over and fluttered as he drank what little sustenance he'd had in weeks. He doesn't remember the last time he'd fed, yet it made him exhale through his nostrals with a form of ecstasy. His mind was clearer and he didn't feel so weak. He considered it a massive accomplishment, since this is the first time he'd fed without his Master's approval. He felt powerful, liberated, destructive, yet a small sliver of his consciousness bled through. He unclenched his jaws, which seemed more of a struggle than usual. He brushed it off as a reaction to not eating.

He lowered the animal once he was unable to extract any more blood from it. His stomach knawed at the rare feeling of something in it rather than vial blood of rats. It was almost enough to make him tear up. He shivered at the thought that now he was able to eat whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He could even endulge himself on the one prey his master forbid him of feeding on.

He dropped the twisted, mangled corpse in the grass below. He felt his chest tighten and his stomach churn. If Cazador knew of what he was doing right now, he'd be punished for sure. He took a deep breath, trying his best to brush away those feelings that seemed to bubble up inside of him, threatening to erupt. He was safe now. He was free. He was able to stand in running water without it burning, able to stand in the sun without being reduced to a pile of ash, and he was able to walk into homes completely uninvited. It all felt so new, made him feel powerful, unstoppable even. Hells, he was probably the most powerful vampire right now. A thought cascaded acrossed his fractured mind; perhaps he was even stronger than Cazador. He might even be able to stake his chance for revenge, so to speak.

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Don't know if I'll ever have the guts to post this when I'm done with it. So I guess we'll see xD

[turtleblogatlast]

Small but significant character moments that I actually really adore are from both the times we see the boys as tots. There is a reoccurrence that happens in both of them that I find so incredibly interesting.

For the turtle tot short, Splinter leaves the boys with weapons. In the short, Raph is the one who suggests they do “what Lou Jitsu would do” and Leo is the one who takes point when Splinter comes back to reprimand them. Leo, in taking point, is the one to defend them and get Splinter off their tails.

And then, in the flashback regarding the Kuroi Yōroi helmet, Raph is the one who grabs and throws “Skully” as a way to replace their missing ball which breaks it into pieces, but Leo is the one who speaks for the group and rushes into action to fix the teapot.

I love this for multiple reasons, but the biggest are how it shows that Raph has always been inclined toward the bold and fun and making the plans to include his brothers in what he loves and believes they’d love, whereas Leo has always been inclined to be the “Face” of the group and shoulder the attention even if it’s potentially negative all while coming up with on the spot attempts to fix the situation.

[gingermintpepper]

As a bit of a break activity from the depressing reality of mainstream western greek myth retellings, today's agenda is cleaning out my childhood bookshelf so I can actually fit my newer stuff on it!

I'm already one shelf deep and a lot of these books are either older than or just about 10-15 years.

While it's not particularly aesthetic, the oldest books with their scuffed and torn spines and fraying edges are books I've inherited from my father, some of which he's inherited from his father. I'm actually not sure how I'm going to fit everything on here but hey! That's the fun of things like this lmao

[t1sunfortunate]

I truly do think one of the largest pitfalls among the "media consumption is my passion" crowd is the tendency to treat characters as human beings with agency rather than narrative tools manipulated by the author

[eusuntgratie]

thank you for the tags @firstprincehornyramblings & @thighzp <3

sharing something a little different today. i've wanted to translate one of my shorter fics into spanish forEVER but always get stuck and give up. but i'm feeling inspired by @jocarthage's arabic and english drabble so i decided to give it a shot.

who knows how long it will take me to finish but here's a bit of baby, it's alright, my nora's pov of caulfield fic, en español

Ella sueña. No hay nada por ella aquí, entonces ella duerme, y piensa en las cosas buenas una y otra vez para que no las olvide. Oasis, antes de Jones. Los árboles, las flores, el cielo. Tripp, cuando no se duele demasiado pensar en su cara. Louise, segura y feliz, sonriendo y bailando con Roy. Walt, su cara dulce y sus abrazos cariñosos. A veces ella se pregunta dónde está Walt ahora. Ella piensa en él feliz y saludable con una familia que le ama. Sonriendo en el campo de las girasoles. Bailando cerca de la mesa. 

no pressure tagging @lostcol @bigassbowlingballhead @basil-bird @stratocumulusperlucidus @taste-thewaste

@onward--upward @rewritetheending @jbarneswilson @onthewaytosomewhere @firenati0n

@catdadacd @insecuregodcomplex @faketrex @jocarthage @beautifulcheat

@cha-melodius @sheepywritesfics <3

[dancing-lex]

Thank you @bazpango for tagging me in Snippet Saturday!!

This bit here is from my post-L death WIP! Gonna keep it a buck, I based this fic entirely on Martha Sways by Andy Shauf, but now there's the added bonus of one crying Light Yagami :]

[acasualattempt]

skyline | heat signatures

(Zayne x Reader — Love and Deepspace AU)

You only meant to steal a few quiet minutes alone. You didn’t expect Zayne to press you against the rooftop wall, hands gripping your thighs, breath hot against your throat.

"You're trouble, darling," he murmurs against your ear. "And one day, I’m not going to stop myself from showing you just how much."

You arch against him instinctively — and he shudders, wrecked, whispering:

"Don’t look at me like that, darling," he breathes against your mouth. "Not unless you want me to take you right here, where anyone could find us."

✦ Choose Your Adventure: ✦

➤ Skyline — The rooftop was just the beginning.

➤ Skyline: After Dark — You made it home. But you never stood a chance against him.

➤ Skyline: No Self-Control — You never made it home. He couldn't wait. Neither could you.

Warnings: Smut, heavy making out, dry humping, semi-public setting, sexual tension, rough handling (non-painful), dirty talk, emotional themes.

🔞 Minors Do Not Interact. 🔞

[aprismaticodyssey]

So, anyway, I wrote a spicy scene.

Well, very mild spicy scene. Why? Because I wanted to. I was writing in a new scene, and the idea for spice came to mind, so I decided to write it out and see how it goes. Will I keep it? Maybe. Dunno.

I just know I refused to read what I typed because I was too embarrassed to read it. 🤡 It's not even explicit. I was just embarrassed.

[okiankeno]

incredibly cringe poll that i will use the results for later

[twodiamondhoes]

I love being weird about my research because it means that I have an article about gun control in the old west open next to a reddit thread breaking down the infrastructure needed to implement flying cars.

[upontherisers]

who closed last night pt 2*

had two glasses of wine, an edible, and a dream apparently. nsfw under the cut

*with director’s commentary

this is self explanatory. she tries to drown him. it doesn’t work. she falls in love with a human and a man at that. she has teeth like a shark and likes to rescue books from wrecks. there’s a language barrier, he’s shirtless a lot, he thought being surrounded by sexy fish women would be fun but they actually just want to kill him. i only think it’s fun if he dies at the end tbh

i’ve wanted to do a fic with a funky format for awhile and i love those “gen z actors having no media training” comps on youtube so i think it’d be fun to watch whatever the fuck these two have going on through the eyes of fans who watch izzy’s tour diaries that she makes for each week of LatL first world tour (which is called World Tour One. the second will be called World Tour Two or the Second World Tour. they think they’re sooo funny).

highlights will include: rosie rosenthal standing awkwardly at the green room coffee maker while mahalia and bucky get in a fight, izzy and gale trying to open the video louder than the sound of mahalia and bucky arguing in the background, and clips of them generally being insane about personal space and touch

also self explanatory. they also might get a cat but miss “pets are dirty and gross” seems to change her tone when her little guy comes waddling into the room with his ears dragging on the ground.

injured soccer star!mahalia and team physio!bucky bump into each other at a bar. she acts like she smokes, he actually does, and it’s not an HR violation if she’s not technically playing at the moment, right?

mahalia and the boys play the world’s most psychosexual version of threesome chicken.

[smoothoperador]

that post that goes 'hate an x reader fic do not put me in a situation' is making rounds and op turned off their reblogs so i can't add this but everyone seems to be operating under the assumption that the 'reader' in those fics is, well literally the reader? i mean idk maybe some of you do imagine your actual selves doing and saying all that stuff (thats why im posting this, im curious to know how you envision it in your head) but when i read or write x reader i never imagine the reader as me. because, of course, of the tremendous case of I Would Not Fucking Say That that id get every 3 lines. no to me reader is like a vague autonomous entity. like a little doll that lives in the corner of my brain and that i put down into the newest fic, and then they reset at the end and im like, you did a good job as i pick them up & store them back inside my brain. almost like if ditto (the pokemon) was an oc. sure there are elements of me in what i write because well. I Wrote That. Those Words Came From My Brain. but in a fic (especially one i read as opposed to write) reader is an all-purpose little person totally separate from the real me

[sisterdivinium]

Lilith might just have made the worst choice she could in going to Jillian, no? Not just because of basically becoming her lab rat and throwing herself into the unknown by walking into the ark, but because of the sharp, undeniable contrast that is painfully drawn between Jillian's love for Michael, which sees her stop at nothing to retrieve him, and Lilith's mother's indifference towards her own daughter.

Of course she had met Jillian before, but season one had another context to it. Now, however...

Here's a woman who will set the whole world on fire in order to help her son if she must; meanwhile, Lilith's mother could care less if she knew about her daughter's little season frolicking in the flame pits of hell after being dragged there by a tarask.

Lilith goes to Jillian expecting the brilliant scientist -- she finds her, but perhaps more than that she finds the devoted mother she does not have. There's a cruelty to Jillian's treatment of her, of course, but in this moment of recognition she realises that a) not only is her worth still seen as tied to her "usefulness" to others, but b) that nobody will do for her what Jillian is doing for her son... And that might just be the deepest wound.

[figureitoutinthemorning]

I try to avoid TikTok where possible (that’s a lie, but I probably should avoid it) but sometimes I post little videos of me reading my poems and today I was informed that the most recent one ‘violated the community guidelines’. I appealed it and they put it back, but like… what could I possibly have done for it to get hidden in the first place. Was it because my cat was in the video. Are cats banned now. Was it because they hated my outfit. Does whatever AI makes these decisions have really strong opinions about poetry????

[acasualattempt]

Heatwave

A brutal summer heatwave has turned MC and Zayne’s apartment into a suffocating inferno. The AC is broken, the fan barely helps, and their bodies are sticky with sweat. What starts as playful teasing quickly turns into something far more dangerous—because MC dares to challenge Zayne. And once she starts? There’s no stopping the inevitable shift in control.

Wondering if I have the time and the capacity to write this

[novelconcepts]

Random weird q, but now that you’re accepting prompts it got me wondering: how do you fulfill prompts so quickly? I still have some sitting in my inbox from last summer 😭 It’s not for lack of passion either-I love that ship so much-and I’ve had the time here and there to finish them…but for some reason by brain just won’t do it. It’s rlly frustrating, and I rlly admire your ability to be so productive and consistent-I would love some advice.

To be honest, it’s just sort of…sitting and seeing what speaks to me. I have a ton of prompts that are still backlogged that I may or may not ever get to, and I’m always a little guiltily aware of that, but sometimes it’s just a matter of fresh ideas. They come in, and I usually try to write them right away before I can dwell for too long and talk myself out of being able to tackle them properly. Try to make sure I’m having fun with this hobby, instead of putting too much pressure on myself. I have a much harder time with long-form fiction, with the discipline of the regimen, but with the tiny guys I just sit and go into a fugue state. Whatever comes out, I reread, do a quick edit, and then hit post.