#sando writes

[heartbreak-sandwich]

The first time Billy concedes to anyone, it's to you.

He snapped, and he yelled at you, and he's already sorry, but he doesn't know how to make those words tumble out from behind his gritted teeth into the stale, quiet air.

Here, in his Camaro, parked outside of your house, he grips the steering wheel hard enough to make his knuckles turn white as he steeps in his own shame bordering on self hatred. He's still sorry, but he's battling his own carefully curated stubbornness, so he just listens to your staggered breathing as tears slip down your cheeks, and he knows that every second of silence is another lost chance.

You couldn't speak. You just stared straight ahead. He yelled at you over something so stupid, and you were embarrassed and hurt. You didn't want to make things worse by starting conversations, and you were almost sure this was it. When you get out of his car, it will be for the last time.

Billy sucked in a deep breath and sighed it out as his grip on the steering wheel loosened, and he finally looked over to you. You didn't meet his eyes, still staring straight ahead, quiet tears still streaming.

"Hey," he says, his voice level and husky. "I didn't mean what I said." You still stared straight ahead. That wasn't an apology, and you still didn't have anything to say. Billy sighed again and rested a hand on your thigh.

"I shouldn't have yelled at you," he offers, his eyes becoming more focused on you as you continued to stare into the night through the windshield. "Please talk to me."

You took a deep breath and shook your head slowly, overanalyzing every action in the last few moments before he exploded, wondering if there was anything you possibly could have done differently to avoid the current situation.

"I'm sorry," he finally says. He means it - you can tell. You rest a hand on top of his and meet his eyes as he reaches up with his free hand to catch another falling tear. "I'm sorry," he repeats, the words sounding more solid this time.

You nod slowly and lean over the center console into his shoulder. He holds you until your breathing evens out, softly petting your hair and whispering his apology over and over. He didn't have to, but he wanted to. He knew he was wrong for what he had done, and the more he said it, the easier it was to say.

He shuts his eyes, and holds you tighter, and hopes with his whole heart that he can fix himself - that he can stop standing in his own way. He doesn't know exactly what's wrong with him. All he knows is he doesn't want to ruin the only thing that's mattered to him since he was ten years old.

[evelyn-and-art]

TORSO STUDIES (extras): Kotoha, Shizuka, Tsubakino and Endo

Art Studies with Eve #2

The studio welcomes three lovely queens 🫶

...and a snake 😕

And that completes the torso studies! Thank you for the positive feedback on the first part and for waiting for this one 🫶.

Part 1

[dryad-lesbians]

reading part 2 of well of ascension and part 4 of oathbringer at the same time is... an experience

[runsonlovepower]

shoutout to khux forever for setting up a murder mystery and clearly being like mmmmm one of these guys did it and then the twist is OH NO THEYRE ALL GOOD KIDS !!!! IT WAS NONE OF THEM OH NOOOOOO

[wyllzel]

woah so update on warden sebastian au: i locked in, and the first draft of ch. 6 (of 11) is now fully written!!! and... it has brought the total wordcount to 48k so far... 🫨 i think i bit off a lot. LOL. (this will probably end up being the longest thing i've ever written!)

anyway here is some spoiler-free-ish timeline info bc i love putting that man in lore-/canon-friendly scenarios >:)

the premise of the fic is that sebastian joins the wardens instead of hanging w h/awke and co 👀 so ch. 1 starts out w his "duty" quest from act 1 (the flint company), and diverges from there!

the fic follows sebastian's journey, which is now largely separate from h/awke's, but h/awke still lives out the events of d/a2 in parallel. their paths cross upon occasion... and they help one another where needed :) !! the slow burn is quite slow—i did my best to add some #tension in ch. 5 & 6, but they still are not together... hoho...

here is the tentative timeline for the fic:

9:31 dragon (act 1 of d/a2): ch. 1-3

9:33 dragon (btwn acts 1-2 of d/a2): ch. 4-5

9:34 dragon (act 2 of d/a2): ch. 6

9:35 dragon (btwn acts 2-3 of d/a2): ch. 7-8

9:37 dragon (post-act 3 of d/a2): ch. 9-10

9:38 dragon: ch. 11

as for supporting characters...

n/athaniel h/owe features in ch. 2-3,

c/arver features in ch. 4-5, which is also where h/awke (finally haha) cements her presence as the female lead,

a/nders and i/sabela make cameos in ch. 6,

and v/ivienne will step in in ch. 7-8 😍 !

i'm very excited to get started working on ch. 7!! 🥳 sebastian has accidentally ("accidentally") left a trail of drama behind him. LOL

[novelmonger]

I needed to say something. Something romantic! Something to sweep her off her feet. "You're like a potato!" I shouted after her. "In a minefield." She froze in place. Then she spun on me, her face lit by a half-grown fruit. "A potato," she said flatly. "That's the best you can do? Seriously?" "It makes sense," I said. "Listen. You're strolling through a minefield, worried about getting blown up. And then you step on something, and you think, 'I'm dead.' But it's just a potato. And you're so relieved to find something so wonderful when you expected something so awful. That's what you are. To me." "A potato." "Sure. French fries? Mashed potatoes? Who doesn't like potatoes?" "Plenty of people. Why can't I be something sweet, like a cake?" "Because cake wouldn't grow in a minefield. Obviously."

- Firefight by Brandon Sanderson

[macabremanor]

Anyway I just finished the first mistborn book I am in shambles and might post a review like I did with tihylttw but I’m getting like a withdrawal from it it’s so weird idek how I’m feeling 💔

[llycaons]

mistborn is extremely juvenile in its 'anti-imperial' (and even thats a stretch) philosophy but it's surprisingly unrelenting so far. and I honestly prefer a protagonist who freely hands out money to beggars and plans to overthrow the government in order to improve their lot to a poor con artist who suddenly realizes saving a noble family is her actual most important duty and a cop protagonist who had to suppress the urge to arrest old women reading tarot cards (but it's okay because he's actually a masked vigilante). like the mask of mirrors tries to have such an elaborate racial hierarchy and system of social injustice but it doesn't actually make any sense and it's incredibly frustrating bc it fails repeatedly to realistically and meaningfully comment on the world it creates while pretending it's so complex. mistborn aims a little lower intellectually (neither of them are near the realm of say, baru cormorant) but imo it actually has better politics (SO FAR) than MoM and is more successful as a result in both its goals and as an entertaining read

[daughterofsarenrae]

one of these days i will actually read rhythm of war, which i have owned since release day, except that i really want to reread the series up until then before i read it. except that is. 3,565 pages. and then RoW is an addition 1219

[darth-grips]

Sometimes i get really in the weeds adding things into my fanfic that dont matter at all actually except for some esoteric [willem dafoe voice] SYMBOLOGY that is important to me on a thematic level but otherwise is just self indulgent fluff. which feels particularly egregious when you publish chapters in a serial format.

Like yes, hello, it's been five months and here's 10000 new words, but don't be fooled! one half of the love interest isnt hardly even mentioned but for in passing at the end to get the plot rolling again after i get these dominoes set up to knock over later on, and oh also a quarter of those words isn't even really relevant, I just was really enthusiastic about the weird alien city i made up and also the backstory to a character who gets mentioned literally once in canon. Enjoy! Like COME ON if i were me and a fic author did that I'd throw my phone across the room. But alas. I have Problems Disorder.

[dayscapism]

Brando Sando defenders should learn the difference between theology and criticism of religion/faith. Also learn to understand thematic undertones and subtlety...

[heartbreak-sandwich]

I have been CORRUPTED by insane, gay, sexy thoughts of Robin today thanks to this fic, so hear me out - (NSFW incoming)

You, Robin, a strapless dildo, and a Hitachi wand because of course she has a treasure trove of toys to torture you with.

"Lay back. Relax -- or don't. You're cute when you're nervous," Robin drawls, biting her lip coquettishly.

You lay back slowly on the bed, keeping your gaze on her as she kneels in front of you, her strawberry blonde bangs dusting her dark eyelashes as she leans forward and pushes your skirt up, bunching it around your hips.

She palms at your clothed pussy through your nylons, rubbing up and down slowly, eliciting tiny gasps from you each time she presses her fingertips to your clit.

She smiles wider now and pulls a tote from under the bed. She reaches up and pushes down on your chest, forcing your back down against the bed and your eyes up to the ceiling.

"This part's a surprise. No peeking." She ghosts her fingers over your lips before you hear her rummaging around in the tote, the lid closing, and her sliding the entire box back under the bed.

You feel her touch between your legs again, but it's different this time. You hear the tearing of fabric as she rips a wide hole into your nylons and moves your panties to the side.

You gasp louder this time at the slick sliding of her velvet tongue through your folds. She lets out a soft laugh against you, her warm breath making the goosebumps on your skin stand at attention.

Robin loves you like this.

Her tongue feels so good, but it's almost not enough. You need more to bring you to that fiery edge you crave.

"Robin," you almost whisper.

She stops and looks up at you, scrunching her nose with a devilish grin.

"Always so desperate," she purrs before pressing a wet kiss to your clit and sucking it into her mouth. You moan loudly, letting your head fall back onto the bed as your hands find her soft hair, tangling your fingertips into her tresses and pulling gently.

You're surprised when the contact stops with a pop, and she stands up, grabbing her strapless dildo and sucking the short end into her mouth, her icy blue eyes keeping yours in a chokehold before she lets a long string of spit slide out onto the toy, not batting an eye when some drips languidly onto the floor. Resting one leg up on the bed, she pushes it inside of her until it sits perfectly in place.

She stares down at you and smirks.

"I need more of you," you whine as she picks up the thick wand, giving it a twirl before turning it on, the low buzzing sound making your walls clench in anticipation.

"Be careful what you wish for," she burns before pushing the wand hard against your clit, causing you to cry out and buck your hips.

"I'm gonna make you beg to cum on this cock." You feel the sweet, searing stretch of her dildo filling you up almost too quickly before she angles herself just right and rolls her hips into yours over and over again.

Robin's moans are louder than yours now as she fills you to the brim, bringing the head of the wand to rest exactly where you two are connected, turning the vibration up higher. She grinds her own clit against it so that each movement pushes harder into you everywhere.

Reaching up with both arms, you grab desperately at her perky tits, instantly finding her hardened nipples through her button down, and you pinch and twist just the way she likes it.

Robin's eyes brim with tears as she lets out choked up gasps, and her mouth falls open, her words barely decipherable through her bliss.

"I'm -- I'm cumming."

[queer-ragnelle]

omg i forgot tomorrow was the start of nanowrimo.

i can’t commit to that while i’m currently editing a novel but also if i added 50k words to that i would have to be jailed without keyboard access. like i wouldn’t resist that would be fair punishment for my own sake. how long are these books gonna be i’m not brando sando & i don’t want to be but i’m obsessive enough about writing that i could easily make these books chihuahua crushers. if i wanted. my accountability partner wouldn’t be encouraging me to write they would have to make me stop. pry me away & duct tape oven mitts to my hands like a kid with chicken pox so i can’t type. i’d be mad but eventually come to understand the necessity. for my own good. for my reader’s own good.

[rainintheevening]

Okay peeps, what should I work on this afternoon?

the next Seasons scene (Peter and Edmund series)

take my hand (the raised-as-a-Sith Anakin au)

a scene of Edmund talking about Peter, and the past, with Caspian and Cornelius to give Caspian a better understanding of him

a thing about Mr. Pevensie

Or

my friend's very late birthday fic (Steve and Bucky)

You've got half an hour to vote.

Also I will very possibly not work on the thing you all suggest. This is just me begging for outside engagement with my current... things.

[boyfeminism]

listening to brando sandos lectures has been really helpful but trying to outline just frustrates me. i was trying to find some stuff on discovery / pantsing / gardening writing but most of the articles on is are like "none of you understand what discovery writing is, if you outline at all youre gonna burn in hell, you Wish you were a discovery writer" girl what

[caracarnn]

While I do have show verses I will be TAILORING THEM basically au versions of the show bc Rand - is just...Rand won't be the Rand you see in the show. The Dragon is not the friends that you made along the way and Rand also didn't fck off to Cairhien to work in a mental health facility. He is v much Channeling and grappling with his own sanity at this time and he did fight his own battles. He also wasn't all HELP ME PLS to a fckn Forsaken. Just so show watchers know. It's a show verse but an AU show verse. ahem. He also cannot be shielded by ONE aes sedai and he isn't just a plot device for everyone else.