#the aforementioned out of control wips are:

[jichanxo]

sunday six (i have been writing i pinkie promise)

tags: @four-white-trees @passthroughtime @phantasy14 @overdevelopedglasses @skysquid22

all my wips are spiralling out of control. anyway here's kuwagami again

“Slow down.” Kuwana spoke over him. “And breathe. You’re panicking again.”

Yagami went quiet and did as he was told, but only because it sounded like a good idea. Breathed in, out. Kuwana listened as he did.

“It’s just me.” Kuwana told him. “Talking to me isn’t a big deal, alright? You don’t have to be like this, like you’re... scared, or something. It’s not like you.”

Yagami laughed, ringing hollow even in his own ears. “Scared?”

“Then what is it?” Kuwana prompted. “That you feel about me?”

His heart supplied the word immediately, but it caught in his throat awkwardly. He choked around it, unable to get it out. Yagami’s mouth was open, but he didn’t say it, didn’t know if he could, if he wanted to.

[steampunk-raven]

do I keep working on my current wips or should I start some other project

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

On Good Behaviour 8

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, threats, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: after release, you try to get on the right track but your new boss isn’t much help. (ex-con reader)

Characters: Loki

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

You drag the wet cloth along your cunt. You clean away the residue of the lube that coated the condom and grimace at yourself in the mirror. You shake your head and toss the cloth into the small basket in the corner. You grab a dry one to soak up the moisture between your thighs. 

You’re disgusted with yourself. Him as well. You sigh and stand straight. 

You drop the cloth and fix your blouse. You rinse off your hands and try to smooth the wrinkles creased into your skirt. It’s only three in the afternoon; not quite the end of the day. 

You open the bathroom door and march out. You’re surprised and not to find him still sprawled over the foldout mattress. You grab your phone to confirm the time. Just after three. 

“Sir,” you cross your arms and step back to face him. “I recall you have an appointment at four--” 

“Cancel it and come back to bed,” he insists. 

You stare at him. He runs his hand down his naked torso and hums. You look at the wall. 

“You wanted that report done--” 

“Am I asking you for it now?” He turns onto his side and his green eyes flare. “You are being defiant.” 

“No, sir, I’m doing my job--” 

“I told you to come back here,” he taps the mattress. 

You stare at him. His coily black hair is messy and tangle around his hand as he holds his head up. He flattens his palm to the thin mattress and rubs it. 

“Take all that off and come here,” he demands. 

You put your phone down. He’s not much different than the guards or even some of the inmates in prison. It’s a power struggle. Like them, he just wants confirmation that he’s the one with control. The fact that he is who he is, makes it all the more pathetic. 

You undress. As you do, your mind strays. It isn’t hard to guess why he’s doing this. Not after meeting his family.  He has an inferiority complex which you suspect is attached to his aforementioned brother. You have your own issues; too many siblings, a shitty mom, a steady stream of ‘father figures’. Even so, you can’t relate much to what he’s doing, though you can guess at his flawed reasoning. 

As you shove down your skirt, completely exposed, he purrs and strokes himself. You hold back a cringe. You repress a sigh as you approach and grab another condom. He catches your hip as you put your knee on the bed. 

“No need to rush,” he assures you. 

You stiffen and say nothing. He’s invaded your home, your body, your entire life; you just want him out as soon as possible.  

He drags his hand up your side and cups your tit. He sits up as he continues fondling you, watching his thumb as it circles your nipple. He brings his other hand up and moves you closer. You don’t resist. 

He pushes your tits together and buries his face in them. He growls and nips at the bulging flesh. He wiggles his head around and kisses along your skin. He drops one hand down to tickle your stomach. You shudder and tighten your fist around the condom. 

He urges you closer as he clasps onto your hip. You lift your leg over his and straddle him on your knees. You reach down to pump him as he plays with your chest. It’s all mechanical to you. Just a part of the job. You’re ticking off another box on the list. 

You pull back and tear open the condom. You push it onto him and he sits back, his stomach muscles clenching as he watches you sheath him in the rubber. His nails dig into the bed and his hisses out a breath. 

You grip him firmly and position yourself over him. You lower yourself gently. You’re thankful for the pre-lubed condom; you’re dry. You grunt as you take all of him. His hands go to your hips and he holds you down. 

He groans as his thumbs trace along the top of your pelvis. His eyes scour up and down your body. He squeezes and rocks you against him. You exhale and let him guide your motion. 

He’s slow and deliberate. He focuses on the joint of your bodies, watching how you glide up and down his length. He shoves you down suddenly and tilts your pelvis so your clit rubs against him. The spark of delight startles you. 

You latch onto his forearms as he keeps your moving. He snarls and leans forward. He nips at your chest again. You stare above his dark hair. He nuzzles and teethes at your tits, teasing you as he drones out. 

“Darling,” he slithers. “Mmm, you... are very capable.” 

He leans back and twists his arms free of your grasps. He takes your hands and puts them on his chest. He smirks at you as his hands falls down to the bed. 

“Go on.” 

Your eyes meet for a split second. You lower your lashes and brace his chest. You roll your hips. He croaks and twitches. He tilts his head back. 

“Oh, yes,” he taunts. “A woman like you... so naughty.” 

You bite your lip to hold back your frustration. ‘A woman like you’... What kind of man does that make him?” 

“Hm, you’ve had some practice, haven’t you? Is this how you got through it? Get an extra dessert at meal time--” 

You pull your hand back without thinking, jaw locking, and you curl your fingers to a fist. You still, arm cocked, ready to bash his face in. You glare at him and he snickers. 

“We both know you won’t,” he reaches and pushes your hand down. Your arm slackens and falls. You deflate. “Remember who and what you are.” 

He grabs your sides and hauls you up with him. He puts you on your back as he gets to his knees, staying inside of you as you hit the mattress. He adjusts himself and frames your throat, tightening his grip as he snarls down at you. 

He thrusts deep. Your insides constrict and you tense. He does it again. And again. Each time is cruel and sharp. Each time, his hold on you tightens. You gasp for air as he fucks you until the metal frame whines. 

You grab his wrists. Your eyes well and your head throb. He slams into you, over and over, his grunts deep and furious. His tempo builds until the whole world seems to quake around you. 

He finishes in a flurry. He peels his hands away from your neck and plants them on either side of your head. He holds himself up as he hammers into you. You close your eyes and wait for it to end. 

When it does, he collapses onto you, breathless. You throb around him. His sweaty skin sticks to yours and his weight paralyses you. You stare at the ceiling. 

You could be mad. You could blame it on a thousand different things. What good would that do? You made yourself a criminal. You made yourself vulnerable. 

It will end. He will get bored. That’s how you got by. You waited it out. Bullies always lose interest. 

💼

You wait in line at the coffee shop. It’s early. You’re exhausted. Well, you were tired for years. No one sleep good on a prison cot. 

You step up and order the usual cortado. Nothing for yourself. As you shuffle along the counter to wait for the coffee, a twinge makes you wince. You hate that you can still feel him. You’re trying to ignore it. 

You thank the barista as she slides over the cup. You take a lid for it and set off. You get to the office; it’s unlocked. 

You enter and find Mr. Laufeyson say behind your desk. He greets you with a taunting grin. You hoped that yesterday would end it. That once he had his little victory, he’d let you be. You put the coffee down and face him over the desk. 

“Sir.” 

His cheek dimples. He stares at you. You don’t flinch. 

“You’re early,” he drawls. 

So is he. That fact isn’t lost on you. 

“We’ve time.” 

His feet are set wide. He turns the chair slightly and unbuckles his belt. You don’t react. 

“Sir, I didn’t get to wrap my work up yesterday--” 

“After,” he reaches into his pants. “Just a quick one.” 

You blink. What is wrong with him? 

He nods to the desk. There’s a condom waiting. You choke back your reticence. You drop your bag and grab it. 

You step in front of him as he pulls himself out. You slide the condom on and he sighs. You turn your back to him. You tug up your skirt and push your panties aside. 

You reach between your legs as you hover over his lap. He shoves you down by your hips. You grunt and keep a hold of the desk. 

“Mm, yes, just as I recall,” he leans back. “Darling, you take me very well.” He runs his hand up and down your back. “And you obey remarkably. I would say you are nearly reformed.” 

You rock your hips as you keep a grip on the desk. You use it for leverage as he traces lines up and down the back of your blouse. You tilt faster and faster. He leans forward and wraps his arms around you. He gropes your chest through your blouse and rests his chin on your shoulder. 

“Yes, darling--” 

A sudden knock makes him cough. Shit. He pauses and listens. The knock comes again. 

“Hullo, anyone in?” Dina’s voice wafts through the door. 

Your eyes snap wide and you elbow Laufeyson off of you. He untangles his arms and stand, the condom coming off inside of you. Shit. You don’t have time. 

You pull your skirt down and tidy your blouse. You scurry away from the desk as he stands, his buckle clinking loudly. You go to the door and look at him. He tucks his shirt in and sends you an agitated gaze. He gestures for you to open the door. 

You pull it back on the hinges, “oh, Dina, hi.” 

“Hello, dear. Checking in. Is Mr. Laufeyson--” 

“Good morning,” Mr. Laufeyson crosses the office lithely, “we were only going over opening tasks.” He offers his hand. She shakes it.  

“I’m so sorry for interrupting.” 

“Not at all. She is still adjusting, so we are diligent in reviewing,” he explains. You back away from them. 

“Oh, yes, sometimes it can be very much work. When they’re locked up, they have routine, but once they’re out...” she clucks. “Well that’s why I’m here.” 

“You are very thorough at your job,” he says. “It is early, are you in the mind for a coffee?” 

“At that place downstairs? I passed it and thought it smelled wonderful,” she trills. 

“My treat,” he insists. “I’ll be happy to answer any questions you have about her performance.” 

“Oh my, Mr. Laufeyson, thank you,” she preens and tugs at her over-styled ringlets. 

“Loki suits me well enough,” he insists. “Let us be off.” 

She spins and struts out, a notable sway in her hips. You stand behind the desk. Laufeyson lingers at the door and peeks back at you. His cheek twitches. 

“You will wait for me and we will continue going over your tasks for the day,” he says. 

“Yes, sir,” you answer as you tap your fingers on the desk. 

He nods and leaves, snapping the door shut behind him. You exhale and grimace. You bend your knees and reach between your legs. You pull the condom out of your cunt and flick it into the bin. Ugh, he’s so gross. 

You drop into the chair and stare at the black screen. It’s a good thing he got in out of there. She’s got an eye for detail. She’d be able to see the coffee you got him or the fact that you hadn’t even got set up for the day. 

You almost think you should just tell her. You’re not stupid. She wouldn’t help you, she would blame you. Maybe it’s not such a bad thing to go back to prison. At least there, you know where you belong. 

No, because then he wins. 

You tap the power button and let the laptop boot. You pull your bag closer and unzip the top. You put your phone beside the mousepad and take out your water bottle. 

As you get the inbox open, your cell buzzes. You flinch and snatch it up, turning it to silent. The message waiting for you is from him. You can’t catch a break. 

‘Darling, you’ve left me undone.’ 

You curl your lip. You can’t tell if he’s reprimanding you or trying to be coy. Either way, you’re repulsed. 

You don’t respond. How can you? The puke emoji seems fitting but foolish. 

Another message brightens the screen before you can put the phone down. ‘I was awake all night. Thinking of you on me.’ 

You furrow your nose. What the fuck? 

‘Did you feel empty without me?’ 

You snort. You put the phone down and throw your hand up in silent confusion. No. He doesn’t think that you enjoyed it, does he? He doesn’t think this is more than you playing along. He can’t. How could he think that you want him? 

The phone lights up once more. 

‘I need you badly. It hurts. You will be ready for me upon my return.’ 

Sure, ready but not wanting. 

[flightyalrighty]

Hey you got an advices for a newbie who thinks about doing commissions? :>

And did you have any bad experiences? (You don't have to answer if it is too private)

I won't go into detail for any bad commission experiences, but I can at least tell you what I learned from em in the form of the advice you asked for:

PRICING! When figuring out pricing, ask yourself the following:

What is an hour of my work worth? This question helps you avoid underselling yourself aka selling under minimum wage. You're definitely worth more than that. $20 is a pretty good starting point for folks who aren't too confident in their own stuff.

How long does it take to complete an art piece? Create one sample of every type of commission you want to sell. Time yourself when you make them. Whatever amount of time it takes to create each piece multiplied by the hourly wage you've set for yourself is going to be your base price for each thing ($20 x 2 hours for a full body sketch = $40). You can also use the samples you've made to help advertise in your commission post and show your potential clients what it is they can expect from you!

How should I charge for add-ons? Once again, figure how long something takes, and shoot for something that seems both fair for you and the client. For extra characters or something like a background, for example, I charge an extra 50% of the base price.

PROBLEMATIC CLIENTS! Got a client that doesn't know what they actually want? Too wishy washy? Too nitpicky? There's a solution! Offer a limited amount of revisions. I offer two free ones, personally. Once the client is out of revisions, I charge them 20% for each additional revision, and I MAKE SURE THEY CAN SEE THAT ON THE FORM THEY FILL OUT. That way, clients are encouraged to get their WHOLE idea in order before going to you. No one wants to be charged extra for a mistake they made, after all -- And it's definitely their mistake if they leave out any details they later deem important and want you to fix.

THE AFOREMENTIONED FORM TO BE FILLED! I used Google Forms, personally. It makes your little business look a bit more professional AND it helps you keep track of multiple projects at once, while prompting the clients to give you the info you specifically need (like reference images). It's good!

BE PROFESSIONAL! You're more likely to get repeat customers if you maintain a professional customer service attitude while handling clients, and deliver your work as promptly as you can. Delivering work PROMPTLY is definitely something you need to imagine me circling and underlining. Please do your best to not take, like, a year? To complete a commission? It's a really bad look. Treat it like homework. Give yourself your own little due date to work with.

While we're on that! DEFINITELY send your clients WIPs while you work! Showing that you're making progress is a great way to get feedback from the client before it's too late to change anything, PLUS it keeps their mind at ease about the possibility of you potentially taking their money and running.

KEEP YOURSELF SAFE! Speaking of taking money and running, set up a system that works when it comes to charging clients and delivering the goods. I have been burned in the past and have learned from this. Some artists charge their clients upfront before delivering anything at all. Personally, I'm not a fan of this, because then it leaves the client open to feeling uneasy about possibly getting scammed. Obviously I'm not a scammer, but to lift the weight of that possibility on the minds of my clients, I charge half upfront and half upon completion. This way, I already have SOME money so the client isn't gonna "dine-and-dash" me, and the client, likewise, is holding the other half of the pay in a friendly self-imposed hostage situation. I do recommend this!

I also use Paypal to INVOICE my clients. This way, I have full control over the nature of what I'm charging and can avoid the client accidentally (or maliciously) sending a payment with something in there meant to get my Paypal account shut down. DO NOT WRITE JOKES ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE CHARGING YOUR CLIENT FOR. DO NOT GET YOURSELF IN TROUBLE FOR SOMETHING STUPID.

And this is all the advice I currently have on me! I hope it helps!

[mcclainwilla]

Writing Fight Scenes Part 9 - Training

I'm back, after a grueling hiatus spent working on my current wip, for now referred to as m&m - a prequel to my duology that follows two guys who attend a military academy. In my experience, I see a lot of characters who are 'finished products' in terms of their fighting abilities; today, I'm talking about the process of training.

This one goes out to @pulletandraptor, who was kind enough to include me in their writing references masterlist. I hope you find this useful!

Approaches to Training

I'll be candid, this is going to draw heavily from my own personal experience, but I'll do my best to cover multiple perspectives.

Depending on the circumstances of your story, your character might have a gradual, carefully-timed introduction to various aspects of fighting, or they may be tossed into the ring headfirst. There are benefits and drawbacks to every approach; I'll list them below.

Low-Stress Classroom Environment

Think of a mixed martial arts class with multiple participants of about the same skill level, led by an experienced instructor. In these types of controlled environments, characters will gradually be introduced to aspects of fighting as their skill progresses - they may learn the basic blocks, hand strikes and kicks, then how to escape from various wrist grabs. When they're ready, they may progress to light sparring with plenty of safety gear (discussed in detail below), then learn how to throw an opponent to the ground, and finally how to execute certain blood chokes/cranks/bars/etc (discussed in Part 7).

Advantages:

imo, the safest approach to learning fight techniques, both for your character and for their peers

Builds camaraderie between characters (more coming soon)

More accessible for characters whose stress response is flight, freeze or fawn, as it allows more time for acclimatization to increasingly stressful situations

Your character will likely develop better fighting form, which will make it harder for opponents to find chinks in their armor

Enables character to perform more technical maneuvers like the aforementioned chokes/submissions (as opposed to using brute force)

Disadvantages:

Characters get used to 'playing by the rules'. This comes with two implications:

They never get used to putting their full strength into their hand strikes/kicks, and never follow all the way through on their chokes/submissions

They are not prepared to deal with other fighters who do these things, nor do they know how to defend against illegal hits (discussed in Part 8)

This can be a big problem. A character who has risen to the top of their school of training might be in for a rude awakening when they find themselves facing off against an opponent from another school. (Or, they might mop the floor with them. Who knows)

Mid-Stress Boot Camp Environment

As the title suggests, think military basic training or police academy (at least, if you're in America. Ew, I know)

The most important thing to remember is that main goal of those bitchy drill sergeants isn't to break your character down, it's to prove to them that they can survive stressful situations and still keep their wits about them. It's to build work ethic, discipline, and respect for your character's superiors. And sure, yes, to make your character more physically strong in a relatively short amount of time. I don't know much about the process of teaching fighting techniques in gov't academy settings (I made up my own rules for my book), so I'll be speaking in a more general 'physical exercise' sense.

Advantages:

Faster results than the classroom environment

More representative of the 'real world' (although certain illegal strikes will still be, well, illegal, even in a soulless place like the military!!)

Toughens your character mentally as well (though this is only an advantage if it actually works. Which leads me to...)

Disadvantages:

High-stress at times, characters with flight/freeze/fawn responses will fare the worst. Might even worsen these stress responses

Makes your character more prone to injury. When they are pushing their body to its limits, they might end up pushing a little too far. I used to know a powerlifter who slipped a disc in his spine doing sit-ups during his basic training. Those kinds of injuries stay with your character for a long time, maybe even for life

High-Stress Street Environment

Also known as the 'fuck around and find out' approach. In these kinds of environments, your character may not even have an instructor. They might live in an environment where they have to fight for their livelihood every day, and as they go through the years, they learn what works and what doesn't based on the outcome of the fight, if they even get to walk away. Think of it like growing up with siblings who were much bigger than you, but taken to the next level; these characters are scrappy and can hold their own against imposing opponents, but they're almost entirely self-taught.

Advantages:

Your character is equipped to deal with whatever their opponent throws them, including dirty tricks and illegal hits

Your character might be better at using the terrain to their advantage. Discarded board on the ground near the fence they have to jump to get into the city? Make them smack someone with the side that has the nails in it

I'd argue your character would be more acclimatized to dealing with pain, which would make them more durable in a fight. This is a double-edged sword tho...

Disadvantages:

As the rules are shunned, the stakes get higher, and it becomes increasingly more likely that your character won't walk away from a fight

A character without a formal fight education probably has sloppier fighting form, which gives an opponent more openings to target

As a final note, the Luke Skywalker in the swamp-esque training scenes generally won't do much for your character. I am a proponent of positive stress - your character needs to be pushed an appropriate amount in order to grow in their fighting skills, and telekinetic meditation just doesn't cut it imo

Gear

This will be broken into two parts - common training tools, and common safety gear. The tools at your characters' disposal/the safety precautions they're allowed to take will depend on the aforementioned approaches to training - you'll probably want to allow more training and safety gear in more low-stress approaches.

Training Gear

This is not an exhaustive list, but rather some of my personal favorites. Note that all the names I'm about to give are slang terms invented by my training place. Feel free to come up with your own names to give your story an individual feel!

Kicking pads: thick (about the same length as your palm) rectangular pads a bit bigger than a human torso; meant to absorb the sharp impact* of elbow strikes, knee strikes and kicks. Great for repetitive kicking/hitting drills. Your character holds it like a shield flush against their hip/torso

Blaster pads: just like kicking pads but even thicker/more absorbent; meant for the strongest impacts (mostly kicks)

Wishbone pads: a handle that branches into two partially-joined pads (put your palms together, but keep your fingers apart. Like that). Good for precision kicking drills because they make a nice clapping noise when you hit it just right

Hand pads: kind of like oven mitts that your character's training partner wears on each hand, the padded side over the palm. Good for repetitive punch combination (remember - your character wants to throw punches in bunches) drills. The training partner will move the pads to different locations for different types of strikes/punches, detailed in this post

Punching/kicking bags: exist for the exact purpose you would imagine. No training partner required, although they're helpful for holding the bag still because they tend to wobble/swing after hard hits. There are multiple types of bags - standing bags that have a water/sand-filled base (of these, there are ones with cylinder-shaped bags, upside-down cone-shaped bags, and rubber ones shaped like men. It's an unspoken rule that everyone names their man-shaped bag 'Bob'. Everyone), as well as bags that hang from the ceiling on chains. I have no strong preferences but hanging bags are probably my favorite

Pool noodles! Pool noodles. I'm being deadass. Pool noodles are great discipline tools for teaching your character how to dodge because if they mess up and get hit, it doesn't hurt at all! They're also good for teaching precision - your character's training partner can throw pool noodle hits at intervals for your character to try to punch/kick

*I say 'sharp impact' because, while kicking/blaster pads absorb the 'jab in the gut' sensation, I was once kicked halfway across the mats by a second-degree black belt and football player while holding one. It didn't hurt my stomach so much as it did jar my entire body.

Safety Gear

Here, it's important to note that not all places use the same safety gear. Personally, my safety gear was pretty limited, even though I was taught in a classroom environment. Generally, the lower-stress the setting, the more safety gear your character will be allowed.

Helmets: non-negotiable in classroom settings (I'm not sure what the military allows, and they're probably not common in unstructured environments). This is google-able, but traditional sparring helmets are padded all over, and cover the jaw/around the chin, over the temples/ears, the forehead, and velcro shut at the back of the head. Some come with clear plastic face masks to protect the eyes/nose/mouth - these are nice. I am part of the reason my studio began to require these. Sorry man

Mouth guards: should be non-negotiable in classroom settings but I actually never used one. These serve a dual purpose - they stop your character from cutting their lips/cheeks on their own teeth if they get punched, and they stop your character's opponent from cutting their hand if they accidentally punch your character in the mouth (Again. No one ever purposefully punches someone in the mouth)

Wrist wraps: these are NOT gloves in any capacity! Rather than offering shock absorption, wrist wraps keep the wrists very stiff and immobile so that the impacts of punches don't jar/smush the interior components of your character's wrists over time. Arthritis is no joke. These are more common for boxers/stand-up fighters, as opposed to wrestlers. I never used these

Gloves: as hinted at above, these provide more shock absorption for the bones of the fingers/hand. The amount of padding varies. Typically, stand-up fighters will wear both, gloves over wrist wraps, anytime they're punching anything, including punching bags. You should know that it's still totally possible for your character to break their hand while wearing boxing gloves, tho

Body pads: basically like a padded suit of armor that covers the chest, stomach, sides and back so that it doesn't suck as bad when a character gets hit in the diaphragm/liver/kidneys/ribs. However, it can be a counter-productive suit of armor because some include targets over these regions for training purposes. They also make versions that just cover the breasts because it sucks to get kicked in the titty. I never used either and I took my titty kicks like a champ. More common among stand-up fighters

Shin guards: these are padded, as opposed to armor-y, and either slide on like a tall sock or strap around the calf and ankle. The best ones have flaps that protect the tops of your character's feet as well. I actually did use these because we had a couple of BITCHES who would jab their elbows into my feet/shins

Cups: I wasn't born with a loverman so I don't know the intricacies of this one, but the key takeaway here is that they are NOT invincible. It's like, if you get shot while wearing a bulletproof vest, you won't feel the bullet, but you'll still feel the force with which it was fired. Also it's still possible for your character's opponent to reach around and grab the cup wearer by the nuts (seen it happen). I've known several stand-up fighters who opted not to use one, so it's up to you

The main takeaway: I didn't use nearly as much safety gear as I should've, and it's a miracle I don't have even more chronic pain

Character Behavior

Finally, you may have heard the phrase 'professionals are predictable; it's the amateurs that are dangerous'. This can be true, but there's more to the story. Allow me to elaborate:

Amateurs

In my experience, amateurs are either really, really skittish or really, really bold. The skittish ones are (understandably) afraid of being hit and will throw punches from miles away because they're afraid of getting close to their target. The bold ones have never been hit and therefore have no reason to fear it, so they charge in, eager to get a hit in/win the fight/impress their instructors or peers. It's the bold ones who are the dangerous ones, imo - sometimes they're so bold they do crazy shit you weren't expecting and it knocks you on your ass. It's just that after all that, you know what to expect, and it's a lot easier to counter. Additionally, all forms of fighting/martial arts require balance, flexibility, body awareness, fine motor skills and multitasking skills, which amateurs likely haven't developed yet. The skittish types usually look stiff and uncertain, and the bold types look ragdoll-y and wild

Students

Once again speaking from personal experience, characters who have undergone some fight training but aren't yet good enough to be considered professionals have the widest range of styles. You have skittish, you have bold, you have characters who hammer away and you have characters who pick their punches carefully. Those who favor the techniques they're starting to learn and those who use their strength. What students often lack is situational awareness - there are times when it's appropriate for a character to push, and times to conserve energy. Students are also juuuuust starting to develop an eye for strategy, but don't expect them to be making observations like 'she always drops her left hand before throwing a roundhouse kick, imma get her ass'. They are still very much in flight or fight mode, and much of their internal narration will be centered around the here and now/what they're experiencing or doing in the moment

Professionals

My favorite way to identify a professional is to look for someone who can fuck around in a fight and still not get hit. My old instructor would put his hands completely down, and it would drive me nuts, and yet I never once landed a headshot. Sure, professionals are predictable, because they have a solid understanding of technique and don't usually do stupid shit. But professionals are so in-control of the situation that they're actually the safest people to spar against, because they can moderate their own output so well

In general, think of ufc fighting, where some of the best athletes in the world go toe-to-toe. Two professionals, pitted against each other, and while there's often a clear winner, both parties usually leave the octagon with some bruises. Getting better at fighting means your character will often triumph against characters in brackets below them - students over amateurs, professionals over students. But within a given bracket, it often comes down to narrow differences in skill, circumstance, and even luck. Let your characters struggle.

I know this was a long post, so thank you for sticking with me! I hope this is helpful!

[desertforestfic]

i am thirty years late to this but thank you @hephaestiions @citrusses @its-the-allure for the writer interview tag

how many works do you have on ao3? ten! ten fics. ha ha ha

what's your total ao3 word count? 31,294

your top 5 stories by kudos?

where i have to go

horizon

the tie

psychopomp

twirled around his finger

do you respond to comments? you know, i really want to, but it is honestly a lot of brain power to sit down in front of like fifty compliments and try to come up with a genuine response to each - so yes i reply but only in incredibly specific moods, lol

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? DIVORCE

what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? probably this one in which it is foreshadowed that harry gets to go be an unemployed stoner in amsterdam (draco has to get a real job)

do you write crossovers? um does a sports au count? then yes, eventually

have you ever received hate on a fic? no and i am honestly taking it as a sign that i need to step my pussy up and write some more upsetting fic

do you write smut? ya

have you ever had a fic stolen? naur

have you ever had a fic translated? no and i am ambivalent about the idea. i have sooo much respect for the folks who put in the work of translating fic for free, but the idea of not having control of what my fic sounds like in another language is a little scary ngl!

have you ever co-written a fic before? no but it's very much something i would like to try eventually!

what's your all-time favorite ship? oh probably drarry just because i feel like these are My People :) i have some pretty near and dear rpf ships but they feel more like old friends than anything i would want to actively read or create for these days

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? ummm one of the first things i ever wrote was like 1,000 words of draco eating a bagel in a park in new york city and then running into harry. i was real hyped about the idea until i remembered that i have spent like ten hours total in new york city and i went down a reddit rabbit hole trying to decide what neighborhood draco would live in and then was like...why am i doing this. it was cute, maybe i'd pick it back up on the off chance i ever move to new york city, but the writing already feels sooo bad to me that idk if i could stand digging it up and editing it lol

what are your writing strengths? descriptions? that sounds broad. i think i'm really good at evoking freeze-frame moments: a sunset, a landscape, a facial expression. physical sensations, too - being drunk, being cold, having a headache. i really like digging out the exact combination of words to describe sensations and emotions i myself have felt. anything like that is likely going to be the most personal part of my writing.

what are your writing weaknesses? making..there be a plot...lol. i think i can write a believable emotional arc, but i was talking to @yiiiiiiiikes25 the other day and was straight up told "i think you need to have more things happen to your characters." read me for filth.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? am i supposed to have thoughts on this? i don't speak any other languages. there's a good chance i'm going to have to throw some Old Norse loanwords into some stuff i've been working on so uhh any Old Norse speakers out there please hmu

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? i'm reading captive prince rn and i'm quite sure i'll have thoughts when i'm done with that :) also f1 is tugging on the hem of my shirt like an eager toddler

what's your favorite fic you've ever written? horizon by a mile :)

i don't remember who's done this due to the aforementioned being thirty years late but uhh tagging @dryrsheet @kamaela @faiell @thehoneybeet @twnkwlf-writes @marrythemonstersao3 @chaos-bear and anyone else who's feelin it

[scoops-aboy86]

Last Line Tag Game

Rules: post the last line you wrote, then tag as many people as there are words.

Rules 2.0: if the number of words/tags seem daunting, add the digits of the total number together until it reaches a more comfortable number for you

Thanks for the tags, @wheneverfeasible and @steviewashere! I'm in a mood, and whenever you've been so hyped for this one, so here's a biiiig chunk of my rejection sickness WIP.

I will, of course, be taking advantage of Rules 2.0 hard.

He rarely just sleeps with someone, both because of the aforementioned danger-limbs and because he just likes his space to stretch out in, but it’s Steve. They and Robin had gone through all the various configurations of puppy pile after Spring Break ‘86, riding out the insomnia, night terrors, and panic attacks as a team. Less often as time passed, but the anniversaries are always tough. (And Steve puts on a brave face about it, but since he was in it from the beginning he has more of those to worry about than Eddie and Robin combined.) Passing out together on the couch after movies isn’t the same, but that happens too. It’s a comfort. It’s… new to do it like this, though. On purpose. In Eddie’s most private space. Just thinking about it is making him goddamn giddy. He’s going to sleep with Steve Harrington. Steve blinks at him. “Are you… likely to kick me in the balls?” Disentangling one of their joined hands, Eddie cups his cheek and coos, “Maybe, maybe not. But I’m game to find out if you are, Stevie.”

184 words, because I have no self control. 1+8+4 = 13, 1+3 = 4, and I am so doing tag-backs. 😜

No pressure tags: @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @kikidoesfanfic @wheneverfeasible @steviewashere

[greedyhero]

"Later, suckers! It's finally MINE!"

ASKS ARE OPEN!! :D

CURRENT BLOG EVENT: COMING SOON

RULES

pleaaasee no nsfw stuff the mod is a minor!!!

no political stuff this is a roblox ask blog

i dont mind ships but no weird ones

also basic dni

just be normal idk man

INFO

this blog is run by @wravarice! this is my first ask/rp blog and honestly i havent seriously roleplayed since my roblox roleplaying days💔 its ok guys just be patient if you send me an ask or something idk

Greedy!Player/Greed will talk like this!

HATRED WILL TALK LIKE THIS.

actions for the both of them will be written [in brackets]

thoughts for the both of them will be written [the same but italicized]

[☆ ooc: mod will talk like this]

more info + anon list under the cut! [includes context?? for the blog]

CHARACTER(S) INFO

greedy!player is an au where greed wins the battle against the player [and hatred too] somehow, taking control over the player :D greed spares hatred though so they can work together. hatred obviously does not approve but greed still keeps it around [i stole that part about hatred being there too tbh it makes sense]

this idiot greed doesnt even try to pretend to be the player hes just happy to be here lmao

EXTRA INFO

this is very based off of pure is not good [ao3 fic], specifically the first chapter please read it its soooo good........Guys i did originally have a greedy!player idea but i didnt really flesh it out did i mention you should read the aforementioned fic [also i did take that quote from it]

also kind of inspired by @/buildingabetterfuture and the other various block tales ask blogs

dividers by @/anitalenia, @/saradika, and @/omi-resources respectively :D

TAGS

#Ooh, what's this? - asks

#You're all mine! - in character rp stuff

#Crazy? I was crazy once! - they locked me in a room random unrelated in character posts

#☆ ooc :D - random out of character posts

#It's like looking in a mirror! - other greed blogs

#Haha, look, it's you! - other hatred blogs

#How did you... - solitude/fear blogs

ANON LIST

rich anon💰💲💵, Y anon, random/knife anon

Greedy!Player REFERENCE (???)

greeds arms that are coming from the players back are optional BTW

its kind of a wip design but whatever. ignore the bottom right doodle theyre just there too i guess

ill probably make another ref sheet with more effort some other time maybe [also feel free to make fan art of them or your own designs!!]

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

FYODOR LIU XIAO RUSSIAN ROULETTE

oh god hi rai literally how do i even describe this. um. so i started with the generally agreed upon statement that fyodor wld eat liu xiao alive if they ever met which like yes etc. and then i started thinking ab the gambling/russian roulette scene and liu xiao versus fyodor as strategists. the way liu xiao picks apart that dude's strategy to limit the risk of the same with contempt and how he absolutely wld not be able to do that with fyodor. getting nsfw below the cut

so that scene ends with fyodor making lx deepthroat the gun. naturally. shooting it with it down his throat and smiling saying well you enjoy the risk dont you?? reading dostoevskys the gambler rn to fully conceptualize how fyodor feels towards liu xiao but for liu xiao its like. he is usually sub bottoming in that amused way thats like he is still in control and hes entertained. but with fyodor theres genuine helplessness, genuine lack of ability, he is actually at a loss and out of control and i think he is freaking out about this and fyodor is so so amused. this is also just because i have an addiction to fyodor dead doveing people bc i have 3 wips like this.

anyway! there are also incest elements and some hcs about lx's childhood. theres also psychological horror domesticity. for the aforementioned reasons. tianchen may be involved, depends on how long i want to make it.

[notalotgoingonatthisinstant]

Writing tag game

Back from the dead to find this @silvagrey tag, so let's do it!

How many works do you have on AO3?

54. I do have a few over at ff.net that I never transferred over, though.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

420,495 (what).

What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, I've got a few Young Royals in progress, and PJO is always in my drafts. I've also got a Dead Boy Detectives one in the drafts as well. There's a JATP one that I need to finish the last chapter of, I'm fully aware. And I've written for Glee, Stranger Things, and HP, but nothing new for many years.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Like a New Yorker (3,737), Bigger 'n Texas (2,583), Put Me Back Together and Take My Heart (2,362), Half a God (1,943), and Less of a Coward (1,258).

Do you respond to comments?

I used to be so good at responding 🥲🥲 Now I'm lacking. I do read all of them, more than once, and cherish them so much.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Of Hearts Breaking and Thunderstorms, because it's a straight-up breakup fic. The other angsty ones have a slightly more hopeful ending.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I mean, I've written getting-togethers, proposals, weddings, births of children... Most of my fics are happy, even if not 100% all the time, but I like me a good time.

Do you get hate on fics?

I remember one time I got a comment along the lines of "this character would absolutely not do this and it wouldn't go like this", and I thought, okay, just don't read it???, and they deleted it shortly after. So.

Do you write smut?

I do. It's something I've developed as a skill. The first time was soooo awkward and tricky, because I kind of didn't want to read the words I'd just written. But, as I got older, read more, and lived, it got more natural. I still vehemently refuse to use overtly crude language, because I honestly can't read much of it when it's like that.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't think I've ever written one. I rarely read them, because it's hard for them to pique my interest, much less to write one. But you never know. The right combination could come along.

(Side note: back at school, we did a video project where we mashed up one episode of Glee and one of Supernatural - Gleenatural, if you will - and it was a true masterpiece. I played a possessed Sunshine Corazon and sang Telephone in a public bathroom.)

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Well, my fics were part of the AO3 scraping. I've been off here, but I knew the times it happened.

On the other hand, I have taken inspiration in a fic before and planned to shout out the author in my notes, but I ended up publishing the fic during an online class and completely forgot about the shout-out, so it was pretty devastating for that author to see it. They reached out, we talked it out, I apologised till my next generation, updated the fic, it's all good. But yeah, I don't post fics during online classes anymore.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have translated fics. When I first started writing fics, I didn't have the confidence to write in English at the ripe old age of eleven/twelve, so I would write in Portuguese and then translate it from myself - just double the work, really. And I've also translated a Glee fic for a special project (Season Six Glee Fixmas, maybe? I can't find it now, it wasn't on AO3).

I think I recall someone once asking me if they could translate one of my fics, but I can't remember which one and into what language.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

For the aforementioned Glee project, but I don't work really well with other people when it comes to this. I've also tried to co-write a book with my then friends when I was 12-15. Didn't work out well in the end. I'm too controlling and my brain wants to snap when someone tries to give me advice on my writing, even now as a grown-up, so no betas either.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

See, I feel like if I say it, I'll jinx it. I haven't finished this JATP one from 2021, The Great Hope for a Dynasty, and the infamous Put Me Back Together and Take My Heart sequel.

What are your writing strengths?

My particular brand of autism makes it so that I need things to make logical sense. It drives a lot of ideas forward, with me wanting to fill in the gaps or wonder the what-ifs. It tends to lead to an extremely researched fic that has to be plausible, even if just in-universe, but it has to obey those laws. Pretty much all of my fics nowadays receive that sort of praise, which makes me the happiest!

What are your writing weaknesses?

Stems from the same characteristics, such as a fatal flaw. Since everything needs to make sense, many works get tangled up and unfinished because I'm not satisfied. I'm much harder on my own writing nowadays than I was before.

Also, I can't be much bothered with world-building. That's what attracts me to fanfiction - the world is already there, I just have to play with it. I don't write many AUs that are too far from the source material.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I love it! I personally only speak two languages fluently, but I know bits and pieces from others, enough to find trustworthy translations when needed. I don't think I'll meddle with a language I'm completely unfamiliar with. Also, it has to make sense within the fic, and there either has to be the translation somewhere or the context clues are enough, so nobody has to be bothered with translating it on their own.

First fandom you wrote for?

Probably Percy Jackson, on DeviantArt. I believe my HP work came afterwards.

Favourite fic you’ve written?

Well, I'm proud of all the ones I've posted, otherwise they wouldn't see the light of y'all's screens. If I had to choose, maybe from each fandom:

Bigger 'n Texas, because it turned out exactly the way I had pictured the idea in my head.

Put Me Back Together and Take My Heart, because it was the most medical I ever got to be on a fic, and the slowness of the realism killed me, but it paid off.

Down at the Pier, my JATP masterpiece.

I think it's sweet that my favourites seem to be people's favourites as well. I'm also incredibly fond of the DBD one I've got in my drafts. Hope to finish it and let the world enjoy it as well.

[fanaticsnail]

Saying that catharsis and trauma are the same thing when they’re very veeeeeeery different concepts is what they’re talking about I think

Prior ask here

This is my understanding, if you can bear with me for a moment:

'Trauma is when we experience very stressful, frightening or distressing events that are difficult to cope with or out of our control (source)."

"Catharsis is the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions (source)."

Snail's Trauma: pregnancy and childbirth, medical complications, the unspoken 4th trimester, postpartum diagnosis, other issues I'm likely going to contain until I'm ready.

Snail's Cathartic release of aforementioned trauma: "Heartbeats" fic with Trafalgar Law (still a WIP)

That's just my understanding of it, anyway. If you'd prefer I keep it repressed and not express the creativity and use my personal life as a way to educate people who might not have an understanding of it, I understand. To each their own. Might not be a fic for everyone, but it's a fic for me, and it's been really enlightening and reflective writing it.

[brown-little-robin]

WIP asks: Teru in Naritasan, Thad and Bart Roleswap AU, The Five Funky Fresh Stages of the Opposite of Grief

Hiii thanks for the ask!

Teru in Naritasan: this is quite poetic, actually. It's a near-empty document with just "Teru " written in it.

The fic idea is based on a small moment in MP100 where we see Teru wearing a sweater with 『成田山』 (Naritasan) on it. I looked up what that meant and found that Narita is, among other things, popular for its international airport and the long shop-packed street leading up to the largest shrine in the town. But the airport. the airport. *grabs you by the shoulders* TERU HAS A SHIRT FROM AN AIRPORT TOWN. so now I have a cherished headcanon that Teru occasionally hangs out around Naritasan, which is approximately only 3 hours away from Seasoning City by public transportation (I checked). The fic would be a moody, atmospheric piece if I had the skill to pull that off. Unfortunately, every time I enter the fic document, I draw a complete blank. Thus "Teru " very, very alone on the page.

Thad and Bart Roleswap AU: I'll give you a bullet list from the AU document! I'd forgotten about this one; it's pretty good!

Thad isn’t popular at school. He has real trouble forming genuine connections with people, and Bart’s civilian friends mostly adopt him because he’s an idea-haver and he’s actually kinda fun to be around if you can roll with his control freak tendencies.

He’s a people-pleaser and a compulsive liar.

He annoys Wally because he competes with him for the place of Barry Allen’s legacy and he’s insufferably smug and refuses to do anything for Wally.

In Young Justice, he butts heads with both Tim and Kon because he feels like he needs to be the smart awesome leader guy that everyone loves. He and Secret form a messed-up but adorable relationship where she adores him and he, in his own way, slowly begins to genuinely (and platonically) like her.

The Five Funky Fresh Stages of the Opposite of Grief: oh, this is. VERY outdated. I cringe. it's definitely not being written the way I originally conceived of it, if it ever gets written. I'd have to read Kon's solo again and the accompanying Superman media to feel confident approaching their characters. But here's the summary I wrote for it:

Summary: Clark Kent has a baby, and the post-birth shrimp emotions of a father with a newborn remind him that he has ANOTHER BABY. Kon-El, the aforementioned other baby, is NOT happy about Clark’s sudden interest in his life.

everyone ignore that. who said that

[aliasknives]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

omg this is so kind!! I only started posting my writing in like, march, so I only actually have four fics out there right now (and so many wips sitting in my drafts), but I’ll still join as best as I can! everything I mention here is a part of my durgetash collection, all we ever wanted. I’m also working on some dragon age stuff but nothing is anywhere near done yet

I’m probably most proud of sacrament (3.7k), and it’s also the second shortest I’ve written. I truly can’t explain this one better than I did in my endnotes: sometimes you have feelings for your evil coworker and you decide to eat a human heart about it. I’m really proud of it and slowly in the process of writing what I think is basically its sequel.

the first I ever posted was my angsty hurt/comfort (but they’re evil) one-shot, slow hands (6.1k). I named it after the interpol song that is still somehow stuck in my head months later. it’s currently the only from Isoldt’s point of view (although the aforementioned wip is as well). I was so nervous when I posted it but I’m very happy with it!

hunter’s mark (2k) is the shortest, and is my guess as to how on earth bhaalists and banites would make first contact with each other and how that would go. I’m a big fan of the idea of durge having a little bit of an uncanny valley effect on people, so I emphasized that a lot in this one.

and finally, king’s gambit (4.3k) is the one I was posting about under the pseudonym “unethical science fic”. Honestly one of the comments explains it best: it’s two people who both they’re in total control of a situation, and they’re both wrong.

thank you for the ask :) <3

[fandomfluffandfuck]

The anal hook spreader bar art, oh my GOD 🥵 I know it’s probably HTP, but he’s so gorgeous (im feeling Saint Sebastian vibes) I’m seeing him through Steve’s eyes too - he loves stringing his guy up, making him sweat, making him cry, making him push his body to its limits not because he’s a science experiment, but because he wants to prove himself to Steve. To be good for him.

related to this

Ohhh, if you want St. Sebastian vibes for Bucky... we got that:

WIP of Sebastian as Bucky as St. Sebastian

St. Sebastian style Bucky color meme

Art history dad joke

Fan artists really do be keeping us 🤌🏻fed🤌🏻

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts about Steve stringing Bucky up, though--

Steve has never felt so starved in his entire fucking life. There's what feels like the precursor to a deep, dangerous growl curling in the very center of his gut. It's tight. Poised to snap and let the sound out of his mouth. His mouth... God, it's watering.

How could it not?

He doesn't mean to be overly self-congratulatory, but how could his mouth not water at the obscene feast he managed to lay out in front of himself.

Bucky.

Bucky is strung up in the most lovely, erotic way. Using the exposed wooden beams in their ceiling, his arms are extended toward the sky--hands shoulder-width apart--and ensnared in coils of rope. Both decorative and functional. His legs are spread, too, although Steve kicked them apart a little wider than his shoulders. He wanted him exposed. Vulnerable. Ripe for the taking.

And, oh boy, Steve has taken.

Along with his spread arms and legs, Bucky's collared. But it's more than that, too.

God.

It's so much more than that.

Steve licks his lips, then slides his slick bottom lip between his teeth, sinking into it until he feels a sharp, sparkling hit of pain. Fuck. He's been collared and he's been fucked open enough to push in an impressive anal hook. Steve considered attaching the end of fat, unforgiving hook to his collar with another length of rope just because Bucky is so prone to prettily throwing his head back or tanking it forward, chin to chest, when he's overwhelmed with pleasure--Steve knows the sounds of shock to come out of him when he accidentally tugs on the hook all on his own would be absolutely pornographic. But...

He opted not to do that. Not today.

Instead, he's used a long piece of rope to secure the hook tugging at his insides deliciously--so much pressure and so much thickness to clench down on, all the way until his toes curl--to the exposed beam in the ceiling, too. There's just enough slack in the rope for him to squirm and feel the hook push and pull and carve into his sensitive insides but there's not enough slack for him to squirm away from an inescapable pressure. Pressure that is right against his prostate.

It's so good that Bucky's jaw has dropped, and he can't seem to close it. His pink lips are swollen and wet. He's drooling. He's beautiful. Fuck drunk and gorgeous. Obscene. A goddamn fucking picture with his eyelashes fluttering, his eyes never opening and instead shutting tighter as Steve has his way with him.

Steve may be starving, but he's patient, too. He can hold off. He has self-control. He could wait for years to devour Bucky when he has such a golden opportunity to play with him first.

Play. with. him.

Steve's never really seen the point of those feather tipped instruments that always seem to come in "bondage for beginners" sets. Not until now. At least Bucky doesn't need one of those cheap blindfolds that can be found in the aforementioned sets--he's squeezing his eyes shut, overwhelmed. Besides, even if he was watching, watching wouldn't stop him from twitching and jerking and shrieking whenever Steve deviously draaaaags the feather-tipped rod against his skin. He's always been so fucking ticklish. It's coming in handy now.

Bucky started out laughing, and Steve couldn't stop grinning. Wolfish. Maniacal. Whatever you want to call it. His lips pulled back, and his expression was all teeth--it still is now. Sharp and dangerous and reveling in how Bucky dances for him. Bucky isn't laughing anymore. Gasping and begging for it to stop. Tickled pink.

Bucky is moaning, he's mewling, he's crying out, he's gasping, he's begging sincerely.

He can't go anywhere. No. He can't get far. All he can do is squirm and wriggle and twitch in place. He can rise onto his tiptoes with a howl or relax back onto his heels with a gutted groan. His hips can come forward with a sharp jerk, or they can roll back choppily, but either way, he ends up mewling. The anal hook follows him wherever he goes. The rope attaching the hook to the ceiling doesn't change, it tightens or slackens, it puts more or less pressure to his sweet spot. But it doesn't go away. It is relentless.

Steve is relentless. His face hurts from grinning. His throat is raw from cooing at his sweet little sub, dancing for him, singing for him. Each tickle from the feather, or from his fingers, seems to be new to Bucky. He cries out all over again. He shakes. He brings torture upon himself, writhing on the hook stringing him up to the ceiling; which means that Steve can't help but tease him more. More tickling. More touching. Asking Bucky if he thinks he deserves to cum--has he put on enough of a show? Has he been good enough? Should Steve reward him?

Bucky just sobs. His chest heaves, ribs expanding, abs clenching, the muscles in his arms and shoulders twitching, tugging. He can't answer.

Steve asks again, dragging the feathers down his side mercilessly. All the way from his armpit to his hip. He's careful not to drag the feathers over his cock, as tempting as the red, stiff length is. He doesn't want to ruin his new toy with the overflowing arousal from his favorite toy--his submissive. Poor Bucky has been leaking for so long. All the pressure against his prostate! It's practically milking him. Leaving him dripping. He's all wet! Sweat and pre-cum. Glistening.

Bucky screams behind gritted teeth.

Music to Steve's ears.

God.

He's everything.

Steve both needs to make him cum right then and he needs to drag this out and out and out until Bucky can't stand anymore, legs shaking and too weak to hold him up. When Bucky collapses, trusting all his weight to his arms, Steve would take him down. He'd lay him out on the floor. Right here. And he would tug and tug and tug at his hook until Bucky couldn't help but cum. The pressure fucking it right out of him.

Steve's impatience wins... today.

He steps in close, biting at Bucky's throat, his head is tipped back fully, stuck in rapture, burning up, and--

Steve soothes one hand down from his peaked, hard nipple all the way to his cock. Just like that. Petting him. Stroking him.

Bucky half chokes, half whines. Pure, molten desperation.

Steve jerks Bucky off, hard and fast, and Steve feasts--he delights in the way he jerks and convulses and shakes. With a particularly hard bite, he feels the wild tattoo of Bucky's pulse on his lips and answers it with a brutal growl as Bucky finally crumbles.

He orgasms.

Hard.

Shit.

He silently screams. Lips gaping and pink. His knees give completely. Boneless. Steve has to hold him up with an arm bruisingly tight around his waist, teeth still at his throat--the mark will be high and obvious. A claim. Steve is going to get off on that alone, almost as hard as he's about to get off from this whole scene. But what can he say? He's a possessive, sadistic bastard. And Bucky loves him for it.

So, yeah, anal hooks.

[augustedevane]

Character Profile: Adam Saint Byrne

WIP: Away From the Sun

Race: Dhampir 

Age: 100+ (I haven’t determined exactly what year his story will take place in… only that it’s at some point in the 21st century. Adam was born during the Victorian era, but I haven’t determined exactly what year yet.) He isn’t sure of his exact age.

Story:

Adam is the protagonist and POV character of my WIP Away From the Sun. Adam is extremely isolated. Lonely, too, though he won’t admit it to himself. His vampire half emerged when he was around five years old, when he was attacked by a vampire. Dhampirs can live their entire lives without realizing that they have vampire DNA. In dhampirs, vampiric traits tend to emerge during or following a traumatic event, particularly ones that endanger the life of the person. 

Adam does not know who his biological parents are. He was found and adopted by his father, Adam Saint Byrne, Sr. after the attack that caused his latent vampire DNA to activate. Due to the trauma of the aforementioned attack, Adam is terrified of other vampires, and never seeks them out. He prefers to keep humans at arm’s length due to his bloodlust. Due to his age, he has difficulty connecting with people. He looks to be about twenty-eight, but mentally, is far older. He has a cordial relationship with his landlady, Jia, who seems to suspect that he is not human, but tolerates him and asks no questions nonetheless. He works in a bookstore that has a cafe attached. He’s supposed to shelve books, but due to the establishment being chronically understaffed, he often finds himself making lattes, too. To satiate his hunger for blood, he kills a random human and drains their body of blood, as he fears that if he does not do so, that human will be condemned to the fate of being a vampire, which Adam sees as worse than death. He also just doesn’t want to take responsibility should he turn someone… He’s pretty good at compartmentalizing and rationalizing his killing, but sometimes, guilt slips through. He used to move around the country (I think this WIP will take place in a fictional country in Europe), but since meeting Jia, has been able to stay in his hometown for twenty-odd years. He’s bisexual, but cannot bring himself to have sex with anyone, as he fears he will become too excited during the act, lose control, and hurt or kill his partner. At times, he cannot distinguish his bloodlust from carnal lust, and this, too, frightens him. He has tried to date, both people who look his age and those who are older, but his unwillingness to open up and his aversion to sex drive potential partners away. Casual relationships do not satisfy his desire for true connection, so he remains single and mostly friendless, though he has a handful of acquaintances.

Likes:

Music, particularly 80s and 90s rock

Cloudy days and rain

Some human foods. They don’t satiate his hunger at all, but he enjoys the taste and texture of some foods. I haven’t decided exactly which foods are his favorites yet…

Old books, for the nostalgia factor

Baggy clothes

Alchemy

Cooking, though he rarely does this as he has no one to cook for

Dislikes:

Hot and sunny days (he doesn’t burn to ash in the sunlight, but sunburns easily)

Small talk

Strong smells

Eye contact

Mirrors 

Abilities:

Enhanced sense of smell

Night vision

Superior strength, he’s probably about as strong as a human bodybuilder, and would be stronger if he exercised at all

Superior speed

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*rattles metal cup with one penny on it*

Any girlseb wips you can spare sir? Any girlseb?

ok so i have a couple, the only one i've made any tangible progress on has been sitting kind of stale for a while, but it's an AU where seb blackmails mark into having an affair with her

here is a snippet since you asked so nicely

warning for unhinged teenage (18/19) sexual behavior, semi-public masturbation type stuff, and the aforementioned blackmailing agenda

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Seb is sprawled out on the tiled floor of the guest bathroom with the handle of her hairbrush stuffed in her cunt when the doorbell rings. She holds her breath, waiting for one of her parents to pass through the hallway on their way to answer it, but there’s only the sound of her blood thumping against her eardrums.

The doorbell rings again.

“Sabrina!” her mom yells from the backyard, causing Seb to jolt, the hairbrush slipping free from her pussy and clattering loudly onto the floor. “Can you please get the door?”

Seb picks herself up off the floor and takes a quick look in the mirror as she smooths down her dress over her thighs. Seb had never liked wearing dresses—mostly because she didn’t like the way they only seemed to accentuate her round, boyish features—but she’d discovered recently that it was a lot easier to slip away from a social function to masturbate when she didn’t have to worry about things like pants. Or underwear.

The hairbrush gets a quick rinse under the faucet before being tossed carelessly into the cabinet under the sink. Seb hurriedly exits the bathroom and hopes that the pink flush in her cheeks will be written off as something far more innocent than the truth. It is a sunny Saturday afternoon, after all, and whoever is waiting at the door doesn’t need to know that Seb hasn’t set one foot outside all day, instead taking advantage of her parents’ preoccupation with cleaning the house by fucking herself in any room that happens to be uninhabited for the moment.

She lost the ��privilege’ of having a bedroom door when she was fifteen and got caught watching porn. It wasn’t just any run-of-the-mill video either; she might have been a late bloomer when it came to masturbation, but it hadn’t taken Seb long to grow tired of missionary and doggystyle. The trauma of her parents walking in while the woman on Seb’s laptop screen had a dick in her ass and a dildo down her throat was enough to put her off masturbating altogether for the next two weeks.

Seb had ultimately been able to convince her parents that someone at school had sent her the link and that she would never watch something like that of her own volition, but her door still came off the hinges, and even now, there were parental controls on the internet router, forcing Seb to be a little more creative than a typical teenager about procuring spankbank material.

Seb can feel wetness rubbing between her bare thighs as she approaches the front door, and she makes an effort to tug her dress down a little lower. It is a church function, after all. No need to scandalize one of the elderly couples that were slowly taking over the sleepy beachside suburb she’d grown up in.

But when Seb opens the door to let in their first guest, it isn’t a frail old lady standing on her front porch.

Seb gapes openly at the stranger, too taken aback by his towering stature, dark stubble, and strong jawline to do anything more than stare with impropriety. The stranger stares back at her for a moment with a stoic expression and then lifts an eyebrow, looking almost annoyed.

“Is this the wrong house?” the man asks.

Seb shakes her head automatically, not even bothering to ask if he’s there for the barbecue. She moves out of the way to let him inside. “It’s just through there,” she says in a small voice, pointing down the hall toward the kitchen. “The back door is on the right.”

The man starts to move past her, then stops, turning so they’re facing each other with only a few inches between them in the narrow entryway. Seb has to crane her neck to look up at him.

“You’re Bert’s kid, right? Sabrina or something?”

“Seb,” she corrects, feeling her face go hot.

The man frowns. “Seb,” he repeats slowly, like he’s testing out the way it feels in his mouth. “Isn’t that a boy’s name?”

It’s not the first time someone has made that comment to Seb, but coming from this tall, handsome stranger, the words feel like stones settling in the pit of her stomach. She wants to run away and hide, all thoughts of slinking around the church barbecue looking for a suitable prospect amongst the stringy teenage boys to help her lose her virginity gone in an instant.

Seb takes too long to come up with a response. The stranger doesn’t wait for one. He continues on as if they hadn’t spoken at all, strutting down the hallway with his hands in his jean pockets before disappearing around the corner into the kitchen.

It takes Seb over an hour after the rest of the guests arrive to figure out the stranger’s name: Mark Webber. She also learns that he’s moved into a house a few streets down, and that Seb isn’t the only one interested in him. Every middle-aged woman in the church is already in a tizzy over him, gossiping openly at the picnic tables outside about whether he’s single—even though most of the women themselves are not.

Seb is, though. And despite the fact that Mark is clearly a fair bit older than her, he doesn’t actually seem old. Certainly not anywhere close to her parents’ age, and Seb would be surprised if he was over thirty-five, at most.

The boys she’d gone to high school with are starting to seem a lot less tempting, as far as losing her virginity goes.

That’s Seb’s ultimate goal for the summer, the one she’d jotted down in her seldom-used diary as soon as she’d officially come home on her last day of senior year. She’d have been happy to do it even sooner, but Seb had always been shy and not very well-liked at school, and it wasn’t until recently that she’d started to fill out. Most of the boys she was friends with still treated her like a kid sister.

Mark wouldn’t treat her like a sister. And Seb plans to make damn sure he doesn’t treat her like a kid.