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[arachnoia]

hey… 😭

need ideas for writing and im back! -ish. thanks for waiting for me and please help me decide on what to write. please please choose! thank you ❤️

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need writing ideas pretty pretty please with a cherry on top 😞😞

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sol are you doing okay? we miss you girl

hi nonnie! i’m alive and well I swear! right now, i’m doing pretty good but i’m very very busy with classes and work so i haven’t gotten time to write in forever but please wait for me!!

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help this is so cute ty kira omfg

rediscovered this site and now i'm ⊹₊｡obsessed˚₊⊹

tagging @ominoose @arachnoia @minispidey and anyone else who wants to join ♡

here's the link!

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it’s ok we can change him he’s our lil psycho sugar pookie boo boo bear 🙏🏼

pairing: steven grant x fem! reader x marc spector

summary: inspired by your favorite lana del ray song + stalker/yandere au + "i can't stop thinking how perfect we would be together."

warnings: stalker themes, steven is a bit unhinged, mildly disturbing behaviors, nothing too specific

notes: hello tumblr i live! sorry it's been a long time since i updated, life has been kicking my ass lately and i've been busy job hunting so i can switch careers (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ i lost inspiration mid plot so i rewrote the entire thing that's why it took even longer i'm so sorry. anyways, like and reblog and i'll try and update more later! ♡

wc: 737

you've been working with steven at the museum for quite a while now. still a gift shop-ist and you, a new guide for the ancient greek exhibit. at first steven was jealous how they easily gave away the position of tour guide but when he passed by your group during your first month when donna made him do inventory, he was hooked.

you were smart and passionate, fun and easygoing. plenty of the people you guided had questions to ask that you readily answered, both from adults and children. usually the former are quiet, uninterested in the old history but you had a way to charm people, steven was no exception.

so he made the effort to befriend you. approaching you more until it was you who would seek him out during lunch. on days you were able to leave early, you'd join steven doing inventory because donna got mad at him again for being late.

"you don't have to stick around f'me love, i'm used to it." earthy browns would look at yours through curly bangs, sheepish at having held you back from going home early. "i know i don't... but i want to."

and that was when he has truly fallen in love with you. if you can even call that love. steven was obsessed, he was obsessed with your kindness, with your knowledge. he wanted that all to himself. how can he not when you readily give it when he comes by to ask for your time. you were so nice, so good, so beautiful... he hopes you like what he has planned for you.

he began following you in and out of work, uncaring he loses sleep. not that he gets that many hours in anyways. he followed you for months until he has learned your routine outside your house, after that he learned how to break into your place and get to know you even better in the comforts of your home. he steals a few things, a spoon you used that day, a shirt buried underneath your laundry, a pair of panties from your freshly folded ones... some he returns and others, well let's just say they became a permanent part of his collection of you.

he worships the things you own, treats them like fine china. most of the time that is. he uses them to his pleasure other times, unable to hold back. your smell would linger on the items he'd steal and he'd sniff it until it disappears, replaced by his own. then he'll clean them up (he bought the same laundry detergent just for this case) amd return them. most of them. 

nearly a year into your friendship, steven asked you out for a simple hang out at the park, saying he found a nice spot for a picnic just you and him. unaware of his true intentions, you had agreed.

at first it had gone well, you and steven chatted ans chatted, eating the sandwhiches you had prepared until he handed you a glass of lemonade did it start going downhill. half an hour after your brunch you started feeling sluggish, your mind hazy and muddled. you don't notice steven grinning in joy, knowing that his plans were finally coming into fruition. he had drugged your drink, enough to weaken your muscles for youto go down without a fight and then... light's out. 

oh how long did he wait for this moment.

"oh love, i've wanted you for so long... ever since i passed by your first tour i've been madly in love with you d'you know that? of course you didn't silly me." he circles your weakening body, struggling to stay awake, struggling to hear him. "w-why?" was the only thing your lips were able to get out in your fight to stay conscious, alarm bells ringing in your head at steven's approaching figure.

he grins a cruel, wicked grin when you're finally unable to hold yourself up, lying limply on the blanket he had all but spread out and you looked like a masterpiece to him at that moment. like a fallen angel in your pretty white dress, hair spread out before you like a beautiful halo. like a painting, like art had come to life, you were so, so beautiful. you were gorgeous in his eyes and you always will be. 

"why? well... i can't stop thinking how perfect we would be together."

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its missing my nose piercing but it’s so so cute ! aaa kira imyt I hope you’re doing amazing, love 💕💕💕

tagging @toaffes or anyone else who wants to do it (you can do it if you want to i’m literally not even sure 😭)

tagged by @alethiometry - thank you!!! ❤️

picrew link (making my own post because the last one was getting pretty long ahdgjdfg)

tagging @aeide, @artschoolglasses, @ainulindaelynn, @xinamiguel, @basimibnishaqs if you want!!

[arachnoia]

thank you for the tag @minispidey! although i'm days late to it (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

this one is for a little something i felt inspired to write while i was doing half empty ; half full!

the red string of fate.

tagging some big blogs (i'm shy) because i have very little writer moots as well and i know two of you have already been tagged ╥﹏╥

@ominoose @arachnoia @juneknight @m00nsbaby @melodygatesauthor

[arachnoia]

literally made the last three writing posts half asleep 😭

anyways my friend is bringing me brownies so 🙈🙈

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“profe, please. fuck!”

you muttered, paced around the hallway as you bit your lip. the only thing you could hear being your own footsteps echoing around the hall and the fact it was 7 in the evening made you feel desperate. you were trying to find a way to talk to your genetics professor. people considered him to be one of the rudest professors in nueva york university.

at least, according to ratemyprofessor.

you felt your heart drop a bit as you heard the door open and saw professor o’hara learning there.

he smiled and waved, “please come in, y/l/n.”

you smiled slightly to his greeting and felt your heart beat louder in your ears. of course you were slightly nervous. just reminiscing of your professor holding your shoulder back to remind you to see him after class made your stomach turn. you’ll admit, your professor is cold. not a very nice person. which made your reason of feeling nervous even bigger.

your professor sat at his desk and motioned for you to take a seat in front.

“so, I’ve seen that you’re not doing the best in my class, ms. y/l/n.”

he took off his square glasses and toyed with them in his callused hands, “is everything okay?”

you nodded vigorously and gulped, “of course, sir. what makes you say that? me not doing well in your class?”

he let out a dry laugh as he stood up and sat at the corner of his desk, "you don't pay attention."

you felt your stomach drop at an instant. you couldn't help but feel a bit guilty for taking the occasional 5 minutes to stare at him during his lectures. yes, your professor is so cold, but hes so hot...

and at an instance when you got up, he twirled you around and kissed you softly, to which you responded more passionately. you tugged at his hair, moaning into the kiss as you grind against his clothed crotch, already hard and ready to be let out. he kept his hands at your hips, helping you grind against him more, making him groan breathlessly. he had you sit on his lap as he had you spread open your legs and lift your shirt up a bit where he massaged your plump breasts and tease your nipples.

you felt miguel’s rough fingers slide and tease your pussy, making you cry out in pleasure. the slick and precise motion of his fingers mimicked one of a guitar player.

“fuck, profe- oh shit…”

yes, an affair with your teacher is bad but it felt so good.

miguel stopped once he noticed your wetness and gently positioned you to lay down against the desk. he took off his wife beater and shirt, revealing his gorgeously sculpted upper body. he started to unbuckle his belt, chuckling darkly, “you’re one of my favorite students, nena. that’s for sure…”

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sol’s notes— drabble for now! thank you for your patience, life has been really difficult now and i apologize if this is not to your liking! much luv ❤️‍🔥

(age gap is also a good 10 years…! and reader is an adult. she’s in uni. she’s an adult 😭)

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ooo thank you babeeeee! I j chose from one of my drafts lmfao 😭😭

Miguel let out an exasperated sigh and snarled, “I’m saying that it’s over. Don’t you get it?!”

(anyone can do it, I don’t have any tags!)

and thank you ❤️ @minispidey

Writing Game

AAAAAAAA tysm for the tag @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction !!

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

This one is for the WIP Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy mini series 💅

But it all changed when you met Steven Grant.

(No pressure!) (if you've been tag before its ok ❤️) tags: @minigirl87 @oharaludes @red-hydra @wyldebloom @ominoose @boredzillenial @arachnoia

I dont have a lot of writer moots so shoutout ti my writer moots

[arachnoia]

hi sol i hope uve been okay!!! i miss your writing TT

hi my love, i’ve been okay!

life rn has just been a whole mess with my ex and my classes and shit but I promise i’ll get back to writing!

thank you so much for asking :) ❤️

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wtf fan favorite and guilty pleasure are almost at 1,000 notes i’m actually jumping up n down rn aaaaaa 🥹❤️

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life, school, and work are beating my ass rn guys i’m so sorry I haven’t written anything 😭

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“MI VIDA” got whole dragons butterflies in my stomach 😩

pairing: jake lockley x fem!reader

summary: murder plot au (let's kill this person together) + "tell me what you want me to do and i'll do it, no matter the cost" + how far would you go for love? for the one you love?

warnings: depictions of violence, gun and knife, lots of blood, reader is held hostage, implications of torture

notes: i changed some things on the prompt to work around it and this was originally for a william tell fic but i changed my mind mid writing it and went for jake instead and i feel like it fits a whole lot more (๑•ᴗ•๑) i'm still behind schedule but i'm already working on the next one as we speak so i may upload another tonight! like and reblog folks ♡

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jake can get unhinged sometimes. there's only one thing that sends him flying and it's danger, when it comes to the other boys, he's quick to act and won't hesitate to kill anyome but you? oh their sweet little girlfriend, for you he will take his time, draw out the desths of anyone who dares do you wrong.

for you, he'll bask in the afterglow of getting his knuckles bloody.

there came a time being moon knight was a danger to those around them, to you. just because harrow was dead and ammit was sealed didn't mean his followers stopped. they were still scattered across the globe, some of them people with power and access to a lot of things, weapons and information alike. and what they got their crummy hands on was you. and nothing sets jake off more than you in harm's way.

with a new resolution to save you, jake swears to rip and break off the hands that dared touch even a single hair on your head.

all he sees is red as he kills anyone that gets in the way of him saving you. marc tried to force haha into the backseat but his lust to see them bleed and to rescue you was so strong it's marc that's reeling back from the intensity of it all. steven tried taking some sense to him but it all feel under deaf ears. nothing, and i mean noting, will get between him as his mission: you.

he stabs a man on the side of their neck, using their corpse as a shield from the rain of bullets firing at him before picking up a discarded gun on the ground to fire back. all he felt was an all encompassing, soul consuming rage, the need to save you even stronger as he hears your voice much clearly now, you were close and so was your screams.

it gave him all the more reason to put a hole in the heads of every person he comes across in this base somewhere in guatemala. ammit's worshippers were either crazy or stupid for trying to target khonshu's avatar by getting you. maybe both.

don't they realize how they would have suffered an easier death instead had they not taken you hostage? but this was still mercy for the way he was sending them off to the afterlife in a quick and painless way. the one who he'd savor killing would be the person who had orchestrated your kidnapping.

jake painted the walls and floor red. it stained his clothes and split open the skin of his knuckles as he punched and slashes his way through but it will be all worth it once you're back and safe in his arms. after that, he'll never let anyone else touch you again.

the only thing standing between him and you was this steel door but that wouldn't be the case for long as he pushes the heavy weight open and sees you, strapped to a chair until your wrists and ankles were raw from the squirming you probably did, blood flowed down the side of your head and your lip was bust open.

no words coukd ever describe the look on his face. it was simply pure and unadulterated anger as he finds himself already over the other side of the room with his hand wrapped around the neck of your assaulter. there's only searing hot fury in his eyes and body as his fingers tighthened their hold around his neck.

he didn't kill him, oh no. not yet. he jake will make sure he meets his maker but for now, he needed to tend to you. freeing you from your restraints and into his embrace as he proceeds to kiss you and every injury on your face. there will be hell to pay. jake will make sure of that.

"are you okay, mi vida? did he do anything else to you? i'll kill him. tell me what you want me to do and i'll do it, no matter the cost. te amo mi amor, if there's something he did to you, we'll do to him tenfold okay? we'll kill him, you'll get to end him so he pays for what he did to you and your beautiful face. anything for you, anything."

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I need to ask 🙁

[arachnoia]

guys help I need ideas on what to write next

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HELP ME I JUST REALIZED ALMOST AL MY FAVORITE BLOGS FOLLOWED ME BACK LEMME CRY RQ