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mysweetwritings · 1 year

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the walking dead ↳ season 11c sentence prompts

❝ they don’t have any proof… yet. ❞

❝ stocked with supplies, like you asked. ❞

❝ i need you today. ❞

❝ i’ve heard a lot of stories about when the world fell. there were more dead than the living, and it started to look like the world would go cold. ❞

❝ some people survived by connecting with each other. others gave in to the darkness. ❞

❝ shit is upside down around here. ❞

❝ hope is running low, and the longer we’re out here having these debates, the more our families back home are at risk. ❞

❝ this could get ugly. we need to be ready to help these people if it goes sideways. ❞

❝ right now, we got to play the quiet game. ❞

❝ from the beginning, you’ve seen this place for what it is. ❞

❝ you’ve never stood for bullshit. it’s one of your better qualities. ❞

❝ we’ve made it through a lot by knowing when is good to go. ❞

❝ you’re so stubborn. ❞

❝ not one of my better qualities, but you never seemed to mind. ❞

❝ i told you i shouldn’t have come here. ❞

❝ well, i’m here to save your asses. ❞

❝ it’s hard to trust when anyone can go at any time. but the people who die and the people who go aren’t lost forever. ❞

❝ remembering their voices is how we keep them alive. ❞

❝ you never seemed to have a problem with how i got the job done before. ❞

❝ whatever game you’re playing, i’m very much in it. ❞

❝ i never thanked you for saving me. ❞

❝ what about everyone else here? shouldn’t we stay and help them? ❞

❝ you’d rather run away than stay and fight. ❞

❝ my place is here. ❞

❝ you gave me a second chance to do a whole lot more, so that’s what i’m gonna do. ❞

❝ i’m fairly familiar with guilt’s burden. ❞

❝ i got used to feeling like maybe everything would always be the same. ❞

❝ after all this, why shouldn’t we try for something better? thinking like that actually makes me feel good. maybe we could actually change things. ❞

❝ i want us to be safe. ❞

❝ you just wanted to be alone. i get it. i used to have a spot like this when i wanted to hide and not go home. ❞

❝ i don’t mind being alone. sometimes i like it better, gives you time to think. figure things out, i guess. ❞

❝ i don’t know what i’m doing, but i’m trying really hard. ❞

❝ i wish things were like how you want them to be. that’s the way they should be, but they aren’t. ❞

❝ sometimes i wonder if it takes more courage to live or die. ❞

❝ who we are now, the choices we make now, maybe that’s all that matters. ❞

❝ so you don’t know me, i don’t know you, we’re just… we’re strangers, huh? ❞

❝ can you walk? are you okay? ❞

❝ you sure you don’t want to get some rest? ❞

❝ i used to be married once. well, not legally, but yeah. i guess i don’t really talk about it much anymore. ❞

❝ when we met, there was just this instant connection. ❞

❝ loss is inevitable. it always has been. the only thing we can control is when we say yes. ❞

❝ i’m a liability. always have been. relying on others to survive, counting on their courage due to a dearth of my own. ❞

❝ do you think people are born brave or become it? ❞

❝ i took a gamble, and yes, it didn’t go the way i thought. ❞

❝ i don’t want you to leave. ❞

❝ it’s all such a shit show. ❞

❝ fuck that thinking. it could be better too. it should be. ❞

❝ right now, i’m the biggest threat you have. ❞

❝ there isn’t some kind of ‘justice’ waiting around the corner. ❞

❝ sunlight is supposed to be the best disinfectant, right? ❞

❝ what choice do you have? ❞

❝ it’s not acceptance. it’s survival. ❞

❝ there’s always a path. always a way out. ❞

❝ i’ll show you. you don’t trust me, i get it, but i know a way. ❞

❝ it’s okay. i made my choices and my bed. now i must lie in it. ❞

❝ until i find my people, there is no ‘after.’ ❞

❝ what about the kids? are you really going to deny them their only chance for the kind of life we took for granted? ❞

❝ doesn’t the next generation deserve better than the one before? otherwise, what’s the point?❞

❝ sorry, the lights went out. i thought you were right behind me. ❞

❝ that’s all you’re going to get. a chance. it’s more than you deserve. ❞

❝ i won’t make it out there. ❞

❝ you wanna die quick, or you wanna die screaming? ❞

❝ we’re gonna take back our home and make it right. ❞

❝ are you with me? ❞

❝ i’m with you. ❞

❝ i thought i recognized your footsteps. ❞

❝ you know me a little too well. ❞

❝ didn’t we already say goodbye? ❞

❝ this is your redemption. this is your salvation. ❞

❝ i don’t think i can do that - sit tight. ❞

❝ fear can make us do things that bring shame. could also push us into the light. ❞

❝ it was the worst day of my life. ❞

❝ we’re good. we made it. ❞

❝ came to convince you to do the right thing. ❞

❝ sometimes i think it wasn’t even fair to bring my kid into this world. was i being selfish? ❞

❝ you will always try to make the world better for your kid(s), because of them and for them. that’s hope. ❞

❝ this world is broken, but we don’t have to be. ❞

❝ we have to put our shit aside and work together. ❞

❝ this family, my family, would do anything to protect each other. ❞

❝ you’re thinking about what’s after. it’s a good thing. maybe we could all do a little more of that. ❞

❝ society threw you away. you were desperate and mad. i’ve been there. ❞

❝ i shouldn’t have hurt people. shouldn’t have done a lot of things. ❞

❝ i’m not even supposed to be here. the dead came for me, and yet i smile. war came from me, and yet i smile.❞

❝ yet i smile. i try to, anyway. i try. ❞

❝ i don’t want to live out whatever days i got left in bitterness. you know? ❞

❝ you know it happened to me. i made it all right, yeah? ❞

❝ we’re gonna get you through this. ❞

❝ don’t sweat it. you’ve lost enough. ❞

❝ i’m here, i’m here. ❞

❝ we could do more. ❞

❝ you know, people die. cities fall. things just don’t work out. people tell me they do, but they don’t. ❞

❝ i haven’t given up hope. ❞

❝ people are dying. i can’t just stand by. ❞

❝ i want you to pull your shit together, okay? because i’m still right here, and you’re gonna be fine. ❞

❝ i’m fine, like you promised. ❞

❝ i’ll never love anyone like that again. ❞

❝ i can stop wondering if i can ever forgive you, ‘cause i know now… i can’t. ❞

❝ i don’t want to hate you anymore. i don’t want to hurt like that. ❞

❝ i wouldn’t be the person i am today if i hadn’t met you. ❞

❝ i never thought we’d get back to any of this. i had hope, but we’re all very lucky. ❞

❝ it’s not luck. it’s effort. we have a lot to be proud of. ❞

❝ it’s not like we’re never gonna see each other again. ❞

❝ i’m allowed to be a little sad. ❞

❝ you’re my best friend. ❞

❝ you deserve a happy ending, too. ❞

❝ i think about the dead all the time. and about the living, who i lost. ❞

❝ we get to start over. we’re the ones who live. ❞

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mysweetwritings · 1 year

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gentleness action prompts edit/interpret sender/receiver roles as you see fit

breathe - muse a holds muse b closely to help them wind down after a stressful day/event

stop - muse a holds muse b back from walking back out into the fray

melt - muse a holds muse b’s face gently, drawing circles into their cheeks with their thumbs

acceptance - muse a kisses muse b’s forehead and lingers

redemption - muse a holds muse b’s face together and rests their forehead against them

home - muse a pulls muse b closer until muse b’s face rests in the crook of muse a’s neck

finale - muse a wraps themself around muse b to keep them from harm

classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary

honesty - muse a wipes muse b’s tears away from under their eyes

recovery - muse a rubs muse b’s back repeatedly to help work tension out their body

anxiety - muse a intertwines their fingers with muse b’s to ground themself

repose - muse a languidly slips into muse b’s arms while muse b is lying somewhere

subtlety - muse a gently brushes their hand over folds and wrinkles on muse b’s clothing

intimacy - muse a braids/brushes/works knots out of muse b’s hair

domesticity - muse a rests chin on muse b’s shoulder to read/see what they’re holding

second-nature - muse a runs their hand through muse b’s hair who’s leaning into them from behind

casual - muse a slinks their arms around muse b’s to sit closer

wounded - muse a sways muse b and themself back and forth as a soothing mechanism

care-taking - muse a rubs muse b’s arms repeatedly to get some warm into them

excuses - muse a brushes their thumb lightly against muse b’s rub some dirt/dust/etc away

courting - muse a rests one hand on muse b’s back and holds out the other for muse b to hold to help them climb up/down something

simplicity - muse a playfully runs their finger along the bridge of muse b’s nose in one swift motion

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mysweetwritings · 5 years

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Do you know the story of the Phasianidae? It’s a bird that experiences all of time in one instant. And she sings the song of love and anger and fear and joy and sadness all at once. And this bird when she meets the love of her life is both happy and sad. Happy because she sees that for him it is the beginning, and sad because she knows it is already over.

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mysweetwritings · 6 years

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☾ something wicked this way comes

[ “…by the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes” / iii witches, shakespeare, macbeth ]

– sometimes when the painting just isn’t working you go back to the bones of it. which is what i did for my recent drawlloween digital painting. now i’m happy with it. inspired by the prompts: werewolf + hunters moon + raven from #mabsdrawlloweenclub

instagram: @winterofherdiscontent

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mysweetwritings · 6 years

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☇ carried away

[ “…my love is carried to you by my feet, my bones are wrong sometimes” betrayed by bones, hellogoodbye ]

i’ve always loved the monster in the tale, always wanted to find out more about the villain and what made them rather than the hero, ever since i was a little girl. so it seemed fitting to create for my final drawlloween 2018 painting a tribute to the first monster i ever fell in love with

– inspired by the final prompts from #mabsdrawlloweenclub list: bride + frankenstein / happy halloween, lovelies x

instagram: @winterofherdiscontent

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mysweetwritings · 6 years

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Underworld

persephone!reader X hades!bucky, mythology AU

Summary: Maybe the Underworld isn’t so bad after all– fluff, pups, and post-meeting buck

words: 1.2K

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The underworld hadn’t always home for Y/N, but she loved it more than anything in the universe. Yes, she loved being up on Earth where she worked away her summer days, bringing life to everything she touched, but it wasn’t the same as the relaxing state she found herself living in when down under. Her loves castle was dark and gothic, and the soldiers and hounds that roamed the halls adored the way that life seemed to follow her. She left trails of grass and small sprigs of wildflowers in her foot trails, and ever since she had wed the Dark King, the Underworld had become far less… death-y.

She and the Kings room was her favourite— it is where her love stripped himself of his harsh persona and found himself seeking the warmth she offered. He would curl up in her arms, and listen to her beating heart until the stress of the day melted from his body and deep into the mattress. There were vines covering the walls, dark pomegranate trees lined the hallways and courts and there were light pink and yellow flowers growing in the cracks of the floor.

Y/N had brought life to the Underworld, and Bucky Barnes could have never been happier. So, when he heard her sharp voice ringing through the halls, he assumed something was horribly wrong, and he rushed to her. His heavy cloak billowed behind him— he had just returned from the cold surface world, and his steps barely echoed in the grand halls of which he walked.

The worst ideas fled through his mind— was her mother, Pepper here to try to bring her home once more? Was Tony here under the guise of war? Were his servants pestering her— taking advantage of her while he was absent? Did he no longer strike fear into their hearts?

All of his concerns were diminished, however, when he found Y/N curled up on his throne smiling and barking commands at the hellhounds that surrounded her. She had a half-eaten pomegranate in her hand, and the ginormous dogs of war were mere puppies at her feet. Their long, sharp tails wagged excitedly as she continued to teach them tricks and reward them with the seeds of the fruit.

Of course— if she could manage to tame the Dark King himself, she would be able to tame the hounds of his command.

He hid in the shadows for a while longer, smiling in the shadows as she lifted one of the pups from his mother’s teeth and sat it beside her. The pup only yawned, licked his mother on the nose and began to doze against Y/N, who seemed to melt at the action.

One of the hounds did that howl-speak that Bucky learned that Huskies (a dumb name, he thought) are known for, and the laugh that bubbles from his Queens’ throat is enough to make his knees weak, the wrinkle in her nose enough to make him feel his dead heart beating once more. Once upon a time, he would have cursed himself for his weakness, but now he welcomed it— a true sign that he was completely, and utterly in love.

He stepped out of the shadows then, walking down the center of the grand throne room and smiling at his lover who had just then noticed him. She smiled in return and threw the remaining bit of the fruit to the side to rid them of the dogs who chased it and wrestled for the treat.

She stood, and after wrapping the still-sleeping pup in one of her many cloaks, walked down the steps to her husband. They met in the middle fo the steps, and Y/N used the advantage step to wrap her arms comfortably around his shoulders and pull him closer to her for a sweet, tender kiss.

His lips were warm and inviting against hers, and she could vaguely taste the copper of blood on his tongue— from his meeting, she assumed. She pulled him closer and moaned into his mouth at the taste— a taste she had grown to love over the years.

“The meeting went well, I assume?” She asked, pulling him to the throne and allowing him to sit. He fell against the deceivingly comfortable chair with his legs spread wide— dominating. She stood in front of him, between them and pulled the band that held his hair back at the nape of his neck, allowing his long, thick waves to flow free. Ever since he started courting Y/N, Bucky’s hair had begun to grow exceptionally faster— it was now down the middle fo his shoulder blades. She loved it, and when he visited her during spring and summer, she would often braid it, twining little baby’s breath flowers into it (much to his contempt). She ran her fingers through it, working out some knots and scratching his scalp. He hummed under her touch and rested his forehead against her belly— he swore to himself that her touch was able to quell any headache— no matter how severe.

“Yes, My Love. The treaty with Steve and Samuel is holding. Tony is getting anxious because Pandora is becoming restless. Thank the Gods and stars that you only bring me joy.” He said, hands resting on her hips. He smiled up at her and in a flash, he pulled her to straddle him. She flushed in response to him manhandling her, and the memories of them fucking countless times in this very spot. She shifted her hips playfully and he snarled playfully, smacking her thigh and kissing her sweetly— a contradiction of actions that had her head spinning.

“I’m happy you’re happy with me, My King.” She murmured, her nails scraping the back of his neck in an attempt to further soothe him.

“You make me want to be a better God, Y/N.” He whispered, pulling her even closer to him and adjusting them so that she was able to rest her head on his chest. There was no heart beating, but there was a rush of breath that let on that there were nerves raking his body.

“What is wrong, Bucky?” She asked, resting her chin on his chest and looking up at him. The innocence and concern in her expression stole his breath away. He worried his lower lip between white teeth, and she reached up and pulled his lip from them. She traced it with the most gentle touch, and the blood that he had drawn from the bites coated the pad of her finger. She brought it to her lips and sucked it into her mouth absently. He knew then that the words he would say would grow fruitful.

“I want to bear a child with you.” He rushed heat flooding to his face. She bushed brighter in response, and she tried her hardest to control the way almost all of the flowers and trees in the room bloomed brighter and rustled against an invisible wind. Instead of responding, she crashed her lips to his and hugged him tightly to her, her heart beating against the spot on his chest his own would have.

“Yes. Absolutely.” She gasped between kisses. He chuckled at her eagerness and wrapped his arms tight around her.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” He whispered, beaming a smile up at her and laughing breathlessly.

So, yeah. The Underworld wasn’t all that bad.

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mysweetwritings · 6 years

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🌊🕊self care offerings🍎🐚

Retyping this because i accidentally deleted my first draft…. but here it is!

So i was scrolling and looking up more ways/things to offer my patron Aphrodite. Then suddenly, it hit me.

If we have trouble loving ourselves or completing certain goals/tasks, if we dont have enough energy or motivation for them, why dont we do it for Them instead?

I hope this makes some sort of sense.. at first i was gonna make this post solely for offerings to Aphrodite, but i felt this could go for many of the Gods!!

For example,

Having trouble finding the courage to stand up for yourself/others at times? Do it for Persephone, Artemis, Apollo, Athena, Aphrodite, etc.

Have no energy to apply for a job, or feel like you wont be good enough for one, maybe even no energy to work? Find courage in doing it for Hermes.

Scared to ask out your crush because of some obstacles or that they wont like you back? Do it for Hades.

Dont feel like youre a “good” witch? (no such thing; all witches are great but this is also a remedy for that feeling) Realize that you are, for Hecate or Circe.

Afraid of telling your significant that something they do bothers you? Do it for Hera.

No energy to go out or do anything? Try to do it for Apollo.

Scared to wear that cute outfit, or not feeling too hot about yourself? Love yourself for Aphrodite!

These are only a few examples. If you guys would like me to make separate posts or a masterpost for specific deities, please send me an ask or message me! But i figured this may make it easier to get by.

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mysweetwritings · 6 years

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hades and persephone │p.t 2

not my gif

part 1 part 3

masterlist

pairing: hades!tom holland x persephone!reader

words: 3.4k

warning: SMUT, fingering, oral (male receiving), swearing, teasing kink?

summary: being away from a husband that is the god of hell for six months can sure do things to a goddess of spring.

a/n: this is a part two if my previous fic - hades and persephone, and if any of y'all can spot the myth reference i will love you forever x

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The day had arrived, y/n couldn’t sleep the night before. Her heart was racing and her mind was running with an abundance of thoughts. Zendaya, on the other hand, was seeing red.

She had to let go on the one thing she loved most for half of the year. Zendaya couldn’t despise Tom even more and then he stole y/n right from her grasp. She went to Tom’s brother in the earlier stages of their arrangement to try and change it, but Zeus shut Zendaya down quickly saying that this plan was all y/n’s idea.

“I know you’re upset Daya,” y/n spoke softly as she slowly walked over to Zendaya, who was sitting angrily at the stump of a tree. She said nothing but glared up at y/n, who had know folded her arms. “I won’t be gone forever,” y/n tried to tell her.

“But it feel’s like forever to me,” Zendaya said under her breath as she slowly wilted a few flowers near her. y/n sighed quietly as she placed herself near to Zendaya and softly laid her head on Daya’s shoulder.

“I know what happens to the earth when I am gone Daya,” y/n said sadly as she brushed her hand through the grass underneath her, trying to bring the wilting plant back. Her eyes met Zendaya’s in a moment of sadness.

“I do try y/n,” Zendaya told her desperately. “It’s my job to keep the earth healthy and thriving, do you think I want to plunge the world into complete darkness for six months,” she said as she put her head in her hands.

Quickly, y/n embraced Zendaya in a warm hug, giving her a silent reminder of y/n while she was away. They pulled away from each other, y/n’s eyes met Zendaya’s as she placed her soft hand on Zendaya’s cheek.

“Did you have to fall for Tom?” Zendaya huffed out and she now slumped against the tree. y/n scoffed loudly not knowing whether to scold her or reassure her.

“You of all people should know you don’t choose who you love,” y/n responded as she looked up to the clear blue sky and wondered what the other gods were doing at that moment. Zendaya didn’t respond to y/n but stayed silent giving y/n a sign of acceptance.

“I don’t what it is about you,” Zendaya started as she stared straight at y/n, “but you are not the young innocent flower I once knew.” The way she said it not only broke y/n’s heart but it also made her angry. Zendaya couldn’t lock her up for eternity, she couldn’t shield y/n’s eyes forever.

“I will miss you,” y/n finally spoke up, her attention wavering from Zendaya and the lush surroundings. y/n’s hand travelled over to place itself ontop Zendaya’s and squeezed lightly.

“As will I,” Zendaya squeaked out as if she was afraid that those words would hurt and in a way they did. y/n saw the sun setting over the horizon as Apollo ran in the light and Artemis geared up to drag the moon across the sky, she had to leave.

As if on cue Hermes appeared infront of the two women, his shining glory making Zendaya almost weap.

“Lady Persephone, are you ready for your descent into the underworld?” he asked her politely, he asked her that same question everytime she was needed to accompany her husband. Zendaya got up before y/n did in an attempt to call off the arrangement and spend more time with her companion.

“Could you give another day or two with her Lord Hermes?” Zendaya rushed out as she blocked y/n’s way of passage to the god.

“I am sorry Lady Demeter, but this is what has to be done,” Hermes told her woefully, his eyes not meeting Zendaya’s. y/n got up from her spot under the tree and passed Zendaya’s frantic state. y/n gave her one last hug before she took Hermes’s arms and disappeared from Zendaya’s view.

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Tom had been waiting for this day to come ever since she left for the earth above six months ago. His heart hadn’t stopped pounding against his chest since he woke up this morning.

Currently, though he was dealing with an issue that could have been solved easily if it weren’t for the ignorance of the other gods. Sometime’s Tom considered quitting this whole god of the underworld shit. He had made a pros and cons list a couple of weeks ago, case in point he had a lot of cons. First, the other gods were so egotistical that Tom had trouble figuring out how their necks didn’t snap from the massive heads. Second being the Ruler of Hell doesn’t really get him a lot of street cred with the mortals above. But he did have one pro which seemed to keep him glued to the jet black throne. y/n.

“I say we enlist some other minor god to fill his place,” one god piped up, Tom scoffed at the idea. Like any other god could handle the job Harrison did every day for a millennia or so.

“That sounds utterly stupid,” Ares snarled out, Tom could tell it was him by the way the table shook and the voice almost dripped with anger. “I am getting bored since Thanatos is nowhere to be seen, I can’t kill anyone,” he finished almost sounding sad for once.

“I think my brother should decide since Thanatos was his right-hand man” Tom’s brother; Poseidon spoke rationally pointing to Tom through the mirrored hologram effect. Tom stood from his chair and walked toward the screen.

“I say that we look for Thanatos, he is just simply missing.” Tom told them, “All we need to do is put our lovely godly noggins together and find a way to seek him out,” he finished.

“Lord Hades is right,” Athena said gracefully as her grey eyes burned into her father’s skull. Zeus sighed angrily before looking at Tom.

“You will lead the search brother,” Zeus exclaimed before Tom cut off the signal and threw himself back onto his throne. Even though Harrison was gone from his presence at least his wife would come back to him this evening and just the thought of her brought a smile to his face.

Tom sat in complete silence for two minutes before realising that nothing would be happening for the rest of his day and left his throne room hoping that y/n would be waiting for him in their joint chambers.

As he walked down the halls of his palace, he got a lot of suggestive looks from his maids and guards, others wound up running into their own chambers knowing those loud activities of the king and queen when they reunited with each other.

Tom opened the doors and started to take off more of his unneeded clothing, Jesus they were restraining. The one thing he never thought he would get sick of hearing was the sound of y/n’s bathroom door and the soft padding of her footstep getting closer to him.

“There you are,” her loving voice called out to him, “I was asking everybody where you were,” y/n spoke as Tom swivelled around to spot her letting her flawless hair fall out of the tight braid. Tom couldn’t stop himself from smiling like a flustered schoolboy.

Tom didn’t say anything as he slowly approached his wife, his hands came up to cup her face as he stared deep into her eyes.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he whispered to her as he placed his forehead against her. “You don’t even know.”

“I just think I might,” y/n responded a slight giggle surpassing her lips. Tom tried his best to savour this moment just a little longer but as soon as that damned laughed rolled out of her mouth, he smashed his lips against hers. His hands went from her cheeks to grip at the side of her hips. y/n hummed against Tom’s mouth in approval.

“I got something for you,” Tom spoke as he finally pulled away from her heavenly kiss. He made his way over to the dresser and picked a long black box. He passed it to y/n, who opened it quickly and chocked in surprise. Inside was a necklace made of beautiful crystals and metals that weaved themselves around the jewels reminding her of the vines above.

“It’s gorgeous,” y/n squealed happily as she brought Tom’s face close to her and place her lips on his in a quick moment of passion. “I wish I had brought you something from my gardens on earth,” y/n spoke sadly, disappointed that she didn’t think of something to bring to Tom.

“Don’t worry princess,” Tom laughed softly as he watched y/n walk over to a mirror and place the necklace against her chest. y/n couldn’t seem to get the clasp on and silently asked Tom to help her out.

He happily obliged and fitted the jewellery around y/n’s neck admiring it through the mirror. Her eyes met his through the reflection and an idea sprung into his head.

Tom swept y/n’s hair to the side and started peppering small fluttering kisses across her collarbone, at first it was playful and loving but it became slower and longer. He started biting softly at her smooth skin. Her mousey moans pushing him to keep going.

His rough hands moved underneath the satin material of her robes and quickly started to make work on her breasts. Tom’s hands squeezed and tugged at her chest, eliciting delicate whimpers from y/n infront of him.

“You know the one thing I missed more than that sweet voice of yours,” Tom cooed in her ear as his free hand fell into her lace underwear rubbing gently against her wet folds increasing the noise y/n was making, “your even sweeter cunt,” he said darkly as he bit the lobe of her ears.

Just his breath against her face was enough for y/n to drown her panties but the way his hands were moulding her like putty and his voice muttering absolute sex to her, how could she not almost faint when his long fingers suddenly darted into her hole.

y/n’s head fell into the crook of Tom’s neck as he continued to pump his digits in and out of her. She wasn’t sure what pleased her more, the fact that with just his hands Tom could destroy her in a matter of moments or the fact that he still did it with some much passion and intensity that she fell more in love with him.

He hit a spot inside her that made y/n almost tumble to the ground. Her hands found themselves tugging harshly at the hair near the nape of his neck, Tom groaned in pleasure as he started to finger her faster, now circling her clit with his thumb.

“Holy shit Tom,” Y/n kept chanting through breathless moans. Tom said nothing but smiled wildly as he felt her tight walls close around his finger signalling she was near release.

“Are you going to come, gorgeous girl,” Tom purred in her ear as he continued to rapidly pleasure her. y/n nodded her head vigorously and gripped at Tom’s jet black shirts as she felt the beautiful pit at the bottom of her stomach.

She was just about to release all over his fingers when out of nowhere the pleasure instantly faded and Tom started to walk away from her.

“What the fuck?!” y/n almost screeched at him as she stomped over to him with her arms folded under her chest pushing her cleavage up one full display for Tom’s delight.

“That was just a bit of fun right?” Tom asked as innocently as he could, he wanted to tease y/n until she was begging for him.

This plan, however, did not sit well with y/n, “a bit of fun,” she said almost scarily, it was the first time Tom had seen her like this.

“I was just having a bit of fun with you,” he said again but this time he sounded uncertain within himself, which is the last thing he wanted to portray.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I had a bit of fun with you?” y/n asked him politely as she strutted over to him and started to gently stroke him through the tough material of his pants.

To be truthful, Tom had never seen such vulgarity come out of y/n and he was so aroused he was afraid he was going to cum as soon as she touched him. Tom adored how when y/n was around other people she was happy, bright and most of all innocent, but as soon as Tom and y/n had time alone, a whole another side to her appeared.

“I would like that very much,” Tom responded as he let the weight of y/n body press him up against a table. y/n smirked up at him as she sunk down to her knees and slowly unbuckled his belt and threw his clothes down to let his length spring free.

Her eyes met his as she dragged the point of her tongue from the base of his shaft up to the tip never breaking her gaze on Tom’s. Still, she wanted to make Tom feel the slow release that he had inflicted on y/n earlier. She let his head enter her mouth before removing it with a loud pop.

“If you keep on teasing me, princess,” Tom barely got out as she continued to mess with his head, “You’re going to pay for it,” he finished just before she almost choked on his dick as she took him fully into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she bobs at a slow but steady pace, whatever she couldn’t fit she massaged with her hands.

While she was wrecking Tom with her mouth, Tom threw his head back and gripped the edges of the table tightly. Giving him a mischievous smile, y/n started to move her head faster and her tongue swirled around him. Tom started to seriously damage the wood of the tables as his hands kept clutching on the table until it started to crack underneath his palms.

“Oh my god,” Tom spoke lowly as his eyes once again fell on her, pushing him even further to the edge and it seemed like y/n knew it too as she hummed against this cock as it twitched in her mouth. Just like y/n before, he was just about to cum when she pulled away from Tom and started to strut back to the door. Tom though quickly caught up with her and threw her over his shoulder making a loud giggle fall out of y/n for her robe to become looser against his shoulder.

Tom always treated her like a porcelain doll when it came to sex. He always drifted his fingertips over her skin when they got intimate, he either kissed her lightly or with enough passion to fuel a fire. He always made sure that she was fine and safe when they made love but it this time he almost threw her against the massive bed and crawl on top of her.

y/n tried to wrap her arms around Tom’s neck but he quickly grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the pillows above her, “You keep them there unles you even more punishments, got it,” he snapped at her. y/n said nothing but gulped loudly. Tom didn’t say a word to her as he kept one of his hand around her wrist, while the other one made work of ripping her underwear and robe off her body. y/n couldn’t be more aroused as Tom didn’t wait, didn’t bother giving her small kiss or to caress her hips.

Tom halted all of his movements against her skin, she still did as he told her and kept her arms above her head which was restricting her from looking as to why Tom had left her stark naked and literally dripping on the sheet. Out of nowhere y/n felt the tip of his dick flick over her slick folds making her back arch.

“I think I could get used to this sight,” Tom muttered as he continued to tease her, “look at me y/n,” he told her sharply, y/n change her position underneath him to stare straight into his eyes before he leaned in closer to her so his face was just touching her.

His dick was at the entrance of her core, not moving at all. It was like holding food in front of a starving animal, it was torture to her. “Beg for it,” he whispered his gaze never faltering from her. y/n whispered a squeaky, please. “Not good enough princess,” he told her once again this time going slightly further into her heat.

“Please Tom, please,” she chanted quietly as her breathing got erratic.

“It sounds like you really didn’t want me while you were up there,” Tom sighed as if he was saddened by the statement that left his lips, “You’re starting to hurt my feelings doll,” he told her as his finger started to fiddle with the bundle of nerves that was her clit.

“Oh for christ’s sake Tom, just fuck me already,” y/n snapped at her and with that Tom madly started to pound into her, instantly starting y/n’s dirty moans. Tom couldn’t keep it in himself as his head fell into the crook of her neck, overwhelmed by the feeling of his wife’s perfectly snug walls enclosing his dick as he fucked her.

“Forgot how good you felt around me princess,” Tom murmured against her flesh.

“Ca-can I-oh god please touch you,” y/n asked him through loud screams, Tom nodded and y/n instantly started to pull at his hair and scrape her nails against his back. All that could be heard was the sounds of their bodies colliding with each other and their names bouncing off the walls. Her hands cupped Tom’s cheeks to bring his face to meet her’s. “Please go faster,” y/n pleaded as she felt her release nearing on her. Tom happily did what he was asked and picked up the pace of the rhythm he had established.

Tom started to feel himself getting closer as well, his chest started to tighten as he kept on fucking her so hard that the headboard of the bed started to violently bang against the wall. Not only did her pussy retract around him but y/n’s hands started to gripped hard at his biceps as she felt the beautifully familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her face contorted with pleasure as Tom continued to slam the perfect spot inside of her.

“Come around my dick,” Tom told her harshly as every syllable matched the beat of his skin slamming against hers, “Be a good girl for me,” y/n couldn’t keep it in as she suddenly felt the tidal wave of her orgasm crash over her as she screamed out in pleasure and started to see stars. Close after her Tom started to lose his breath, his pattern got irregular and with a loud grunt, Tom came. His warm salty liquid spilling over y/n’s bare navel before collapsing atop of her.

“It’s great to be back,” y/n laughed as she softly stroked Tom’s red naked back at he attempted to catch his breath. For a god of death, she was going to be the death of him.

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genre: fantasy / sci-fi / new adult setting: alternate universe where the earth is partnered with an unseen sister planet which is populated by fifth dimensional beings known as angels. status: worldbuilding & outlining narrative: first person related: pinterest / novel tag / nano

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Lotte struggles with her perception of the world and the beauty she sees within the finer details around her. She flees the country to study photography in Sweden, accompanied by a strange man who claims to be her guardian angel, and gets tangled up within an intergalactic machination that spans the length of eternity. Influenced by Interstellar (Christopher Nolan), His Dark Materials (Philip Pullman) and the Phantom of the Opera (Andrew Lloyd Webber and Richard Stilgoe); the Angel Peter is an exploration of quantum mechanics, guardian angels, love in its many forms and the beauty of communication. Originally a standalone but possibly (most likely) now a duology.

“Love is the one thing we’re capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space. Maybe we should trust that, even if we can’t yet understand it.” - Interstellar

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« ʟᴏᴛᴛᴇ » ↪ 18 / Copenhagen (Denmark)

An inability to express herself leaves Lotte emotionally stunted and isolated within her own mind. She eventually flees Denmark in desperation, abandoning her family in search of finding the solution to her torments. In becoming involved with a man known only as ‘Peter’, she inadvertently agrees to alter the state of universe and take on some of the wider mysteries of her galaxy. Studying for a degree becomes the least of her worries; she instead finds the weight of several worlds on her shoulders and she has nothing but love to blame for it.

« ᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴀs » ↪ 19 / Helsingborg (Sweden)

In Swedish there exists the untranslatable word ‘livsnjutare’, which roughly means ‘one who loves life deeply’, and it is this word that is affixed to Andreas’ soul. Curious, fascinated, always asking questions; somewhere within the haze of his wild nights and fuzzy morning afters he comes to love both Lotte and Peter as his closest friends. Unfortunately, he unknowingly offers to cut his life short in doing so, but then, if there’s anyone who should be sent to the dark corners of space, perhaps it should be someone who just wants a conversation and nothing more.

« sᴛᴇꜰᴀɴ » ↪ 23 / Umeå (Sweden)

Hard-working, determined, reserved; a lost soul just trying to find some meaning in his life. His focus is and always has been on his work, so he often shrugs off his bright eyed companions in favour of personal pursuits. Though he’s used to the cold and strives to master it, he quietly longs for something else. Buried somewhere within the threads of his past is one of the potential bridges between earth and her sister, if only he knew where to find it, if only he knew anything about it at all.

« ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ » ↪ ?? / ??

Tucked away from third dimensional perception there exists the realm of the angels, beings with unknown origins and an array of questions. They are gifted with limited powers, ranging from foresight to telepathy, shapeshifting to flight. A relatively new soul, Peter makes the ancient journey from his world to earth in search of his ‘human half’ on a whim. He haunts America and the UK before wandering into Denmark and finding a young girl who raises her eyes to his, despite the unending silence between them both. In a bid to keep her from vanishing into the night, as humans so often do, he makes a plea to his district overseers to take physical form on earth; a process rarely executed and seldom successful in achieving its goal.

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It's a Bad, Bad World: Writing Dystopia

becausewrongisinteresting asked: Hi, I love your blog! I’m so glad to have come across it :D So, question! Any tips for writing a dystopian novel?

Well, thanks so much for those kind words! Luckily, we live in a world where we can share information about literature in an open forum such as the Internet. There are, however, the sad fictional universes (and some real places) in which such exchanges are not possible, which brings us to dystopian fiction.

Dystopia (n): a community or society that is in some important way undesirable or frightening. It is the opposite of a utopia.

Dystopian writing can be difficult because you have the task of designing a new society, and the decisions that you make will govern the rest of the story. This requires a good deal of creative energy, so let’s get cracking.

World-Build. Develop your world just like you would develop a fantasy world, or an alien planet in science fiction. It’s best to consider your dystopia as a different world entirely, as opposed to thinking of it as our world with a couple of changes. Here’s a few things to think of when working on that:

Follow chain reactions. Let’s say the main facet of your dystopia is that everyone is assigned a person to spy on and report revolutionary behavior and thought. From that premise, you can determine that people probably don’t trust each other. From there, you might consider how that paradigm works in relation to families, co-workers, classrooms, etc. Asking questions about your world and working through the ramifications of your answers will start to give you a complete vision of your society.

Make choices early. In other words, plan. It’s possible to write a dystopia with little or loose planning, but getting the bulk of it out in advance will be exceptionally helpful. By making choices early, you won’t run into horribly messy editing storms later on once you really know what’s going on. You might find it helpful to build your world first, then build your story.

Who knows it’s a dystopia? Another way to think of this is “How did we get from where society is now to this made up place?” Or even more basically, “What’s the history of this place?” Of course, your world does not have to be derivative of ours or take place in our universe. Developing a firm grasp on your society’s history clues you more into the values of the establishment, and also begins to demonstrate your character’s relationship with society. If your character is aware of our historical period and the lifestyle that the story’s readers enjoy, that character will treat the government and society very differently than a character who only knows the dystopian world. Of course, some, all, or none of that history can go into the draft itself, but creating it for your own purposes will be helpful.

Planning and world-building will create a strong frame for your dystopia in which the rest of the story can thrive. Check out this post for a little more on world-building.

Know your implications. The choices you make will determine the overall message that is coming across through your story. If your characters are overly reliant on technology to the point where it is a fault in that society, that will become an important theme in your story, whether you like it or not. A reader might examine this facet of your story and consider the dystopian atmosphere and blame technology, at least in part, for its existence. For this reason, it’s best to make deliberate choices that you’re comfortable with, or find ways to convince readers of the message you want to show them. At the same time…

Not everything has to be social commentary. You may just want to write a dystopian story because the idea attracts you, not because you have noticed some ill in our society that needs to be addressed. That’s fantastic. Dystopian fiction is a great way to test characters and create excellent stories. Your story might be more character-centered than thematically-centered, which definitely works. Take The Hunger Games, for example, which is primarily about Katniss’ struggles in the Games, but also has undercurrents about our obsession with violence and reality television. Be aware of the social ramifications coming through your story, but don’t feel obligated to make them the point of the story.

Focus on your story. Even though you have this really groovy dystopian setting, your story requires all of the other traditional elements that readers look for. You can’t afford to slight your characters or your plot because of the strength and popularity of the dystopian genre. Having conflict between the character and the government is good, but rounding it out with the characters in relationship to each other will help complete that vision and the story in general.

What can go wrong here? Presumably, in dystopian fiction, pretty much everything is going wrong. How, then, could you create meaningful conflict in such a completely terrible place? Essentially, what events would interrupt the day to day flow of things and make a story out of this terrible place? What would be news there? This line of thinking will help develop your plot. Knowing the day-to-day life of a character in your story is important for background and world-building, but your story probably exists outside of that norm.

Make sure your reader knows the rules. It would be a remarkably sad thing if you developed all of these brilliant aspects of a dystopian story that delivered a worthwhile theme, an interesting setting, and a captivating story, but you did not get the essence of your story across to your reader. It is one thing to plan for yourself, but another thing entirely to show your reader what you’ve planned and pull them into the world. A dystopian setting (in most cases) requires that you express the rules of the world to your reader. These rules express the differences between our world and the world of the story and why those differences MUST BE according to the people in charge in the story. If these rules, clearly defined and uniquely exemplified (and necessarily broken) are missing from the story, you will lose the purpose of it being dystopian. Of course, you can keep secrets as your story requires them, but your reader should know which fears torment your characters. World-building is nothing if it doesn’t help you demonstrate your world to the reader.

Read! This is the best advice we can give anyone about anything. Pick up some dystopian novels. See what you think works and what you think doesn’t, and make your choices based on your taste and your style.

All things considered, writing dystopia requires all of the skills you would need in writing any other genre. The only difference is that you are required to build a world that both convinces and terrifies. Make conscious choices in your setting, be aware of your themes, and treat your characters like characters, and you should be on your way.