#1k 10k words

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[n7punk]

i love stardew modders fr

[doltiesconfeitaria1]

#myartwork # viral #palhaitalianadeninho #beauty #1k #5k #10k # love #tiktok #doltiesconfeitaria

[loafofryebread]

neither a morning or night person but a secret third thing (always tired)

[lilyandere]

[making-you-in-spore]

cannot wait to be done writing this story so i can get back to spores

[wisteriagoesvroom]

all of us, merely players

🟠 a carcar oneshot (with background implied landoscarcar, if you squint) ✏️ 2.2k words 🎭 theatre au 🍳rated T for the inherenT homoeroTicism of a workplace Throuple that oscar is trying to deny 🔗 read on ao3

snippet:

Oscar only remembers where Carlos’s hands go, the way they trail on Lando’s waist, for the purposes of stage blocking. Out of pure professional obligation. He is not starstruck by either actor or the way they recite their lines. He does not care that Lando sometimes makes calf eyes at Carlos out of sheer exhilaration from being around the Spanish nepo son. He is not jealous of the strange costar bond that they share. Or the communication they seem to exchange in silence, the rapport they’ve built where there was subtext in a single look. An unsaid cigarette break? in a single gesture, and the two of them would wander off to talk about god knows what gossip and vape flavour of the month. Oscar doesn’t need that distraction. Besides, there wasn’t production budget to hire a cast therapist for Oscar’s particular affliction anyway.

thank you @maaxverstappen for prompting this literally weeks ago, and @jusst-you-race for the once-over!

[litchiteany]

⭐️🌕⭐️⭐️🌕⭐️ ⭐️🌕⭐️

Twilight Dreams💤

✨🌙

In the stillness of night, as respite is due,

I slip into a world where dreams imbue.

Escaping a realm where our love’s torn asunder,

Into a land of mysteries, a peaceful slumber.

Dreadful is the light that pierces my dreams,

As dawn breaks, its harshness gleams.

But in the twilight hours, I hold tight,

To the fading whispers of a dream's flight

A universe of wonders, a sanctuary divine,

Where realities blur and fantasies entwine.

In enchanted moments, possibilities unfurl,

A dance of shadows and light's gentle twirl.

I cling to this refuge, my haven of peace,

Where time suspends and sorrows cease.

For in the realm where dreams hold sway,

I'll linger until the break of day.

JI

04-26-24

[dnffics]

the end of all things

by womanhunt

Rated T, 9.7k words

Tags: Eloping, Established Relationship, Intimacy

Summary:

“We should get married.” The words make Dream choke on the scrambled eggs in his mouth, and George just stares at him blankly as he coughs and takes a drink of his water. And, before he can overthink it, Dream gives in. “Ok, yeah. We should get married,” he nods to himself, reaching out to pull George’s hands apart and link their fingers together. “Did you mean, like, soon? Or?” “I mean, like, today.” George murmurs, eyes still not meeting Dream’s.

[lvllns]

writing my master’s thesis about fucking. dragon age origins. the entire first chapter is about the grey wardens.

[lunar-years]

Relationship: Roy/Jamie/Keeley

Summary: Keeley comes down with a nasty infection. She’s more than capable of taking care of herself, but lucky for her, Roy and Jamie are there to remind her she doesn’t always have to.

Or, Keeley might have scarlet fever and makes Roy and Jamie watch Beth die in Little Women about it

Or, I christen the "Keeley Jones Needs a Hug" tag on Ao3

[nonranghaes]

hand in marriage when cause you are one of the very few writers (as far as ik) who writes (amazing) fluff in a world (site) full of smut. nothing makes me feel warmer when I see a fluff piece written by you. <33

know that anytime i see stuff like this it motivates me to keep writing tbh i love writing fluff i love writing plot i love writing domestic soft things its all my bread n butter and im glad people enjoy it

(obvs no shade to smut writers btw!!! i know fluff and plot-driven stuff isn't for everyone just as much as smut isn't for everyone lol)

[dallonwrites]

THINK i am halfway through this chapter it just Feels Right, though based on what i know needs to happen i feel like the second half will be longer and the first half is 4.5k so like, laugh out loud !

[asukiess]

everyone’s mistake is thinking I have five active WIPs

[no-light-left-on]

how short/long do you like chapters in the fics you read? is there a minimum/maximum word count you look for or does it fluctuate with different stories and the delivery?

[absoloutenonsense]

sunday snippet

It’s been, uh, a while since I’ve written. (Practically 2 months since I’ve actually sat down with the intention of writing. lol yikes) But I had two cups of coffee and wrote this morning!

Thank you @becomeawendybird and @disgruntledkittenface for tagging me (ages ago)! It was so nice to feel included in stuff even when I haven’t been very active recently <3

They walk into the restaurant at 7:02pm, and are promptly guided down a set of stairs into the lower-level party room. 

From the doorway, Harry can see his mum and future stepdad, talking to a couple of younger guys. They all laugh and his mum goes in to give one of them a hug while John clasps the other on the shoulder. That must be John’s son and his new omega boyfriend Harry’s heard them talk so much about. 

Harry takes a deep breath, smoothes out his shirt, and reaches for Louis’ hand, ready to walk in and muscle his way through this weekend.

But Louis doesn’t take his hand. Instead, he grabs onto Harry’s wrist and yanks him in the opposite direction. 

“Lou?” Harry asks, stumbling a bit as he’s pulled. 

Louis doesn’t say anything, just gets to the restroom area and shoves Harry inside one of the private toilets. 

“Ouch,” Harry says, shaking out his wrist. He watches Louis lock the door and whip around with wild eyes and frown lines etched into his face. “Louis, what the fuck? We’re already lat–”

“Will is here,” he says. 

Harry furrows his brows and shakes his head, unsure what that is supposed to mean. “Will…?”

“Will,” Louis says frustratedly. He looks to the door as he adds, “Will. My ex-boyfriend, Will. The alpha who broke up with me after three months because he thought I was too loud and too clingy and too much.” He turns back to Harry to emphasize, “Will!” 

Harry gasps. “Asshole Will?” 

“Asshole Will,” Louis agrees. “Fuck. Fuck.” He reaches up and grabs two fistfuls of his hair. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” Harry steps close, and tries to pull Louis’ hands down from his head, but he’s not budging. “We can ignore him, yeah? It’s just toni–”

“He was hugging your mum,” Louis interrupts. 

Harry shakes his head at first, ready to say that no, that was his future stepdad’s son that he saw – when it clicks.

“William,” Harry says.

“Yes,” Louis says, annoyed, finally pulling his hands down from his hair. “Will is often short for William. Very good, Harold.”

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Tagging @lululawrence @homosociallyyours @allwaswell16 @crinkle-eyed-boo @greenfeelings if y’all have a snippet of something you’d like to share!