#Audie Writes

[prophecyofgray]

writing a third draft is so WEIRD. this is the first time i've ever felt the freedom to really, truly Edit with a capital E. on my second draft, there were plenty of times when i had to be like "okay that's a problem for future me" but now i AM future me, and there is no other future me to defer to. my goal is to use draft 4 solely for polishing and finishing touches, which means that i need to basically make ALL of the remaining changes and fixes on THIS DRAFT and that just goes against every instinct i have. i keep catching myself spending like 20 mins at a time on one paragraph and thinking "we'll fix this later, i shouldn't be doing this right now" and then realizing no, actually, this IS what im supposed to be doing right now. it's so strange

[cinematicgf]

WAIT I can’t get dbf!joel out of my head. He is literally taking over my mind and I CANT TAKE IT. so i was wondering if you could do face sitting with dbf!joel

also, i love your fics!! please keep writing 🫶

thank you so much doll<3

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Timing was almost too perfect, as you watched Joel’s truck pull up, the brooding yet fascinatingly charming man breathless hurrying to your front door. Your dad had left roughly half an hour ago for a shift, which meant that the two of you had more time than usual to fool around. And, although you had been seeing him for the better part of a few months, you still felt a build up of nervousness encasing your arousal as you swung open the door. Joel’s lips were on yours instantaneously, hungry and heavy, a “hey baby” whispered against your mouth, as he slipped a hand around your waist, guiding you to your bedroom. Figures. It shouldn't surprise you as much as it did that he knew the layout of your father, his best friends, house like the back of his hand. Sometimes you forgot the dynamic of the handsome older man and your family. Once the two of you hurriedly undressed each other, lips colliding with each piece of clothing removed, he dropped heavily onto your bed, head hitting the pillow, clearly exhausted by his elongated work week. You, joined him, propped up on one shaky elbow and Joel, laying with his eyes closed, as you raked your delicate fingers through his hair. It was beautiful, enjoying each other’s company. Almost too soon, however, his eyes shot open, starved and lust-filled, finding yours. “Come here, sweetheart.” He pulled on your hips until your knees framed his head, “I want you to ride my face, doll”

Nerves shot through your body, anticipation and arousal ever present at this new proposal, “But Joel… I’ve never—”

“Its okay baby, Ill teach you, just do what feel good, okay sugar”, a calming yet starved tone laced his voice.

“But, what if I—” He cut you off, licking a stripe up your cunt. Your mouth fell open with a silent moan as you clenched around nothing. “mmmm- Joel”

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart”, he murmured into your pussy. His exquisite mouth worked over your clit, kissing and suckling. Your desire grew with every sensation, his tongue working expertly at your hole, rolling up to your clit and back again, hairs of his stache providing further stimulation, as he wrapped his muscular arms around your thighs to bring you closer for a better taste. You filled his senses, your cunt heavy on his tongue and your whines a symphony to his ears. Heavenly. “Fuck, Joel”, the sensation is too much, as you begin to leak onto his chin, moving your hips slightly back and forth, teaching him how you wanted him to use you. Hips setting a pace for his intriguing tongue to fuck you, the coil of arousal in your stomach mastered your now forgotten anxieties. It was truly heaven. With every moan and whine, you could feel his mouth explore a different part of you, as if he were mapping out a journey, reaching parts no one else, not even yourself had discovered. “Ohhh fuck, Joel”, you could feel him smile against your clit, groaning into your pussy a delightful string of incomprehensible pet names and profanities, the vibrations adding an extra layer of pure stimulation. Your repeating wonton cries echo as you fall forward on shaky knees, gripping the headboard, your orgasm ripping free as a fresh wave of your sweet arousal drips into his patiently waiting mouth, running down his chin. You collapse down next to him, spent and thoroughly satisfied, a cocktail of his saliva and your juices coating your cunt, running down your thigh. You taste yourself on his tongue, a recipe for enticing lust, your arousal building once more.

“Holy fuck”, you whine into his mouth, “we gotta do that more often, baby”.

[sadgirlautumn]

Forcing myself to work on my new wip because I haven’t touched it since the other day when I said “watch me stop writing this now because I’ve gotten to the point where I haven’t planned anything” and I did in fact stop writing lol.

[rhobi]

The Audi

Homeplanet: Aodilea (Frontier) Habitat: Temperate Coastal Lifespan: ??? Diet: Mesocarnivore (50-70% meat consumption)

Evolving from ancient oceanic odontocetes off the northwestern coastline of the Frontier supercontinent, the Audi are gentle giants and reknowned for their pride, curiosity, and hospitality. Audi have exceptional hearing and tactile awareness to offset their incredibly poor eyesight that gets worse the older (and larger) they get. They also sport a handsome melon to assist in their own form of echolocation, a frequency too low for the human ear to parse. Species with more delicate hearing have often complained of Audi cities being the one of the most audibly overstimulating experiences due to this rumble being incessantly present.

Audi lack any form of dymorphism, as every individual has the capabilities to become pregnant and induce pregnancy.

More about the Audi life cycle under the cut.

The Audi are (assumedly) the longest-living species of sentient lifeforms in the Laurelai Galaxy. It is difficult to pinpoint age in any Audi due to their complete lack of any calendar system; Audi view time as constantly moving forward instead of cyclically repeating, and age records were never anything of value.

Because of their lack of birth dates, Audi categorize their lives into phases. Their first official phase is childhood, with their lack of an 'infant' category caused by the species having two fetal incubation periods: the first organic and the second synthetic. Audi give birth incredibly prematurely due to their narrow pelvic gap, and, to prevent damage and even death to the parent, birth is induced within a two-to-three month time period. Full fetal growth is achieved at ten to eleven months, with the second incubation period done with the asisstance of advanced medical technology that simulates a natural womb. Due to this technology, Audi's infant mortality rate went from 80% down to 25% with three out of four Audi infants reaching childhood.

The second phase is adulthood. What criteria needs to be met for this phase is up to speculation, as Audi seem keen on keeping that information private. What can be assumed is that it's personal for every Audi, and every Audi reaches adulthood at different times. Height ranges anywhere from 6'8" (203cm) to 9'11" (302cm) on average, with older individuals being on the taller end due to Audi constantly (albeit slowly) growing their entire lives.

The final phase is She, a coveted example of Audi excellence and potential. Reaching the phase of She takes an impossible amount of time and physical growth. Every She, of which there are currently six, has a leadership role, ranging from cultural preservation and the arts to science and engineering, with each She taking a 'mastery' of one of these core values of Audi society. An interesting note is that every She is referred to as 'She', making it difficult for outsiders to deduce which of the six She is being referenced. She cap out the Audi height range at an even 10' (304cm), though why this is considered maximum height or how they suppress growth past this point is still being studied.

[techreviewdaily]

Audi Quattro 1983

The Audi Quattro isn’t just a luxury sports car; it’s a game-changer. It revolutionized the automotive world with its innovative all-wheel-drive system, dominating rally racing and proving that luxury and performance could coexist harmoniously.

Fun Fact: The Quattro’s success in rallying played a pivotal role in making all-wheel drive a mainstream feature in road cars, shaping the future of automotive technology.

[strangeharpy]

Prompted by @sonar-taxlaw in response to this post, here's a little snippet of Cass and AuDy being completely normal:

maintenance as intimacy (AuDy helping cass with their gun, cass helping AuDy with something they can't reach)

Cass sits at the table, alternating between staring balefully at their rifle and the splint on their arm. Their gun was well used during their last job, but the injury Cass sustained makes it nigh-impossible for them to give it the attention it deserves. They know the glaring isn't going to accomplish anything, but they can't help it.

"Mako has prepared dinner," AuDy's toneless, synthesized voice says from Cass's doorway. The words don't make Cass jump, but they do break Cass out of their cycle of glaring.

"What'd he make?" Cass asks.

"Unclear," responds AuDy.

Great.

"I'm not hungry, and I've got stuff to do."

"You require food to heal," AuDy points out.

Cass scoffs. "Yeah, but even you can't tell if what Mako made is food or not."

AuDy lets that subject drop, instead asking, "What's so important that you can't go to the galley?"

"Gotta strip and clean my rifle," Cass replies.

"You should not use your hand in that manner if you want the swelling to go down," AuDy states as if Cass isn't already keenly aware of this fact.

They resist the urge to curl their fingers. "You see my problem, then."

There's a pause. "I am not injured," AuDy says.

"Good thing, too. Even with a discount, I don't think we could afford Cene right now."

AuDy makes a dismissive gesture that Cass has come to associate with irritation. "I possess enough dexterity to strip a rifle. I maintain my shotgun arm with no issues. I can assist with your rifle."

The offer catches Cass off-guard. While they know for a fact AuDy is more than capable of guile, the offer seems straightforward enough.

AuDy takes their silence as assent. They step into Cass's quarters and elbow Cass out of their way. The wheeled stool on which Cass is perched rolls aside with Cass on it until their knee bumps into the table's leg.

It gives AuDy enough room to work, despite the cramped nature of the table and Cass's quarters. Their elbow periodically brushes against Cass's shoulder as they strip down the rifle and clean its components.

Cass watches AuDy work. Their hands are steady and methodical in a way only mechanical limbs can be. Their fingers work quickly, cleaning each part of the rifle with precision. The process takes about a third of the time it would take Cass on a good day.

Once they're done and the rifle is reassembled, AuDy turns towards Cass. AuDy towers over them, but Cass can't find it in themself to be particularly intimidated. Instead, they settle their gaze on the dome of AuDy's head. "Thanks," they finally say.

AuDy is silent for a moment, then they say, "I am the captain. I must ensure the wellbeing of my crew."

Cass almost chokes. AuDy's never expressed that particular sentiment before. It's so out of character that they can't help but splutter, "No you don't."

Again, AuDy is silent. Rather than address the obvious elephant in the room, they say, "You require food. I believe Aria possesses mobility in both of her hands. She can assist you in making something."

Bewildered, Cass can only watch as AuDy turns and strides out of Cass's quarters. What was all that about?

As strange as AuDy's behavior was, Cass has to admit that they're right. They should get something for dinner. They heave a sigh and use their good arm to push themself away from the table. Then they strike out to the galley in search of something to eat.

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أخاف أقرب معاك أكثر و أموت بساعة ألفرقى. 💙

[prophecyofgray]

i am not immune to the trope of "keith voltron can't name things for shit" sorry

[cinematicgf]

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.•⁀➷ welcome to my masterlist<3

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  ♡=fluff  ✦=smut ✧= mature themes

Joel Miller

After Hours-

 ∘* ✧･ﾟ ➼ 18+ ♡✧✦ dom dbf!joel x f!reader

Million Dollar Man

∘* ✧･ﾟ ➼ 18+ ♡✧✦ drabble about a handjob with joel and f!reader

Breaking the Girl

∘* ✧･ﾟ ➼ 18+ ✧✦ dom boyfriends boss joel x f!reader

Suck my Kiss (Breaking the Girl pt. ll)

∘* ✧･ﾟ ➼ coming soon (dom boyfriends boss joel x f!reader)

Javier Pena

Te deseo, cariño

∘* ✧･ﾟ ➼ ♡✧ javier pena (narcos) x call girl!reader

Din Djarin

∘* ✧･ﾟ ➼ coming soon

Lalo Salamanca

∘* ✧･ﾟ ➼ coming soon

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18+ Drabbles

the righteous and the wicked ✦

dom raider!joel x f!reader (oral, m receiving)

soul to squeeze ✦

dbf!joel x f!reader (oral, f receiving)

[sadgirlautumn]

Wrote 2k words tonight 🥳

[iris-honey-bee]

question for the author: who is your favorite cod character??

Hi lovely! Thank you for the question! I def feel like it changes all the time! Right now I’m on a könig kick (as you can see by my current musings) but I am also a certified old man lover so do with that info what you will. Soap and gaz will always have a special place in my heart. I really do love all of them for different reasons !! How about you??

[voltrixz]

I think anytime a guy gets desperate enough to search tha madcom ao3 tags, they should then be compensated with A MILLION FUCKIN DOLLARS. because Jesus Christ.

[movedtodykedvonte]

Spamton and Violence

Something that I keep seeing pop up around the secret bosses is the dialogue you get for how you defeat them and the implications of it. It’s explained best here in this post (link) for the most part.

It mainly focuses on Jevil, but I (of course) wanna talk about Spamton. That post briefly mentions that the most beneficial way to deal with Spamton isn’t with violence, which I think is very interesting. When you initially encounter Spamton, the only way to actually progress with his storyline is without using violence and striking a deal with him. If you do use violence he laments that if you had shown these aggressive signs sooner he would’ve made a different offer with you (snowgrave/weird route) before you are bared from interacting with again in the normal route. This is very interesting to me because despite Spamton being an intense and aggressive person currently, it shows he isn’t necessarily or instinctually violent. 

Spamton of course wants to get revenge but what is best for the characters is not always what they need. In snowgrave, violence ultimately benefits no one despite it being the only way to progress in the route. You traumatize Kris and their friends, very likely kill one of them, genocide the entirety of cyber city and Spamton still doesn’t win in the end. It is the most miserable end of Chapter 2 for everyone. Yes, the route shows just how bad Spamton can get but it also shows how bad you can get and how weird everything is. Hence it also being known as the weird route, the route that is odd or not the normal. Just as we can’t assume we as the soul are usually this cruel, Spamton is not usually this drawn to violence. Manipulation and con artistry? Yeah? But no outright mass murder. That’s weird.

However, in the normal/pacifist for the best ending for Spamton it is wise to spare him. Using no violence other than the act that you requires you to attack his strings. Fighting Spamton in his neo fight is notoriously harder and takes longer than sparing. However when you spare him he becomes grateful, thankful even, following your lead in being merciful/kind and wanting to turn over a new leaf, wanting to actually better himself along with live for the better of others too. Of course, it is most likely said in a moment of mania and questionable sincerity, but it’s undeniably a happier and less foreboding/bitter sentiment in the violence route when he promises to go neo. This all to be noted that Spamton does better and progresses in a more satisfying way when you don’t use violence and get him to engage in violence the least.

As a character, Spamton is geared toward a lack of violence and force and trying to let things filter out in a more natural way. Violence is a way to force fate or break the norm in the UTR universe and thematically fit a character like Jevil, who actively tries to avoid the conventional and be weird. However, for a character like Spamton, who tries to adhere to some preconceived convention in his mind, it goes horribly wrong trying to force anything, including violence. The dealmakers are depicted as the better options compared to the puppet scarf as well, the scarf described as an object that is geared towards fighting/no healing (which most avoid), while the dealmaker boosts almost everything else DEF, MAG and even benefit your party moneywise. 

To me, Spamton goes with what he considers the winning strategy, which is ultimately decided by you.

[audie-writes]

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last updated: 05/10/24

wip. please be patient

[strangeharpy]

It's WIP Wednesday and I'm back at Timeloop AU. I don't THINK I've posted this snippet before.

[motogazer]

Audi Celebrates 1.9 Million Car Deliveries In The Year 2023

Audi, the automotive giant successfully delivered approximately 1.9 million vehicles in 2023, celebrating a monumental year of achievement.