#I just wanted to write

[velcrodoesstuffsometimes]

I thought you didn't believe in magic? Pt2

Part 1 here :)

Supervillain was never the type to help others. Not outside their employees, at least, not that any of their employees ask for help anyway. They're all too afraid, so when Villian walks into their office, they are definitely surprised, but more so curious when they spot a small wing figure following closely behind Villian. Hand holding Villians wrist.

"What the hell is that." Supervillian says it for as a statement rather than a question. Villians eyebrows furrow a little before resting again.

"Can we fucking sit down first?" Villian hisses before pulling out a chair for Creature. They pull one out for themself and when both of them are seated, Supervillian urges Villian to speak with a small hand gesture to Creature.

"This is Creature. They might look familiar if you've seen the news, which I know you have. Anyway, I need your help." Villian states bluntly, getting straight to the point to not test Supervillians patients.

"With what exactly?"

"I need a safer place to hide them, or something to draw the medias attention away from them for long enough to find a safer spot. They've been staying with me but now that they've been spotted, I already know they're gonna be on high demand to give to the heros." Villian explains. Creature makes a small high-pitched sound at the mention of the heros.

Villian gives a small glance, Creature has their knees up to their chest and their face hidden in their arms, eyes barely noticeable, long hair covering most of them, and ears turned down. Villian can't help but feel bad, just a little. They know what it's like to stand out. Maybe not as much as Creature though.

Supervillian leans back in their chair and fiddles with a pen in their hand. Villians attention turns back to them.

"A distraction from the media... hm, we both know I'm great at getting on the news. What's in it for me?" Supervillian questions, already thinking about what plans they could play out to take the medias attention.

"Well, what do you want in return?" Villian questions back, raising a brow and leaning back in their chair.

"Hm.." Supervillian tape the pen against their lips, rolling in their chair a little bit, thinking of what they could ask for in return.

They don't really wanna do their paperwork for the month, maybe they could ask villian to do that for them. Or maybe Villian could buy them lunch for a week.

Sulervillian glances at Creature, who is looking at floor near Villians feet, and squints their eyes. Creature is a lot to take in, something so new to Supervillians eye.

Mass media attention or a safe place to stay. Supervillian let's this thought wonder through their head. As much as they'd love to finally let one of their schemes go into action, they're more curious about Creature.

"You're not doing anything to them." Villian states bluntly again, snapping Supervillian out of their thoughts.

"Who said I wanted to?"

"I can see your face. You are not turning them into some test subject."

Creature looks at villian in a panic.

"They've gotta have some kind of magic, no? I mean, look at them, nothing like I've ever seen before. I dont wanna... experiment per say." Supervillian says, tone unreadable.

Creature shrinks back in the chair, eyes wide and full of panick. They quickly glance at villian for some kind of support, only to see them staring at Supervillian, right in the eyes.

"If I help you, in return I want a favor. Of any kind, at any point in time" Supervillian leans forward, elbows resting on the long dark brown desk.

"Not if it involves Creature." Villian says, leaning forward as well, except resting their elbows on their knees. Creature visibly relaxes, but can feel the tension in the room slowly building.

Oh, how badly they just wanted to go back to Villians' house.

"Fine, it won't have anything to do with that magical being of yours." Supervillian states, straightening their posture, villian mimics the act.

"They're not a possession. Or 'magical'." The tone in Villians voice slowly becomes agitated.

"Even with them using magic right in front of you, you still don't believe in it." Supervillian says, a sly smile growing on their face. Villian looks at Creature confused.

Creatures head is fully hidden in their lap, they're slightly shaking and digging their nails into their skin. Around Creature is a faint white colored orb, fully enclosing Creature. It makes them look like they're in a hamster ball a little. The pens and paper that were resting on the desk near Creature were now raised and floating in the air. There was no string, nothing to make those items float the way that they are.

Villians posture straightens. They stare at Creature for a moment longer before turning their attention back to Supervillian.

Supervillian can't keep the annoying grin off their face.

"I thought you didn't believe in magic, Villian?"

[spiderwebsofice]

I’ve liked my best friend for like 3 years, and I’ve been trying to get over it the whole time because I was always told it’s a really bad idea to date your friends? But she’s so amazing and gorgeous and funny and smart and I HAVEN’T GOTTEN OVER HER AND ITS BEEN LIKE 3 YEARS.

So I decided eventually I’d just live with it, cause I don’t want to ‘distance myself from her’ or whatever…

But today I made a tumblr account and stalked her account. And. She had a post about me. And one of the tags was

‘I’m a little gay for her if you couldn’t tell’??!??? HELP??!? Ahahfjdbeuehdhgxg

[lupiinist]

i wish i was more dynamic in writing fanfic, but mostly of my writing mostly comes from how much i'm obsessed with the subject i'm writing about, and sometimes i'm just not obsessed enough

[writingwarden]

Putting on my character playlist and being hit with the most emotionally devastating song combo right off the bat

[whispersofdeceit]

Everything was all too familiar now.

The chirping of the morning birds.

The breeze gently rattling the leaves.

The blue sky overhead, accented by white clouds that drifted along peacefully.

Kyohi had grown accustomed to life in Konoha, had met more people, smiled and laughed with new friends--he felt far more accepted than he thought he had any right to.

He abandoned his mother. That was true. The nagging feeling, the voice Kakashi was now aware of...made sure he wouldn't forget, made sure his guilt was eating away at him.

...There wasn't any time to feel sorry for himself. He was supposed to head out and maybe accept a mission from the Hokage--his father--today.

He stared at his reflection, certainly seeing more and more of Kakashi in himself with each passing day. Taking a deep breath, he tied off his Hitai-ate and left his bedroom, his little issue entering a reprieve of silence.

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

My ex-friend/girl who I had a ✨ [closeted problem thing] ✨ with might be in office rn but I can’t tell and she said hi but I thought she didn’t work here anymore but she might be a different person entirely and ofc I was eating but also she didn’t react when I made a joke (failure) but also is she mad?? Is this some rando I don’t know?? help????

[scftdevil]

beth had been writing all morning. viktor was out. he was busier these days, which left her a lot of time alone during the week. she'd promised herself she'd do some things around the house between writing sprints. while she did her little chores, beth would watch something from when she was younger. she'd finished friends and twin peaks already and was onto the next, the x files. something she remembered watching when she was younger, but it felt like watching it for the first time after so long.

she was engrossed in folding laundry, hardly paying any attention to the show at all until the song played. it wasn't until then that she realized what song it was. she'd only ever heard the original, the french version, on x files when she was younger. if she even had, there seemed to be a collection of episodes she couldn't be certain she saw the first time around. but she was familiar with the english rendition, which had a different tempo and mood to it entirely. beyond the sea. la mer.

every muscle in her body froze, liquid nitrogen racing through her blood stream, pulse roaring in her ears as she was thrust into a memory against her will. cold metal and the constant cacophony of machines. a hospital. no, too dark and grimy to be a hospital. her body ached despite knowing she couldn't feel what he was doing, she was there and not there all the same. drugs.

"shh, i'm fixing you now." the voice came from above her, the painfully glowy light behind his head making it impossible to see any features at all. "you're going to be all better. i promise you. go back to sleep, lizbeth."

lizbeth. oh god, how did he know— her mother was the only one to call her that. lizzy, betty and bethyl, those were the nicknames everyone knew, picked a side and rarely jumped to another name. but lizbeth, that was her mother's nickname. that was the little secret held between the two of them, named after her great grandmother, a name that died when her mother did when she was fifiteen.

just as quickly as she'd fallen into the memory, it was yanked away from her, the soft sounds of the song playing somewhere in the room as he hummed along fading into the background despite how quickly she was tossed back into herself. only it was much later. she was curled up, arms wrapped desperately around her knees as she pressed herself further and further into the corner.

her face was wet and hurt from sobbing, that much echoed in her chest as well. cheeks hot as the residual horror and panic washed away from her. she wasn't able to fully realize anything in her body though, because as soon a the initial shock passed, she saw him.

viktor. his hands pressed into her cheeks, fingers tangled in her hair as she spoke to her, she couldn't quite make out what he was saying but she could feel the love, see the worry across his brow. he was here. he was here and she was safe. she hadn't been crying when she snapped out of it, not until she realized he was there.

it was like she was drowning, something pulling her deeper and deeper under the water. the sea. sobs rolled over her, wave after wave as she threw herself into viktor, falling perfectly into his arms.

@saudadexmses

[heartbreakincident]

nothing but respect for our troops (smut writers) but listen. i dont want to be the person to tell you this, but not every character is going to be a dom or a sub. some people. and i know this is hard to hear. but some people do have vanilla sex. and some of those people might even be The Character.

[arynneva]

wait do people read first person stories and think they're the ones in the story???

Saw people talking about not liking first person, which is fair, but their reasoning was like "I would not do that" and I don't understand that mindset.

First person stories are still about a character. A character making their own decisions. First person isn't about you???? At least I thought it wasn't. What am I missing? I've always seen first person as just a more in-depth look into a character's mind and stricter POV. Not as a reader stand-in.

[sidhewrites]

Being kink positive makes it really hard to be a hater of media rip. I used to love watching “the WORST book I’ve read this year” booktube videos but now its like I hear them ask, “Who is this werewolf smut even for?” Omegaverse fans, next question. “Why would you write this?” Because they find it sexy, can we stop focusing on the ewie yucky kink part and focus on the fact that the author used the word knot five times in a single scene? It’s bad werewolf erotica, but it’s not bad because it’s werewolf erotica like come on

[pixiesbored]

I'm cooking with writer ideas all the time in my brain y'all...

if you could see the stuff in there like a photo gallery museum walkthrough you'd think I was a cool human.

[vulpinesaint]

quiz enjoyers! i am now inviting you to come create something in my workshop❕

[beyourghost]

and obviously you find yourself thinking oh i do wish i could get severed to do this one thing. would you actually maybe not. but you do wish you didn't have to undergo medical procedures you do wish you didn't have to do the things that give you anxiety you do wish you didn't have to do tedious tasks that barely even require you to be present for them. it's tempting. that's why the premise works. but the premise is also that somebody has to do it. somebody has to go to the dentist and somebody has to get on that plane and somebody has to write those thank you notes. just like somebody has to clean the house and somebody has to harvest the food you eat and somebody has to make the clothes you wear. you can't eliminate inconvenience you can only delegate it. you can't eliminate suffering you can only delegate it. and always the easiest way to live with this is to see that somebody as less than. less than you less than people. and if that somebody has to wear your body to do it well maybe it's not all that different. they're not a person. you are. it's capitalism all the way down baby

[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

[pangur-and-grim]

alright, I’m annoyed with the class that I’m taking. it’s about writing novels, and I thought it would have cool stuff about balancing your narrative and developing themes etc, but instead she spent the first class talking about how every book fits into the Hero’s Journey (the monomyth template). and I was somewhat of a contrarian, and said “can you give us examples of books that don’t fit into this template?” and she said “no. because all books fit.”

but I dunno man, I just finished reading this Korean book where the plot is just the character having a string of hookups and reflecting on them without changing in any way. I don’t know if it’s possible to contort that into the Hero’s Journey.

[inbabylontheywept]

i did wrestling in middle school. on one hand, i was actually quite good at it, which was nice. being good at any sport was a new achievement for me. on the other hand, i was bi, and i was trying very hard not to notice that i was bi, and getting folded into knots by very kind, very muscular dorks made that task somewhat difficult.

adding fire to the problem was that my parents and my grandparents wanted to watch my matches, because they were very proud that their Gangly Nerd Son was actually Sporting, and they wanted to cheer me on. which would've been sweet and all, but if there are four people you do not want there during a key part of your Burgeoning Sexual Awakening, it is your mom and your dad and your grandma and your grandpa.

right? i mean, imagine some guy's got your head in his armpit, and you're going you know, old sweat smells bad, but fresh sweat has a sort of and then you make eye contact with your grandpa in the stands and you remember you're swearing spandex so if you pop a boner people aren't just going to be able to see the outline, they're going to be able to count the veins, and the only way you will be able to restore your family's honor after that would be by moving to siberia and renouncing joy, forever. that, or lift your entire body up by your kneck then twist 180 degrees without paralyzing yourself.

it’s a lot of pressure, is what i’m saying.

still it did motivate me to win my matches really fast. because i was so tall and skinny, i was stupidly good at the double leg takedown, and then once someone was knocked down, i'd just do the half nelson and kind of flip em over for the pin. then the ref would count to three and i’d win. EZPZ.

i had one match where that went great. won in the first ten seconds, sat back down, and prepared myself for a good hour or two of doing fuck all. didn't even feel bad the parents/grandparents were gonna be bored. the matches went up from me in 5 pound increments (i was in the 115 lbs division) and it was going great until we got to the 145 lbs division. the other school's wrestler stepped onto the mat, and she turned out to be a girl so our guy flipped, because for straight guys, wrestling a girl is not a pleasant experience.

i'm not entirely unsympathetic. my experience wrestling dudes was definitely a little traumatic. but also, i dealt. guy could've dealt too. instead, he refused to wrestle, and the coach went - fine. not even worth fighting over.

so he went to the 140 pounder, and that guy said, nosir, my mom said mormons can't wrestle girls. next guy down, 135 pounder, now he knew he could pull the same card and thus did. 130 pounder, 125, both tapped out. he got to the 120 guy, and that guy was catholic, but he said he was considering being mormon, and thus would have to pass. as a precaution.

coach blew up a little at that. he said "is there anyone - anyone - on this entire goddamn team that is willing to wrestle a girl?" and then he pointed at me and said "YOU. MAT. GO."

and i'll be real, if i'd been paying more attention, i'd have pulled the mormon card too, but i'd just been putting all that audio into a buffer file because i was reading, so i was halfway across the mat before i even processed what had been said and by then it was too late to turn back.

still i had a plan. and my plan - my beautiful, perfect plan - was to do what i'd always done. tackle, flip, pin, win. sit down. read. bore my family to death. move on.

i got the first part right. she was bigger than me, but she wasn't taller. just an incredibly stout woman. god built me like a snake with glasses, just as he built her like a combat cube. the problem was the half nelson. soon as she was down, i tried hooking my arm under hers from behind and for both genders, the defense for this move is just clamping your arms really fucking tight against your sides. if you're a guy, that's whatever, but if you're a girl - especially if you're god's chosen combat cube - that pins your opponents hand right against your boob.

so, i got the hook in, she clamped, my whole arm pressed against something soft, my coach was yelling THE HALF NELSON. BABYLON! JUST FINISH IT! FINISH THE HALF NELSON! and i was just trying to press hard enough to finish, when then my brain went

...oh.

and i flipped out. of course i flipped out. i like girls, and touching a boob is an elemental experience, and i was not ready. i was not prepared. i had not committed the sacred rites. i recoiled like i'd just brushed my arm against the surface of the sun, stood up, and backed away. nobody in the room knew why i'd given up. all they saw was me, right about to win, suddenly flailing around and scrambling. so everyone started screaming at me to just get the half nelson again, and i couldn't really yell back there's a fuckin' boob in the way and it was very distressing, and the only way i could think of to make them stop was just doing it over again the right way.

so i did.

i hunkered down and prepared myself for Wrasslin' Attempt #2: The Sequel.

i knocked her down again, EZPZ. i went for the half nelson again, but she knew what i was about to do so she super clamped, and i knew she was gonna super clamp, so i wound my arm back like a pop-eye cartoon punch before swinging my arm through the gap between her bicep and her side, but the amount of time i spent winding back super signalled what i was about to to do, which gave her time to clamp even harder, which somehow redirected the entire force of the popeye punch to the bottom of her bra.

it spat out a single boob the same way an action hero might spit out one single tooth after getting a solid crack across the jaw. as if to say:

*ptooie.* "that all you got?"

i did not actually see this. my experience was that first there was an arm, then there was a bit of boob, but i was braced, i was ready, forward at all costs, tatakae motherfuckers, and then the boob went away, and i didn't know where it went but my team, and the audience, and everyone who was in front of me, they all gasped like i just kicked them in the stomach. except for my coach. he was behind me, and thus one of the four people in the room who did not see the boob. now my mom, my dad, my grandma, and my grandpa, they all got flashed but nooooooo, coach thunderbutt was behind me, and he didn't see shit so he was still yelling NOOOOOO BABYLON WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST FINISH THE NELSON! GO FOR THE KILL! BABYLON! BABYLON!

but i did not go for the kill. i stood up and she stuffed her boob back real fast, and we just kind of circled each other awkwardly until time ran out and i won on points. that's not technically allowed, but the ref had some mercy on me.

my coach did not.

i barely had time to sit down before he strode over to the bench to chew me out.

"babylon," he said, in that very calm way people get when they're too pissed to yell. "why didn't you pin?"

and i didn't know how to say well coach, i tried, but there was a boob, and it kept getting in the way, and my mom was watching, and so was my dad, and so was his dad, and his mom, and god (like bible god) and that's a can of worms because i'm pretty sure he was already mad at me, and i'm wearing spandex, and i think i might have to move to siberia, so instead i said

"i uh. i forgot how to do the half nelson."

which is actually impossible. forgetting how to do the half nelson is like forgetting how to swallow your spit.

and he looked at me, like i was the dumbest person in the entire world, and i looked through him like i'd just survived my 250th day in a trench at verdun, and he said: fine.

fine.

but we're all going to practice it for an hour tomorrow because you forgot.

and then he left.

and my buddies had the gall to be salty about it. i got so many comments saying "dude, why didn't you just tell him the truth?" and i said "you can if you care so damn much. you could've wrestled the girl too. maybe someone else should do the hard thing today."

but they didn't. so the next day, we did an hour of half nelson drills, and i spent a decent amount of time getting thrown around the mat, and it was pleasant in exactly the way that i hated and the year after that, to the surprise of everyone but myself, i quit wrestling and joined the trivia team.

and if you want more reasons to love my mom, my grandpa joked after the match that i might have to talk to my bishop about it, and my mom told him he would be allowed to make jokes after he stood in front of a crowd of 110 people in spandex underpants while wrestling a woman that was not his wife.

he paused for almost five seconds after that. then he said: aw. hell. sorry babylon.

and i'd have preferred my apology from god, but getting it from him was pretty good too.