#but I need more beta readers

[blackwldcw]

@headlessbutnothopeless asked: ♚ ((Mentioned it in DMs, but I really like the short drabbles of RP events - do you write/post fanfiction at all?))

{Hey! Thank you for sending one of these in <3 I very much enjoy your blog, too, based on what I’ve seen.

And I used to. Unfortunately, not anymore. I’ve been working on a novel unaffiliated with any fandom in my free time, as well as this blog.}

[infinitemilk]

if you want date me you NEED watch haikyuu and freak out with me about kagehina, It's like, the law

[obeymedommc]

Sticker Chart

Obey Me Brothers + Undatebles - Leviathan

18+

In the end you needed to use your pacts to stop the madness that was unleashed from Mammons bragging and truly the only way it stopped was when you promised they could all have a weekend which turned into earning a weekend in order to stop the snowball about Mammons cries of unfairness turning into rivalry between Lucifer and Satan over who could earn it faster. To save face from being ordered around like a common dog by his human Lucifer insisted everyone go back to studying, laying the conversation to rest.. or so you thought...

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He didn't really care that the others were playing along with your silly normie chart... at first. About a month after the reveal Mammon had finally earned his weekend with you. Levi had been preoccupied by a new game drop he was gonna stay up for so he only heard about it afterwards when Mammon wouldn't shut up about it

After the first 10 minutes of bragging he had to put down his switch because he couldn't focus. The next 15 minutes led to a boiling stew of jealousy that would have boiled over had Lucifer not told Mammon to shut up and eat his breakfast (Lucifer has been at this long enough to see that and avoid the inevitable and wet mess that would happen otherwise). After breakfast he paced in his room emitting the same aura of a frenzied shark as he seethed to Henry 2.0.

He paced himself into a metronomic state mentally and physically before he started Operation: Level Up to Chart Status!. He started by sending you a text insisting you come to his room for a watch party that night. The minute he got confirmation he was getting a grocery order for snacks and making a nest fit for leveling up seduction

You could tell something was up from how he texted you, so you set about making him as comfortable as possible. Making your way to your room first, you changed into a hoodie you stole from him a while back and some small shorts forgoing undergarments entirely. You threw your strap in a bag with his collar and orange flavored lube and made your way to his room.

He practically threw the door open and snatched you from the hallway, his tail wrapping firmly around your waist with his arms following after. Your presence grounded him in a way that had the cool stuttering breaths slowing as you rocked him back and forth, and you rubbed his back. When you separated enough so you could walk, you complimented the snack collection and cooed at the blanket fort in front of the TV before flopping down on the blankets.

The twinkle lights he had put up provided enough light for you to see the blood rush to his face when you throw a leg over his and kiss his cheek.

'You did all this for our watch night baby this is so pretty!! You're such a good boy I needed a quiet night and you made it so special!!' You held his face and gave him gentle kisses on the lips as you praised him.

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Leviathans chest felt like he was going to burst from how much warmth and love he saw in your actions, it was almost enough to quell the jealousy that was the catalyst to the night.

'Good enough for a star on my chart?' He slapped a hand over his mouth and hid his face in the pillows he had artfully piled up against his tub.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. This was NOT the plan! He was gonna ask you about it after he had gotten more points ans now his big fat mouth

'No' you said firmly and his mouth dropped open as he gaped at you

'Having a pact with you has made me extremely jealous so a chart isn't good enough. I want you to put them on your monitors so you always see them. But you'll have to earn it tonight. What do you think baby?'

He shivered and his tail pulled you closer to him as he nodded fiercely, breath quickening as his frantic brain processed what you said

'Y-yeah, yeah, want that, wanna earn it, be good for you p-please, be your good boy!' His squirming lead him to rubbing against your thigh and his tail wrapping around your thigh just high enough that you could feel it squeezing past you at the same rate as his hips. Before the heady feeling could take you over you had to focus.

You were really proud of how he had gotten the courage to ask for something he wanted and truly you wanted him to be proud of earning it too. You held his hips down, gripping his soft waist hard enough to bruise the way he likes. You kissed his whines away softly and giggled when he chased after your lips as you pulled away.

'You still have to earn it sweet thing.' You kissed his neck gently and bit down softly

'Y-yeah, earn it, for you, wanna-' he let out a high pitched whine as you put your hand in his pants roughly, grabbing at his dick and giving a gentle squeeze that had his whole body curling around your hand

You kissed his jaw as you saw his desperate eyes take in the smirk that spelled danger for the night ahead of him

'I'm gonna edge you as we watch pretty boy, you're gonna tell me when you're gonna cum, and however many episodes we get through is how many times you have to make me cum before your release.' You kiss him slow and sloppy as you stroke him, smiling when he whines and grabs your hand to ground himself

'What do you say pretty boy? I know it's a hard task but it's nothing my pro gamer can't handle right.'

He nodded, trying to catch his breath as he tried to focus his eyes on your face. 'I c-can, can be your good boy, can do it for you'

'MY good boy' you repeat and kiss his jaw, pressing the remote into his other hand to let him put on the show that would watch his struggle

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Don't steal my shit dude I'm already struggling

[tusks-and-claws]

I just needed this headcanon to exit my brain so it wouldn't keep bouncing around in there, just a lil smut (18+) for ya because like

I just know that Miguel would be the absolute best at making you forget a horrible ex. That asshole hurt you? Miguel is gonna make you forget all about them. He's gonna take his sweet time with you, gonna make sure you feel so good that your brain can only focus on the pleasure. He talks to you the whole time, saying things like "did that fuckup ever make you feel this good?" and "your body was wasted on someone like that" and "I'm not gonna take it for granted. From now on, whenever you think about getting fucked, you're gonna think about me." And after that, how can you possibly think about anyone else? You can't even remember how it felt to be with your ex. But you know it didn't feel like this. Miguel isn't just big, he knows exactly what he's doing. In that moment, you're held by him, body and soul, and he just takes care of you. By the time he's done with you, you're so cockdrunk that your ex's name completely slips your mind.

[muffinlance]

Re-read of Little Zuko Book One: complete

In-Jokes: re-uploaded to my brain

Book Two Outline: (very) rough draft complete

Am I Using This To Procrastinate On My Other Writing Projects: absolutely

[ssilcatt]

a look into sakura-sensei’s past? 👀🌸

[of-fallen-gods-cotl]

As promised, an excerpt from the little pre-fic oneshot I’m writing about Narinder and the Kits :3 there will be one or two more, most likely, but for now, a little gift >:3c

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Shamura crossed his mind most often, their guiding hand on his shoulder and the delicate silks they dressed him in during his youth. He remembered nights spent curled in their lap unable to sleep from sickness, how they would comfort him.

The faintest memory of a song came to mind, and he shoved it away quickly. He did not long for their comforting voice, not now, not ever again. Shamura had betrayed him, they all had.

His thoughts drifted to his sister instead. Heket had been so young when he and Kallamar had found her- still in the transition stage between tadpole and frog. She’d been emaciated, crying from hunger.

Narinder had been the one to decide to take her home. Kallamar had been to worried about the ramifications of having another mouth to feed in wartime.

Shamura had been proud of him for deciding to bring the tadpole home.

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That has been the first excerpt :3c

I have one beta reader already, but if you would like to also beta read for me! Please! God! I am a real bad writer, guys! I will take any help!!

[angelmichelangelo]

decided to reupload some of my old orphaned tmnt fics from way back in 2016 :] warning: they're kind of... not the best but yknow i liked them when i wrote them back then so yeah. maybe someone else will also enjoy them! you can find them here and here!

[azulock]

Also, I saw the whole person using AI on their writing debacle that happened while I was gone. I considered writing something about it but I figure what was important has been said already.

I'll only say one thing: AI will not help make your writing better, it will only make it sound robotic. The only way to get better is to practice writing with purposed and understanding your tools. Cause words are tools, not just the building blocks of a sentence. Have an intention as you write, know the mood and tone you gotta set, and practice using words in a way that will translate that. Fancy words do not good writing make, and AI kinda thinks that lie is the truth. It's also not morally good.

[orcelito]

Actually, it's so nice how much excitement I can give people just by updating my fanfiction... over and over, I'm seeing people express how happy they were that I updated...

It's hard to feel like it matters when you're all alone, head tight with strain, pushing to just Finish That Chapter... and then you're all alone, having finished it, and nothing's truly changed. You just feel wrung out and tired.

But it does change things, actually. All these people across the world, expressing how excited they are to see me update... It wasn't even a very momentous chapter (though the vashwood scene is setting the groundwork for their whole relationship, and is thus very important on an interpersonal scale), but people are still excited, enough so that someone even drew something from it.

Idk. A week later and I'm finally really coming to terms with how much people seem to really love my fic. I'd gone long enough without updating that I'd forgotten. Or maybe I was just scared that people would've lost interest. And maybe some did. I did lose a few subscribers when I updated (I've found that's normal after long periods, from people who are no longer interested in the fandom and such). But the number of people who have said in some way shape or form that they're excited Far exceeds the number of subscriptions I lost.

It's worth it. For them, it's worth it. I've done it before a number of times, and I'll do it again. I'll make sure this story gets finished.

[nalidyne]

Obligatory Cardverse AU hehe.

The Land of Spades have always been reigned by a Matriarchy. The title of Queen of Spades passed from mother to daughter for generations until Queen Elizabeth's premature death.

Princess Arthur is her only heir and at the age of 10 he’s forced to take the throne. The last wish of his mother was for him to be raised and taught like all Queens before him, despite of his gender.

At the dawn of his 25th birthday Queen Arthur still hasn’t find a proper Prince to marry. Kings purpose in Spades is to be strong enough to defend the kingdom and to give the Queen a heiress. By the rules of Spades a Tournament has to be held to find a new King, anyone strong enough to beat the castle Knights in swordfight can partecipate.

The Queen is torn by his responsabilities to find a Prince and not being able to fall in love and have a merry wedding like in the fairytales he used to read.

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Amelia was chosen as Arthur’s chaperone when they were both kids, mainly because of her mother’s work with the royals as a blacksmith.

She’s the only friend the Queen was ever allowed to have and knows all about his worries for the future. Their relationship was always very close growing up, until Amelia stats to crush on Arthur and out of respect for his duty as a Queen decides to leave the castle to find a purpose elsewhere.

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The day of the Tournament finally arrives, many men try to fight for the throne and many fails. Until a mysterious traveler challenges the Queen himself.

Not many knows but Arthur is an excellent swordfighter, probably the best in all Spades.

Intrigued by the person in armor he accepts and fights them, only to be defeated by his childhood friend Amelia now all grown up.

((This was pretty long from my usual stuff sorry;;; I craved buff Prince Amelia x twink Queen Arthur so I made my own. The oufits I drew are extra fancy because I was imagining the coronation scene,,,))

[nestavadavat]

Yo mutuals I just realized I broke up with my beta reader, if someone is down to read the horrors at some point please DM me (regardless of if I know you) and I will give you my discord and we can be besties forevermore

[the-implications]

in case anyone's been wondering just how long ive been thinking about baulkins as a concept...

here is a screenshot of a draft i found from APRIL 29th. which, i suppose, in the grand scheme of things, isn't THAT long, but considering how long ive been in this fandom? i think is almost half of the time ive been here.. LOL

[kris-mage-fics]

An Unlikely Engagement

A little fic I wrote for Shepherds of Haven based on this Tumblr post.

Someone is surprised to find out the kind and friendly Hero of Haven is engaged to the cold and distant Commander Bronwyn. (There is a very, very light spoiler for Chapter 8. So I'm putting the preview and the Ao3 link under the cut.) Edit: I'm sorry I forgot to thank @emeraldgreaves for posting a meme in the discord server that inspired a small part of this! Thanks for the extra inspiration, Em!

“What can I do for you, Finn?” Commander Kyrahlise Niriviel watched the recruit who sat on the other side of her desk shift in their chair. She could almost taste the nervous energy rolling off of the young Mage who’d requested a meeting. About what she wasn’t sure. Apparently Finn hadn’t been forthcoming with Shery when the meeting was set up. 

They shifted again before taking a deep breath. “So I’ve been having a problem – maybe it’s more of a situation – with my…” An unmistakable sharp knock on the office door interrupted them.

“Do you mind if I take this?” Finn shook their head, though they seemed confused. A lot of recruits were surprised by her personable demeanor. She flashed a smile in thanks then projected her voice towards the door. “Yes?”

Blade opened the door before he silently strode into the room, face cool and impassive. His glance quickly moved past the person seated across from her. When his eyes found hers, warmth seeped into his gaze. His voice was tinted with gentleness when he spoke. “Kyrahlise.” The way he said her name was a hidden message of affection for her alone. It never failed to make her feel comfortable, loved, and safe. “There is a matter I need your assistance with. It’s not urgent, but it’s best if we handle it today. Are you free for lunch? My afternoon is spoken for.”

You can find the rest here on Ao3!

[actual-changeling]

still working on that one hurt/comfort fic (it just keeps getting longer and the metaphors are breeding like rabbits send help) and there's just something about having mulder call her by her first name when she isn't responding

he never calls her dana without having a very specific reason for it.

most of the time, it's an expression of panicked concern or an attempt to connect on an emotional level that they usually don't directly acknowledge.

[rewritingcanon]

the amount of times i gotta pull words out of my ass to describe a shooting star when writing this fic: