#dev writing

[moraymoth]

ethan with nightmares @5host

 Ethan had laid down to sleep on a cool, quiet night up in his room at his house in California, Foxfield. The whistles of wind haunted and pushed at his windows while a tree nearby rocked, making Ethan quite afraid to just rest by itself. Ethan oftenly had nightmares, despite it all - he was so aghast everytime it happened; it was very believed that it was due to his pitiful anxiety. Whether or not it was due to what happened with Cody was still way up in the air, but it did raise questions to Felix and Justin both; making them heavily concerned for Ethans wellbeing with how quick it happened to worsen.

 Ethans hands gripped the bed below - his body couldn’t decide if it wanted to relax or if it was restless. Ethan wore a gray shirt, similar to Codys, and a pair of gray and black sweatpants with a pair of compression socks. Ethans curly hair was unkempt due to having to shift constantly under the covers just to get the right position to sleep. There was a certain way Ethan had to sleep if he wasn’t without anyone else at the time - not like he would let anyone sleep in the same bed in the first place, maybe sleep on the floor together or rest on the couch, but that was beside the point - Ethans eyes slowly closed themself, finally easing into a gradual rest. Once he was asleep, the sounds did not seem to bother him one bit.

 However, on the other side of things for Ethan was the dreamworld - in which Ethan feared a lot more than the real world, to the point if anything that bothered him so bad he would avoid them for a few days and try and speed off as swiftly as he can. Yes, to say this was majorly weird and questionable was an understatement, but the reason for fearing the dreamworld more than the real world for Ethan was something his friends laughed at occasionally.

 Ethan opened his eyes finally, looking around what was presumably Wolfe manor. He was heavily confused now, looking around a bit. It had been the way things looked many many years ago compared to its recent state now. Ethan went to touch the walls a bit, gliding his hands across the soft brick before he looked to his hand. Fresh paint coated his fingers as he gave a bit of a held breath, slowly lowering his hand. He lifted his head upwards, peering around the area a bit as he stepped throughout the manor's many confusing hallways. It was oddly silent, without the constant noisiness of the other jocks, which scared Ethan because usually the manor was beaming with life due to Felix. Ethan could already tell by this point something would go horribly wrong, searching around - anytime he would be at the end of a hallway he would check each corner as if something would be out to grab and kill him.

 Ethan was sure he would be able to find Wolfe's room in the real world, but with everything being switched to how it used to be around the time he first arrived, it was hard to tell where Felix's room used to be in the first place. Ethan was too frightened to open any unknown door to begin with, the last dream he had was when Cody’s heart stopped and was ripped out of his chest - which only frightened Ethan himself thinking about it. Ethan roamed the halls for what felt like minutes before he approached a door he assumed would be Felix’s with what said on the door labeled, ‘Alphas Den! DO NOT ENTER!! I am SCHEMING’.

 Ethan reached to the door knob slowly, twisting it and pulling it open carefully - his eyebrow raising a bit as he was open into what was Felix’s current room.

 There sat Felix, on his bed - making out with Justin with for some reason Cody right there cheering them on. Ethan’s heart dropped in almost instantly, his breath quickening as he shut the door. He was getting shaky just seeing that, I mean, if they said ‘no homo’ it would still be a really weird thing to do - but why was Cody there cheering them on? Ethan was so scared to open that door once more, gripping the golden knob tightly in his hand. He took a minute before he slowly opened it again just an inch to peak in - and now Felix and Justin were playing… uno? For some reason? That didn’t seem as half bad, but Justin had lipstick all over his face. Why did he have lipstick? Felix didn’t even use makeup, he only ever painted his nails - looking at Felix which had lipstick and eyeshadow on. Despite this being somewhat amusing to a normal human being, Ethan shut the door once more. Ethan could not handle himself right now, his heart felt like it was going to pop out of his chest while his mind rushed.

 In an instant, Ethans eyes shot open - quickly lifting himself out of bed and feeling at his own face, before going to check his hands. Everything seemed normal, at least for now. With the way Ethan had slept, both pillows were on the floor with the sheet halfway off from how much he moved in it. Ethan took a few breaths, trying to regain himself after what occurred. He looked to the doorway slowly, raising an eyebrow slowly as it seemed as if it was already morning. Ethan quickly pulled himself from his bed, pulling on his usual clothes for school - before looking at his spliced letterman. He really did not wish to touch it, looking away, but he knew Felix would think that he was leaving them despite Felix being a homosexual - he grabbed it and pulled it over his shoulders slowly. He zipped it up pretty far before he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his letterman.

 Today was going to be a long day at school, the whole time he had to somehow avoid the the rest of the packe members, which would be extremely hard.

 Throughout the day, anytime Carver and/or Felix would approach Ethan, he would quickly hurry off with his heart pumping and mind eating away at him. Finally, Felix managed to catch up to him,

“Ethan!” Felix called, rushing up behind Ethan who tensed up, his annoyance growing as his brown eyes narrowed. “What’s up with you?! Why must you keep running and avoiding me and Justin!” Felix shouted, his eye twitching. “It’s NOT Packe behavior!” 

 Ethan had to swallow down his fears, shit. What was he to say - he was cornered as he could feel his body tremble and shake, “F-Felix, I-I can’t do this today,” Ethan started, his voice shaking with fear which made Felix’s eyebrows furrow further than they already were. “Y-you were homosexual in my dreams…” Ethan went to hold onto his letterman.

Felix’s jaw dropped, completely lost on the fact that this is why Ethan was avoiding the group, “THAT’S WHY YOU WERE AVOIDING US?!?”

[gertritude]

really good piece on mouthwashing in the washington post today

[penvisions]

he doesn't want to stop.

his hips move against yours with a force that shoves you up the bed with each deep thrust. the hitch of your breath and the clench of you tight around him spurring him on as he grips the back of your knees like a lifeline. the bounce of your free chest, tight nipples catch the morning light streaming in through the blinds and it makes bright spots edge around his stark, vibrant sight.

every whimper, every keen, every guttural sound that he punches from your chest with the drive of his thick cock into your wet heat is a symphony collascing wiht the slaps of his bare skin against yours, the deep huffs of his breath, the slick sound of where you two connect as he grinds into you- pausing only to lower one hand after hooking a knee over his shoulder to the back of your head.

thick fingers tangle into your loose hair, protecting you from the headboard he's got you crowded up against. your own hands scrabble at his sides, nails nipping into the skin of his ribs as you try and hold on to something as he pistons himself at a devastating pace.

'jo-oel!" you choke, voice raspy and slurred as you look up at him through wide eyes, mouth wide open as you feel him pulse.

'tha's right, baby, say my name just- like- that!' each word is spit out with a thrust, heat coiling tight in your middle, flaring out to the very tips of your fingers and making your head spin, your body flutter, your skin sparkle.

you do it again, crying out as the coil snaps. white blinds your view of him as your head flies back and your back arches. he's growling as you tighten around him impossibly so, pulling his own overwhelming release he had been staving off to bring you to yours.

hot spurts coat your insides, spilling out around him where he's pushed as deep as he can get, coating the curls at his base.

'just like that, you did such a good job f'me, baby.' he coos in that delicious voice of his, not bothering to move from where he presses into you. you can only babble in response, not sure of anything but the tangle of skin and limbs that make the two of you up. unsure where he ends and you begin. when he pulls out, you feel the thick, hot stream of him leaking out and keen at the loss.

but he knows. he knows he can't stop now, not when you make the prettiest sounds. he grips the backs of your thighs and spreads them, stretching you open and his dark eyes drink in the sight of you fluttering around nothing, his bottom lip between his teeth as he takes in the sight.

and then he dives in, pulling a shout from your heaving chest as his tongue gathers it all up and licks it back inside.

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[sha-brytols]

cannot be stressed enough the horribly shady way bioware did their damndest to keep the shitty worldstate for veilguard a secret. like there's a reason why during those hype streams there was literally only one person who showed the inquisitor screen and it was an Accident. the guy that leaked the 4 choices thing said himself he thought it was actually abysmal of them to keep it from the public because of how much everyones hype was dependent on certain plot threads being resolved and he felt like it would have been too unfair and dishonest not to tell people. this was less than a month before the game was set to come out btw

[theminecraftbee]

for no reason in particular, i am once again saying that even if the work you're doing is with a content creator you love and on a project you're all passionate about and you trust everyone involved and they would never, say, ghost everyone involved for months leaving you in legal limbo in regards to the ip you've spent the past three years of your life on while everyone is clamoring for a statement or any guidance at all from you...

you should write a fucking contract.

and if someone tells you "we don't need contracts it'll be better that way", run the other direction.

you know. for no reason in particular.

[ava-deb]

MONKEY MAN 2024, dir. Dev Patel

[starmocha]

Boys don’t like sharing their toys, but with me as their fucktoy, they will learn that sharing is caring and teamwork (Zayne, Caleb, and Sylus) makes the dream work (me cumming), or you know what, fuck that shit, and they can compete to see who can get me to cum first, or they can be mean and gang up on me and overstimulate the fuck out of me, like Zayne, why do you have me on your lap, my back to your chest and your cock pressed against my ass, and wait, Caleb, your mouth—ah, don’t suck my nipple so hard—oh, god, Sylus, this is embarrassing, don’t spread my legs like that—Zayne, don’t help him!—wait, ah, Sylus, your mouth feels so good, oh, god, this is all too much, feeling their mouths, hearing such lewd noises, and oh the way Zayne’s cock is teasingly pressed so close while his hand toys with my other nipple and his lips are on my neck leaving little love bites, and fuck, who can think straight when you have three gorgeous men all wanting to see you come undone because of them, and shit, this is absolute madness, especially when you have a hand fetish and voice kink, and oh god, these men have all of the things you like locked down, because Jesus fucking Christ, who just called me their “pretty little slut,” because please say it again, I am absolutely your little whore, you like that, don’t you? You like seeing how wet I can get, like the way I moan from every stroke of Sylus’ tongue, the way Caleb suckles and teases my nipple, and Zayne’s warm mouth marking up my neck, and fuck, they know I am close, they can hear my breathing getting shorter, the way I am whining so pathetically and my hands are grabbing at anything to stay grounded, and fuck, I can’t help but thrust my hips forward, wanting more of Sylus’ expert ministrations, and—mmph!—Caleb’s lips are just so soft against mine, but oh?—Zayne, are you jealous? No? Ah, of course not, we’re sharing, of course, and you just wanted your turn as well, and holy shit, why is it so fucking hot cumming as three men watch you with the most insufferable-looking smirks ever, because they all know this is just the beginning after all, and with three holes and three men, we’re not going to stop with just this little foreplay, but they’re not that mean. Zayne is the first with the aftercare while Sylus sneaks away to prepare a light snack, because we’re all going to need our energy for a long and very intense night, since these are, after all, three young and healthy, virile men, and how sweet, I am absolutely a very generous person who likes taking care of others, so we won’t stop until all three men are satisfied and their cum are inside me where they belong, and when morning comes, of course, it will be Colonel Caleb up first to prepare breakfast, and after being such a good slut for them, I am getting doted on by three powerful men who are absolute simps for me and what the fuck do you guys mean an afternoon delight later—

[jermaobsession]

jerma and poke are such goofballs in the lethal-company-like death lobby

[bunnieswithknives]

Thanks.

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[regal-bones]

White clouds, the wind whistles in the air. Somewhere in this world, someone small is just waking up… Last Sprout: A Seedling of Hope - first look trailer! 🌱 A roguelite adventure, grow plants, master powerful weapons, and fight the swarm of robot enemies that thirst for your blood 🩸

Follow this tag to learn more about Last Sprout 🌱

You can support me on Patreon for £1 and see concept art, assets, and snippets of story for the game!

[cubbihue]

Oh gosh poor guy wasn’t allowed into the human world as a fairy until now, yeah I’d expect seeing humans at his tiny size would freak him out. They aren’t even adults, imagine seeing Cosmo, Wanda, or Peri in their human forms…

(Also this is silly but I have to mention that “fairy” autocorrected to “fart” so at first I wrote “Oh gosh poor guy wasn’t allowed into the human world as a fart until now” lol)

Usually when Timmy saw a child, they were the same height as him!! But now they're much, much bigger. Not to worry!!! Timmy is very quick to adapt to his situation!

..Once he's deduced what sort of situation he's in, that is.

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[rosesrotofficial]

🔪 happy 30k downloads, (killer) chat!! 🩷

the slaughterhouse losers thank you for all your love and support!! we can’t wait to bring you all more Killer Chat! content soon… 👀 and on that note…

help decide the future of Killer Chat!

we heard your cries for more KC! and have some surprises in the works 👀 BUT we would love to expand the KC! verse even further. fill in our survey so we can figure out how to make that happen! <33

[penvisions]

ahem, so here's this

thinkin' about joel jorkin' it this morning. qz era and he's alone in the apartment they hide stuff in but reader barges in all in a huff over some deal that took longer for whatever reason. it's quiet, too quiet and your skin is buzzing with adrenaline and you pause putting down your bag and that's when you spot him, stuffed into a worn armchair with his hand wrapped around his cock. he doesn't look startled or ashamed, if anything he's got that same stern expression he always does, his brow furrowed and his nostrils flare when your eyes meet

and then his stillness is broken when he swallows thickly and his hand tightens around him, no words, no exchange whatsoever and just as you're about to look away, to turn and leave- he pumps himself slowly, letting his eyes rove up and down your body

the twitch of your hand and the swipe of your tongue over your bottom lip and his eyes find yours

"watch me." he commands and you feel the words in your ribs, tight around your lungs and you find yourself kneeling a few feet away from him. the sole audience to the one moment he allows himself to feel, to indulge. and oh, it's such a pretty sight

just as his chest rises with heavy panting breath, plush lips parted with earthshattering moans that he tries to keep quiet, his hand moving fast around himself. the ruddy, leaking head of him peeking at you with every downward caress, does he speak again

"come get a taste." and you do, hands gingerly reaching for his spread knees and you almost jerk away from how hot he feels even through the worn denim. but his eyes keep you locked in place, head leaning down and mouth parting

and then he's painting you with thick ropes of his release, grunting out a sound you want to hear again, it makes you greedy, makes you want. as he watches you with heavy eyes, darker than the night sky outside the window. watches you lick your lips and swallow, he reaches a steady, strong hand out and cups the back of your head, guiding it down and he doesn't have to tell you to lick him clean- you just do it

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[circuseyesofgod-if]

DEMO (prologue) | my substack (for free, non-IF writing), KOFI 🎈🎠 Circus : Eyes of God is a horror interactive fiction story with dark fantastical elements. It is written with an 18+ audience in mind due to heavy themes and topics such as body horror, non consensual use of drugs, swearing, violence, sexual content etc.

The Circus doesn’t come in town often. Never, really. Only when it needs to be fed.

On the outskirts of a decaying town, a mysterious circus arrives overnight. It seductively whispers of never-seen-before acts, and ardently promises healing for those that are desperate enough to bind themselves to the Circus as performers.

That sounds right up your alley, doesn’t it? Well, They know what happened to you as a child, why you keep your face hidden from the world. You remember too, don’t you? The darkness, the shadows, a voice as old as time asking you to follow it, and clawing at your face when you refused.

They think that you have kept your sweet face hidden under those veils for long enough. They will heal you, they will heal your scars. They will let you take the veils off. But They won’t do it out of the kindness of Their heart, no. You must give Them something in return. They want to know—what are you willing to sacrifice for it, for taking your veils off? For healing? For beauty?

You just need to whisper it, and They will give it to you. They will know. Because the Eyes of God are always watching.

Customizable MC (including name, gender, pronouns, sexuality, physical appearance, personality etc).

Create relationships with one of three eclectic characters : one male, one female, one … fish? mermaid? siren? oh, come on!

Hone your contortionist skills to perfection. Remember, you have to put on a good show! Otherwise, They will have to pay you a visit.

Lots of uncanny masks and always-smiling faces, too many mirrors, and … wait, is that guy juggling with an eyeball?

Discover the secret of the Circus and the secret of your childhood incident. Could they be connected?

H̸̬̖͔̮̻͉̪̲̾̌̋̽̿̾̿̕͘E̴̯̥͕̓A̸̡̺̳̮̫̬͊̀̉̑́̈ͅL̷̡̡̛̺̄̈́̽̈́̎̀̋ ̶̢͎̪̘̹̱͊̔́͜Ḫ̷̩̼͚̤͂Ḗ̸̙̰̭̲͖̯̪̝̬̯̉̎̈́A̷̖͙͎̘̱̣͇̱̒̄̅̅͘L̸͔̟̮̣͘ ̸̛̫͎͇͚͚̪͇̞̋͌̆͠͝ͅH̴̛͚́̔̀̕Ẹ̶̣͙̪̖̀͆̅̍̉̋͆̃̚͠A̶̱̙̽̂͐͑̑͜L̴̛̖͌̀̆̈́̓̏̉

THE RINGLEADER — Pharo's face is the first one you see as you step inside the Circus, lit by bright and colorful lights. He doesn't need all that, though. His skin dark, his teeth sharp — it's all gleaming on its own, glitching, barely holding Pharo at the seams. He sees all, he knows all. And his smile gets wider and wider with each secret he learns.

THE BURLESQUE DANCER - Odessa's red lips, with a cigarette between them always, ache with demands every time she opens her mouth. Yet no one is able to keep their eyes off of her when she is on stage, moving like water on land and between thin and hanging fabrics. Odessa doesn't seem keen on talking about anything before the Circus, but she will make sure to get you talking about it soon enough.

THE ATTRACTION - Vesper is the newest addition to the Circus, one that has never been seen before. Or you haven't seen anything like it, at least. Vesper is quiet, almost unnervingly so. The tail and gills and twisted arms with sickly green-grey skin are to make a profitable attraction for sure. Just ... don't ever lift up its tank's lid.

ros details.

[i-can-kazoo]

Pisses me the fuck OFF when a book takes place in the far-off future and humanity has "progressed past the need for religion"

[alimicart]

Wet dogfrin redraw

Poor sopping wet little meow meow