#future chapter

[j0kers-light]

Oh this next chapter outline is 😮‍💨! Chaos is coming back with a bang! 🖤✨

[cypherthesilliest]

Admitting to you <3

(Tap 4 better quality!)

Everytime I look at this I take it in a be like “Damn did I make this?” Cuz DANG. THE LINES? THE COLORING? THE LIGHTING AND SHADING? THE BACKGROUND? I COOKED.

I didn’t cook with those pillars tho 😭💥

👀

[battlemaiden13]

Are you planning another quiet chapter? Something where the reader can take a break from what's going on in her life. I have one idea that might be interesting as a distraction from problems.

What if a little fight broke out in the skeleton house over who's the best at making desserts? Between Blue and Edgy (and maybe someone else who can bake well-?).

It would be interesting to see them fighting for this title :P

THIS IS JUST A LIGHT SUGGESTION! If you already have a lot of things planned and everything is sorted out, ignore it! I just thought I'd throw out an idea :v

So I love this and am defiantly going to write it. It's such a cute idea and I already have an ending in mind I do have lots of things planned but this is going in!

[flashypunches]

love writing characters who have weird conceptions about love. little bit for the sixth chapter of "picky eater (stop your whining)" below the cut

Evbo has known nothing but fear. It is impossible for him to discern a memory where he is not tense from caution, where he does not have to resist the urge to turn his head and watch for any warning signs of hurt. 

Fear is synonymous with love, as far as he is concerned. It is his aversion to starvation that makes his thoughts become consumed by desire of that bleeding, beating flesh in between his teeth. He wishes for fullness, for warmth, and so he ranks up. 

Does he really love his friend anymore, can he really claim to want them if he cannot be afraid of them any longer? Evbo cannot cower behind their stature after he has witnessed their ruining by Seawatt’s hand and chain. He finds himself unable to tremble in terror, to have his heart seized and wrapped by nerves, not when he has already seen what they look like when weak, fragile, taken apart for any to see.

Is that so wrong? Evbo cannot understand why it would be. Respect is a thing that relationships demand, he has learned, so this is a part of it too. And what is respect if not bowing and practically kissing at one's feet from a wariness of commands for chains of one-block jumps. What is respect, if not yes sirs and obeying someone's every order?

Evbo finds that he does not know.

[primalbeatsourhearts]

The Call of the Moon

While I may not be posting any content on my version of Wild just yet, I figured you might like a small little snippet of a future oneshot! Just so u can get a little taste of what to expect!

It’ll be a while before this is fully published, since this will be happening later on in the overarching storyline! But it can give you some ideas for the plans and changes I have for Wild.

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR TOTK

Wild has gone through the entirity of botw and totk! Mostly follows canon lore, but there are a lot of changes as well to fit my story! But still, spoilers ahead. Read at your own risk!

This excerpt is based off of @kikker-oma ‘s newest comic linked here !! Plz go check it out, it’s amazing!!!

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Wild snarled at the imposters before him, kicking and thrashing as he desperately tried to launch himself out of their grip. Yet, Sky’s imposter held firm. This wasn’t them, of course it wasn’t them. 

It never was. No. It was one of the Demon King’s many hallucinations that he loves to plague Wild with. 

“Doesn’t it awaken memories? Memories of our time here?”

He could still feel that anger as he realized he was hunting for the wrong Zelda the entire time. That the real one sacrificed everything for him and he couldn’t even-

Wild tried kicking out, but still bound harshly by Sky’s legs. Barely able to move as the other desperately held on as though Wild was some wild horse. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold him ‘Rule, get that medicine down!”

“They aren’t your brothers, can’t you see it?” 

Of course he could. He could see the way their hands clearly reached to grab him like the Gloom Hands. See the way his eyes glowed that eerie yellow. The flickers of red underneath their fake worried faces. 

Why would they be worried for him, why are they still pretending? They have him, they have him and he’s not going to get out this time. He’s not going to be able to leave, the King won. He finally won, Wild was going to die but even worse, he was going to die alone. 

Were they gone too? His past selves? Did they sacrifice themselves like Zelda did? Or were they ever actually real, and he was once again trapped. Deep within the depths where he and the Demon King are still fighting. 

The Malice burned within him, his hands itching to tear something apart. It pulsated and stretched beneath his skin. The gloom felt like acid through his veins, it felt as though it was coming alive again, as though it died in the first place. 

He wanted to go home. He wanted the wolves. He wanted Twilight, and the fairies and the wilds that he grew up in. He wanted Sidon’s comfort, and Yona’s sweet words. 

He wanted Zelda.

Yet, as he stared up at the night sky, tears running down his face as the could feel the faint echoes of hands trying to maneuver him. He could see the gleam of the bright red blood moon.  

[baronessvonglitter]

in "Cherry, Cherry", reader and Joel actually do the deed on July 4th and as today is that day, I'm giving just a little snippet, just a taste of a future chapter for @yesjazzywazzylove-blog, @untamedheart81, and @ebonymiller and honestly anyone else who's been reading along and are being so good and patient waiting for chapters. It's a slow slow burn y'all, but I promise smut is on the way

You watch as he removes a foil packet, the label boasting the biggest size, and watch as he carefully rolls it on. You're transfixed by the movements, the way he sheathes his cock in the latex barrier. He touches you gently between your thighs, spreading your wetness around. "You don't have to worry. I'm gonna take care of you.." He kisses you long, slowly, deeply, making you melt. He's pressed hot and hard against your thigh, and you recognize a longing so deep and powerful. You keep your eyes on him as you make room for him between your legs.

He's hovered over you, pressed eagerly at your entrance. His heart beats against yours, so intimate and right. He gives you another kiss and gazes into your eyes as he breathes your name.

Sighing, you lift your hips against his. He glides his length over your cunt, teasing your clit. Then he slides two fingers in, pumping gently, in awe of your tightness and your heat. His breath quickens as your hips move against his hand. "Joel, please.." you whimper, and remove his hand, overeager for him to really take you.

Joel takes a deep breath as he gently starts to press into you. You take in the first few inches and he stops when you show discomfort. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he whispers.

You shake your head, heart racing at top speed as your desire to truly be his is the strongest feeling within you. "Don't stop," you tell him.

Joel exhales sharply and tries his best to be gentle as he nudges further. "Look at me," he says, gently cupping your face as he buries himself within you in one smooth thrust.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Dim blowing me away with Haddotin art for my fic “The Wind That Pulls Back the Tide”. The fic will be resuming updates in September! In the meantime, look how pretty! 😍 @dimdiamond you are a wonder.

[rodeo-dyke]

random righteous gemstones headcanons pt. 1.2

Keefe and Kelvin's future daughter (at 11 years old): Phoenix May Gemstone!

Our favorite Gemstone grandkid! She's truly the twin of Keefe with his crazy wavy hair, unique fashion sense, endless whimsy, and sparkle in her eyes. She is pretty stubborn and has a mind of her own just like Kelvin and is always looking for new ways to stand out of Gemstone family crowd.

At 11, she's a youth group regular, a massive nerd, and the best preteen alto in the children's choir. She loves to mix and match her clothes and her hair colors so she can look like her insanely stylish dads. Kelvin gave up on trying to refine her fashion a long time ago and Keefe is happy to indulge in dying her hair and helping her DIY her clothes. She has very obvious ADHD and autism just like her dads and has made many friends in her neurodivergent after school hangout group.

Her favorite subjects to learn and read about are: cool marine animals, rare diseases, forest survival skills, female abstract artists, the history of south american countries, and lost media cartoons. Her favorite TV shows are Total Drama, The Inberweeners, Star Wars: Clone Wars, Bob's Burgers, and Hailey's On It. Her favorite movies are: Ready Player One, Guardians of the Galaxy, Howl's Moving Castle, Ponyo, and Wallace & Gromit: Curse of the Were-Rabbit. Her favorite musicians are: Paramore, Skillet, Queen, Conan Gray, and MUNA.

[psychedeliclulu]

A phrase flashed in my mind while I was having breakfast and I had to write down this little scene before I forgot it 🤯📝⚡️

Don't ask me which Htkynagawi chapter it's from because I have no idea 🤣🤣🤣

Asfgddgjjfyeyjdukjff I want to write, I want it so much😭!! But first I have to finish some stuff otherwise I don't have the mental tranquility necessary to be able to do it. But this desperately managed to get out of the shaky discipline cage in my mind lol

It's kind of poetic...?

Creativity slaps me in the face to say 'Get a move on completing the boring stuff! There's so much better things we can do 8VVVV'

[isabeauwolf]

I live! 👐

After nearly a week, I suddenly had the urge to write ✍️ Mary patching Dabi up after being summoned by Kurogiri. Why? No clue 🤭 It ain't much but it's a start, plus someone's catching feelings~

Please, don't mind the typos 🫣 I'm still waking up and nursing my first cup of coffee ☕

@angelblueflame @moonchild701 @fanofflames @fairymama624

[j0kers-light]

Decisions.. decisions.. 👩🏾‍🍳🖤✨

[dreaming-for-an-escape]

There is no heart for me like yours chapter 6 moodboard.

Summary: After eating some delicious spicy dumplings, Aemond wants to stuff Adrian with something else. Nothing’s gonna interfere with him pleasuring his girlfriend, not even the flatulence issues she seems to be having.

A special thanks to @sepherinaspoppies for listening to me talk about this future chapter. The stuff you have to put up with because of me. This chapter is gonna have me on the floor from the non-stop laughter that’s more than likely gonna happen when I start writing it. I will probably release it after my spooky au since I will need some humor after that.

[kimmiessimmies]

Random dialogue tag

Share a random line of text from your current WIP or a line or two of dialogue from one of your characters. Do not give any explanation or context, and see what your followers think. Then, tag a few friends to keep the randomness going!

Thanks for tagging me, dear Lana @eljeebee I deleted the names from this for reasons.

"There's a million reasons why we absolutely shouldn't do this..," he said. "Yes," she replied. "Except there's also one why we should; I really really want to..." "Yeah," he said. "Me too."

Tagging @nocturnalazure and @danjaley in this, but as always, feel free to ignore. I write in advance, I know not everyone does.

[amvipod]

i didnt just “watch TV Time” i sat my blue ass down and LISTENED

i have been playing an obscene amount of deltarune lately

[flashypunches]

His brother runs within the company of weakness now. Their golden slippers jump in tandem at another’s steps, who are shaky upon the soles of rare metal, for its dirty feet were made for that of leather instead.

He holds no truth to the murmurs of betrayal, of a totem shared from shadowy fingers to ones greedy and caked in grime. No, because they are loyal, equal.

It is the Noob’s fault, he does know. It is in its nature, instinct, to have light fingers and a tongue laced with blood and spoiled honey. It is its fault.

He is their champion, their brother. When they return to him with their heart torn to tatters and kindness taken advantage of, then he will do as anyone else would in that situation, taking them within his arms, letting them embrace him close like they used to when younger, much more naive. Only then, shall he interfere.

Seawatt reprimands him, scolds him, says that he shelters them from the biting jaws of his civilization, that they need to know of the pain of the teeth to abstain from sticking their hands to sharpened canines. They must learn it for themselves, he tells him, of the wildness one-block jumps infects players with.

He thinks that this will be the last time he’ll listen to Seawatt’s attempts at giving him advice.

*

Their brother is kind. As kind as he can be, at the very least. He gives them gifts, meals, a table to sit at, a bed to rest in, a place to lick their wounds and avoid, a home.

He makes up for what he deems to be showcases of weakness, of the temper which has them leaving towards the Arena’s violent escape, via these offerings.

With the back of their palm, EMF wipes the leftover remnants of their golden carrots away. Whilst they push back their chair back, they pay no mind to the glare of which their champion shoots them at the screeching sound the wooden chair legs make when scraped against the floor’s tile.

“And where are you off in such a hurry too?” he teases them, though there is an undercut of mocking in it, something that has their shoulders tense and their hands going to pull at the material of their cloak and bring it even closer to their body.

“The Arena.” 

The lie slips easily off their tongue. Like it had when they’d uttered the word of Death, rather than the title of Champion. 

Evbo’s spare key is actually very light within their pocket. But it feels heavy, dragging, just within this moment alone.

A reproachful stare is all he gives them. They resist the urge to bow their head down and apologize at the sight of it. 

His voice is a murmur, a whisper of which they strain their ears to hear. It’s disapproving in a way that twists their heart into a tight knot. “It’s not good for you brother. You mustn't touch it.” 

“Who is?” EMF retorts, too much exasperation in their tone for them to be truly playing dumb. 

At that, his head snaps up, looking exposed, gutted, without that golden helmet. White eyes are tightened in something they recognize familiarly to be disappointment. They have felt it many times, after all, whenever they think of him and his rule.

“I am no fool,” he states with an air of superiority. EMF suppresses a laugh at it. “You know who. You may return anytime, once you come to your senses.”

How is that common sense, they do not ask him so. They want not to sit through lectures of how weakness is a disease that must be stamped out, an impurity that should not be tolerated, of how the Noob layer is just a place of begging and purposeful ignorance of the opportunities he, their champion, has so graciously given them. That sympathy is not a thing to be shared, because that is what leather boots want, that pity, that empathy.

He does not call it that though. 

Instead, all EMF does is just give him a nod that they do not believe in, their pursed lips bitten back and hidden from his line of sight. Ignoring his tongue’s click of condemnation, their steps hurry down the stairs, metal clinking against the glass, out of the door, towards the highway.

Evbo’s apartment is on the so-called ground level of the Master layer. It is not that far, all things considered.

They do not tell him about the prior conversation.

[snowydesertoasis]

Tried to edit chapter 3 of shoot another shot but hated it as I feel like it didn’t fit with what I was writing in future chapters so now now i’m rewriting it. 🥲

Here’s a snippet of Max and Daniel in 2022 reminiscing of a scene that happens in chapter3

“How’d we end up here again, Maxie?” Daniel teases, slipping behind the Dutchman, making him jump. “Me sneaking up on you because you’re too distracted spying on an alpha omega pair.” He laughs as Max turns to glare at him.

“It’s a different pair this time,” Daniel points out, tilting his chin toward the British and Spanish drivers.. “And you don’t seem nearly as…” He taps a finger against his lips in mock thought. “…murderous this time around.”

Max grins, gearing up for a comeback. “And I’ve even slept with this one,” he jokes, staying away from bringing up his emotions from last time, and the couple involved last time, But it doesn't work.

“I know,” Daniel replies, genuinely puzzled. “That’s why I don’t get why you’re not as in your feels.” He hesitates before adding “I know you and Lando don’t have feelings for each oth-”

Max shrugs, his gaze drifting back to the couple. “You know how I feel about Pierre,” he spits back interrupting the Aussie, using his distaste for his ex teammate for his past emotions.

“Sure,” Daniel says with a knowing nod. “But you used to hate Carlos, too” the alpha part of the pair they’ve been watching, the only other alpha teammate Max has ever had “Remember when he was your teammate?”

Max attempts to deflect again, not wanting to have this difficult conversation here “I was just thinking about how in love they are,” he admits, turning his focus to the couple in front of them instead of himself. Even though they’ve been mated for a year now, their public displays of affection have never diminished.

Daniel groans theatrically. “They���re almost disgusting to watch,” he says, his expression turning to mock disgust. “And it’s even worse if you walk in on them sucking face.” He sticks out his tongue for emphasis. “Since when did you become a hopeless romantic?” he asks, finally noticing Max’s uncharacteristic reaction to the couple, never wanting to talk about love.

Max lifts an eyebrow in a playful challenge. “Are you calling me soft, Ricciardo?” he asks, exaggerating Daniel’s last name with a corny Italian accent.

Daniel holds up his hands in surrender. “Whoa, whoa, don’t get your alpha panties in a knot,” he says, dissolving into laughter. “See what I did there?” He winks at his double entendre.

Max can’t help but laugh along—a good joke is a good joke, really a good dick joke. He’s relieved that shifting attention away from his past emotions seems to have finally worked.

“I actually came to grab my teammate,” Daniel explains, nodding at the couple. “Bye, Maxie!” He waves. “Time for me to get growled at.” Chuckling, heading over to the couple, to break them apart and take the omega back for debriefs, while Max continues through the paddock, focused on the upcoming race.