#hoping for more writing brain tomorrow. we'll see!

[orcelito]

Oh yeah I finished scene 1 of libero a due (chapter 2) today, with 2.2k words. I'm hoping this is a good sign.

[hoshigray]

Pleasurable Practice

Here's what I got: when you're left in headquarters to study for an upcoming language skit, your boss and work crush, Miguel O'Hara, does what he can to help his subordinate. And he does, in more ways than one...

A/n: It's been a week since I saw the film in theaters, and my brain hasn't been the same. I tried very hard not to write for this man, but here we are. Sighhhh, I swear I wasn't this bad when playing EoT (curse you Oscar Issac, and the ATSV art department!!!). And it doesn't help that my social feeds are full of him...Anyway, I hope you enjoy this piece! It's WAY longer than I wanted, but I guess that's meant to show how much fun I had writing, hehehe~. Also, ty so so much for 600+ followers!!

Cw: Miguel x fem!reader - some ATSV spoilers so tread carefully - sexual context so minors DNI - fingering (fem! receiving) - cunnilingus - clitoral play (Miguel's fangs lightly brush your clit, but doesn't bite it) - praise - kisses on the stomach - pet names (amorcito/little love, mi alma/my soul; amor/my love; vida/my life) - sexual acts in public - outside intrusions, but you two don't get caught.

Wc: 2.8k

"Hey, Lyla. You sure you wanna leave me here?"

"Aww, you scared something would happen without me?" She chuckles when you shrug. "You'll be fine; everything's been taken care of for today. If something pops outta nowhere, you know where to find Miguel or give me a call. Alright, I'm outta here. Cya tomorrow~."

"Bye, Lyla~" With that, the pixelated woman signs off from your line of sight, and you slump into your chair with a sigh.

It's late at night in Nueva York. The Spider Society headquarters is still active, but fewer people occupy the halls and sectors in these late hours, you being one of them. You're sitting at a conference table by the teleportation room, taking in Margo's shift. But since things are quiet around here, you use this time to work on your homework.

Well, you would've if a pair of hands didn't suddenly come from behind and blocked your vision. "Guess who?"

You shake your head with a smile. "Aren't you supposed to be at Earth-50101 hanging with Gwen and Pav?"

The hands are removed, giving your shoulders a quick rub. "Can't say a quick bye before I'm off?" Hobie Brown walks from behind to sit on the table, avoiding the scattered papers on the surface. "What's all this? School?"

"Yeah," You pick up a paper with color-coordinated dialogues. " I got a reflection to finish and need to read this script for a skit in my modern language class on Wednesday."

"What language?"

"Spanish." You flip the script for him to look at. A giggle slips from you. "Suppose you can't help me, huh?"

Hobie grins. "Yo lo haría si pudiera." Your eyes go big. Of course, the guy who "doesn't believe in consistency" would know a thing or two about other languages.

".....Please stay and help me."

"Can't, perhaps next time." Another heavy sigh as the tall other gets up from the table and opens a portal to Pavitr's universe. "We'll save some snacks to bring back tomorrow. See ya then."

"Bye, Hobie." You groan with your head meeting the table surface as the portal vanishes with Hobie's dismissal. In despair, you lift your head up and proceed with your work.

It's about 11 p.m., and you were able to finish your paper in about two hours. It's now time to work on your Spanish script. Unfortunately, your class partner can't be here (obviously) to say his lines with you, but you two promised to highlight your lines and recite on your own downtime. So you follow through with the blue lines — your lines — avoiding the red lines and announcing all the words to the best you can.

After the third time around, you start to get to the rhythm of it. So in tune with what you're doing, you don't mind your surroundings as you circle around the table with your face glued to your script.

"What're you doing?"

However, it all comes to a halt when a voice startles you. So used to the silence and your own tone that you didn't notice a familiar man creep from behind you. Your eyes widen at the tall and well-built figure before you.

Miguel O'Hara, Spider-Man 2099 and the leader of the Spider Society — your boss who you have a major crush on and is still waiting for you to reply after nearly scaring you to death.

"O-Oh, Miguel, umm," you quickly straighten yourself up, but the heat in your face encroaches. "Sorry, didn't see ya there. I was just looking at this script."

"A script?" He slightly tilts his head, surveying your moves as you sit back at the table. He follows and peers behind your shoulder to see what you're working on. "For what?"

"It's for a skit in my Spanish class. I'm reciting my lines for Wednesday." He nods at your answer, glancing around to see you're alone. "Lyla signed off for a while, but she told me to tell you that if you 'need anyone to put a leash on you,' Jessica would answer the call."

The man narrowed his eyes and sucked his teeth, "of course she said that..." was all he murmured under his breath from his pixelated peer's words. With a heavy sigh, he turns back to the paper in your hand and extends out his. His silent request is answered when you pass him the sheet to skim. A brow is lifted. "Is the skit like some kind of married couple or—"

You confirm. "Yes. Our unit is on relationships, and my partner and I wanted to do a skit where the husband — my partner — comes home and surprises his wife with their favorite flower and then gives a nice speech on how much he loves her." Miguel still reads the script, but you continue on. "Luckily, our instructor said it's not our final where it's required to talk entirely in Spanish. So, we can say some English phrases or words if our brains go blank."

Miguel finally stops examining the script and eyes at you. "I can help."

Huh? "Excuse me?"

"You're the blue lines, right?" Correct. "Then I can be the red lines and help you practice."

Wait, no! "Oh no, there's no need for that, Miguel! I'm sure you're busy looking at the screens on your station and—"

"No pasa nada, Y/n," You gulp when he grabs a chair and sits close to you. "I'll say your partner's parts, and you reply with yours." There's no use in arguing with him out of this, so you just follow suit.

For the past thirty minutes, you and Miguel have been practicing. Sometimes he'll call you out on words you forget or mispronounce, which hurts your little heart being scolded like a child. But then there are times when he praises you for saying something correctly without second-guessing, or he'll ask for a pen to scratch off something and write a better phrase for you to say. And you can tell that your memorization's been improving thanks to his help. Maybe there was no need to be nervous.

The time is now 11:46, and you feel way more confident about this skit than before. Miguel can also tell by how much you've performed that you'll do fine on Wednesday. Guess that should do it. He puts the script down and gets up, heading back to his original post.

"Hey, wanna do the actual skit with me?"

Huh? "What?"

"Well, I was thinking," You squeak. "Maybe we can try acting out the skit without the paper now that I'm kinda getting the hang of it? But, I mean, that's only if you're okay with it, ya know..."

His brows trench down. Miguel knows he shouldn't do it; there are many universes in his post that he needs to keep an eye on in case anything pops off. He can't afford to just act out a scenario for some class. However, when he glances back at you, he faces mixed feelings. Your eyes look at his, nibbling on your bottom lip, and your fingers fidget with each other as you wait for his answer.

Miguel knows he shouldn't...but it won't hurt to comply this one time.

"Fine," your heart skips when he turns back to face you fully. "But don't mention it to Lyla or Jess. I'll never hear the end of it from those two."

"Of course!" You reassure him as you ready yourself, mentally calming the happiness brewing inside down. "You go."

He nods and plays the scene. He acts like he opens a door and holds an imaginary object. "Estoy en casa, cariño."

"Oh, bienvenido a casa, bebé!" You rush to Miguel and give him a hug. You feel him go rigid, and you freeze. Wait, he's still my boss and not my actual partner! Oh, God, I bet he regrets doing this now...Ughhh!! Commit now, cry later!

You quickly improvise and pull him by his spider suit to come close, placing pretend kisses on his cheeks. "Llegas pronto a casa, mi guapo muñeco. Is something wrong?"

Miguel stares at you for a few seconds before he blinks and coughs. "Ahem, Querida, vine temprano porque es tu cumpleaños. Y quería darte esto." The hand with the invisible object comes up, and you take it.

"Dios mío, ¿mi flor favorita en mi día especial?" You give the man a warm smile and place a hand on his cheek, stroking his skin lovingly. Miguel hitches his breath. "Eres demasiado buena conmigo, muñeco. Pero no tenías que regalarme nada."

It takes Miguel a moment, but he coughs once more and returns to the task. "Puede que la flor no fuera necesaria, pero tenía que conseguirla para ti, mi amor." He puts a hand on yours that's still on his cheek, now it's your turn to slow your breathing. "Cada vez que veo esta flor, sólo puedo pensar en ti. No sólo hoy, sino todos los días. Veo todo lo que haces por mí y nunca lo doy por sentado. You are my everything, Y/n. Tú eres mi mundo. Mi luz. Mi corazón. Mi… Mi…"

He stops, noticing your expression and shallow breaths. Your eyes never leave his, mouth agape, and your attention entirely on his words— no, on him. Even in this little act, you dare not move or say something out of turn. Listening to the man before you intently, your hand still in his.

He knows he shouldn't, but Miguel leans into you, and a small gasp leaves you before his lips press onto your soft ones. "....Mi alma."

Your brain short-circuits, the feel of his lips overtaking you. You awkwardly kiss him back, resulting in a moan from Miguel. He grabs your waist while pushing himself forward, making you walk backwards until you hit the table. The bump has you two break the kiss, forcing you back to reality.

Miguel says nothing, and so do you, your eyes honing in on his deep red orbs. Your thoughts go too fast that your head pounds. What? What was that? Did he mean to do that??

"Túmbate."

He captures your attention. "What?"

"Lie down, mi amor." He commands in a stern voice. Hesitance restrains you, yet you still follow orders and sit on the table with your back to the surface. A small smile creeps up on Miguel, and he leans down to plant more kisses on your sweet lips. "Good. Now, say your part."

Slow smooches from your chin to your neck leave you breathless. Although the heat in your face is unbearable, you play along and stick to the script. "My wonderful husband...Y...You are so thought—"

"Se supone que está en español, Y/n." He corrects you. Lifting your shirt to reveal your abdomen. Miguel kisses your exposed tummy while his hand snakes past your bottoms, pressing a finger down on the wet spot of your clothed vulva. Your toes curl as your first moan leaves puffy lips. "Try again."

You intake a deep breath. "Ere...Eres muy considerado con—Mmmm....conmigo." Your bottoms and undergarments are now off, your bare cunt out for Miguel to see. The older man props your legs upward with both hands as he brings his face close to your pussy. He lightly blows on it, and you bite your lip from the cold air. "Keep going, mi vida."

"Cuando....no haya luz en mi—Oooh!!" Miguel flicks your clitoris with his tongue before nestling it between your soaked folds, sucking and laving your essence. "Nnnmp! Mi-Miguel, I can't do thisss...Your tongue, it feels so, so—Oh Christ..."

His ruby eyes peek at your face. "But you were doing just fine, Y/n." The way he says your name feels so sinful, so forbidden. But so pleasing to the ears. "Repeat it."

His tongue goes back to torment your slit. The risque noises the wet muscle makes with your slick-covered chasm ring your eardrums. Ecstatic whimpers fill the space around you, and you grab tufts of Miguel's brown hair when his tongue flicks your clit again. He's impatient, so you concede.

"Cuando no haya luz en mi vida....Haaaahhh, sé que estarás ahí para protegerme." Miguel pushes your tender bud against his teeth. His canine brushing on your pearl, causing you to jerk. "Eres mi sombra...Mi—Ahhhh!....escudo....Mi rey."

He chortles, "Good job, mi alma."

Satisfied with your cooperation, the man sucks on your precious sex as his forefinger nestles between your folds, your slick providing lubricant to naturally push his digit through your entrance. You jolt with a sharp cry, tears falling from your beautiful face.

His tongue and fingers go faster, and your release climbs higher with every lick. The stimulation of your poor cunt and clitoris is hardcore that you come in a few seconds, the walls of your chasm fluttering around Miguel's fingers coated with your personal fluids.

Your heavy pants slow down to steady your body that subsides from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Miguel withdraws his mouth and fingers from you, standing upright to take in your figure.

He scoffs with a tiny grin, licking his lips. "Amorcito."

You open your mouth to say something, but a flash of colors and shapes captures the attention of both of you. Your eyes go wide. Oh no, someone's coming!

With haste, you immediately grab for your bottoms and underwear before taking cover under the conference table, using it to quickly put your clothes back on before someone enters through the portal. That someone was Jessica Drew, making her arrival known by revving her motorbike.

"Jess," Miguel puts on his usually serious face. But on the inside, he's almost as nervous as you. Because he swiftly pulls a chair out to cover his erection lower regions.

"Hey, Miguel! I thought I'd find you here." The woman addresses him when she's done a lap around the table. Her portal vanishes from the scene. "I've been trying to call you through your watch. You not wearing it?"

He looks down at his wrist where it was supposed to be. "...I was using the restroom, so I left it on my station."

"Mmm, I figured." Jessica then notices the paper and backpack on the table. "This is Y/n's stuff, right? Where are they?"

"R-Right here, Jess!" To her surprise, you come out from the table with your bottoms fully secured. "Sorry, I was looking for my pen before packing up." You smile to ease the awkward tension and your racing heart.

"Oh, okay then." Jessica nods to your words and turns to Miguel. "Anyway, I was calling you up because I need backup. The guy I was dealing with somehow switched places with another villain. Took care of the other one, but my guy's elsewhere."

He hums. "Lyla."

"That's me." The yellow-pixelated woman with pink heart-shaped glasses appears once more.

"Where are the coordinates of the anomaly Jess was handling?"

"I'm sorry, you want me to do what?"

"...."

"What's the magic word?" The tiny woman teases him while you and Jessica hold in your laughs.

Miguel's brows furrow with a slight pout. "....Canyoupleasesend—"

"Woah, woah, woah," Lyla gets closer to his face with each word, raising his irritation as she does so. "Little too fast there."

"Can you please give us the co—"

"Already gave it to Jess."

"Then what was the point—"

"You know how much I love to pester ya," her smile doesn't help squander his frustration, not when he also hears the exchanged giggles between you and Jessica. "And call that payback for not having your watch on you."

To avoid their eyes seeing Miguel's situation, he leaves and fetches his watch quickly after being repeatedly teased by the two women. He returns ready with his mask on and the device on his wrist. Lyla and Jess are waiting for him, same with you and all your stuff packed up. It's 12 in the morning now, you have to get home. "Ready?"

"Yup, see ya there." The woman on her bike starts it up. Lyla disappears when the dimension is opened. "Bye, Y/n!"

"Bye, Jess!" You wave goodbye to the woman, who does one final lap before entering the portal to her new destination. And now you're back to being alone with Miguel, who you find looking at you. You gulp and say your thoughts. "Don't worry, I didn't tell them! And, sorry that it happened. I was being a little too close to you in the first—"

"Hey." Miguel lifts a hand to stop you from rambling on further, and you listen. "Your skit. When is it again?"

It takes you aback that he asks, but you still reply. "Wednesday?"

"Hm. Alright then." And with that, he walks to the portal to his next mission. But before he exits, he peers from his shoulder and proclaims something.

"Tell me how you did on Wednesday, then we'll continue with this talk."

[dogsayswoof]

Hounds From Hell Chapter 5

Summary: Vulnerability. That's it. That's the whole post.

Word Count: 2.2k Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (Hounds from Hell Masterlist)

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You and Wednesday now sit in an awkward position since the altercation at the Rave'n. Her confession of having no feelings for Tyler had calmed your anger but your anxiety heightened at the thought of her having no feelings for anyone, including you.

Sure, she had told you that you weren't a convenience, but that didn't mean anything. It was how she viewed all her friends.

Meanwhile, Wednesday was on the hunt to know more about what happened before the dance but you changed the subject every time she got close to mentioning it. You didn't want to talk about it. You kept that part of you hidden for a reason.

As much as she wanted to pry, she didn't. Her normal bashful and shameless tongue holding back for the sake of your privacy, straying from her natural behaviour.

A week before the championship game, you had a big chemistry test and Wednesday ensured that you were properly prepared to ace it.

She sat patiently waiting for you to enter the classroom, but you never did.

Then you didn't appear at lunch.

And, again missing in English.

She began to get annoyed, her mind unable to focus on the notes at hand when she was plagued by where you could have run off to. 

So, she took it upon herself to march into Weems' office requesting your location.

"I'm afraid I cannot share other student's personal information with you" she said politely, a small smirk present on her face.

"I'm sure you could tell me where I could find her." Wednesday said furthering her irritated state.

"Unfortunately all I can tell you is to stop wasting your time, she is not on campus."

"What? Why?" she asked needing the information more now than ever.

"Family emergency. Now get out of my office." Weems said growing tired of Wednesday's never ending questions.

She and Thing exited the office. He signed to her,

"I know you're worried, I'm sure everything is fine. We'll find her tomorrow." Wednesday tried comforting the hand.

She quickly found your friends who had laid out a blanket on the grass and were lying talking about nonsense. She threw her bag down and sat down crossing her legs.

"Pouting cause your girlfriend isn't here?" asked Ajax throwing a grape at the goth girl in jest.

"She's not my girlfriend and I'm not pouting." she huffed.

"Um yes. Yes you are." Bianca said, Divina and Yoko nodded in agreement.

"George and Benton weren't in class either" said Xavier as he laid looking at the clouds.

Wednesday's heart sank, realizing that this was bigger than taking a spontaneous trip to see your family. Thing must of pieced it together too because he signed frantically.

Her brain was working overtime trying to have some sort of idea what was going on. You had hunted just a few days ago before the Rave'n and it wasn't going to be a full moon tonight.

"Any idea where they went?" asked Ajax and Xavier shrugged.

"Weems said it was a family emergency" Wednesday said and Thing pretended to faint, "don't be so dramatic, I'm sure everything is okay," but Wednesday seemed like she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else.

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That night Wednesday could barely focus on her writing. She did her best to distract herself but she needed to know where you went, especially with Benton and George.

Enid had gone to god knows where and she had hoped to capitalize, but you complicated things as usual.

Her keys clacked rapidly until it would stop abruptly. Then the sound of the typewriter resetting and the whoosh of a new piece of paper being drawn.

This went on repeat for multiple hours until she heard a crashing sound from her window.

Thing scrambled over to take a look and he signed frantically to Wednesday.

In an instant she was up from her desk and out the little door to the balcony.

There you were on your hands and knees with next to no clothes on, covered in blood that she could only assume wasn't yours, breathing desperately as if you couldn't.

You were having a panic attack maybe?

Your eyes were glowing red, your canines were fully extended, and you hadn't looked up from the bricks you were at the mercy to, gasping for air.

Wednesday took small steps towards you, her hand gently touching your shoulder.

You looked up at her in fear.

She bent down and cupped your cheek.

Your breathing began to calm and your eyes began to dim as you recognized the familiar girl.

She took advantage of this, pulling you gently to your feet and inside her room.

She brought you to the bathroom, still not a word exchanged between you.

Turning on the water, she ushered you into the small shower.

You fell to your knees, boxers and a sport bra still on as the water fell.

Your eyes looked broken, refusing to look her in the eyes, and as the blood began to run away from your skin turning the water red. 

She saw the damage that was hidden before.

A dark purple bruise stained your cheek. Faint hand marks remained around your neck. Your body littered in small cuts and other bruises.

Her heart ached at your pain. A feat that may of brought her joy in any other scenario.

She was not used to feeling this. The feeling of gentleness and wanting to care for somebody else. She was not used to love of this sort.

"Look at me" she said softly and you did without hesitation. Your eyes still a faint red and they would stay that way until death ran its course through your system.

"Come with me" she continued,

You stood up, turning the water off. She handed you a black towel and you dried your body the best you could without wincing. You refused to show her anymore of your pain. You were not her burden.

As you exited her bathroom, you saw one of your hoodies and a pair of your sweatpants folded neatly on her dresser.

"Where did you get those?" you asked, your voice raspy.

"I had Thing get them" she said as if it was common knowledge.

You grabbed them, your movements slow. Wednesday turned around as you did the same. Stripping from the wet garments and pulling on your sweatpants, you hesitated putting on the hoodie.

"Turn around" you whispered and she did.

That's when she noticed the mark freshly burned into your back. In the hope that it wasn't too much, she stepped closer to you and reached out. Her fingers featherlight as she brushed the mark.

Your back muscles flexed and you flinched.

She retracted her hand and you pulled the hoodie on turning around to face her. She could see you were on the edge of breaking down and in a moment of rare weakness, she reached for your hand pulling you to her bed.

You sat down and she stood in front of you. She was so close and it was intoxicating for you. Your eyes met hers and you could see her fondness for you.

"Show me what happened." she said gently and you nodded.

She pressed a hand to your chest and she was taken over by the vision. Your hands wrapping around her to keep her from falling back.

Benton, George, and you were driving to the mansion. You owed Hades a hunt. It was simple. You've hunted for years, one extra hunt this year would have been fine.

You entered the mansion. So far so good. Your father was the only other person there. He looked mad. Annoyed. Use any synonym in the book. It wasn't unusual for him to convey this emotion. He was usually only happy during the ceremonious hunts. Not the impromptu ones for a "dumb highschool dance."

"You better deliver." he growled before taking his drink and his anger somewhere else. 

As you stood awaiting Hades arrival, a demon arrived instead. He held a tray containing a piece of paper. You picked it up and read it, passing it to George and Benton.

It contained nothing but an address and a number. You understood what was being asked of you.

"Let's go" you said gruffly,

Exiting the building the three of you shifted. An auburn wolf, a black wolf, and a white wolf sprinting through the woods towards their target.

You weren't prepared for what it was when you got there.

As the three of you laid in the shadows you took in the sight before you. There was a bonfire, with tens of kids running around. There was a small building nearby and you could hear the laughter.

"An orphanage?" the black wolf said towards you,

You didn't say a word, continuing to observe the scene before you.

"Hades demanded it" you said almost defeated, "You know the punishment Benton"

The three of you leapt from the shadows, like something out of a nightmare.

It was pure carnage and destruction. Life after life taken. Adults, kids, babies. Each kill taking a shred of your humanity.

The three of you slaughtered each and every last orphan there, ripping apart their bodies for the sake of a master. How sick.

When the last one was dead you stood there your fur wet with blood, the shadows of their deaths sought for you as if you were magnetic.

The white wolf, Wednesday could only assume was George, began herding the souls his white fur stained red at the paws and his mouth.

A portal opened and he made sure he rounded each and every last one of them up.

Benton's wolf was ripping apart the corpses, their blood seeping into the ground illuminating slightly as the underworld took it gratefully.

And you walked around consuming the black particles of their death.

Wednesday felt herself be pulled further in time.

This time you were standing before the mansion still in wolf form. Your father and Hades stood at the top of the entranceway. They walked out slowly and Hades snapped causing another demon this time with a branding iron.

"You three have made me so proud, proving your loyalty time after time." he said walking until he stood before you all, "For that, I believe you have earned this."

He snapped again and the demon handed him the iron. He walked to Benton, branding the back of his shoulder. Then to George, repeating the same action. Then to you.

All three of you had let out painful yelps and you could hear George's small whines. 

Hades looked down at your wolf form and rubbed the top of your head.

"You're a good hound. All of you are."

He headed back inside the house but your father stayed. The three of you shifted back, on your knees in the dirt.

"Go inside boys. I need to talk to my daughter." he said puffing a cloud of smoke from his cigar.

They listened going to their rooms to find their clothes. Your father flicked his cigar before coming before you and punching you hard.

"Your brothers didn't yelp like a little bitch when they were given Hades mark" he growled

You said nothing and continued to stay on your knees.

"It's a mark of praise, you stupid girl" he said hitting you again, then again, and again, before grabbing you by the neck.

"You ever embarrass our family like that again, I will kill you." he said his eyes glowing red.

You did nothing but give a nod, as best as you could with his hands around your neck.

He threw you to the ground and went inside grumbling to himself.

Wednesday shot back to reality, seeing that you were holding her carefully waiting for her reaction. She took a few steps back and you felt pain sink into your chest, your arms falling to your side.

She hated you and what you had done. Your 'friendship' with Wednesday was surely over.

Then she threw herself into your body. Her arms wrapped around your neck pulling you close to her and your tears fell.

You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her equally as close. Your head rested on her chest and you could hear her heartbeat, grounding yourself as best as you could.

"I'm so sorry" she murmured into the top of your head.

You squeezed your eyes tighter and buried yourself further. 

She held you for what felt like hours, but was really just a few minutes.

When she felt you pull away and look up at her. She loosened her grip, her hands coming around to rest half on your neck, half on your jaw.

"I should probably head to my dorm" you said and glanced at her clock,

1:34 am. Shit.

"Stay" she whispered and you looked back up at her onyx eyes.

"Okay" you whispered back.

She leaned in and kissed you with the tenderness you had never expected she would have the capacity for.

Her lips were warm and soft. Pleasant against yours as you kissed her back.

Your hand embraced her welcomingly and she traced your jaw with her fingers.

She climbed up and straddled you lap, allowing a certain vulnerability between the two of you.

The kiss never escalated to anything more, it was pure and you knew this was her way of telling you that you'd be okay. And that she had feelings for you. 

She would never be this unguarded with anyone else but you made her feel okay to be that way. You had a key to her locked black heart.

You pulled away watching her eyes flutter open, her lips kiss swollen and chapped. And by god, she was the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen.

You pressed another delicate kiss to her lips, watching her eyes flutter close and open again reacting to your touch.

"Come to bed" you said quietly and she did nothing to object.

She got off your lap and you scooted back, lying down.

As you laid next to each other, you made sure to give her space. She appreciated that, as she would rather not be suffocated in her sleep. Though as you began to close your eyes to succumb to sleep, she reached out finding your hand and intertwining your fingers.

All you could do was smile.

[ravenstargames]

✦ Lost in Limbo Devlog #6 | 10.03.23

And another month has gone by! 💜 For this one, you'll have to excuse my lack of eloquency, but this weekend has been really hectic for me personally, so my brain is struggling a bit to keep up :')

We are very close to receive our final grades for our master, but we are anticipating nothing but good (or at least not bad) news! With that being said, the team has picked up the pace again and we are feeling really good about it. Everyone is really excited to work work and work, so let's jump into it, shall we?

And what better way to start this devlog than with our handsome, our stupid, our magnificent Lord Amon, Golden Dragon of Dagalis? 🌟

As you can see, we have started working on the demo CGs and we are beyond excited! Our plan is to finish Amon's CG and snatch a few screenshots of the game to finally, FINALLY open our itch.io page! We don't want to spoil too much of the CGs but we still want to share a decent amount of stuff in our devlogs, so we'll see how we manage, hehe. We hope you like Lord Amon in this CG so far as much as we do, because Raquel is as per usual doing an impeccable job with our local himbgod! 💜

<<The voidbound, creatures born from the Midnight Tower's chest. Intelligent to a degree, they protect the Beyond —the tower's domain— from any trespasser. >>

This month we have started the concept art stage of our signature creature, the voidbound, and boooy is it looking good so far! Again, we don't want to spoil too much because we want you all to be surprised and spooked (hopefully!) when you play the demo and meet these little guys🖤.

I'm so glad Astro finally had a chance to put his creature design skills to use, because he's honestly fantastic at creating monsters and giving them just the right vibe. Consider yourself about to be scared or seduced if you are like me!

This month we finished our jugdment chamber! 💜 Aside from a few dust and smoke effects and maybe some small corrections along the way, this is another finished background for LiL's demo! There's a feeew more to go but with a little organization and plenty of force of will, I think we'll be able to tackle them all. Now that the first demo has less backgrounds, it's a fairer amount of work.

We also have had Kayden work on special "mini CGs" that will add to the immersion in certain scenes, but again, we don't want to spoil the whole demo content!

Currently, the demo script is sitting at 42k words, every option included. I'm hoping I can finish corrections either today or tomorrow and send the script over to Allie, our mighty editor! I already finished writing a breakdown of the characters and demo story for them to read, but I want to send both things at the same time. I know the writing is taking more time than we initially planned —in our first devlog if I remember correctly, I said I was already coding it, and I was— but it's for the benefit of the game. I don't want our demo script to be mediocre or to just be "good enough". I want to be proud of what I've written and I want my team and I to be able to be honest about this kind of stuff with the people that are looking forward to play our game 💜.

This month has been good overall. It has been difficult for me in personal matters, so I hope you forgive me for the usual typos or grammatical oopsies. This devlog was meant to be posted last night (GMT+2) but I was exhausted and didn't want to rush it :').

During October we are hoping we can work on as many art assets as we can, and if the script gets corrected and approved, maybe I can begin coding it very very soon!

As always, thank you so much for supporting us, for being here, and for looking forward to our demo! 💜 We hope we are living up to the expectations!

[dnalt-d2]

My Thoughts on the Purgatory Finale as a Whole

So it's been a few hours since the event ended and I think I have my thoughts sorted out for the most part

I had a lot of trouble pinning down what I thought about this for a little while, and focused more on the smaller details instead of the whole thing

And for me, the resolution to the whole thing (this event) feels kinda empty. I think a way a lot of people would put it is that it felt anticlimactic, but that's not quite how I'd word it. I liked the climax, it was tense, suspenseful, exciting, etc. But it's what came after for me that feels like the problem

And that's that this event felt like it was supposed to be a resolution. But it wasn't. Everyone went through all this, these two weeks, and the months that came before, doing everything in their power to find answers and get their eggs back, and we just don't have anything. There's no answers, we only got ONE egg, and we don't even know if he made it off the island safely. None of this feels resolute.

And I get that was probably the point. I still stand by that whatever was gonna happen here today was gonna happen no matter what, with maybe a change of which egg got saved (but considering the hard stop we got on 7 when Phil spun it, and when Tina spun the wheel by accident, it landed on 7 again, I think Dapper was always gonna be the one saved as well)

This is supposed to be one of those cliffhanger endings I guess, but I think it would've been better to end it here. At least regarding the fate of the eggs. Tell us if they lived or if they died, but don't just leave it hanging like that

Because I feel like a LOT of QSMP is spent setting things up and at this point, they've just set TOO many things up without resolving them. You can only have so many loose threads at a time, something has to be wrapped up eventually

(And yeah, I get that's just something that happens when you have this many people each creating their story and their own thread, that's just how it goes)

Now for all I know, literally every problem I had could be fixed by tomorrow, in less than twelve hours, and I'll eat my words if that happens, I'll devour them freaking whole

But we still have so many unanswered questions. I wanna have faith in the admins and writers though, and hope that this is something that was meant to be like this. Because I get the struggles of writing, and while this might have felt like a Season Finale to us, it could have just been a single plot point in the overall story, and we might not have even REACHED any Season Finale yet. We just can't know right now

So yeah, that's my thoughts on it, I'm incredibly excited to see where everything goes from here, but at this moment specifically, I'm mostly just...Thinking, still. I guess. My writer brain is still trying to figure out what this whole thing was, and I'm just drawing a blank

Guess we'll see what happens tomorrow

Let's hope we can enjoy the island

[goodluckclove]

Having a Monday!

Late start for me today - wife and I were up late talking logistics on buying a house later this year. Exciting! But I'm a little sleepy.

I'm downtown today, since it's Pizza Week in Portland and I've decided to base where I work entirely off which slice of 3 dollar hubris pizza I aim to make myself eat. I'm shooting for pizza based existential horror by maybe Thursday. Last year's Pizza Week left me nauseated by the mere concept of pizza. We'll see what happens.

Feeling good about writing today. Going to explore a bit more of Edgar's gender identity as well as set up Katy's major arc in this book, which is a silly one and I'm excited to see where it goes (She's going to DM a vintage Dungeons and Dragons campaign for a bunch of Birthrights). I don't really have a plan but it should be a fun space to play around in.

My hand still kind of hurts. I guess it's good I took a break last night. My barista just handed me my tiramasu latte and it looks very yummy. Let's try it!

Oh wow. I was write.

Would you like to write with me, my friend? If it's before like 5pm PST you can write knowing that your colleague in the Pacific Northwest (Me) is working alongside you. Maybe we can chat while we work if your brain works like that!

Whatever you do, I hope you all have a day. And then a night, followed by a tomorrow. I love you dearly.

[bistaxx]

Hey guys, sorry for vanishing suddenly I just needed to take a bit of a break- I think I'm going to continue to take some time off from here and at most will just lurk around for a bit, not sure how long that'll be.

I'm going to talk a bit about the current situation under the read-more and another post about it scheduled after this one. I'll be using the tag 'the forever situation' for blacklist purposes.

As of right now I don't feel comfortable commenting on it because this is a situation that needs to be handled delicately and I don't want to rush into it. I've been busy with work the past two days and (during the time of me writing this) am about to go into another shift today in a few hours- so I haven't had as much time as I'd like to read about what's going on.

I'm not fluent in Portuguese so I'm going to primarily rely on information provided by Brazilian's in the fandom and their thoughts on the matter- I highly recommend other non-Brazilians do so too- especially regarding anything related to what the victim has said about this. It's important to not be dismissive of what's going, but so is taking the time to understand what happened before commenting on it especially if you don't speak Portuguese.

It's also just a topic that can be hard for me to focus on. I don't feel right discussing why on this blog, all I'll say is that it brings back memories that sometimes make my mind go all blank and foggy. I'll be fine, I just want to take in it at a pace that doesn't cause my brain to shut down every 5 minutes.

I hope you guys understand, I'm terrified of coming across as if I'm ignoring or don't care about what's going on when I very much do. I just don't want mishandle it and it's something that's difficult at times for me to speak about. I have tomorrow off, I'm gonna use that day to look into this all more after getting some rest.

I think there's like an event going on in the server today, but I just want to take today 'off' from qsmp including on Tumblr. I just feel all over the place right now- we'll just have to wait and see how things go I guess. I also just wanna say you guys have been a bright spot in a very rough time of my life, thank you all for that.

I'm writing this very early in the morning. It'll be posted sometime in the afternoon for me. I won't know if anything else has come up since then until tomorrow- I really do hope by the time I log back i we'll have a clearer picture of it all by then...

I'm putting my queue on pause for now too. I don't know for how long, I just want to take a break from here for awhile. Take care <3

[lakesbian]

ok i was going to read 1.3 and then say things about 1.2 but i'm sleepytired again so i will read 1.3 tomorrow. world's slowest bookread ever this thing is far shorter than worm and yet i will manage to make it take forever via power of being distracted easily

first of all: i have once again lost the fucking plot. lost in the sauce of bad things happening. i respond to horror like a baby watching keys dangle. so long as bad things are happening to blake i am going to be watching and clapping instead of thinking carefully. that's a lie i am absolutely still thinking carefully but i am primarily more invested in the bad things happening

ok no seriously though. ahem. as for thoughts on the universe thus far: no groundbreaking updates in that department. we're obviously getting more on rose but i do not have solid thoughts on her or the mirror world presently. watching and looking and contemplating but we'll get there when we get there.

i presume blake is correct abt the horrors being given specific instructions vs acting entirely autonomously--presumably others sent after him by whichever random enemy no 234325 he inherited. i'm aware "people can make pacts with magic guys to go do things" is an absolute nothing-statement when it comes to a universe called pact that runs on fairy-logic and we've already seen an example of it previously but my point is that i presume there are other specific ppl and/or entities w/ more character responsible for directing the attacks, and we'll meet them sooner or later.

exceedingly endeared to the atmosphere in this. as always wildbow will write one million redundant poorly phrased little sentences and then somehow it results in a genuinely compelling atmosphere. love the visual of blake driving the car around The Horrors & then it breaking down in the snowy darkness. the lights slowly going out et cetera.

also particularly endeared to him hauling down on the car mirror, getting the tire iron, going on a little monologue to himself about conserving heat, and then immediately having his Horror Movie Protagonist Preparations do nothing and go to shit and then he panics and runs into the woods and trips and almost dies. and he also starts crying near-immediately. and then going "that's fine. that's because of the wind. crying because of the wind. i'm fine" to himself while hysterically screeching at The Horrors he just very unsuccessfully attempted to beat back with a tire iron. he's not doing bad but he's not doing good either. literally just an extremely normal average guy who throws his back out running. it's fantastic. like whatever fantastical circumstances happen to him he still has the heart and soul of a Normal Guy who should be sipping his 7 dollar latte while he walks to art college instead of crying while trying to beat the shit out of fairies. and that's so funny. blake crying throwing up vibrating back and forth saying every swear word he knows in alphabetical order because he has to sew his own hand up So so fucking funny. taylor hebert could do pact but blake thorburn could not do worm. i was right that he could not handle having a juicebox poured on him without calling someone a cunt and slamming doors around about it.

i do hope i find out more about what caused his [pokes around in his brain with a spatula] Issues sooner or later bc it's more interesting to pick him apart if i know what exactly was going on there. but he looooves not thinking about let alone talking about bad memories and he might be a little too busy experiencing New bad memories to ever wheel 'em out for my pleasure. so we'll find out. holding off on any firm thoughts about him until i see if we get any more detail but either way he's interesting. certainly a guy ever. very endearing i like him

[italeean]

Hello! ~

First things first, congrats for the followers milestone! You have such a lovely work and I'm sure your blog will only get bigger and bigger from now on! 🥰💖

Now, for the event (if it's still open), may I request ler!Levi and lee! Eren with the 10th prompt on your list? 👀 I'm quite sure I could hear Levi's voice when I read that, heheh

Anyway, wish you all the success in the world! And, again, congratulations! ❤

A/N: Hi!! How're you doing? 🥰 Thanks for the prompt, it was the first time I got the chance to write for aot and with a great pair!! (Fun fact: I like Levi, my sister likes Eren, I call my sister Brat and I have her saved in my contacts as Brat... the cycle is complete lol) I really hope you enjoy it!! Also... thanks for your compliments, your words were really flust- *AHEM* I mean, flattering >/////////< Anche il tuo blog è meraviglioso e molto interessante 💚🤍❤️ (You blog is marvelous and really interesting as well)

Drabble Event Day 10

"Jäger, did you make your bed this time?" Levi exasperated voice resonated through the house where the captain and the new recruits were hiding. "No sir, I didn't." The boy replied almost with no shame "And I don't see the importance of it, why should I make it if I'm gonna use it tonight? It's gonna get messy again..." He complained.

"For the umpteenth time, the order in someone's mind manifests itself through the order in their home. If there's no order here, there's no order in our brains. How are we supposed to think of a plan in these condit-" The older man laid his eyes on something he wished he hadn't seen. "What. Is. This?!" He was getting more and more furious by every second, facing the enormous pile of pans abandoned and completely dirty.

"Oh, you mean the pans?" Eren asked, a bit stupidly to be honest. "No, I meant the beams of the ceiling... yes of course I mean the pans you fool!" The shorter man yelled while flicking his subordinate's forehead. "I told you to wash these right after lunch, now it's gonna be a pain to make the dirt come off..!" He scolded the younger guy.

"But sir, there's no problem at all. We don't need these to make dinner and we'll have all the time in the world tomorrow morning to wash them." The brunette explained, whining a bit because he thought he was being reprimanded for a trivial matter. But for Levi it was the final straw.

"That's it you little brat! How do you like this?" With one swift move, he brought the recruit to the ground, pinned his wrists above your head and dug in his sides without mercy. "Wha- cahahaptaihin whahahat ahare yohohohou dohohohoing??" The teal-eyed guy squealed while letting out a string of childish giggles.

"What does it look like to you?" Levi scoffed, both annoyed and lowkey amused at the same time "I'm tickling you. Since we don't know when the enemy will make a move, I can't beat you to a pulp because you would waste your regeneration capabilities. However I won't let your laziness slide without a proper punishment, and this method seems quite fitting." He moved to his ribs with his free hand, watching the boy struggle and flail his legs pointlessly.

"Thihihihihis ihihihis ehembahahaharrasshihing!!" Eren whined, blushing at the thought of being tickled by the one and only Humanity's Strongest. It wasn't really the best way to work on his image and reputation as a soldier. "Good." The captain replied without saying anything else, focusing only on darting his hand all over Eren's torso, keeping him constantly guessing on where he would strike next.

"Ihihisn't thihihihis chihildihihish??" The brunette tried to convince the other to stop, but to no avail. "You call it childish now, but what if I go on until you cry? Will it still be childish then? Will it be better than washing some dishes?" Did Levi mean to tease him? The younger boy will never know, but it surely did the trick because he felt himself become ten times more flustered, and a bit panicked at the idea of being tickled for that long.

Unfortunately for him, the shorter man wasn't kidding. He kept his word and went on until he saw a tear run down Eren's cheek. Seeing that, he stopped immediately and helped the guy up. "Now do the dishes if you don't want the second round." He threatened the poor soldier.

The brunette immediately scrambled towards the sink, ready to wash all the dishes and even clean the kitchen and make his bed. Levi turned on his heels and headed to the door to make sure everyone was coming back with the wood they were supposed to pick. "Those brats..." He mumbled to himself, thinking about his time in the Underground, when he had to tickle the laziness out of his friends.

Hearing his superior mumble something, Eren turned around immediately, and in that moment he saw something he would've never thought to witness.

Was Captain Levi really smiling?

[justaduckarts]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAJSHDUSBSISBSJSHSH DUCK HOW COULD YOU DO THIS

I've finally read the most recent chapter of OWHAS and I'm heartbroken. I feel so bad for Star Holder, they're just like the rope in a tug of war with gods and people on either side, and it seems some have started pulling them in other directions too :(

Also, this is, what? The second time Eclipse has interrupted an important moment for the Star Holder? But this time I'm actually upset. I can't wait for the next chapter! You're writing is just so good, it's better than any food to ever exist or ever will exist, I'm sure.

But I've been putting off asking some questions for the sake of going through your other asks to see if anyone has asked my questions before, which has led me to forgetting my questions more than 10 times already. So I'll just do it now before I forget everything tomorrow.

You said this story has a happy ending, and I'm glad it does because my heart can't take losing anyone in this story, I've grown too attached (except for peepaw Willy and Aurelia, hate them both). Does Peepaw Willy ever get taken out of Sun? I don't know if that's the correct way to phrase the question, but that's the best I can do. And I know that that's most likely going into spoiler territory, so I understand if you can't answer that at the moment. Do we ever get to see Sun happy, like genuinely happy again? Do we ever get to experience any sweet moment with him and Star Holder? I don't like what he's become, but I know it's not him, it's the stinky rabbit. But I still want the best for him and Star Holder, I want them to get along when peepaw willy is gone. Has Pluto taught the Star Holder how to keep other gods from pulling out the star? I know she said she will while the staff is making, but I'm kinda slow, and I just wanna know if she's taught them that already.

AND LUNARRRRR! Never thought I'd simp for Lunar, given his first impression in the story and how he's been appointed by Sun to be our friend (as a distraction but still), I thought I'd only see him as a friend. But stars above, you must use magic because your writing and drawings seem to make the impossible happen. And I don't know if the burnt place Lunar showed Star Holder was their village or not, but if it wasn't, then does Star Holder ever get to see their first home again? Do they ever get to see the ocean? Do they ever get to experience childlike wonders and heal their inner child? Because I know it's broken. And do they ever get to have a familiar? And since they're a god, does that mean they get eternal life until offspring(s) happen?

Once again, your writing is amazing and this au has taken almost every part of my brain. Every time I think "Well this is already amazing, how can it get any better?" You always just come back with even more and it's so mind blowing just reading any of your works. You're doing an amazing job, I hope everything goes well for yyou, and don't forget to take breaks whenever you need, eat and stay hydrated! We'll all be here for you Duck, and thank you for blessing us with your writing. :)

Hello!

WOW this was a big ask! So many questions!! <3

I'm right there with you. Our poor star is so overwhelmed and doesn't know what to think <:(

Yeeeeah Eclipse does have some poor timing. :) A shame. <3

Yes! This story will have a happy ending... eventually. Onto your questions. <3

Does Peepaw get exorcised? Hmm.. Can't say. Too spoilery. But given that it's a 50/50 chance, the odds are good, right?

Do we ever get to see Sun happy, like genuinely happy again? Yes. :)

Do we ever get to experience any sweet moment with him and Star Holder? Also yes. Eventually. :)

Has Pluto taught the Star Holder how to keep other gods from pulling out the star? No, but it's not needed. The Star will become fully merged with the star holder over time. At that point the only way it could be taken is if the Star Holder were to die. :)

And I don't know if the burnt place Lunar showed Star Holder was their village or not, but if it wasn't, then does Star Holder ever get to see their first home again? It wasn't their village. And, yes, they will get to see their village again... Eventually.

Do they ever get to see the ocean? Do they ever get to experience childlike wonders and heal their inner child? Askin' the real questions. Yes and... yes? I'd like to think so.

And do they ever get to have a familiar? Can't say for spoiler reasons. Again, odds are good.

And since they're a god, does that mean they get eternal life until offspring(s) happen? Only if they can maintain strong bonds with at least two of the other gods <3 Even then, they don't have an unending flow of magic to sustain them. If only they had worshippers...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Thank you sm <3 <3 <3 I'm so so glad and flattered and honored and fghiopwheogeb :') <3 <3 <3

I hope these answers were fun for you and thank you for this ask! You take care, too <3

[waltwhitmansbeard]

hello! a few hours from now, the epilogue of go on, claim my heart, the my fair lady sequel, is gonna be posting, so i wanted to take a minute to thank everyone who has stopped by my lil corner of the internet to read what has become my largest writing project to date. i had no idea what i was getting myself into when i first started writing mfl, especially not half a year of feverish, near-obsessive plotting and writing and rewriting this story that would not leave me alone. a lot of things fell to the wayside as i wrote mfl and gocmh, and i don't regret any of it, because i can safely say that this is the writing that i am the most proud of.

i want to thank @romeoandjulietyouwish in particular for her graciously allowing me to play in her sandbox. no one's mind works like lis's, and as i have said before, she comes up with so many fucking stellar ideas that she leaves crumbs for the rest of us, so i'm super grateful that she's so kind about letting us take those crumbs and make them our own. mfl wouldn't exist without you, lis, so thank you, thank you, thank you.

i also could not wrap this series without calling out the two best readers a girl could ask for, @ravendruid and @crispysnake. y'all are fucking unhinged, but it is the exact energy that every writer needs to keep going. i can't tell you the number of times a drabble or chapter posted that i wasn't particularly fond of that you two completely changed my opinion about. you two are the kindest, most enthusiastic, most generous readers, and i'm so lucky that you're also my friends. please continue to be absolutely batshit in my tags; it's the only thing that keeps me going.

(also @otterlycaleb made fucking ART about this shit, what the fuck what the fuck what the FUCK—)

a hopefully but probably not quick note about the future of mfl: today, like literally right now, i am in the middle of my first day of work at a brand new job, one that will require me to move my entire life halfway across the country, back to my hometown. it is big and scary and exhilarating and everything i've been hoping for, and i feel so, so lucky. this does mean that for the next little bit, while i learn a new job and pick up my shit and drive cross-country, i will probably be less able to write long or short fics, so i hope y'all don't mind me shutting up for the first time in forever. that being said, while i have absolutely no plans to write a third installment in the mfl 'verse, that doesn't mean there isn't more to say (as y'all will find out in like three and a half hours lol). i fully plan on still writing tmwiw drabbles set before, during, and after mfl/gocmh, and i will still be accepting prompts and requests for drabbles set in this 'verse until i say otherwise. mfl will always occupy an inordinate amount of my brain space, and i refuse to not share that with y'all.

additionally! starting very soon (like, maybe tomorrow? we'll see how busy i am, lol), i will be posting to ao3 the entirety of the mfl 'verse in chronological order. every chapter, one-shot, and drabble, in the order that they happened. another massive shout-out to @ravendruid for being my own personal lore-keeper on this; she read every single mfl chapter, tmwiw drabble, and one-shot to help me get this shit in order. the ao3 work will be titled i've come a long, long way (also from "my fair lady" by kaleo, are we seeing a pattern here?), and the plan is to post five chapters a day until the whole thing is up (although, again, with the moving this might get a lil wibbly wobbly). there will be some additional proofreading edits to these chapters (sometimes i can't spell!!) but nothing about the substance of these chapters will change, so this is just for people who like their stories to be told chronologically (fucking weirdos). this work will only be available on ao3, although it will be linked on my mfl masterpost.

ok, i think i am done for now. i have taken up enough of your time, in so many more ways than one. thank you again, if you read every single installment of the mfl saga or if you just read a paragraph. all of it means the world to me, and i know i never would have continued past the first chapter if i weren't part of such a wonderful, loving, generous, brilliant community. i've only been watching critical role for just over a year now, part of the fandom for even less than that, and i can't believe i haven't always had y'all in my life. please continue to love and support each other, and thank you for loving and supporting me.

[brunchbitch]

thought i would do an update since it's been a while!

9/27/23

things are going well with settling in to seattle! i'm doing lots of wedding stuff - got measured for my dress and had a makeup trial last week so it's starting to feel real! 10 months from today! next steps are sending out save the dates and deciding on catering, which will be fun bc we get to taste test everything.

a is doing well! he is taking a creative writing course that starts this week, and hockey starts this week as well. the seattle kraken have an adult league with over 100 teams (!!). he had tryouts (i almost wrote auditions lol) a couple weeks ago and got placed in the second highest division! i'm excited to go see some games, but the first one is tomorrow night at 10:45!!!! so if that's any indication of average game times, maybe i won't make it lol.

it has been raining every day for about five days now... it's reminding me of one of the hardest parts of living in seattle. i need to invest in a happy lamp and get some vitamin d.

as for the job front, i'm feeling frustrated and, before calling the DOH this morning, very confused about my path towards being a licensed independent clinical social worker (licsw). the requirements are pretty different in seattle. you start out getting licensed as a social worker associate advanced (lswaa), which basically means i have the necessary education but haven't gotten required post grad supervision to apply for the next level, which is a licensed advanced social worker (lasw). i'm required to obtain 3200 hours of supervised experience under an licsw which, full time, would be about a year and a half. then i apply to be an lasw, and once i'm approved i can take my sw generalist exam. THEN to become an licsw, i need 4000 additional supervised hours (~2 years full time). so 3.5 years working full time before i can get my licsw, and then have to take the clinical exam. in ma, it would've taken 2 years to get my licsw. i'm not sure why wa state requires so much more, but it explains why the pay ranges have been higher than what i expected.

i've been studying for the exam, bc that's what would be the next step in boston. so that was wasted time lol. hopefully some of it will stick in my brain so i'm not starting from square one when i start studying again in ~a year and a half. so now i really need to just focus on getting a job. i've had one interview and they never even got back to me. i probably would've turned down the job anyway (not exactly what i was looking for - a lot of independent time and not much of an ability to collaborate with other social workers, which i think is important being a new grad), but it still would've been nice to be offered the job lol. i've been getting so discouraged but trying to remind myself that something will work out eventually. even if i hate the job, i can stick it out until i get my supervised hours at least. and then i can look elsewhere.

i have a screening today for a job that is pretty close by my house. it's a primary care center that serves a lot of people who have high resource needs. i was hoping for a more acute setting (like inpatient hospital), but it does seem some of the patients would be pretty acute. so we'll see how the screening goes.

mental health is good - i've really appreciated being able to see L again. still smoking a shit ton, which concerns her, but trying to do better this week.

luna and lia are good - they've definitely adjusted. lia is sleeping on top of her cat tree right now hehe. unfortunately luna is getting a dental done at the vet right now and she had to have two tooth extractions :(. she's had several extractions before due to resorptive lesions, but the last few years her teeth have been good so i was hoping they wouldn't have to take any out. so she'll be on pain medication for a few days, but she's been through that before. i'm going to shower her with love when she gets home!

[aidenlyons]

Mr H has been visiting the cafe more. But only because he finds it easier to write there.

R: Hey, you're back.

Mr H: Good morning. I won't be able to stop by for a while, so I suppose I had to get my fix. Should you be sitting?

R: Eh, I have a break. Where are you going?

Mr H: I'm chaperoning the Senior Class' trip to Mt. Komorebi.

R: Oh, that sounds awesome! Well, maybe not the chaperoning part. I have a hard enough time with my sister.

Mr H: You have a sister?

R: Oh. Hah. Yeah. She's a Junior. Kenzie. I'm her guardian.

R: She's awesome though, I promise. Just a little scatter brained.

Mr H feels like he's grown a soft spot for orphans in the last year. At least this one is more age-appropriate.

R: Anyway. Mt Komorebi. That'll be fun, right?

Mr H: I think it will be, they're all good kids.

R: Sooo... how long will you be gone?

Mr H: Just a week. I'm sure there's plenty I won't get to see.

Ryan gives Mr H sort of a coy look, doing his best to be subtle.

R: Gonna bring back your favorite barista a souvenir?

Subtle. Right. Try again, Ryan.

Mr H chuckles at how sweet Ryan is.

Mr H: Maybe I will, if you're good.

Shit. That just slipped out. He hopes Ryan doesn't think he's weird. The young man smiles but hesitates.

R: And.. how would you know?

Mr H gulps: Well.. maybe you could text me. Tell me about your day.

Exchanging numbers. Success! Ryan sees this as a good sign. So Matt (he insisted being called that) is a little older than him. He's super hot.

R: I can do that. My life is pretty boring though.

Mr H: That's alright. I've had exciting. I could do with a little boring.

R: Well, I'm your man.

Mr H: I'm sure you're more interesting than you think.

R: I guess you'll have to find out. So when do you leave?

Mr H: Tomorrow. We'll travel and get acclimated most of Saturday. Then next Saturday we'll come back.

Ryan sighs: Text me when you arrive. Or I'll worry. I gotta get back to work now.

Mr H: I will. Go ahead, don't let me keep you.

R: You need anything?

Mr H: Not right now. Thank you, Ryan.

Ryan smiles, Matt doesn't often use his name, and gives him a jaunty wink as he leaves.

[5eraphim]

hey all! for the record i do plan on doing a kinktober-adjacent writing project and post 31 fics/headcanon posts during the month of october, but something came up today and im gnna post the first fic tomorrow, i might have something small ready later tonight and post a *tentative* list of the fics prosed for week 1.

ive always wanted to participate in a kinktober project, and i dont think theres ever been a more apt time to try than this year! however, i'll lay my cards on the table here and be very upfront so as not to get anyones hopes up/disappoint anyone- my brain and schedules do not mix, so most likely its not going to be a one a day thing and more a matter of 2 or 3 one day and a few of nothing. also i'm gonna announce projects on a week by week basis to avoid having to commit to a month-long plan of action.

if all goes well i think i'll try this again in december, but like i said, we'll see how this goes.

im also probs gonna put requests on hold by the end of the week to buckle down and push through the backlog. ive been enjoying writing a lot more lately so thats really nice, and i hope to ride out this a little longer (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

hope everyone's first of october is going well

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[dragonrider9905]

Hi hope you don't mind if I'm on anon, it's @frostycatblr-fandom-files, I just hate having to use my main for these kinds of ask games sometimes! >.<

Question 25 and/or question 18 for the fanfic writer ask game~

Hi Frosty!!! Sorry it took me a while, but here it is! and I definitely don't mind it is Anon :) @frostycatblr-fandom-files always happy to see you pop up on the dash! <3

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

GREAT ONE!!!! Boy, I don't know...Sometimes I'm like "eh, ew, I wrote this?" and other times I'm like "Damn, I wrote this!!!!" I know I have a lot I like...one that is jumping out to me right now is from my Tech x OC series Technically, We're in Love, Part two Battle of Witts:

“Echo faced something cruel. Cruelty is never stupid. If cruelty makes you afraid, your fear isn’t stupid either.”

Another is from 'Though Broken, We'll Mend Each Other' in the Hunter Stress Journal series:

"So Hunter scribbled until the sun came up over Ord Mantell and the few birds that ventured into the polluted city started to sing. He wrote about what he saw in the dream, how he felt, what happened, and how a small traitorous part still blamed himself for what didn’t actually happen."

ok, now you have me going, I hope you don't mind :D but I keep going, wait! Here's another :D

"Death's Darling Daughter" this passage here:

“The future is uncertain. If we all survive to the end of the war, many things could change. Don’t press on the future what is currently true today. Today clones are not—” she sighed, “people in the eyes of many but that doesn’t mean that it will be like that tomorrow. Look ahead, but not too far you can’t see one step in front of you. Look in front of you but don’t be blinded from what lies ahead.”

and Basically the whole intro from The Days We Hold Dear, but especially:

"Maybe, just maybe, the pieces of their lives which were so broken could be put back together again in a new and beautiful way. Even though there were many reasons to grieve, Omega gave them more reasons to find joy, hope for a future, and find peace in the present. Even though the shards of a shattered life were scattered, never to be returned, a new stained glass window could be made just as lovely as the last."

--that was way more than what you asked, sorry!

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

Heh. Heh. Heh. Yes, many times. With my angst. You know I like writing angst ;P and I have to say sometimes I stop and pause like "wow, I think I just hurt my own feelings, wow" XD "tell me it's going to be ok, brain? Right? Right. We said it was going to be a happy ending, right?" Yeah, my brain can be bad to me ;D

Writer Ask Game

[bylightofdawn]

So I saw a car drive down the road when I went out to feed the ferals tonight, I went down and looked, didn't see any road closed signs so I am ASSUMING tomorrow I should be able to leave my house to go to HEB. Surely city workers aren't going to be working on the weekend, right?

In before the universe clowns on me tomorrow and I wake up to more construction noises and people actually resurfacing the roads. It's weird, I didn't get like....ANY notice in my mailbox that I saw. No sign on my door either which I know the utilities company will do at least whenever they have to do service to the water or electric and there's some kind of interruption.

You'd think if they were going to close the roads I would have at least gotten something in the mail surely?

Meeeeeeeeeeh. I guess we'll find out tomorrow.

Taking two days off of work this week was definitely the right decision. I was a lot less stressed and worn out today. Let's hope it was just sleep deprivation because I really don't like or want to have to be taking mental health days every bloody month. I"m going to be chewing through my vacation hours quicker than I can accrue them if that's the case.

Alright I'm going to go concentrate on writing and NOT looking at more hot fanart of D&D characters. Someone pointed out Chris Pine's character name is Edgin and I am just DED. Because it's not pronounced like edging but it sure is spelled similarly enough for my '13 year old boy brain' which is typically where my emotional maturity level when it comes to most anything sexual lays. aka it resides in the gutter. Also apparently his ship name with Xenk is Xedgin which just looks like a 90's edgelord usenet name on top of it everything else and I just cannot take anything about this pairing seriously. And I am desperately trying to avoid just breaking and going to AO3 to see what no doubt terrible fanfic offerings there are to be found. I doubt there's anything SUPER GREAT because it's a new canon and usually it's like...mediocre at best and then you check in after a year and there's a couple of really good fanfics. I could be just prejudging but I've been a fanfic reader for a long-ass time even before I started to put out my own mediocre fanfic offerings. But if I am incorrect, please let me know.

I am also fighting the urge to take a dive into my dumpster of Artemis/Jarlaxle fics because talking about Forgotten Realms got me all kinds of nostalgic for my favorite trashy 'antihero/villain depending on how ol' Sal is feeling when he writes them' duo.

BUT I AM GOING TO TRY AND RESIST THE SHINY NEW HYPERFIXATION AND WRITE.