#im gonna write short snippet

[ellitx]

I crave for venti. I wanna marry venti.

[wikiangela]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @diazsdimples @theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @tizniz 💖

a lil bit of the leg pain fic bc I need to write a couple of paragraphs more and then it's gonna be done! and then it needs to be edited lol busy day today but istg I'll post it by thursday! (which is when I leave on vacation and not taking my laptop with me haha)

also, I still have quite a few asks from the make me write game and I will answer them all, just need to finish this one first hah

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“Especially then.” Tommy grins, but then his smile turns into something gentler and softer. “You know you’re not, right? Too much for me, whatever that means?” His entire palm is cupping the side of Buck’s face now, and he looks serious, while still fond, his gaze so intense Buck kind of wants to look away, but finds it impossible, those blue eyes working like magnets. “I adore you. Evan. All of you. I want to know all the good, all the bad, and everything in between, and I want to- to cherish all of it.” He says, and Buck catches the hesitant moment, like he wanted to use a different word and had to take a moment to settle on this one. There’s a giddy, excited, hopeful spark igniting in his chest. “I already told you I want you, and that includes all of you. If you let me in.”

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[monstrsball]

Iwaizumi doesn't know what to think when he finds his boyfriend in the entry way of their apartment, soaked from head to toe and clutching his jacket to his chest.

"I'm home." Suga says with a sheepish grin while he clumsily tries to get his shoes off without using his hands.

“You’re soaked,” Iwaizumi frowns, pushing his wet bangs back out of his face and eyeing the barely noticeable trembling of his shoulders. “Why aren’t you-”

Suga’s jacket meows.

Suga frowns down at the jacket in his arms. “You were supposed to let me do the talking first.” He says lightheartedly, his words are met with another slightly more indignant meow.

“Koushi, we talked about this.” Iwaizumi says.

“It’s raining, Hajime. The poor thing was soaked, I couldn’t just leave her out there.” Suga says, his tone soft. “Can we just keep her here for tonight? Until it stops raining? And then I’ll take her to the shelter.”

Iwaizumi wants to stand firm but his resolve slowly melts away when he looks at the cat again. She’s shivering just as much as Suga, the now soaked jacket likely not helping her keep warm. She’s nuzzling into his chest in search of warmth and it tugs at Iwaizumi’s heartstrings. 

He glances back at the door to the balcony. Still raining. 

“Okay,” Iwaizumi relents. “She can stay for tonight. Until it stops raining.” 

He has a nagging feeling that ‘for tonight’ is going to turn into indefinitely but the pure joy lighting up Suga’s face distracts him from this fleeting thought. 

“Yeah, yeah. You need to get out of those clothes.” Iwaizumi reaches out to take the cat from Suga’s arms. She's oddly compliant for a stray. “I’ll dry her off and get her some food and water. I think we have some canned tuna in the cabinet.”

“Ooh,” Suga whistles, gently depositing the little tabby into Iwaizumi’s open arms. “You hear that, baby? He’s spoiling you.” He coos. 

“It’s the only thing we have,” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, readjusting his grip once he has the cat safely in his arms. She nuzzles into the newfound warmth immediately.

[starlooove]

The woobification of Gotham rogues needs to be studied

[nyx-aira]

Because the dear @signoraviolettavalery was craving some vampire!bojan content I continued this little (well not little anymore oops) snippet of Jan and his long hair

Yesssss! Bojan feels so guilty for not noticing but also is so grateful for Jure and how Jan can open up to him. To someone that is not above him in standing (although technical he still would be probably because I think the older brides have more "power")

And the dress thing yes yes yes

The sun was shining bright as Jan and Bojan arrived at Martin's castle. Many summer days were spent together and no matter how much Jan tried to protest sometimes they always arrived before sundown, Bojan explicitly stating he wanted Jan to spend some time with Jure out in the sun. And even though he'd never admit it out loud, he loved the hours with Jure just sitting on the terrace or exploring the gardens of the manor.

When they arrived Jure was already sitting outside under a big apple tree, waving at Jan and Bojan while Bojan hurried inside the open doors to the library to greet Martin. Jure was wearing a light summer dress, white with blue flowers and bows as straps. The dress was moving with the wind and speed as Jure ran up to Jan and wrapped him in a hug as warm as the sun itself.

"You look stunning." He said against his ear and rested his head on Jan's shoulder.

Jure, as Jan had found out once he had been able to let his guard down around him, absolutely loved physical contact and Jan's heart always swelled with pride whenever Jure gave him one of his warm hugs or nudged his arm or even, on very rare occasions, kissed his cheek.

That's why Jan wanted to smile at his compliment, tell him how absolutely amazing he looked and spend a lovely day outside and then have a great night with his husband and Martin. But he couldn't. Because as sincere as the compliment was it still made his skin crawl somehow. The deep purple dress he was in had off the shoulders sleeves and a long slit up his thigh, it was of a lighter material, yes, but the wine red corset was making it difficult to breathe, his vision swimming as he remembered the last time he wore that dress.

And how it had ended.

"Jan?" Jure's voice ripped him out of his panic. Blue eyes stared at him with so much care and worry.

"What's wrong?" He asked and Jan couldn't speak, he just wanted the dress gone, subconsciously pulling at his corset. Off off off.

Jure's eyes turned soft as they tracked his movement and a gentle hand stopped him from worrying the fabric even more.

"C'mon, let's go upstairs and get changed, mmh." He said and gently pulled Jan along, knowing exactly what was going on without Jan saying anything. Jure was a gift he didn't deserve.

Jure's chambers were messy, closet open and dresses strewn around as papers fluttered in the breeze of the open window.

"Can you get out on your own or do you want me to help?" He asked and Jan just nodded, hoping Jure would catch what he was implying. His hands were shaking so much he probably could even do anything without help at the moment.

Slowly Jure undid the laces, his hands careful not to wrap around his waist and Jan wanted to cry even more at that. Slowly the bodice slipped down to the floor and finally he was able to breath again.

Jure gently made him sit down and soon a weight settled besides him.

"You know," Jure started, "before Martin I had never worn a dress before."

He looked down, playing with the stitched on flowers of his dress.

"But being a bride, getting married, changed everything. There were rules to obey and one of them was the dresses."

Jan saw Jure starting to fidget with his wedding ring.

"I had always been a bit different and although it was new and something unknown I had learned to love it. Turned it into something that was me."

He stared at his ring with a loving gaze.

"I'm wearing this because it makes me feel safe and comfortable, not because someone told me to. And Martin thinking I look pretty is just another plus." He winked.

"But even if he thought it was the ugliest piece of clothing known to mankind I would still wear it and he would let me. Because it is my decision. It is my body."

That was what broke Jan. Ugly sobs ripping out of his chest, crying for all the years he had never had a choice, had been nothing but a doll, there to be dressed up just for it to be ripped off again some time after. He grieved for all the things he could never do, the autonomy he never had and the decisions that were never his to make. And Jure was there. Jure with his warm smile and gentle hands, soothing voice and so much love for him, Jan once again thought he didn't deserve him.

It took a while for him to calm down again, for the sobs to subside and the tears to stop rolling. But when he was calm again, Jure gently pulled him to his closet, filled with all the types of dresses one could imagine and more.

And out of the depths of silks and satins he pulled something that Jan couldn't describe as anything other than what it was. Perfect.

A pair of flowy light pants, a deep rich earthy brown with a small golden butterfly stitched onto the waistband and a white blouse with long ruffled sleeves and see-through details, closed with a row of neat ivory buttons. It was stunning.

Jan held his breath as Jure closed the last button, never ever having felt so light in his life. Tears were blurring his vision as he looked at himself in the mirror, Jure's gentle hand placing a flower from his nightstand behind his ear. It wasn't perfect, two of the leaves already welting and not symmetrical. But those imperfections made it perfect.

"I must correct myself," Jure whispered from where he was standing besides Jan with a small smile on his face, "before you looked stunning, now you look simply not from this world."

Any other time these compliments would've made Jan's skin crawl, the intention behind them making him swallow down his tears and soldier on. But from Jure he knew they were sincere, that he meant every word. Once again tears fell this evening as Jan pulled him into his arms, feeling so grateful for the companion he had found in him.

"Thank you." He whispered as they pulled apart and Jan looked into teary blue eyes.

"You're glowing, Jan, and it is such a good look on you."

And as Bojan and Martin sat in the library they suddenly heard laughter ringing through the corridors as a grinning Jure slid into the room, laughing as he ran out into the garden, Jan close behind and chasing him as they ran towards the lake at the far end of the garden, their laughter echoing loud and clear through the trees.

Bojan couldn't believe it, slowly turning to Martin with tears brimming in his eyes.

"Am I dreaming?" He whispered as his eyes tracked the now small silhouettes disappearing into the endless gardens.

"Martin, tell me I'm not dreaming." He pleaded as he looked at Martin wide eyed.

"You're not." He said, voice breaking as he tried to see his Jure once again making a miracle come true.

"How does he do it?" Bojan asked as he looked outside in awe.

"I don't know," Martin mused, fondly twirling his wedding ring, "you and I both know he always had a way with people."

Martin carefully put down the wine glass that was threatening to slip out of Bojan’s fingers.

"But it isn't only him that is making Jan finally dare to explore himself again. It's you too, Bojan." Martin said and continued as Bojan just looked at him.

"If he wouldn't feel like you would support his decisions, he wouldn't be seduced to mischief and trying out new things by Jure. Without you showing him he can explore, he wouldn't do it with Jure."

Martin pulled Bojan into his arms and softly brushed a tear from his cheek.

"You're doing an amazing job, my little flower."

[deckofaces]

Continuing the Cycle

Tw: whump, violence, a knife, possible implied death, mentions of past abuse/manipulation, creepy/intimate whumper(????), implied whumpee turned whumper(also ????)

This is pretty short but here you go

“I’m nothing like you,” Whumpee snarled, “I never will be.”

Whumper chuckled at them. The once fragile thing came to them holding a knife to kill them. Oh how amusing it was to watch.

“Oh but darling-“

“Don’t call me that,” Whumpee hissed.

“Right,” Whumper smirked. “Whumpee, you don’t even realize it, but I’ve molded you to become just like me. You a few years ago wouldn’t even have had the heart to hold a knife to someone.”

“This is revenge for you hurting me! This isn’t the same as what you do!”

“Ah, but how many other throats has that knife seen? You enjoy their pain, do you not?” Whumper questioned, their grin only growing as the Whumpee racked their head for anything to argue with. 

“That’s- that’s not the point, it is different! This is different! Stop it with your ridiculous mind games!” Whumpee despaired.

“You relish in their pain, don’t you?”

“I said stop!”

“Doesn’t others' suffering give you so much satisfaction?”

“I’m done with this conversation!”

“A person becomes so malleable when you have a blade in your hand.. isn’t that right Whumpee?”

“It doesn’t matter!” Whumpee practically screamed. They lunged forward and held their knife to Whumper’s neck. 

Instead of giving a fearful reaction, they only chuckled. “My.. you really are so similar to me..” they paused before looking Whumpee in the eyes with the same smile as before. “Well, get on with it.”

“Get on with what?”

“Kill me,” Whumper said simply.

“W-what?” They faltered, hardly expecting those words to come out of their mouth.

“Continue the cycle and kill me.”

[spacedykez]

yknow how people just put a dot and then vent in tags for vent posts i should just start putting "i'm not fine" lyrics as the post cause. yeah thats just a whole mood.

[hoshinasblade]

second best |3| hoshina soshiro

PART 1 | PART 2 | BONUS: PART 3

pairing: hoshina soshiro x f!reader genre: slight angst, comfort, childhood friends to lovers, a bit of that miscommunication trope snippet: hoshina soshiro always ranks second at everything in his life. god forbid he falls behind in the bid for your heart too. word count: 2k trigger warnings: a bit suggestive at the end author's note: i promised a part three so here it is, hope you guys like it! likes, replies, and reblogs are welcome but im begging you not to copy or steal my works. feel free to sign up for my taglist (which i swear im gonna use on the next fic lol), and i appreciate when people send me asks so let me know your thoughts (or send me hoshina pics, that'd be great too). my masterlist is here! also i gotta let you know that i might put the next fic on hold because i am so tempted to start a short nsfw collection instead - just one-shots so it won't be a lot of commitments. who knows cause i might write angst and nsfw at the same time 😉

soshiro's hands were trembling. you noticed because it has not happened in a while - you cannot even recall the last time you've seen the man nervous, much less shaking. you were going to himeji that morning; hoshina had snatched your backpack from you - "when i said i would make it up to ya, i mean in every way i can," he said, sounding gentle and sincere that your only choice was to let him carry your belongings and blush as he also intertwined his fingers with yours while walking.

there is this story you have been hearing for a while - the red string theory, it is called. according to it, people who are destined to be together will always find each other despite everything and anything. when you were a kid, instead of thinking it romantic, you rather thought it is frightening - fate is a difficult enemy to go against: if it is meant to be, then it will be eventually. when you grew up, you held that belief as a prayer - it means that whoever is the one chosen for you may get lost on their way to you, but they will always - always - arrive.

you glanced at hoshina soshiro and you knew you were right to believe.

it was roughly a four-hour journey from tachikawa to himeji by train, and during the entire ride, even when he fell asleep for a short while, your boyfriend did not let go of your hand. you complained about your palms being sweaty as a joke, and he only loosened his hold. you understood - he is making it up to you, but he is also making up for all the wasted time.  

"we're almost there," you told him when he startled from his nap. his bangs were slightly messy, and he bumped his head to your shoulders. "comfy," he hummed. you giggled.

you are still trying to navigate through dating a high-ranking officer of an anti-kaiju defense force unit. relationships aren't strictly forbidden but still frowned upon, which was a little bit of an issue between you and soshiro when you had a proper and long-overdue conversation about what you guys were. confessing is one thing, but when being friends is all you've known your whole life, you know adjustments are supposed to be made here and there.

 which brings you and him back to your hometown.

he didn't exactly disagree with you, but you are aware he had his reservations about the idea of visiting himeji. "oh i'm pretty sure soichiro-kun would be surprised," you said when you were still planning the trip. "yes, we should kiss in front of him and give him a heart attack," soshiro suggested, and you weren't hundred-percent sure he was just joking. maybe you didn't want him to be.

when the streets started to look familiar, soshiro noted the sudden bounce in your pace. you and he have walked in the same alley years ago - he would wait for you after class and would even make up some ridiculous excuse so you could go home together. "i used to pretend to be tired way back just so i could convince you to slow down. i wanted to spend so much time with you," you reminisced.

"i should have known ya were head-over-heels for me," he teased.

"they miss ya, soshiro-kun. ya don't have anything to worry about." the change in topic wiped the smirk off his face. he was suddenly serious, sad even. there was a part of you that regretted saying the words, but he had to hear it - you only wanted to reassure him after all.

"just that i haven't been here for a long while", he said, squeezing your hand. "i don't know if they think this place is still my home."

"ya need to have faith in the people you care about, soshiro-kun. ya need to trust that they care about ya too," you solemnly advised. "i know that doesn't make any sense sometimes, but that's how i do it."

"have i told ya i love you so much?" he responded, to which you smiled.

"only a thousand times," you joked once more.

the hoshina estate is a spacious one - you have to pass through an automated black gate that directs you to the main house, the cobblestone path lined with cherry blossom trees, their delicate petals swirling when the wind blows gently; the grandeur of the home soshiro grew up in is undeniable with its traditional japanese architecture. a man with striking features and an aura of authority was waiting at the entrance, waiting for his son.

“father,” soshiro greeted the man, bowing deeply.

“an embarrassment that your friend will be the one to bring you home when you could have done it a long time ago,” soshiro’s father scolded him. his stare at soshiro was that of disappointment, which quickly disappeared when he looked at you. “ah, my dear, come on in, hurry, come on in,” he turned and said to you, inviting you in. the hoshina patriarch had always been fond of you - soshiro’s parents had wanted a daughter and they found one in you.

soshiro rolled his eyes. “my father’s favorite child is my girlfriend, great,” he muttered.

the maids made you a great dinner, cooking soshiro’s favorite food per his father’s request. conversation was light, and it was apparent that the old hoshina wanted to catch up so badly on how his son was doing, inquiring in consecutive questions about soshiro’s rank in the unit, his experiences so far, and his long-term plans in staying with the force. soshiro’s replies are detailed, but you know he intentionally did not mention all the instances where he almost died fighting.

soshiro’s father regaled you both with stories of soshiro’s childhood antics - “do ya remember, my dear, when soshiro tripped and fell on his face after training with soichiro? we were so worried, but he only fell asleep,” he recited the memory as if it was just yesterday., his kansai accent thick on his words. the tension that had lingered in the air had dissipated as you finished your meal.

“i had the guest room prepared for ya so ya can rest for tonight,” soshiro’s father had said when his son cut him off.

“no, we can sleep together,” soshiro declared, and thinking it might have sounded improper, he spoke again. “beside each other, i mean. in my room. because we’re tired. from travelling all day," he attempted to clarify but failed.

“ah, may i look forward to a grandchild soon from ya two?” color drained from your face as you slowly closed your eyes. you fought off a laugh but failed.

“ya may, but we aren’t doing that here of all places,” soshiro argued just as his father had turned his back on the both of you, amused with himself. at least now you know where soshiro got his sense of humor.

the hot shower felt great against your tensed muscles, and if you weren’t that exhausted, you would have opted for a bath instead. soshiro wanted to speak to his father alone, so when he ushered you inside his childhood bedroom, he’d let you know that he would be gone while you were cleaning yourself up. you were relieved; you haven’t seen your own father since you were a teenager, and it would be a shame to see it happening to the person you care about the most, not if you can do something about it. and this is not to say that you wanted to fix soshiro’s life - you pointed this out to him once - but he’s had a terrible habit of holding back and assuming the worst, so you had decided that if you could help him out, you would push him to the right direction.

“didn’t ya pack clothes?” his eyes were on you immediately after he came in, finding you on the bed with your phone, wearing his shirt.

“i did, but yours look better,” you replied, holding your arms out and showing him how oversized it is on you - the sleeves are passed your elbows, the hem reaching the middle of your thighs.

“they look better on ya, i agree.” he sat on the mattress for a few moments before lying down, his legs dangling off the edge of the bed. “ya all good?”

“i am,” you said to him. “especially because i scanned yer photos when ye're still little while ya were gone,” you informed him then showing him a folder you created in your device - baby hoshina soshiro folder, you named it - full of duplicates you made of the framed pictures of your boyfriend all over the house. there’s one where he didn’t have any hair at all; there’s one where he was close to crying but appeared to be keeping the tears in; there’s one where he was missing a tooth but smiling like there’s no tomorrow. soshiro moved to take your phone away, but you were quicker than him.

“this is payback, for all the times ya weren’t talking to me.” you were alluding to the three long months when you were still an applicant to the defense force and soshiro acted like you were a stranger. he had apologized for it already, but it is nice to make fun of him sometimes so you brought it up. “that hurt my feelings, ya know.” you laid down beside him, invading his personal space, your shoulders touching his.

“i was stupid”, he said. “and it’s not like i could have come up to ya and said, hey i’m sorry for leaving ya in himeji, by the way i’m crazy for ya.”

“and all those times i thought ya had something with commander ashiro, oh god!” you exclaimed for effect. “by the way, the other recruits thought the same.”

“it’s not like that between her and me.” his gaze on you was brief. “it’s not like that with anyone else.”

“it better not be, because i’m leaking all yer baby photos to the first division if ya mess up,” you threatened him despite not needing to.

“i promise, i won’t.” he grabbed your hand from your side and linked it with his, cradling it to his chest before bringing it to his lips. “i’m not that stupid.”

soshiro’s childhood room was what you would expect from a teenage boy: a king-sized bed, a bookshelf of manga, a cabinet showcasing knives and blades. you never had the opportunity to enter his room even when you were kids, you realized. you looked up to the ceiling and you saw green dots that formed shapes - makeshift constellations, you recognized the patterns - little plastic stickers that you glue to surfaces. “are those supposed to be stars?”

soshiro sighed, his arm on top of his face. “yeah, uh - remember when uh - i think that was in junior high, and ye're so into astronomy? i thought it’d be a good idea to know the names of the stars to impress ya, so i started trying to memorize them.”

you shifted to face him, speechless. maybe if you had known this, if you had known the other things you are certain now that soshiro had done and was willing to do for you, you wouldn’t have wasted years questioning your place in his life and deciphering his feelings. a wave of warmth washed over you as you reached out and lifted his arm off his face, meeting his eyes.

soshiro’s lips felt as soft as it looks like, you thought as you kissed him. you pushed yourself into him, and he pulled you tighter until it seemed there was not enough air for you to breathe - until your chests were pressed together it was as if your hearts were beating as one. something sparked inside you; the sensation of being so close to soshiro about to consume you from within. his hand crawled to your hips and remained there. you drew back a bit after that, and when you saw the panicked look on his face, you kissed him again.

“i love you,” you told him in between pants.

the night went on, and by the end of it, hoshina soshiro discovered that his favorite sound is you moaning his name.

[samandcolbyownme]

Change of plans as a full fic

change of plans as a full fic

Change of plans as a full fic

Based on this snippet

Warnings: SMUT18+, role playing, hints at teacher x student role play, kissing, hair pulling, oral (both rec), biting, scratching, ass smacking/spanking, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, general filth, (I had to come back after writing and add a few more warnings because it got a little more dirtier than I originally intended, enjoy!)

Word Count: 2.3k | unedited

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You stood in the bathroom, making sure the costume you bought on a whim, was perfect.

Your fingers shake as you fiddle with the clip of the suspenders, your eyes locked on the waist band of your short skirt.

You were silently mustering up enough courage to just do it. Even though you know for a fact Sam will absolutely love it, there’s just a part of you that’s just always anxious and a teeny bit self conscious, but that’s normal.

This time, you were using it to try and get out of going to dinner with friends. You both had a busy week and you know he needs you like you need him.

“Babe.” Sam yells from out in the bedroom, “We gotta leave in ten.”

“Okay, baby.” You return from behind the closed bathroom door. You knew the school girl aesthetic was a fantasy of Sam’s, you talked about it while doing a truth or drink episode, but behind the scenes, ya know.

You applied the second layer of your red lipstick and pressed them together as you leaned back. You pull up your white fishnet thigh high tights as you let out a slow sigh, “Okay.”

Reaching down with a shaky hand, you pull the door open and walk out. You stop right before you round the corner, “Sam.” You whine, “Do we have to go?”

You hear Sam chuckle from in the bedroom still, “I’m afraid so baby. Im so-“

His words stop as you round the corner and his jaw drops. Yours also drops in return, mainly to the all white outfit he had on.

He was glowing. You tilt your head, “Think this is enough to make you want to stay home?” Sam’s eyes continuously rake up and down your body, “Uh huh.”

You walk over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders as you sit him down to straddle his lap

His hands rest on your waist before gliding his hand up each suspender to your chin, “Such a naughty girl.”

You nod, whimpering out as your hands drag down over his shoulders, “Mhm.” He leans back, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone.

“What are you doing?” You ask glancing from the phone in his hand to his face and he looks at you as he places the phone to his ear.

A smirk rest on his lips as he presses down onto the back of your waist and you bite your lip. You slowly start to grind down onto him as he answer the phone, “Yo, Colby. Listen man..” Sam pauses and shifts his hips forward, eyes still on yours, “Y/n is sick, like it’s.. just bad.”

You lay a hand on your mouth to stifle your laughter and Sam sighs, “So yeah.” He lays back and bucks his hips for you to continue grinding down on him, “We won’t be there tonight… No I know.”

Sam closes his eyes, biting down on his lip, trying to keep his composure as you grind harder, “It.. sucks. Y/n was looking forward to going, too. I just feel for her you know?”

You move back slightly, undoing his pants slowly and he bites down on his lip, “Yeah. That would be nice, bro. Thanks.”

You’re just about to free Sam’s cock from his boxers when you feel a hand on your wrist. You look up and Sam pulls you back into his lap, “Not following rules, I see.”

You smile and shrug, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Mr. Golbach.”

Sam smirks, “Continuing to lie even after she was caught in the act.” He hums lowly and slips his hands under your skirt to show the rest of your ass, “Looks like you need a punishment.”

He rolls you over, laying you on your back and his lips find yours. You lean your head back slightly, “Wait.” You laugh slightly, “I thought I was gonna get to be on top?”

Sam gently presses a few kisses to your exposed chest area and looks up at you, “Change of plans, sweetheart.”

He rolls you over, kissing down your neck, “You’re not being much a good girl right now, yeah?”

You shake your head, smirking, “No I haven’t, Mr. Golbach.”

“I’ll let you pick what punishment you get, mainly because you just look so fucking sexy in this outfit.” His hand slides up your outer thigh, pushing up the plaid mini skirt.

“What are my options?” You bite down on your lip as you watch his hand slide up your torso to knead your one boob.

You let out a quiet moan, arching your back slightly, “Please.”

“Well, sweetheart. You can either, not cum until I say you can, or you can get spanked. Your choice.” Sam bites his lip as his eyes scan over your face, “I’ll get enjoyment out of both.”

You smirk, letting out a sigh, “Do you want me over your knee, Mr. Golbach?”

Your words kind of caught him off guard for a second.

He clears his throat, pushing himself to sit up, “Uh huh.”

You smile as you sit up, crawling down to him before you move to stand in front of him. He places his hands on your hips, guiding you to where he wants you, which is your body draped over his thigh.

“How many do you want?”

“How many do you think I deserve?” You glance over at him and he takes a deep breath, “Fuck.”

He lifts your skirt, “We’ll go until you can’t take it anymore.”

You take a deep breath, excitement runs down your spine as you feel his hand rub over your ass before lifting up and dropping it down with a hard smack.

You whimper, tensing up slightly as he rubs over the red forming skin, “Count ‘em out for me, baby.”

“One.” You say as you brace yourself, whimpering out as his hand meets your skin, “Two.”

“Doing so good for me.” Sam praises, “Taking them so well.”

He raises his hand, dropping it down on the other side and you moan, “Three.”

“F-four.”

“Five.”

“S-si-“ You gasp out at another sudden smack, “Seven, fuck.”

“Think we can go to ten?” Sam lean over, reaching over to lift your chin, “hmm?”

You nod your head, “Y-yes.” You turn your head, “I can take it, Mr. Golbach.” You smirk slightly, but your cocky attitude was ripped away when his hand met your ass once more.

“Ei-“ you take a deep breath, “Eight.”

“Can you?” He taunts as his thumb rubs over the sensitive skin.

“Y-yes.” You lift your head, nails digging into his covered thigh, “Yes.”

Another smack causes you to whine out, almost wanting to give up, “Nine.” You breathe out, “One more. Right, Mr. Golbach?”

Sam tilts his head, “Is that attitude I sense?” You laugh slightly, “Not at all.” He purses his lips, “Hmm. Okay.” He lifts his hand and drops it down, probably the hardest smack of all, and you cry out, “F-fuck, fuck. Ten.”

Sam lifts you up, pushing you back onto the bed. He crawls up, kissing any exposed skin until he meets your lips.

Your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer, but he has other plans. He takes your arms from his body, pinning them down by your head, “Can’t watch you suck me off if you’re stickin’ to me like that.”

You smile and sit up as he moves to lay down on his back, arms propped up behind his head, “Go ahead.”

You bite your lip as you move up to your knees, moving closer to slide your hands up his thighs. You undo his belt, sliding your hand down over his bulge, which earns a buck from his hips, “Don’t tease. That’s not what I asked you to do.”

You nod, “Sorry, Mr. Golbach.”

You undo his white pants, pulling them down as he raises his hips. You throw them to the floor and slide your hands back up to peel away his boxers.

It’s almost like you’re seeing his cock for the very first time with the way your lips part.

His boxers meet his pants on the floor and you lean in, pushing your hair off your shoulders before your tongue runs up the underside of his cock.

“Shit.” Sam groans, “More, baby. I want my cock in that pretty little mouth.”

You kick your lips and give him what he wants. You lean forward, taking as much of his cock in as you can, which earns a slight gag from you.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s it.” Sam breathes out, his hand moving to lay on the back of your head, “Up and down..”

You start to bob your head, tongue swirling around, and Sam moans, “That’s it, baby. Just like- fuck. Just like that.”

Your hands find their place on your thighs, nails digging in as he pushes your head down, getting you to take him into your throat.

“That’s my girl, there we go.” Sam lifts your head, pulling you up so you’re straddling him, “Ride me.”

You reach down, pushing your panties aside before lifting up more. You reach down with your other hand holding him steady as you sink down.

His hands fly to your hips, a groan leaving his lips as you settle. Your hands press into his chest, moaning out as you slowly lift up and sink back down.

Sam lifts your skirt out of the way, holding it up with his thumbs as he resumes the grip on your waist, “Fuck, that’s it.” He looks up at you, “You’re so fucking hot.”

You smirk, brows furrowing as you pick up your pace, “Worth staying home for?”

Sam nods, “Fuck yes.”

He bucks his hips up, thrusting upward which gets you to fall forward. He slides his hand to your neck, pushing your body back up, “Uh-uh, I want to watch you cum.”

You moan at his words, your hand sliding to grip his wrist, “S-so close.” Your walls squeeze his cock as you moan louder, “Fuck, fuck, yes yes yes.”

You slam your hips down, eyes rolling back as you feel your orgasm roll into station. Sam guides you through your high before flipping over and sitting up.

He works at the buttons on his shirt, sliding it down his shoulders and you instantly reach out to drag your nails down his torso, “You’re so hot.”

He smirks as he falls forward, holding up his weight with his arm by your head, “Yeah?”

You nod, breathing out, “Yeah.” You gasp as his cock slips back into you, immediately moving into a rhythm.

“You feel so good.” Sam whispers as he presses his lips to yours. His lips attack yours, hungry for your tongue against his.

Your hands slide up, cupping his cheeks as you moan into his mouth. His hand slides up, cupping your neck, “You take me so fucking well. I love it.” His hand squeezes tighter and you whimper as your legs tighten around his waist.

“Where do you want me to cum, baby?” Sam kisses down your neck and you moan out, “Wherever you want, Mr. Golbach.”

He chuckles at your words, “Don’t tease me like that.”

“Who said I’m teasing.” You bite your lip, whimpering lowly as you squeeze his cock, “C-can I cum again?”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He pulls away, moving down to between your legs and immediately slipping two fingers into you as his lips wrap around your clit.

You gasp, back arching up off the bed as your hands move to tangle in his hair, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You look down, moaning out as you watch him work, “Y-yes.”

Sam’s fingers work you to your second orgasm, groaning as you squirt, “That’s it, baby. Fuck. I love when you do that.”

You come down from your high, breathing heavy as Sam crawls back up your body. His chin glistening as he looks down at you, “I’m coming inside of you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat and all you can do is nod.

His cock finds its way back inside and his thrusts are harsh. Moans, from both of you, are thrown around, growing louder the closer he gets, “Fuck, fuck.”

You whine, clinging to him as you feel his thrusts grow sloppy, slowly coming down as his cock starts to twitch.

You hold his face as you kiss him, feeling even closer to him now than you ever have before.

His lips never leave yours until he pulls out, flopping onto the bed next to you.

You stare up at the ceiling, pure bliss surrounding both of you.

“I think..” Sam chuckles slightly, “This was the best change of plans I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah?” You roll over and look at him with a smile. He nods, eyes moving down to your boobs, “Yeah..” he sits up, “You better get that off or else we’ll be here all night.”

“Is that a bad thing?” You tease as you sit up. Sam smirks, “I mean, no but-“

“Shower with me. That way..” you stand up and walk over to him, “..you can take it off of me.” Sam smirks, “I don’t want to rip this. I like this.”

You shrug, “I can get another one.”

And with that, the buttons to the super cropped shirt go flying and you’re pulled to the bathroom.

─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ───

This was highly requested so I hope it lives up to the standard. Let me know what you think, and as always thank you so much for reading! I love you tons! See you in the next one!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

tagged by @honestlydarkprincess (welcome back bb! <3) @buckaroosheart @spagheddiediaz 💖💖

this is so close to being done istg 😭 i just want to finish it and get back to my other wips lol

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Just as Eddie is about to suggest joining Chris in decorating, their kid’s voice reaches his ears.

“Ew, are you guys gonna stop making out and help, or do I have to do it all by myself?” he sounds half-annoyed, half-amused, as he looks at them with a scrunched up nose and a pointed look he definitely learned from Eddie. It's like looking in a mirror.

“We’re not making out.” Buck mumbles and moves away from Eddie, cheeks bright red, looking all sheepish, like a teen caught by their parents – when really it’s the other way around, which makes Eddie laugh loudly. Buck just shoots him a look, but a smile breaks out on his face anyway.

“Of course we’ll help.” Eddie just says, walking towards his kid, putting the hot chocolate on the coffee table as he walks by. “Where do you want us, boss?"

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[masao-micchi]

Hello! Has anyone written a fic inspired by your kid!Jon time travel AU? (if you allow that kind of stuff? Or are you planning on writing for it?). I'm obsessed with the AU, it's so lovely and unique! Love the idea, love the art, everything, perfection *chef kiss*. If such a fic exists, could you maybe tell us where to find it/drop a link? Thank you for your art, it always brings a smile to my face. Have a great day!

I'm gonna be honest,, I just read fics of the kid!Jon time traveller theme and I got a bit shook when they were all unfinished and I was craving for more. I just started doodling my own version to cope, one with a much more light-hearted and funny tone

And hoping that maybe my drawings might inspire tma fic writers to write more "jon time travels to his 8 year old self" fics,, i love the theme so much i dont mind reading it again and again

ALL IN ALL THIS IS JUST ME HOPING PEOPLE CAN GET INSPIRED BY MY DOODLES SO I CAN CONSUME MORE KID!JON HEALING FICS BAHAHHA IM SHAMELESS I KNOW

(i cant write my own because my thoughts are all over the place ksdjLKSKJDL i prefer drawing short snippets through comics)

ANYWAY, here are the fics that got me hooked:

1.) Too much time by Hix (180k+ words) - angtsy as fuck,,, super slow burn when it comes to jon’s relationships with others,, my fave one so far. Jon has his memories intact but elias doesnt 2.) Time is Hard by Serazimei (130k+ words) - a bit more light hearted than the first fic,, friendships are formed faster and there are a lot of sweet moments. Elias is forced to remember what he did to jon but has no plans to end the world after

3.) The Timeline of Theseus by Applea (90k+ words) - Jon doesn’t remember anything at all but is still powerful. Elias keeps him around because of his abilities 4.) A break in the clouds by Ash_ Rabbit (107k+ words) - here the real Elias keeps his body and Jonah is in James Wright. His interactions with Jon are so adorable hngg

[jesuistrestriste]

update on the soft dom!art donaldson fic:

b/c im actually writing a full fic instead of a short lil drabble (like i had originally planned to do), its not looking like it will be posted tn:,)

im a bit of a perfectionist so,, i dont want to post something im not proud of. im gonna finish writing it tonight, ill edit it/tweak it tomorrow afternoon, and it will be posted tomorrow evening !! <3

here’s a tiny snippet to give u a taste of what im working on:

*NSFW*

very excited to get this fully finished + polished up tomorrow <3

(also most of the fic is from the reader's pov, just this lil bit and a sprinkling of other tiny bits are from "his pov")

update: posted !!

[bignostalgias]

Hello!! Listen i have GOT TO KNOW what the White Winter Hymnal AU is about???

like??

It looks amazing?? The art is GORGEOUS and i am foaming at the mouth for more information about the story behind it!! And i LOVE the song by the Fleet Foxes!

But yeah pretty much im obsessed and i'd like to know more about what im obsessed about. Hope you're having a wonderful timezone and take care! <3<3<3

Thank you so much for the ask and interest in Hymnal!! ☺️❤️ it’s a slow burn of an au that’s mostly based on vibes and drawing/writing them has been so cozy for me. Have a wonderful day/night as well!!

Gonna take the lazy route and post of screenshot of me summarizing it from a little earlier this week:

Aaaaand here’s a little snippet of how the forest Hymnal is set in feels:

The forest bordering the sturdy little hamlet of Berk was rich with wonder. This was known. The dark, twisting vines and roots of the wild ended shy of the ring of protective runestones, and if a vein was cut open, it seeped glittering green sap. When venturing past Berk’s protections — which should never be done alone — the sun-dappled ground of the forest was laden with moss and lichen, ethereally soft to the touch. On fortunate endeavors, gatherers returned with newborn lambs bundled in their arms, harvested like fruit from the branches of trees. However, as beautiful as it was, the wild threat the forest posed was ever present in the minds of Berk’s people. At night, lights twinkled from the depths, will o’ the wisps casting their lures. Bobcat yowls startled children from their slumber, mistaken for a human scream. The blinking eyes of wolves, reflecting torchlight, lurking between tree trunks. The forest was hungry and wanting and demanded to be satiated.

Every so often, it was.

Hiccup knew he worried his father, his friends, the farther he strayed from home, the longer he dared to be absent past sunset. How was he to tell them the once unnerving black eyes of birch trees were keeping careful vigil over him, that the bracken and tangled foliage gently parted for him instead of barred his path?

It was well known that to avoid losing ones way, a warrior must wear his tunic inside out, watch where he stepped for stray sods, and never trust trails of weathered cairns.

Hiccup had trouble recalling the last time he’d been lost.

Eventually when Hiccup is out exploring with Toothless he meets Jack, and the plot gets ✨homosexual✨

Something something something, Jack gets his head popped off and this short comic is the result

But wahoo everything turns out fine in the end!

And here’s Kai’s extremely lovely post-canon drawing of them recovered and happy 🥹

❄️ the entire hymnal tag ❄️

[actualbird]

do you have any advice for overcoming awkwardness when writing smut? I don’t get awkward *reading* smut and thinking of writing smut fics, but when I actually sit down and write smut fics I get so awkward and feel embarrassed!! There’s no shame in writing it of course, but I specifically feel shame and im often like “agh it’s so awkward writing this level of intimacy!!”

hi anon!!! and ohhh......im not sure if my answer is gonna be helpful, because it's more of a mindset thing than it is a concrete/tangible writing tip but like

just treat smut like how you would treat any other type of story

because it is! smut is just another kind of story. some people like it, some people dont. same goes for sex. some people like it, some people dont, and while sex is an intimate act, it doesnt always have to be as well. theres friends with benefits, theres sexually active aromantic people, theres people who have sex for the fun of it. essentially, sex is like......every other act. meaning can be attached to it or not, the same way you'd attach meaning or not to the mundane act of like, eating a cake.

i think im getting off topic here kBLKSJFD but like. at least for me, what helped was stopping myself from putting smut on some kind of Special Pedestal with Different Rules. at the end of the day, it's...just another story. so i treat it like how i treat writing any other story.

mindset things aside, here are some other tips off the top of my head that might help

if the problem is intimacy, try writing other scenes that have deep physically intimate connotations. like a bubble bath together, or sharing a first kiss, or giving each other a massage. this can help in getting comfortable with writing intimacy in general, so when you take the intimacy up a notch for smut, it isn't as jarring or like you're jumping into the deep end immediately. ease your way in

if the problem is explicit-ness, i'd suggest not writing E rated fic right away and maybe starting with what would be rated M instead (going by ao3 ratings). if ever you arent familiar with the difference, this post is my FAVORITE post on differentiating M and E smut, please read it, ive screencapped it below for ease of reference.

essentially the difference is in the amount of detail and scene expansion, and with this in mind, M rated situations can be a nice training ground for working up to writing E rated situations. same rationale as my previous tip: if diving in head first is hard, then ease your way into it

another tip i have thats more collaborative is: if by any chance uve got a friend/s who you discuss fanfic ideas with.....talk about your smut ideas with them too. bounce the idea around with another person, i feel this helps make any fic idea (not just smut) much less intimidating while also having the extra bonus of fleshing out the idea even more

last tip: practice!!! you can write snippets or short scenes of smut little by little and, as the saying goes, everything gets easier with practice. not just the act itself, but also the attitude of going into it. with enough practice you'll just end up so used to writing smut that eventually you'll forget to be awkward or embarrassed about it

i realize that i just said a bunch kLJBSJD so i'll end this ask here. i hope some part of it is helpful to you!! and i wish you the best on your smut writing journey :D

[philosophiums]

hi sam!! 1, 2, 6, 8, 12, 14, 15, 17, 18, 19, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 28, 30, 42, 43, 44, 45, 47, 50, 51, 55, 57, 66 (lmhs), 71, 72, 76, 78, 79 😊 i just love picking another writer's brain hehe

KSJDBVJKDFBV MARIAM IM CRYING HELP 😂 *cracks knuckles* okay let's gooooo 💜 (there's gonna be a read more somewhere)

questions from here!

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Truly depends on the length of the wip! For short stuff that I'm confident will be under 10k, I just go in swinging. For longer stuff, I'm daydreaming constantly, even during the writing process. When I had a desk job, I would spend Work Time thinking and then write stuff out in my notes app, but now that I operate a moving vehicle for 7+ hours a day, I just spend the majority of that time Daydreaming, Thinking, and Planning for LMHS.

2. Where do you get your fic ideas?

It's about a 60/40 split between original thoughts (as much as anyone can claim to truly have original creative thoughts that are 100% not inspired by anything else) and ideas that are based on or inspired by the premises of other fics or by fanart (sometimes not even from the same fandom).

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

From LMHS, last line of chapter 3: "Sun shining on their backs, sweet snacks in their stomachs, and laughter in the air, the three of them take off together, venturing once again deeper into Changyin’s busy streets."

8. Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip.

Not written out yet so I can't post a snippet, but in LMHS, water is so important to Megumi's character, way beyond just bending.

12. Do you outline your fics?  If yes, how detailed are your outlines?  How far do you stray from them?

Sometimes! I did outline LMHS, though that was mostly an attempt on my part at keeping track of all the thoughts @hinamie and I were throwing at each other. It's not very detailed at all, just a bullet point list of things like "they travel to [location] - remember that [this character] is with them" or stuff like that. It's a guide for the like... movement™ of the fic, but less so the nitty gritty details, which I kind of enjoy discovering as I go (be it while I'm writing or while Hina and I are talking). But the last long fic I wrote (250k) did not have an outline. I just followed my heart and the vision I had of the end of the fic <3 The back half of that fic did have a canon timeline to follow, though, which made it easier.

14. What is your favorite location and position to write in?

SJKDBJKSDB I do about 95% of my writing in a big leather wingback armchair in my living room, usually with one leg hooked over an arm of the chair. The other 5% is bleary-eyed, 2am in bed, notes app, half-finished sentences with just the worst spelling you've ever seen.

15. What’s your favorite time to write?

It used to be between 1am and 3am, back when I was unemployed/working a job I didn't have to properly sleep for. Now, the only time I seem to be able to write is from about 8:30pm to 11pm. It takes me forever to unwind after coming home, so I can really only get myself to focus way at the end of the day. 100% if I went back to a desk job or stumbled into a pile of money that could let me stop working, I'd be right back to typing away well after midnight.

17. Do you have a writing routine?

Sit down > open word doc > reread last paragraph > dissociate > walk away > come back three hours later and write SKJDVBDKJBVJKDFBV

18. Do you enjoy research?  Which fic of yours required the most research?

I don't necessarily enjoy it, mostly because when I'm researching, I tend to get pulled down a rabbit hole of stuff I don't need to know and will never use. However, I do find that I end up doing impromptu "shotgun" research a lot while writing. Literally while writing the first chapter of LMHS, I had to pull up some research on trees just to make absolutely sure I was describing something correctly. It's 100% an inconsequential detail, but at least I know I wasn't pulling it completely out of thin air KSJVDBDKJVB I don't think I could honestly say which fic required the most research. If we include the amount of time I spent on the respective fandom wikis for character/canon details, then Swallow the Stars for sure. But if it's only for Other Stuff™, then I think they're all about equal.

19. Do you enjoy creating OCs or do you prefer to stick solely to canon characters?

I love making OCs in general, but not really for fanfic. I'll make an OC for an inconsequential side character no problem (did this a couple times in Swallow the Stars), but, for the most part, I prefer to stick to canon characters. I've never written a fic from the POV of an OC, and I doubt I ever will. I would much rather explore the dynamics between canon characters than insert a new main character into a story that already has one.

22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process?  How do you come up with titles?

Depends! I've done all three before SKJDVBDKJVBF Sometimes, a title comes to me right away, and I can sort of circle around it while I'm writing (this is more common for me with short fics). Sometimes, I get a few thousands words in, and have played with the themes long enough to have it just sort of come to me. Other times, I'm fully edited and just staring at the words begging a title to appear so I can post KSJDVBDKJFVBDFV LMHS had a title before I even started writing, because I wanted to have a title when I posted the fic announcement. As far as how I come up with them, I've pulled directly from words in the fic, I've gone on random quote generators and pulled from those, I've sat down and literally just strung words together based on a theme or a single specific word I wanted (LMHS, for instance, came from a desire to use the word "haunt"). It just kinda depends and is different for every fic!

23. Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?

The beginning is easiest because it's fun character introductions and scene setting, not a lot of plot yet. The middle is by far the hardest because that's where the plot is beefiest and where a lot of the transition spaces are, and at the same time you're starting to gather up the threads you want to tie off at the end.

24. How do you choose whose POV to write in?

I choose based on whose thoughts I'm imagining most when I'm first thinking of the story! When I'm new to writing for a fandom, I will sometimes have to start a fic 2 or 3 times to find the voice that comes easiest to me, though. I have a tendency to lean towards the quieter characters, but that's not always true! For example, Andrew Minyard's POV is easier for me to write in, but I have more fun writing Neil, so I tend to gravitate towards Neil for AFTG fics.

25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

World building my beloved..... I love coming up with Reasons for things that I want to happen, tying things into the setting and the history and making sure it works for the characters as well. The moment when everything connects is so magical.

26. What’s your least favorite part of the writing process?

Writing KJDBKJDFBVJKDBFV Words are just.... so hard 😭

28. What area of writing do you want to improve in?

Detailing! Descriptions! I am constantly fighting with myself over how much detail I actually need to include in my descriptions, because on some level, I want to describe it as much as I possibly can so that it can be envisioned easier, but on the flip side I know for a fact that no matter how much I describe something, no one will ever see it exactly the same way I do. And so then I pull back too far, I think, and keep my descriptions bare minimum, which I think is just as unhelpful. I need to work on finding a balance. Maybe metaphor can be my friend here.....

30. How much do you edit your fics?  Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

I usually go through for edits a minimum of two times and a maximum of 4 times. I always do an initial read-through for details that I missed or clarifications I need to make or continuity problems, stuff like that. Then I'll go through for grammar, punctuation, sentence structure, etc. If I end up rewriting a lot during that second edit, I'll go back through yet again just to double-check everything. And, more often than not, I do a last read-through right before I post. Though, inevitably, there's always something that I don't catch until it's already posted KJSBDVKDJBV

42. What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with?

I'm really quite keen on Like the Moon Haunts the Sun !! It's longer than what I usually go for with titles, but it's sooooo thematically fitting and just really really pretty imo. But, This Is What Hollows holds a special place in my heart because it's a bit different and yet perfectly fitting for that fic. Plus, it was titled loooong before I came up with a way to include it in the actual writing of the fic, and I felt like an absolute genius when I managed to do that organically.

43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

I have a world mostly built for a fantasy setting with dragon gods and stuff that I've planned out all the lore for and yet cannot for the life of me actually think up a plot that would be interesting to write SKJVBDJKVB I have characters, I have setting, I have themes, but a plot? Evading me. And it's been haunting me for like 7 years.

44. What is your favorite genre to write?

Urban fantasy 100%!! I love writing magic systems without having to do historical research SKJBDVKJDVB Also just the idea of magic in a place that we live in is so special to me like... there is magic everywhere in the world, but sometimes that magic really does come from a spell book like Yes Please.

45. What genre/trope do you tend to write the most?

Found family trope my beloved,,,,,,,, don't look too closely at it; it doesn't say anything about me as a person I Promise.

47. Is there a trope that you’ve written before but are now sick of?

Not a trope, but when I was younger and Working Through Some Shit, I included a, I guess, circumstance™ that I will not actually say (bc it's like. triggering) in just about every fic I wrote, but I'm past the point now (thank god) of needing to vent through it, so I truly don't think I'll ever include it in anything ever again.

50. How would you describe your writing style?

HHHHHHH I have no idea. I think I am incapable of looking at my writing objectively enough to describe it.

51. Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

Very much so! I love reading prose that is rich in metaphor and simile, but for the life of me I can't write like that. I don't have the gift of constantly being able to turn a phrase so beautifully, but god is it gorgeous to read.

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics?  Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

I don't even want to think about the words and phrases I overuse because I'm sure there's plenty JSKDBVKJDFVB I do have a recurring theme of like... healing, though. This deep inner struggle of the characters to get to a better place is just... so important to me. I want them to heal, but more than that I want them to want to heal.

57. How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics?

I'm certainly conscious of it, but less so on the first draft. I think foreshadowing has a way of sneaking into my writing naturally (especially because I write chronologically), and then I can really hammer it in during the edit. Symbolism is purely being brought in during the first edit unless it's something so important that it was underlined a lot during the drafting/planning stage.

66. What’s a fun fact about LMHS?

It started as me just randomly thinking about ATLA and sending a question to Hina about what she thought the main trio's bending elements would be, and it just tumbled out of control from there SKJDVBDJKVFB

71. Do you spend more time reading or writing?

Writing, which is... saying something because I really don't spend a lot of time writing on a day-to-day basis. But I haven't read a published book in.... 4 years? And I don't read fanfic very often either, despite my bookmarks tab being overflowing with fics that I would like to read at some point. I just feel like I never have the time or energy to sit down and read.

72. What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

I have gotten a similar comment from multiple people that is about my characterization of canon characters within AUs and how it still feels like the canon characters but with realistic changes based on a different setting, and in fic writing I can't think of higher praise. Like... that's exactly what I want. I don't want the characters to be exactly the same as canon because their circumstances have changed, but I still want them to be recognizable. That's always what I'm striving for, and it makes me happy that people notice and think it's executed well enough to comment on.

76. How do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?

Poorly KDEJVBKJDEFVBJKDFVBJF Really though, I struggle managing pressure when I'm writing. And it's always internal, because external pressure on fics just makes me petty since it's Free Labor, and people who complain about a slow upload schedule or whatever just make me Mad. But internal pressure is HHHHHHHHHH I am Going Through It with LMHS. I want it to live up to expectations, but I also want to finish it quickly, but I also want it to be lush and complete, and there's always this voice in my head telling me I'm not writing fast enough or good enough. Mostly I work past it by reminding myself that the time will pass anyway and that it's a miracle that I can even write ~1k words a day with how tired my job makes me. And on the days when that doesn't work, I have loud music KSJDVBDKJVBJDKFV

78. What motivates you during the writing process?

Up to the point where I start posting (for my last long fic, I was >100k in before I uploaded the first chapter), the motivation comes from a simple desire to write that particular story. For me, it can't come from anywhere else. If I don't want to write on a fic anymore and I haven't uploaded yet, I'll just stop. However, once I start posting, comments and general interaction with the fic gives me a huge bump in motivation. Engagement and talking about the story and the characters and the plot just makes me so excited to keep going so that I can drop the next plot twist or cliffhanger and read everyone's reactions. This time, for LMHS, I am very very lucky to have my own personal cheer squad of one (Hina) motivating me daily through memes and character discussion and new pieces of art and other various things <3

79. Do you have any writing advice you want to share?

The best actual constructive writing advice that I can give is: Do Not Edit Something Until You're Done. And yes, I mean the entire story - do not go back and reread/rewrite until you're done with it. Nothing will make your forward momentum disappear faster than going back to edit. If you're too hung up on details and perfection right away, you're never going to get done. You have to just write and accept that things will need to be reworked. Make notes for yourself on things to fix later or whatever, just do not scroll back up and start editing before you're done with something. It will only make you disappointed that where you pick up again isn't going to look as nice as what you just edited.

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i asked you a while ago whether the next tidbit of TLT content would be the nona paperback short story and you gave a very nice well-formed answer summarising what you expected... and you were right... and now i'm back again because i can't find the post and i'm also losing my mind trying to figure out when we'll get a taste of alecto. do we know when tamsyn finished writing nona relative to cover reveals and things? we were so spoiled with harrow + as yet unsent + like 6 preview chapters back to back we barely had to wait. and now it's been a year and a half. and she's still writing. are we going to see a thing before 2025?

im guessing it’s this ask?

when i read htn in 2020 i was assuming we’d get alecto in 2021 (haha) so honestly ive been waiting so long that im just chilling these days. for me, alecto is just gonna get here when it gets here and i take it as it comes. i don’t have any real information on any of this other than past experience, but since my last post turned out to be correct here’s some more of my guesses:

genuinely have no idea if we’ll see anything pre-2025. id imagine that tor will release ~something~ just to keep the hype going, but who knows. to answer your question, nona was originally part i of alecto and so im assuming muir had finished the vast majority of ntn by the time it was announced the trilogy was splitting into a series, and then the cover release happened in january with the book release following in september

i believe the alecto cover has been confirmed finished for a while now, so really it’s just whenever they decide to release that, but i think they’ll follow a similar timeline to the nona the ninth cover release approx 9 months prior (with snippets following). but with the huge gap who knows maybe they’ll throw us some extra stuff.

overall: id imagine the whole release schedule of everything all depends on how close muir is to a finished product, which is anyone’s guess