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[kay-elle-cee]

@jilymicrofics March Prompt 4: Despondent || 447 words || Read on Ao3 MICROFIC MASTERLIST

James doesn’t get mad. Not like Lily.

But right now, his vision blurs and his fists clench and he feels rage flowing through his veins like he’s seldom ever felt before.

MAGIC LINEAGE PROTECTION ACT ADVANCES TO WIZENGAMOT FOR VOTE, UNFIT MARRIAGE NULLIFICATION AMENDMENT ADDED.

The headline is splashed on the front page of The Daily Prophet above a black-and-white photo depicting serenely smug members of the Old Guard of wizardry. Though James’ wand is on the counter across the little kitchen, the glass next to him on the table shatters, pumpkin juice pooling amongst the shards.

“James?”

Lily’s worried voice floats through from the other room, her hasty, light footsteps announcing her presence, a look of concern in her face as her eyes take in the scene before her.

James can’t speak. He can’t speak, he can’t think, all her can do is feel—the panic, the anger, the revulsion for these men and their shriveled selves.

Delicate hands come to rest on his shoulders as she follows his gaze to the discarded paper. Her voice comes out quietly.

“Oh.”

His left hand comes up to rest atop hers, rough fingers tracing along the cool metal of her wedding band.

“I thought they were killing that bill,” she breathes, despondent.

The exhaustion in his wife’s voice helps him find his own—gravely and tight. “Pushed it through with a quorum overnight.”

“It…it wouldn’t change anything, you know.”

His hand tightens around hers. “Like hell it wouldn’t, Lily. What’s the point of all of this”—he gestures haplessly to the room around him—“if I can’t give you any of the privileges that come with my name? The money in my family’s vault?”

“I happen to love you with or without the money, contrary to some of the nastier rumors,” she replies coolly.

He runs a hand over his face. “Of course you do, Lily I know that I—"

“Am spiraling,” she nods. “You don’t think I’ve been keeping up with this? You don’t think I’ve thought of this—us—from every possible angle?” Her hands slide up from shoulders to neck until they’re cradling his head, Lily firmly pressing her lips into the curls between them. “I love you, you git. And no law will change that, alright? They can nullify whatever the hell they want but they can’t force us apart. They can’t tell us our love doesn’t exist.”

James spins around in his chair and catches her eyes, jaw tight.

“But what if I die? What if, next Order mission, I just—"

She cuts him off with a shake of her head, green eyes glinting with a defiant spark. “Then you better live, Potter. That’s all there is to it.”

[rebel-moons]

oh!!! I remember when u did these a bit ago!! Anyways. For the song ask. You know. Jjpope + 34 <3

oof this is late! sorry, got too drunk at a holiday party yesterday and had to work today. sorry for the wait, have some ridiculous boys💖💖💖

beg for you charli xcx featuring rina sawayama

There is a boy in Pope’s bed.

And this boy is kissing Pope, all sweetly devastating, keeping him close with a hand wrapped around his neck. “I’m supposed to be packing,” Pope murmurs between the slow, easy slide of their lips. He makes no move to detangle himself from the grip.

There is a boy in Pope’s bed, and it’s new and terrifying and wonderful, and Pope wants to indulge, stay wrapped in this moment and let time pass them by. Because tomorrow means leaving this perfect bubble, leaving his bed and his boy behind.

JJ hums into a grin, lips moving against Pope’s as he snarks, “you sure are packing something,” and Pope manages to jerks away just as JJ’s knee comes up between his legs.

JJ cackles, like that’s the reaction he was hoping for. Pope ducks his head, hiding his smile.

“You’re the worst,” he tells JJ, too fond for his own good.

“Yeah, probably,” JJ agrees easily. He flips his vape over his knuckles, a neat little trick that highlights his thin, deft fingers. Pope’s eyes get caught there for a moment, the uneven nailbeds and rough, callused skin from years of salt-water work without gloves, because JJ loses every pair. Luckily, JJ misses his obvious staring, too busy sneaking a hit off the vape before Pope can scold him. “You’re still gonna miss me, though, right?”

The words poke at some tender spot in Pope’s chest. Sometimes, Pope considers there may be something wrong with him; this unending hunger, the unquenchable want that fills him up can’t be normal. He’s cursed to never be satisfied with what he’s got, to always, selfishly, want more than his lot.

Even this, with JJ, as good as it is, is not enough to quell that greed. Pope’s adrift, knocked clean off his board and spinning under the waves, untethered from any solid thing that makes sense. It’s not even about whether he’ll miss JJ - he will, of course he will, terribly and constantly - but more, it is that he doesn’t know how to exist without JJ.

Instead of fumbling through the attempt at explaining his disorganized thoughts, Pope presses back into JJ’s space, arms going around him.

“Oh, hey,” JJ says, soft, his own arms wrapping Pope close. JJ’s nose nudges Pope’s hairline as he awkwardly cranes his neck to keep Pope in his eyeline.

JJ kind of stinks, unwashed boy and weed and the vaguely cola scent of stale deodorant. And this position is more than a little uncomfortable, JJ squished between the wall and the bed, Pope all but sprawled out over his chest. Plus, Pope really does have to pack.

Instead, he hides his face in JJ’s sweaty neck, clinging. JJ laughs, a small huff that jostles Pope, but he also pulls Pope tighter against him, settling them more fully into the embrace.

Pope will get up in a few minutes. For now, he’s going to enjoy having exactly what he wants.

send me a ship and a number (1-100) and I’ll write something based on the corresponding song from replay playlist

[clawdee049]

I'm gonna get back into writing fanfic when I get home.i had a multi chaptered reader insert Mandalorian and Izawa fic going

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Character Design Poll

So when I made this Picrew @illarian-rambling who's beta reading for me mentioned she imagined Kelsey with shitty black hair dye instead of her blonde hair.

I only mention Kelsey's blonde hair twice. But I love the image of her with cheap black hair dye.

So I've no choice... Do I make her hair dyed black?

Kelsey Context:

Shy

Thinks she's emo

Wears mostly black

Is actually very sweet and cares so much for people

Like she takes care of her younger cousins

She's eleven

Very sarcastic but most of it is in her head

Crochets

Has reality warping powers

She's gay but she won't figure it out until like Part Three

Has a filled in Bingo in this post

Still want to know more about her? Her tag is here

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester

Also gonna tag @gracehosborn @blind-the-winds @little-peril-stories @buffythevampirelover @mk-writes-stuff @theeccentricraven @theelfauthor @eccaiia @mysticstarlightduck just to help this get a little further help me out and reblog! Let's see what the masses say

(Ultimately I will do what I want but i am curious what everyone will say and I will consider this into my decision)

[uncertainwallflower]

*cough* 6 please 👀

Anything for you, Kelsey dearest. 6. shh. there’s people in the other room.

It started out as innocent fun. A day spent under the blistering sun ending in half a dozen lumpy mattresses transfigured from couch cushions and crammed into the library on the bottom floor of Potter Manor. Innocent fun. They had had to share a mattress. Innocent fun. James always slept with his shirt off. Innocent fun.

They hadn't meant to stay up so late, whispering and giggling in each other's ears. Everyone else had fallen asleep hours before, and James's arm had at some point wound its way under her head, and she had twisted onto her side, and his thigh had slotted perfectly between her legs, and her fingers had tried not to trace his torso. Tried.

His eyes had flicked to her lips. Ever so quickly. Ever so innocently. Mindlessly, really. And she had seen the motion. Wet her lips instinctively. Innocently. And he had taken a clipped breath in as his eyes flicked down again and she had leant forward infinitesimally and he covered the rest of the distance. Chaste at first. Quick and burning. He pulled away to see his flush mirrored in her face. Then came the scramble. Arms reaching, fingers fisting, lips parting, tongues sliding, lungs stopping, legs locking. Gods, it was teeth and saliva and beating hearts and breathless apologies and wandering hands. Frantic hands. Hands planting flags on swathes of sunburnt skin hitherto forbidden. Within reach yet unreachable. Now thoroughly fumbled.

They only pulled away when a choked sort of moan ripped from one of their chests and they froze, lips millimetres apart, eyes wide, dear caught in headlights, etc. etc. She wet her lips again and he tested his voice—it felt like years since he had last used it—with a soft broken ‘Lily.’

She melted into him like butter in the sun and he almost lost his head again before he tore his lips away, pressing his forehead to hers and urging, "Lily."

"What?" A whisper. A tiny thing filled with all the stubbornness in the world. Stubbornness and white hot want.

"Come with me."

More of an offer than an order but she followed as such. She might have saluted. He might have rolled his eyes. Either way, they were tiptoeing around the snoring corpses of their friends and she was eyeing him up like a piece of meat and he was—let's admit it—straining against his shorts, almost painfully so.

As it turns out, he didn't have much of a plan beyond against the wall just beyond the door. The hallway was too exposed, penchant for house elves tottering about dusting, buffing, polishing, you get the gist. But seventeen years in a house apparently weren't enough when faced with the whimpers Lily Evans would make when James's calloused fingers found their way under her clothes, few though there were.

"Where can we...?" Her voice was an octave higher than usual and it set his brain on a slant. Set his world on a slant.

No matter how hard he tried to think he could only push her further into the wall which would send her fingernails digging into his scalp and coax a whine from her throat and set his blood alight. “Lily.” He was struck dumb. A scratched record stuck on a loop. Lily, Lily, Lily. Honestly, it didn’t sound too bad.

But it had her scoffing and pushing him from her and her from the wall. “Come on.”

The dread that had temporarily plunged him neck-deep in icy waters drained instantly away and he was grinning—a wanton lopsided thing—and hurrying after her. The door squeaked terribly. They winced. But the room—the drawing room, how had he not thought of that?—was empty and the moon through the high mullioned windows was bright and blue and she was smiling at him and backing away and had he less control over himself he would have chased her down and torn the clothes from her body. But he didn’t. He trotted dotingly, achingly, like a love-sick puppy, after her while she giggled and by the time he reached her, she was all but chortling and he had to quiet her with a press of lips and whisper: “Shh. There are people in the other room.”

She smacked his shoulder then wrapped her arms around his neck, elbow to elbow, and pulled him in and he didn’t get another word in for a good long while.

Also going to tag @jilymicrofics because it is jily and it is a microfic. 'Nough said.

[artofkelseywooley]

Heya everyone! I'm excited to get to show a bit of the passion project I've been working on in the last year. These are the main characters of the middle-grade fantasy book I've been writing: The faun siblings Panmiel & Omelia and the satyr Hobkin!

Tidbits about the characters:

Omelia: Older sister, headbutting champ, headstrong, but always reliable.

Pan: Good-hearted & awkward young brother of Omelia. Hopes becoming a Full Horn will win him respect from his herd.

Hobkin: Mischievous & free-spirited. Friend or enemy?

Writing a book for kids and tweens has always been a dream of mine since I was little. I used to write a lot but when my storyboarding career launched, I found myself putting my writing aside to focus on that. But during this rough period of turbulence in the animation industry (and with some kind encouragement from the amazing @briannedrouhard) I found time to get back into a passion I used to love. Creating a world and characters of my own and doing sessions with my writers' group has been really healing during all the hardships of the industry in the last two years. I'm only about 5 chapters away from completing the story and I'm so excited to be able to share more!

[nanowrimo]

"If you find yourself treading water, take comfort in the fact that you are neither the first writer nor the last to feel this way. Keep swimming."

— Kelsey Norris is a writer and editor from Alabama. She earned an MFA from Vanderbilt University and has worked as a teacher in Namibia, a school librarian, and a bookseller. Her work has been published in The Kenyon Review, Black Warrior Review, and The Rumpus, among others. She is currently based in Washington, DC. Her debut story collection, House Gone Quiet, publishes October 17th, 2023, with Scribner Books, and is now available for pre-order at online retailers or your local bookstore.

Check out Kelsey on Twitter!

Read more camp care packages here!

[kay-elle-cee]

Stupid T-Shirts || Read on ao3|| 5.4K || Rated E Originally inspired by a TikTok trend, re-inspired by Jily Twitter.

The last night on a group vacation, Mary pushes everyone to engage in a tacky T-shirt swap before going out. Suggestive shirts, months of pining, and one particular tequila shot finally lead Lily to reach her breaking point. Drunken kisses can be dismissed and joked about, but this—this would be crossing a line they won’t be able to uncross.

“Something wrong?” James’ voice gives her a start, his mouth close to her ear in an effort to be heard over the pulsating music. She clutches her heart and spins around only to be met with an apologetic grin. Brushing some hair from her face to regain her composure and settle her hammering heart, her eyes dart around—most onlookers have gone back to their own activities, but still the memory of all the stares remain. Sighing, her brows knit together. “Aren’t you embarrassed?” ”Why would I be?” She gestures to his shirt. “I mean mine is at least innuendo. Yours is a damn advertisement.” “I mean would I have picked the shirt myself? No. But I don’t mind, you know, the message. A reminder, if you will.” He takes a sip of his drink and even in the low light, Lily can spot the way his cheeks color. She watches, enraptured, as his tongue swipes out to wet his lips, and she blames the attention on the sheer amount of alcohol she’s had. “I mean, I like it. And I’m really fucking good at it. So why be embarrassed?”

[rebel-moons]

For JJ, home was never a place. The Outer Banks was just where he happened to live. Home, always, was P.D.A.

The Pogue Detective Agency.

It was the four of them: wild in the back of the Twinkie, sun-baked on the HMS Pogue, surf under their bellies, drunk and warm on a beach. But always, the four of them.

The whole solving mysteries thing - it started as a way to pass the time, mostly. Pope was too smart to sit around letting that big brain of his go to waste, Kiara needed somewhere to direct her endless energy, and John B never met a challenge he didn’t want to dive immediately headfirst into. JJ was just along for the ride.

Didn’t hurt that John B’s old man fed them all a steady diet of detective stories. Get them hooked young enough -

Well, let’s just say JJ is well acquainted with how addicts think.

It was never meant to be all that serious. But when Big John disappeared, what were they supposed to do? John B wouldn’t let it go, and if they’d let him pursue it alone, he probably would’ve washed up on that shore right next to Scooter.

None of them ever thought they’d actually find it.

(chapter 2 of meddling kids now on ao3)

[clawdee049]

Current writing set up 🥲 and then the gdoc open on my phone off to the side lmao

[athenasparrow]

12 Days of Smutmas @kay-elle-cee

On the first day of Smutmas, my true love sent to me 

The gift of feeling orgasmica-aaa-lyyyyy

On the second day of Smutmas, my true love sent to me 

Two breasts a bouncing and the gift of feeling orgasmica-aaa-lyyyyy

On the third day of Smutmas, my true love sent to me 

Three fingers in me

Two breasts a bouncing

and the gift of feeling orgasmica-aaa-lyyyyy

On the fourth day of Smutmas, my true love sent to me 

Four hands a stroking

Three fingers in me

Two breasts a bouncing

and the gift of feeling orgasmica-aaa-lyyyyy

On the fifth day of Smutmas, my true love sent to me 

Five climaxesssss

Four hands a stroking

Three fingers in me

Two breasts a bouncing

and the gift of feeling orgasmica-aaa-lyyyyy

On the sixth day of Smutmas, my true love sent to me 

Six cunts a sucking

Five climaxesssss

Four hands a stroking

Three fingers in me

Two breasts a bouncing

and the gift of feeling orgasmica-aaa-lyyyyy

On the seventh day of Smutmas, my true love sent to me 

Seven times a grinding

Six cunts a sucking

Five climaxesssss

Four hands a stroking

Three fingers in me

Two breasts a bouncing

and the gift of feeling orgasmica-aaa-lyyyyy

On the eighth day of Smutmas, my true love sent to me 

Eight times a licking 

Seven times a grinding

Six cunts a sucking

Five climaxesssss

Four hands a stroking

Three fingers in me

Two breasts a bouncing

and the gift of feeling orgasmica-aaa-lyyyyy

On the nineth day of Smutmas, my true love sent to me 

Nine cocks-a-spurting 

Eight times a licking 

Seven times a grinding

Six cunts a sucking

Five climaxesssss

Four hands a stroking

Three fingers in me

Two breasts a bouncing

and the gift of feeling orgasmica-aaa-lyyyyy

On the tenth day of Smutmas, my true love sent to me 

Ten toys a-vibing 

Nine cocks-a-spurting 

Eight times a licking 

Seven times a grinding

Six cunts a sucking

Five climaxesssss

Four hands a stroking

Three fingers in me

Two breasts a bouncing

and the gift of feeling orgasmica-aaa-lyyyyy

On the eleventh day of Smutmas, my true love sent to me 

Eleven nerves on fire

Ten toys a-vibing 

Nine cocks-a-spurting 

Eight times a licking 

Seven times a grinding

Six cunts a sucking

Five climaxesssss

Four hands a stroking

Three fingers in me

Two breasts a bouncing

and the gift of feeling orgasmica-aaa-lyyyyy

On the twelvfth day of Smutmas, my true love sent to me 

Twelve hours of pleasure

Eleven nerves on fire

Ten toys a-vibing 

Nine cocks-a-spurting 

Eight times a licking 

Seven times a grinding

Six cunts a sucking

Five climaxesssss

Four hands a stroking

Three fingers in me

Two breasts a bouncing

and the gift of feeling orgasmica-aaa-lyyyyy

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC Picrew Tag

I did another Picrew here for Lexi, Robbie, and Carmen!

Version 1

Thanks @mk-writes-stuff here, @pluto-murphy-writes here, and @saltysupercomputer who I send my sincerest apologies to not getting to this since May here.

Rules: use this Picrew to create a couple OCs!

Maddie Morgan, Kelsey Newman, and Akash Singh

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Maddie: OC in three, two truths and a lie

Kelsey: filled-in bingo

I haven't done anything for Akash yet??? I am ashamed

Version 2

Thanks @badluck990

Rules: use this Picrew to create a couple of OCs and yourself!

Me (Kaylin), Gwen Amante, and Jedi Moon

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Gwen: OC in three

Jedi: Smash or Pass (acearo version)

Tagging softly @atelierwriting @awritingcaitlin @ceph-the-ghost-writer @buffythevampirelover @little-mouse-gardens @blind-the-winds @little-peril-stories @sleepywriter00

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @fairy-tales-of-yesterday who as always can join in

[ginervacade]

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Tagged by: @jmrothwell (Thanks babe)

Tim opted to ignore Conner and capture her lips instead, earning a collective grumble from the rest of the table and an obnoxious laugh from Superboy.

Yeah, I can’t tag as many people as the words in that sentence but I will tag ( no pressure of course my loves) :

@kels-n @phantomwriter95 @thebusytypewriter

[jamesunderwater]

“ you're good to me, you know. really good. “ jily plzzzz (so hard to pick a prompt but I’m going to try not to be greedy!)

okay you might hate me for this ending but it DID keep me right at 398...which means you get another prompt :p pros and cons I guess.

Jily: "you're good to me, you know. really good."

Summary: Set in the world of this AU, where James works at Harry’s daycare, and Lily is a single mum with an asshole ex, a too-demanding job, and a purely fake date with her son’s daycare teacher.  We enter roughly three weeks post-fake date, two weeks post-real date, and zero weeks post-first time, because there hasn’t been a first time, a fact Lily is getting increasingly annoyed about. 

Lily watched as James lowered Harry into his playpen and handed him his favorite blue squishy block, her son squealing with delight over the small gesture. In the weeks since their fake date James had made many gestures, each one shocking Lily’s heart further back to life. But despite all the opening-of-doors, the lower back touches, the patiently changing plans to spend the evening soothing an upset Harry rather than going out, James hadn’t tried anything more than one heated kiss on her doorstep after their first real date. Lily would have been offended, wondered if it were something wrong with her, but that couldn’t be it – she was hot, she brushed her teeth and showered pretty regularly for being a young mother, she was a successful careerwoman – by all accounts, a complete catch. Being a single mother before the age of 25 might have been the one drawback, if her kid weren’t the most adorable, perfect little human who ever lived. 

So, it wasn’t her. Which meant it was him. Which meant she needed to take matters into her own hands.

“You’re good to me, you know,” she said as they stepped out of Harry’s playroom and into the living area. “Really good.” She turned so that they were facing one another and watched as James realized what the husky tone in her voice was implying. “I just wish…” Lily touched the crease of fabric in the middle of his button-down, pulling her finger down the line until she reached the hem of his pants, “you’d be good to me in other ways, too.”

She heard him swallow. “Oh?” He tried to smirk, but was clearly too caught off guard for his normal flirty playboy routine. “What, er, what kind of other ways?”

Lily smirked successfully, never breaking eye contact as she backed him up to the couch. As soon as he fell into the seat, she climbed on top of him, legs straddling either side of him. “Let me show you.” Taking his hands that had mindlessly fallen to her waist, she pressed one of his palms to her breast and rested the other against her cheek. 

She was thrilled to find he needed no further instruction.

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send me prompts! (though note that I currently have 6 in the queue)