#new chapter new chapter 💕💕💕

[lovereadandwrite]

Fyozai in BSD 121

[sainz100]

2024 Hungarian GP | x (edited)

[muichirolover14]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE ONE AND ONLY SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA!!!💚💚🌪🌪✨✨✨

Dear Sanemi, has won my heart, and he deserves a good birthday post. So, first, imma give 3 different types of Ohagi, then some pics of him and Genya, and then one present :3

First, regular Ohagi:

Second, Sesame Ohagi:

Third, Matcha Ohagi:

Pictures of Sanemi and Genya Shinazugawa:

I'm sorry for that Manga panel.. I'm crying now😭😭

And lastly, for the present....! Check my bio :3

[afinickyguide]

episode 156: tavern fare 🍻🥜✨

[unfortunate17]

about to go to bed but yo this little gay show changed my life why did i learn how to live life from wille considering he's so bad at it

[tortoisebore]

wait can i just ask… if by the time you start posting you have the whole thing already written, why won’t you post it all at once?

because that takes away all the fun!!

i feel like a lot of fic authors would agree with this lol, but i really enjoy the anticipation and energy that comes with the process of updating my fics. it makes all the work worthwhile!! posting it all at once would take away all of the interaction and excitement we get to build here between updates. i don’t want to spend a year writing something i care so much about & put so much thought into just to dump it all online in one go, u know?

fandom is about community over content! and collectively talking about/interacting with wips is a wonderful way to foster that!!

[swallowtailcherry]

I'm just gonna say it.

Apollo looks just as hot with his hair spiked up. (Also, his face in the second pic looks cute as hell. I wanna cup his face.)

[weather-mood]

Series with @devotiondroid just hit 100k words 🥺🥺🥺

[actuallyjustabiscuit]

…I finally did something again

Summary:

After completing the Candy Carrier Chaos adventure, Ragatha was certain that Pomni was finally coming around to her new life at the Circus. She had even made a new friend! It felt like things were finally going to be ok between them!

Then Gummigoo was deleted...and suddenly all of her hopes came crashing down.

Losing people is starting to take its toll.

[wasabi-gumdrop]

Sabi i come to you humbled and humiliated to ask for one thing..PLEASE GIVE US ONE CHAPTER OF NEON GLORY FOR CHRISTMAS

neon glory chapter 12 in the works 🥹🫶🏼

[siffrins-therapist]

I hope Tabitha appreciates me cleaning the bathroom 😊

[uhohdad]

Tbh, I think watching a live feed or Ruby and price would be just as entertaining as watching the match

1000% agree & we are going to see lots of their perspective (and Konig’s POV) in THE AFTERMATH

⌞ KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU ⌟

[little-peril-stories]

editing is fun, pt. 3

Want to be a beta reader for the newly edited manuscript of The Prince of Thieves?

Image ID below:

Screenshot 1, labelled '46-old':

Only once did he touch me after my father’s death—just a hand wrapped around my arm as he ordered me out of the shabby apartment where Father had died and into his home. That grip, the first shackle he ever locked me into—it was a message, a reminder that I was his and would remain so until I was dead. Later, upon my skin, I found bruises in the shape of fingerprints, purple and throbbing.

It was nothing less than hatred that fuelled every step that night when I crept from the house, never to return. I slid along the floor in stocking feet, terrified of every floorboard and how it creaked, the bolt and how it scraped, my breath and how it gasped loud enough to fill the air, my heart and how it pounded in my chest, threatening to shake his home to rubble.

Perhaps it was luck, perhaps fate, perhaps a goddamn miracle. He heard nothing. He slept through my escape, and I made it outside. It was out of spite as much as precaution that I left the front door wide open, an invitation for moths and spiders and rats, for some other unfortunate creature to invade his house and take my place as some spineless, obedient thing that he could squash beneath his boot.

Screenshot 2, labelled 46-new:

Only once did he touch me after my father’s death—just a hand wrapped around my arm as he ordered me out of the shabby apartment where Father had died and into his home. That grip, the first shackle he ever locked me into—it was a message, a reminder that I was his and would remain so until I was dead. Mrs. Breanna Hatchett, I would be to the end of my days, the constable’s little wife, compliant and demure and sweet and good.

Later, upon my skin, I found bruises in the shape of fingerprints, purple and throbbing.

It was nothing less than hatred that fuelled every step that night when I crept from the house, never to return. I slid along the floor in stocking feet, terrified of every floorboard and how it creaked, the bolt and how it scraped, my breath and how it gasped loud enough to fill the air, my heart and how it pounded in my chest, threatening to shake his home to rubble.

There was a moment of doubt, for how could there not have been? A moment of standing on the precipice between inside and out, between freedom and prison. After all, everyone knew what happened to girls who were alone in the world. How they ended up. Where they ended up. I saw it clearly: my own body, ravaged and ripped apart, lying still in the street along a gutter than ran with blood. My feet faltered.

But the door was open, and I could taste the promise in the air—sweet and cool and sapid. The promise of a life that wasn’t presided over by someone else. An existence without unfeeling men lording over every minute of my day and making every decision for me.

And it was the promise that drew me forward, not the fear that held me back.

Perhaps it was luck, perhaps fate, perhaps a goddamn miracle. He heard nothing. He slept through my escape, and I made it outside. It was out of spite as much as precaution that I left the front door wide open, an invitation for moths and spiders and rats, for some other unfortunate creature to invade his home and take my place as some spineless, obedient thing he could squash beneath his boot.

[sixpennydame]

hi my love! how is your Monday treating you? I saw you posted the next chapter of North Star, wahh, I can't wait to get to it c:

I'm feeling nosy so... can I ask 0, 8, 15, 16? 🌟

Go on, send me a nosy ask!

Hi Flo, my love! My Monday started a bit rough at work, but I’m about to be off so yayyy!

0. Your height

5’5” (165 cm)

8. Want any tattoos?

Yes! I’d like to get a floral something on my arm…maybe for my birthday. 🤭

15. Favorite movie

Oof, this is a hard one, because I love movies! Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Ring….no, The Royal Tanenbaums, no, Marie Antoinette…

(I have a lot of favorites, haha)

16. I’ll love you if…

…you like good food and music.

[robinsnest2111]

I guess I like emotionally torturing myself with happy-ish end AU fics

[whichwoods]

loving the stars that shine so far! any ideas on where they will be heading for their honeymoon/ how sexy times will go? Thank you and so excited for the next chapter!

thank you!! 💕 for their honeymoon they'll definitely go somewhere warm; luke wants to stare at aemond in a swimsuit for extended periods of time (though they never last that long just staring—) maybe a private villa in dorne or some part of essos they can explore (each other's bodies)

also the current outline for the honeymoon chapter is several smut scenes held together with one breakfast scene and a dream, so there's that to look forward to 😭 send in suggestions for what the fuck else they'd do on the trip, but in the meantime here are some thoughts that are fueling the aforementioned smut <3

luke does have a pretty fresh bond-bite at this point! they're having a lot of fun getting used to it and the new, uh, sensations that come with it

they've also semi-recently confessed [redacted], which is in fact a contributing factor to their sex because they're gross

their villa has a big bathtub :)

it's also VERY secluded, big windows only looking out into forest and a nice private stretch of beach

cue obligatory beach sex (luke thinks it's a great idea until a seagull tries to steal the food that's, like, a foot away from them mid-act. then there's the sand)

luke steps a bit out of his usual wardrobe. lots of flow-y, light dresses that show skin and give easy access (and what kind of husband would aemond be if he wasn't taking advantage of this? at least that's how he sees it)

in a considerably less sexy vein, aemond dresses like your average rich white boy on a mediterranean vacation 😩 unfortunately, it still does things to luke and me, so he's all over him

aemond can't keep his hands off luke's (still pretty flat) belly

they're not trying to but they do end up fucking in every room of the villa

all in all they have a blast! we have a bit of stuff to get through before we make it to the honeymoon, but i'm excited to share <3 :)