#new to writing

[gabriellessworldd]

Never get yo bitch back!

plug!connie x black fem reader 😛😛

wc- 1.7k!

☆ warnings ☆: mdni! mentions of weed nd alcohol, smut 18+, cheating (established relationship w eren), public-ish sex (bathroom unlocked door), pnv, oral (f receive), Connie and reader have wanted each other for a min, first time writing ever don't drag me y'all pls!! 😓 I kinda want to make this have multiple parts but idk yet. I'm very open to criticism nd I hope y'all enjoy!

"Y/nnnnn, cmon you can come outside for one night!" Your best friend Sasha whined through the screen. As much as you protested, deep down you really did want to go out. Especially because Eren wasn't at home, you really wanted to talk to him since y'all haven't been doing so well recently. Petty arguments, sleepless nights, ig posts, and to top it all off he hasn't been to your house in weeks, not giving y'all anytime to have a conversation.

You check the time and see it's 6:00pm that means you got at least 2-3 hours before you would have to leave. "Girl you right, send me the lo. What you wearin?" Sasha set her phone up to show you the outfit she picked out, "Girl that's cute asf!! Ima match you." Sasha helped you pick out an outfit (1 or 2) that resembled hers. "Okay Sash ima finish my hair nd makeup, lmk when yall otw there." "Bye N/n, i gotchu." Sasha hung up and you continued finishing your hair and makeup.

Once you were in your car you looked at the location, realizing that it was at Jean's house, meaning Connie would be there. There was something so attractive about Connie that you didn't know how to explain, he was just, mesmerizing. You knew you would never be able to approach him tho, him nd Eren had been friends forever, and that was a boundary you wouldn't cross. Nothing being crossfaded couldn't fix..

You pull in front of Jean's house and it's packed, you can hear the music from the street. You text Sasha that you pulled up and fix yourself in the car mirror. "We're waiting for you at the front N/n." You read Sasha's text and get out of your car. When you open the door Mikasa, Annie, Sasha, and some other girls greet you. You scan the crowd feeling a familiar stare, you turn to your right and see a crossfaded Connie Springer and his homeboys sitting on some sofas in the corner. Connie feels you stare back and smirks. 'This finna be interesting.' You think to yourself.

You make your way to the kitchen to take a couple shots, Sasha gets a blunt from Ony, and y'all head upstairs to light up. When the sesh is over you feel amazing, the music is blasting, you're having a great night, and you're a 10, what could be better? You and the girls head downstairs to go dance and enjoy your night. You and Sasha throw ass like there's no tomorrow and Mikasa is right there to catch it. You laugh and stand up straight when you feel the stare of those familiar hazel eyes. "Ima go grab another drink" you tell Sasha and she drukenly nods.

You walk up to the counter where all of the drinks are, "hey connie" you look at him, and smile. He leans in closer to you "wassup mami, you look good. shit, you smell good too." he smiles at you with all of his pearly white teeth and you notice his silver grillz.(#1, #2, #3) God he's so fine. The way his red eyes are hanging low, the smell of his cologne, and his pretty ass accent, triple homicide.

"Where yo man at tho? Thought he was gon come tonight." Connie's confused as to why Eren isn't at this party trailing you like a lost puppy, unless, y'all wasn't on speaking terms right now. He grinned at the thought "Oh um Ion really-" You stuttered out wondering why he would ruin a good conversation. "Nah you ain gotta answer mami, follow me." He held his hand out with a 'hm' and you quickly took it, needing to feel his touch. He lead you upstairs to the first bathroom he saw, he opened the door, "Tu vas primero hermosa" you go first beautiful. You smiled at the sentence and walked in front of him. His eyes naturally trailed down to the best view there was 'Damn.' was all he thought as he watched you walk and felt himself get harder in his sweats.

"So wassup?" You questioned him, almost like a challenge. You leaned your back against the counter and looked into his eyes. "To be honest ion wanna play no games ma, you know what I want." He leaned towards you, muscular and veiny arms on both sides of you, caging you in.

You could feel the tension grow as both of you realized just how badly you needed the other. "Can I?" Connie asks to kiss you 'and he's respectful omg add that to the list' you think, "Yes, you can." As soon as those three words came out of your mouth, Connie grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you to him, his other hand quickly found your ass and squeezed, while your hands slid their way into his scruffy buzzcut. The kiss was passionate but it also had a hint of hunger, longing almost, like both of you waited your whole lives for this. Both of your tongues fighting for dominance, and both of you wanted, no, craved more from each other. Connie's large hand found it's way to your throat and he squeezed softly earning a light moan from you, Connie pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you two.

"Ay dios mio mami" oh my god Connie whispered. Connie littered bites and hickeys down your neck and exposed cleavage, not caring who would see. He tapped on your thigh, a signal for you to stand so he could remove your pants. He then picked you up and set you back down on the counter, he kissed the insides of your thighs and left a trail of bites. He looked up at you for confirmation, and you nodded your head, he pulled your panties to the side. Connie was in a trance, the way your folds were so puffy, the way they were covered in wetness, connie almost came in his pants at the sight. "Fuck." was all he said before he began kissing and sucking on your lips. He spread them open with his middle and index finger, and could've sworn he saw heaven.

He plunged his fingers inside your wet hole, sucking on your clit while he pumped his fingers in you nice and slow. "Fuck con" you let out a soft moan, it was like music to his ears. He worked his fingers a little faster and curled them up grazing over your spot. "o-oh fuck connie mmhm, right there" He came up, bottom half of his face covered in your sweet juices "You taste so sweet, princesa" and with that he went back down and devoured you like you were his last meal. "a-ah mm con. That feels soo good" you whispered, feather light moans. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening as he pushed his tongue in and out of your hole. "Cmon mami let me hear you." he felt you squeeze his tongue and pull his hair, that was enough to let him know. He pushed his fingers back in and started pumping at an insane speed.

"Go ahead ma, let me taste all of you" Your thighs tightened around his head as you felt your high coming. "ah connie 'm gonna cum, fuck!" you moaned out louder than before, he curled his fingers again, making you throw your head back and squeeze your eyes closed. "Joder, eres tan deliciosa." damn, you're so delicious.

Connie stood up and your hands immediately found the band of his sweats and boxers, in one tug you pulled them both down. "Eager much huh mami? Well I expect you to take it all then." Your eyes widened at the statement but your thoughts were cut short when you heard him speak again. "Turn around for me mami, and don't take your eyes off the mirror." The dominance in his voice made you even wetter. You turned around towards the mirror and he slid off your panties.

He smeared his tip on your folds, collecting your wetness. Without warning he pushed his full length in, starting off with slow strokes. "Fuck mami, you're squeezing me so tight" You arched your back a little more and relaxed. He starts moving quicker and palms the fat of your ass.

Connie props one of your legs on the counter and smacks your ass. "f-fuck connie oh!" hearing you get louder, not caring if anyone could hear you, only riled him up more. He snaked his hand around your throat pulling your head up more so you could see what a mess he made of you. Your lip liner gone, mascara smeared on your damp bottom eyelashes, and a fucked out expression. Connie thought you looked perfect.

"Y-yes mami, take all t-this dick" you hear him stutter his calm demeanor fading away as he fucks into you at an unruly pace. "Ah! Con so good. i-it's so big" He smacks your ass again and continues fucking you.

He pulls out and you pout feeling empty "Calmate princesa." calm down princess He chuckles and flips you on your back then he pulls your hips closer to him. He pushes back into you, not wasting any time. Connie pushes your legs back a little more "Keep 'em right there ma." You hold the back of your knees with your hands, feeling connie's tip hit all the right places, Connie places a heavy hand on your lower stomach and he presses down. "a-ah con please! it feels soo good." You and Connie both feel yourselves about to cum.

"Con 'm about to cum! ah please Connie!" You can feel your thighs starting to shake, "g-go ahead mami, fuck you're so perfect. m-make a mess all over me." Connie rubs on your sensitive bud and keeps fucking you deep. You can feel a wave of pleasure wash over you and your vision turns white. "Ah! Connie fuck 'm cumming!" You yell, "f-fuck me too ma." You notice his voice falter and crack at the end, he sounds so angelic. He pulls out and hot, white, ropes coat your tummy.

Connie begins wiping off your stomach and he leans in to kiss you, but he sees something in the corner of his eye, almost like a, figure. "Shit" Connie says blankly, putting his pants back on. You scramble to put your clothes back on and turn to see Eren standing there looking pissed.

"what.. what the fuck is wrong with y'all?"

Whew chileeeee. y'all did I at least nibble or what 👀 but lmk if I should make this multiple parts, also give me title ideas!! lmk if y'all want to be tagged in the next parts! love u all nd I hope y'all had as much fun reading as I had writing this! (watch nb read ts #embarrasing 😰)

- with lots of love, gabrielle <3

[sweetbutterscotch]

housewarden headcanons!

Riddle

He actually prefers long hair over short, I didn’t play the Wish Lantern event but I always headcanoned him loving long hair and his hair does grow fast actually! but unfortunately he is forced to cut it because it can be quite distracting in general and it’s especially distracting from his studies, the idea of taking care of long hair is genuinely fun for him but it does take a while.

Leona

I think He has a ridiculous amount of kids games on his phone and we all know why, when he can’t find a way to get rid of Cheka he gives him his phone as a last resort to save his sleep and Cheka takes that opportunity and downloads as much games as the phone can handle and probably spends a large amount of money on them without even realizing.

Azul

Azul tried EVERYTHING to get glasses as a child, he thought it would make him look cool but nothing he did worked, it’s only a few years later he got them and it was probably just genetics.

[ccazimi]

Prologue

cw: angst, blood, murder, mc dies, possible dubcon, wounding, mentions of religion/slightly religious themes (more so to do with "purity"), heian era au, decapitation, corruption, mentions of sex/sexual activities, sadism, manipulation, toxic relationship, mdni

wc: 2.6k

a/n: so this is the quick prologue i wrote up a bit of time ago to help me flesh out an idea for a story that revolves around reader reincarnating in a modern au with a connection to sukuna, sort of as a vessel, maybe more like a haunting... this is written in third person but the actual fic would be written from second person pov, like a typical reader insert

A renowned clan, revered for their spiritual bonds and sacred techniques, which stood as protectors against the hordes of cursed spirits that ravaged the land, shielding its people from their relentless destruction.

Their shrine's connection to one of the most powerful sorcerer clans, made it central to a complex web of regional politics, only heightening the family's prestige.

From peasants to royalty, pilgrims journeyed to the shrine they had safeguarded for centuries, seeking purification from cursed afflictions or blessings for protection against malevolent entities and misfortune.

What a joke, Sukuna thought it all was.

Humans and the way they worshipped these pathetic non-existent gods, when he existed.

So just to prove a point, he stormed the lands they owned in a five day long slaughtering spree, leaving a trail of mutilated corpses and the stench of blood in his wake.

Sanctity would not save them, neither could any other sorcerer thrown his way.

And when he learned that the clan had two daughters, things got even better. He offered them a deal, that in exchange for one of the young women from their bloodline he would leave their territories and their people alone.

They agreed, offering up the oldest girl only a few days after she had turned twenty-two.

Every deity does not care for humanity— in the age of gods, sacrifices and offerings were made as frequently to keep them at bay as they were to draw them near.

This was precisely what the clan was hoping to achieve when they gave her to him.

Her family adorned her in the finest silks, whispering assurances that it was a great honor to be chosen—that her sacrifice would not be in vain, that the afterlife would reward her in ways this world never could.

She was bathed in fragrant waters, purified of earthly taint, silken hair bound with a vivid mizuhiki, delicate feet slipped into black lacquered geta sandals.

Such meticulous preparation just to propitiate the King of Curses with an offering that everyone silently understood would be ruined, ravaged, by the demon.

From the moment his gaze fell upon her—her figure draped in a flowing white kosode and crimson hakama, timid eyes lowered yet unable to resist flickering toward his aberrant form, betraying a smoldering curiosity—he knew he wanted to sink his claws into her, to stain her delicate skin with bloodied fingerprints.

And so, he did.

She hid herself at first beneath the mask of chastity, the one she'd been taught to wear her entire life. A mask that buried whatever deep and ugly desires she was told to suffocate, locked away behind the illusion of purity. She bound herself to the chains of who she was expected to be, suffocating under the weight of devotion to a self imposed upon her.

Yet beneath that pristine facade, a fissure began to form— something ugly and raw, desperate to break free, yet so minute it was likely unnoticed even by her.

But he saw it—saw her vulnerability—and turned it into a game, slowly chipping away at her walls with the kind of ruthless patience that made her heart ache and her body tremble.

She was stubborn, desperately clinging onto that mask like it would save her, so he made her flesh worship him when she refused to.

Because try as she might, she couldn’t stop the arousal from dripping so sinfully between her thighs when he touched her like that for the first time, two large fingers eventually piercing through her untouched sex.

Sukuna found it humorous in a way, how she was calling out to her false gods the first time he took her in the garden, cool damp grass and fresh earth rubbing against her bare back while he took her virginity under the pale moon. Hot tears splashed from her eyes, a warm stream of liquids running down her thighs and ass- whether it was spit, her fluids, his precum, or her blood, she did not know.

Neither did she care as soon the cries of her old gods were replaced by the name of her new one- Sukuna.

She had never known herself, her identity smothered beneath the weight of duty and family expectations her whole life. But this impious hunger he had awakened in her—it was the first thing in her existence that felt real.

To her, he was freedom, the door she had never seen, the escape from the miserable, hollow life she had been shackled to, a life that now seemed empty and meaningless.

Only he could understand the true depth of her perversion, perhaps even illuminate it as he drew it from her, delicate as spider's silk—tacky, glistening, tangled in the dark corners of her soul. With every touch, every pull, he wove her twisted desires into something new, something unrecognizable.

He became everything to her in this way, her salvation, her deliverance, pulled from the very grace he offered with his ruthless touch.

To him, she was nothing.

Just another toy to be discarded, another pawn in Sukuna’s game. He had suspected from the beginning that this little act of deference from such a powerful clan of sorcerers was nothing more than a calculated move, a ploy to manipulate and control. And she was just the latest piece to be used, nothing more than a fleeting distraction in his endless pursuit of power.

The amount of times he took her all over the estate were just a means to an end he told himself, that whenever he found his head between her thighs it was so she’d spill what he needed to know after hours of dragging her to the edge and pulling her back right before she could fall, till her muddled and fucked out mind was easily manipulated.

“You conjure up gods because you’re too afraid to judge yourself,” he told her as he pried open her lips and dipped fingers coated in her essence against her wet tongue, “Taste the filth you’re really made of…”

He could have torn her skin off in pieces, plucked the eyeballs from her skull to make her feed on them, but where was the fun in that?

It was far much more enjoyable seeing the war in her mind as she reluctantly sampled the bitter saltiness that wept from between her legs, ending up licking his fingers clean with an almost desperate fervor.

How over and over she tried so pathetically to fight years’ worth of unholy repressed desires, how she failed and the guilt that would storm her after each night she fell further into his grasp, reciting sutras and bathing in waters in a desperate attempt to cleanse herself each time he defiled her body.

He made her forget any allegiance she still had to them, and it didn’t take much.

Born without a cursed technique, with a hollow, shifting disposition that never quite fit anywhere, the family’s power was never meant for her. It would’ve gone to her younger sister anyway—bright, charismatic, the perfect heir, trained as a sorcerer, molded for their cause.

She confessed to Sukuna once, her mind still hazy from their encounter, her body heavy with post-coital bliss. She said it like a revelation, like a curse she was finally free to speak- that she had always known she was a mistake. The weight of her family’s duty had never claimed her, never made her feel tethered to their blood or their expectations.

She never truly felt it, not once.

Night after night, she shed the remnants of who she once believed herself to be, as Sukuna remade her in his image, carving out forgotten parts of herself—the parts untouched by any divine notion, the parts that had always been godless.

With each layer peeled away, a festering resentment toward her family grew, seeping deeper, feeding into the revelations of what she truly felt for them. The hollow sense of obligation she once harbored toward the clan that had cast her aside twisted into something much more visceral, more damning. Chains that had once bound her were rusted, broken, as her truth began to claw its way to the surface.

Unaware, the girl unwittingly drew closer to her own demise with every secret she surrendered about her family and the allied clans. Each confession, each discarded fragment of knowledge, was another step toward the inevitable, until there was nothing left to spill.

Of course she had suspected, at some point, that Sukuna was using her—at least partially—for the information she held. But the truth of it never fully sank in, drowned out by her desperate, naive hope that—however small, however twisted—that maybe, just maybe, there was some kind of meaning to the bond they’d forged. Even if it was merely a byproduct of his schemes, it had felt like something that could be real.

What a stupidly naive notion.

Soon there was nothing left to extract, no more purpose for her- she had outlived her usefulness. And so, one night, as the cold weight of finality settled in, he made the decision that it would be her last night.

He fucks her more mercilessly than he usually did, the two of them cumming who knows how many times.

As usual she's melted by the time he's drained, her fucked out mind yearning and aching for even the smallest shred of his affection afterward, like a starving runt clawing for the faintest drop of its mother's milk, trembling in its need.

"Could you please...lay with me, my Lord?" She askes softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.

For once instead of denying the simple request immediately, he pauses to take a good look at her, at the sweat covering her bruised and marked flesh in a thin sheen, the tendrils of her hair sticking to her head, flushed cheeks and unfocused but satisfied eyes, his semen dripping obscenely from her bloated womb, mixing with her arousal in a small puddle on the silken sheets of his futon.

"Fine." He replies, voice low with an unreadable gaze.

Her eyes widen in surprise, a flicker of hope sparking within her. He had agreed, at last.

She's too pleased to overthink it, too eager to bask in the rare moment of his attention. She shifts on the futon, making space for him, a breathless anticipation building as he moves to settle beside her.

He crawls in beside her, the warmth of his body dwarfing her small frame, and she instinctively curls into him, seeking comfort from a man who has never even kissed her, truly kissed her.

"Thank you, Lord Sukuna," she sighs, body melting under the sensation of his calloused fingertips gliding over her delicate skin, grazing through the softness of her hair.

The poor thing has no idea how close she is to her end- he might as well indulge her in these last few moments of her meaningless life, in the fleeting tenderness she allows herself to believe in.

"Do you love me?" he hums, his voice oddly contemplative.

Her heart stutters, once again caught off-guard by the question.

She turns on her back to face him, gazing up at his face as stern and stoic as always, so impossibly beautiful in its coldness. "Of course I do. More than anything, my Lord…"

"You swear?"

"Yes."

She lifts a trembling hand, delicate fingers shyly brushing over the dark markings that adorn his face, tracing them with reverence. He doesn't stop her, only fueling the false hope she clings to.

For a moment there's this most strange sensation, like his heart tightening in his chest and before he can comprehend whatever the feeling is, he raises two fingers.

"How pathetic." He mutters sharply as he flicks his wrist.

Her piercing shriek cut across the silent night as two large slices formed across her abdomen, through the fragile illusion she'd built.

“Silly girl.”

Another cut, another scream.

For a moment, she's disoriented, lost in the searing pain, voice choked with confusion and terror, sobbing "What are you doing?" as she writhes in agony.

But whatever fleeting emotion had gripped him, whatever hint of hesitation, is gone in an instant, burned away by the familiar, twisted hunger within him. The urge to break her, to hear her cries echo in his ears, consumes him entirely. Each scream is fuel to the fire of his sadism, and he savors the sound.

They're quite similar to how she sounded when he would fuck the life out of her, he thinks.

Sukuna laughs, lazily swiping his fingers now so that cuts mar her skin while she begs for him to stop.

"What, did you think that if we -if you- played pretend long enough, your inane fantasy would somehow turn real?" He leans in, to brush her cheek in a mocking gesture imitating that of a lover. "You swore you loved me. Do you still love me?"

She spasms, a frantic, feeble attempt at movement, but her body betrays her. She wills her legs to respond, to flinch, to do anything—but there’s nothing.

No sensation, no control. Just the sickening realization that she’s trapped in her own failing flesh.

Sukuna brings his face close, lips brushing against hers, warm breath feathering against her parted mouth that so desperately struggles for oxygen right now. "If I kissed you now, would you still pretend that I could have been anything more than this?"

He sees it in her eyes then, the realization that he never actually cared, that he was the monster he was known to be right till the bitter, inevitable end.

What had she expected? Mercy? Love? How pathetic.

“Where are your gods now?” He pulls away to admire the sight before him.

The dark, dripping lines that scar her naked body thrills him, cocks hardening at how damaged she looks, at how she uses her last breaths pleading him over and over to stop with such sincerity as if that would truly stop him.

“A shrine maiden taking her last breaths with my seed leaking out of her…What a sight.” He sneers, wiping the hair away from her face and relishing in the way it seems like her heart is breaking in her eyes, the weight of her decisions finally catching up to her in the end. She's given up on begging for mercy, or maybe she simply can't anymore.

Her skin is paling, sweat collecting in beads and rolling off as she bleeds out.

And yet- something is wrong.

Instead of dimming, her eyes sharpen, dark pupils locking onto him with unnerving clarity.

Even her ragged, uneven breaths begin to steady, as if she’s forcing herself to hold on, to say something, to be something in her final moments.

Sukuna doesn’t like it.

The fun is over.

Her lips part—too late. The invisible blade carves through flesh, tendon, and bone in a single merciless stroke, the sharp crack of severed sinew ringing through the air before her head falls clean off.

Few things ever truly unsettle Sukuna.

But this—this was something else.

Her severed head fell onto the sheets with a dull, wet thud, rolling to its side to face him, yet her colorless lips still moved. No breath should remain, no voice should linger—and yet, from the gaping wound of her throat, a sound slithered forth, jagged and unnatural, something no longer human.

Then came the cursed energy.

Thick, suffocating waves poured from the exposed column of her neck, unfurling into the air like a black storm, coiling and twisting before sinking into his skin. He felt it burn as it permeated him, felt the weight of something far more binding than words.

A promise.

A curse.

A fate he had not foreseen.

Through bloodstained lips, her final whisper echoed, disjointed, but with such absoluteness that it was like the future was cemented with the utterance.

“I will find you again, Ryomen Sukuna.”

questions, comments, thoughts are welcome! i might polish this up some more later and decide if it's worth working on the full fic

[merikaberika]

First time posting original work, kinda nervous. Anyway, I had this idea during a dream and immediately wrote down what I could when I woke up.

Summary: Remus lupin visits an old friend who never left the castle.

There she was exactly where he'd found her all those years ago. Her ghostly body floated above him as he slowly made his way over to her. Even though death had drained her of colour he could still see the yellow of her jumper and the red scarf she had around her neck. He walked up to the window she was staring out of.

“ It seems we both can't escape this place.” He spoke with a gentle sort of pain.

“At Least you can choose to leave.” she’d replied. If she'd had lungs she'd be holding her breathe, they hadn't spoken since the day she died. Her death was an accident, or so they told everyone. In the years-long fight against evil she had fallen victim at a time inconvenient for Dumbledore and his plans. “ The students aren't as bad as they used to be” she told him as she floated down, lowering her body to reach his eye level.

“the new generation will do well.” He agreed. Still keeping his eyes trained on the view, trees that swayed in the cool evening breeze. The moon wasn't visible, but if it had been it would've sat in the sky in a crescent like shape. “Their children visit me, you know.” she states more than asks him, turning her head to look at him.

The scars on his face almost glowed as she floated closer. “ I answer the questions they ask.” she continued, “ Luna asked about her mother, who her school friends were. Neville came to me when he passed a quiz he was particularly worried about.” she spoke sitting down on the sill of the large gothic style window. “The twins have their parents but their mother doesn't like their inventions. They use this corridor to test most of them. Harry joins them sometimes. He's the spitting image of his father.”

He finally faces her, tears falling down his face “I'm sorry I wasn't there” his voice breaks, “I'm sorry, I didn't come looking for you that night.” He falls to his knees, softly crying to the woman he loved. “ I know you are, Love.” She tries to hold him but knows all too well that her hand will go straight through him. “Love, look at me” she instructed, “you're not the one who killed me. I was basically alone in the castle. It was Christmas for Godric's sake.” she explains as he looks at her, tears staining his face. “ no-one thinks the professor's aid is going to be targeted, especially on Christmas.”

She kneels down next to him, with the most loving look in her eyes. “It's time you move on Remus. Live your life while you still have it. And I'll teach the new witches and wizards all about those who came before them.” she leaned her head against the brick where he had laid his head moments ago.

“Are you sure?” he asks her softly, “more than. I'm 100% positive that you should live your life.” she answers. He wipes his face of any tears with a handkerchief from his pocket. “I love you.” He said finally standing up to his full height, “I always will” he looked at her as she too raised herself from the floor. “ I wouldn't expect any less,” she says slowly, looking down at her hands. The translucency setting her back into her reality, “you should go back to your office, the twins usually sneak out around this time. Wouldn't want them seeing you here.”

With one last look she takes off down the hall, falling into sobs of her own as she leaves his sights.

[aprettysillygoose]

INTRODUCTION!!!

WHAT I WRITE FOR:

QSMP, DSMP, TMNT ( ROTTMNT & 2012 ), DANDYS WORLD, DANGANRONPA, MHA, SOUTH PARK, TGC PODCAST

Hey there! My name is Sillygoose, but you can call me silly or goose if you’d like.

I have diagnosed ADHD and Anxiety.

I’m new to writing for characters, but I can sure try my damnest! A few characters I’m best at writing for are

SHRIMPO, FINN, QUACKITY, TOMMYINNIT, MONDO OOWADA, GUNDHAM TANAKA, EVERY TMNT BROTHER, CRAIG TUCKER, AND KENNY MCCORMICK. Also, Animatic from ANIMATIC BATTLE.

There’s probably more, but I forgot.

Things I WON’T DO.

- Nsfw, It’s just… I don’t know. I’m not very good at writing it. I like it, but I’m not too comfortable with writing it, if that makes sense.

- Basic stuff. You know what I’m talking about.

- Weird ass fetishes

- Anyone x OC. This is ‘x reader’ content.

What I WILL do.

- Fluff

- Angst (Also not the best at this, sorry!)

- Oneshots

- Preferences

- Imagines

- “reader who likes to __ , reader who has __”, things like that. I don’t know what those are called.

I don’t know if anyone’s gonna see this, but just know that my asks are always open for writing suggestions!

[xxoolii]

my brain is doing that thing where it imagines BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP and then they BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP BLEEEEEPPPP until i can’t think, you get me or what??

[yuripira4e]

haii I’m kind of new to writing but I want to try and make some new writing mutuals or friends or editors even as I’m starting my novel. I like writing queer romance, fantasy, and sometimes horror/ supernatural fiction. My current work is a sapphic fantasy set in a world with sea monsters and creatures and royalty called The Indigo Beast. It’s about a sheltered princess named Jude stuck mysteriously in a spiraling tower, hundreds of miles away from home, and trying to get back with the help of a pirate bounty hunter crew trying to find a cure for their sick friend under the heavy ire of anti magic laws inflicted by the king and not a lot of clues. Did I mention she’s slowly turning into a beast? There’s magic, opposing dynamics, and a good amount of sea monsters

[kingwolfwood]

writing masterlist ✿

this is where i organize all of my works by ship and fandom. all of my longer works will be posted to my ao3, @ sunlitvash. please check out my ao3! this writing account will mainly have samples, prompt/scene fills and maybe a few headcanons or x reader fics. this will always be a work in progress as i get more used to tumblr!

divider (c) thecutestgrotto

fire emblem: three houses ✿

my rainbow (miklan/glenn) sworn protector (miklan/glenn)

[ninijr30]

The greatest form of affection is cannibalism. Oh? You want to eat me? Suck the rot right out of my bloodstream? Is my heart that beautiful? You would consume it whole? Tear the flesh and let the blood seep into your mouth—raw, metallic, and sweet? You're telling me you would boil my bone marrow in your stews? Store me in your fridge, make me your freezer bride? How romantic... Consume me, pretty baby. I wish to be consumed. Grant me the honor. Grant me such love.

[pikethepicklearts]

STORY I'M YET TO HAVE A NAME FOR PART 2

She could still hear growling and rumbling behind her, her ears vibrating as she heard the snarling coming from just down the hall. A sudden burst ran through her, and her body jolted again, filled with adrenaline as she gasped for breath.

Suddenly, the chains rattled and Thallia could hear them hit the concrete floor. With a hideous shrieking sound, her heart stopped, and she could all of a sudden feel the burning pain in her calves. Panting, she barely had the strength to turn herself around, where she saw the massive shadow on the wall grow bigger with the creature's rapid approach. Thallia let out a desperate whimper, her legs shuffling again before she bolted, her short hair getting caught in her mouth, distracting her momentarily. Suddenly, she could feel something pull on her back and hoist her up again, just before being stuffed into a heavy, humid cavern that she soon recognized as hands.

She was trapped again. Whining with defeat and dread from certain death soon to come, the person that picked her up chuckled. It was a woman's vibrato, deep as Silco's and rough as the skin around his withered eye.

“Sevika!” Silco called out, his shout drowned out by the sound of Deckard’s claw-like hands thundering on the metal floor, running straight for Sevika. A moment later, Silco whistled, almost like he was taming a dog.

“This little one belong to you?” Sevika asked with a smirk, holding Thallia out in front of her like she was a pest.

“It wouldn't take a genius to figure that out.” Silco grumbles, and he snatched Thallia into his gloved hands, stuffing her into his pocket. While Silco and Sevika chatted idly, Thallia started once again suffocating in Silco's musty cloak pocket, panting for air like an asthmatic.

“What's the girl for? Much less a Piltie.” Sevika cocked an eyebrow at Silco's pocket, a soft grunt leaving her lips.

“Desperate people who suddenly view us as equals when they finally need something.” Silco answered, patting his pocket, his palm slamming into Thallia. “Shimmer had some…side effects.”

“No shit.” Sevika snorted, crossing her muscular arms over her broad chest. “What use is she to you?”

Silco smirked, not even trying to hide how giddy he was to torture Thallia for hours on end…wanting to see just how much she could take. “Valid question…I suppose I could feed her to Deckard,” he waved a hand to the monstrous boy, almost showing him off like a prized pig. “Or…maybe have her as a snack myself. Who knows what she would enjoy.”

Sevika took a step back, her siren eyes widening slightly. “No one enjoys that shit, Silco.” She grumbles in disbelief. Silco only chuckled.

“The human mind works in strange ways when under stress.” He patted his coat pocket again, and Thallia grunted. “Isn't that right little mouse?”

Sevika rolled her eyes and scoffed, obviously just as fed up with Silco's theatrics as Thallia was.

“Well, tell me when she's done…digesting, or whatever,” Sevika muttered with slight disgust. The way her voice rumbled and the thought of being digested…Thallia couldn't help the small shiver that ran through her. “I have a plan for us.”

Silco opened his coat pocket to take a quick glance at Thallia with a conflicted look. His gaze moved back up to Sevika and he nodded.

“I can leave her for now,” Silco nodded, and Sevika grinned. “I'll meet up with you later, I can leave her in the lab.”

Sevika nodded in approval, and lumbered off down the nearby hallway where she had come from. Thallia clutched onto her stomach, feeling her head beginning to pound harder with her anxiety. Her teeth dig firmly into her chapped lower lip, trying her hardest to keep everything that belonged inside her body inside of her body.

With a click of his heel, Silco made his way back down the stairs. Thallia clutched onto the inside fabric of his pocket, trying to keep the remnant flavor of Shimmer off of her tongue as she bounces up and down, her stomach lurching. The sensation pauses for a moment before she hears the familiar hideous screeching door open, and before she knows it, the somewhat bright laboratory light hits her eyes. She squints, and barely has enough time to react before she's picked up by the back of her shirt and set onto the wooden table.

Thallia's feet shuffle for a moment, and she lunges, trying to run anywhere. Silco seemed prepared for something like that, and he slammed a glass jar over her fleeing body. Trembling, Thallia turns around, making eye contact with Silco's dark, ominous ones.

“Stay there for a moment.” He hums, turning on his heel and leaving the room, the door latching shut. Thallia's heart pounds at an almost inhuman speed as her heavy breaths echo around her, wafting over her shaky body as she tries to take everything. Her chest heaves as she takes a few steps back, her head hitting against the back of the jar. She grunts, before tears come to her eyes, streaming down her dry cheeks and tickling her neck.

“Why…Why did I…?” She mumbles shakily under her breath, her voice hitching uncontrollably. She felt tears fall over her lips, wetting them as sorrow rises at the back of her throat. Her shoulders hitched, and for the first time in a while, she felt the tears actually leave her eyes, gathering at the corners before falling, all while she could only sit there and sob. The jar was beginning to get warmer, only feeding her helplessness as she sucked her head into her elbows.

Suddenly, a familiar feeling eased its way into her head, suffocating her veins and wrapping its tendrils around her nerves. The Shimmer…she had taken it…

With a sudden surge of adrenaline, Thallia hoisted herself up, watching as the small blue veins in her arm became a heavy violet, and she felt another wave of panic rise within her. But also the feeling of…courage. No, this isn't right. She was trapped with no way out, destined to die at the hands of a carnivorous being that craves human flesh and blood. How could she not feel the same? Why was the Shimmer so different…?

Her fist flew to the glass, a heavy crack appearing in the middle of the wall that kept her encaged in the humidity of her own breath and struggle. Thallia breathed heavily, a surprised smirk forming at the corners of her lips. A shaky breath left her, and she struck again, the glass slowly cracking, a small lightning bolt formed from the strikes of her fist, gradually spreading outwards before...

CRASH!

Thallia gasped, hissing in pain as she squeezed her knuckles, which oozed blood and Shimmer. The glass around her had shattered, and she could breathe in the somewhat fresh, cool air around her. A gasping laugh left her, and she nearly passed out.

Freedom…what she finally had. If only her editor could see her now. Thallia’s eyes darted to the glass void that spanned the entirety of her view, separating her from the murky ocean that swirled around her like a hurricane. She swallowed thickly, darting off the table and onto a nearby wastebasket as another thought crossed her mind.

How the hell do I get out of here? Thallia thought to herself. She closed her eyes, her mind trying to retrace her steps. She approached the outside of the cannery…walked into an abandoned foyer, went to the left down a flight of stairs and found a balcony…which should be right outside the door.

The locked door.

Thallia groaned, running her dirt-caked hands through her scuffed up hair. Goddamn it, if she wasn't the size of a fucking pinto bean, maybe she could have a chance at picking the lock on the door. If she gathered one thing from breaking and entering, it was how to pick a lock. Maybe locks that were her size. But now that she’s losing a height check to a Firelight, she's starting to run out of options.

Wait…her mind swam with an idea, and her wavering grin widened and she bit back a chuckle. Hopping down from the wastebasket onto the grubby floor, she dashed towards the locked door, where a small enough crack created a tiny crevice between the door and the floor for her to squeeze through. It would be a tight fit, but she was positive she could make it.

“Hah, can't believe being the size of a dust bunny would have its advantages.” She cracked her shoulders and dropped to her belly, sucking in her stomach as she positioned herself at the edge of the doorframe. Her breath caught in her throat, and she gave herself a quick push, landing in the middle of the frame, which alongside the floor began squeezing like a boa constrictor. She felt the air fly from her lungs, her mind swimming with panic as she began to feel the pressure ease into her bones, making her pant with worry.

No…she couldn't give up. She couldn't die in the middle of a doorframe! With one last final push, she kicked herself through the other side of the door, her nose being assaulted with the harsh stench of iron and a strong sulfur smell. Climbing to her feet, she gagged, covering her nose as her back and abdomen slowly began to adjust to not being aggressively squeezed.

Knees buckling, Thallia stumbled down the hall, her head swimming through her own thoughts, wading through each idea and terror that flooded her brain. Her legs felt like they were about to give out on her as they shook. Her eyes widened through the hazy dust as she took in the sight of the long, metal balcony hallway, spanning far beyond her view. She could feel her heart sink just at the sight of it. Thallia shook her head, trying to dismiss the thoughts that formed in her head, her own psyche getting to the best of her, telling her she couldn’t do it.

With a heavy exhale, she moved her legs; one in front of the other, slowly building up momentum before she broke into a run. Thallia’s lungs pulpatated, gasping for breath as she built up a rhythm, dashing along the metal floor, her small footsteps skittering along the floor as her legs pumped, her calves slowly burning.

As she ran, Thallia’s eyes flicked through the extremely small holes that peppered the ground underneath her. Like a hawk, her pupils locked onto a lanky, skeleton-looking man that was hunched over a beaker of Shimmer, the purple glow tainting his face.

Thallia swallowed thickly, trying to keep her eyes ahead of her instead of down. Pumping her legs, she finally reached yet another door. Fortunately, it was one she was able to squeeze under. As she emerged on the other side, her eyes widened in horror as she took in step after step, mountain after mountain that took up her eyesight.

“Lady Janna above.” Thallia murmured to herself. As her brain buzzed with worry, she felt the ground tremble with the force of Deckard chasing after her, the sound of claws scraping through the rusted metal ringing in her ears with the pain of a thousand knives.

She felt her blood boil with adrenaline and Shimmer again, and with a sudden bullet of desperation, she lunged, hoisting herself up onto the first stair and panting like a psycho. Only twenty more of these to go…

[deifiledhound]

Need to find a nice puppy to pet, run my hands through his hair as he listens to my voice. Tell him what a sweet thing he is, how he’s being such a good boy for me. How all he needs to be is a good boy, to just relax, I’ll keep him nice and safe. Trace circles atop his thigh until his legs slowly start falling open. Keep talking to him until he lets his guard down fully, watch as his thoughts start to slip away from him through the weaving of words. It’s not like he needs to think anyways, it’s so much easier to just let it go, to just focus on what he feels. Slip my hand between his thighs to circle around his tdick, feeling every twitch as he soaks through his underwear. Make sure he’s just a needy thing, barely able to tell what’s happening, before slipping a finger into him or maybe just immediately pulling off the rest of his clothes and pushing him down onto my cock. Praising him for being such a good, obedient, well-behaved boy the whole time. For being such a pretty mindless toy and taking it so well.

[targrayenbunny]

trying

Hi. I've been into fandom for over a decade now and I have just started to feel comfortable and confident to comment on amazingly talented author and artist work but I also just started to try to write my own. It's new and scary but if anyone has any tips, tricks, advice, or even has the time to maybe beta read so stuff that would be great,

Sincerely signed a 22 years old trying to make friends on the Internet

P.S. if it wasn't obvious for the fact I said 22 years old please child don't interact

[sweetbutterscotch]

How would they react to their younger sibling trying to scare them

Leona

I know Cheka isn’t his brother but I feel like he would try to scare his uncle a lot

Leona was in his room scrolling through his phone but a sign escaped his mouth, he heard little laughter while his door opened slightly and shut quickly

Tiny footsteps getting closer and closer, Leona knew exactly what was gonna happen

“Boo!”

“Ahh, you scared me”

His face clearly unamused but the little lion cup couldn’t look more proud of himself

“I scared you again, hehe”

“Yeah yeah, you always get me”

Kalim

Kalim has more than 30 siblings and most of them are probably young not to mention Kalim plays with his siblings too, I feel like they would try to pull a lot of pranks on him and trying to scare him would be one of those pranks

At the Asim Palace the heir eldest son and his attendant trying to reach their goal, the kitchen

Both of them were hungry for something but still haven’t decided on what to eat and them they came up around a corner

“I was thinking about making-“

Before jamil can finish his sentence a kid not older than 5 years jumps out

“Boo!”

He was wearing a white cloth with little circles cut out for the eyes

“Wah!? A ghost!?”

“Haha! No Kalim it’s just me!”

The ghost reveals himself, a little boy who couldn’t stop smiling, grinning from ear to ear about his success

“I thought you were a real ghost! I almost had a heart attack!”

Kalim kneels down and opens his arms for the little one, the baby doesn’t hesitate and jumps into his older brother’s arms

“You want something to eat? Jamil can cook for us”

“I want cake!”

[rooksglasses]

HAII I’m in a writing mood so I wanted to do something for julian’s lore. Sorry if its more rambling than lore it’s very late for me. I’m also very open to anyone wanting to try to write out interactions between Julian and their rook or other characters!

Julian De Riva

Quick bits

Julian has a much heavier antivan accent in lore than in game because his mother gave him to a crow young. He’s no child by any means, but he’s always had that temper that everyone just magically manages to tick off. I also like the HC that elven blood is STRONG when it hits in elf-blooded children, and that qunari magic is unusually strong too.

For lore reasons I decided to stick with the more darker side of the crows, at least for his past, such as him going through their grueling process of crow initiation and how he was most likely indoctrinated to not see any of the wrongdoings crows do. His mindset is very “It’s not my business why a contract is made, I’m only given one to complete it,” and “The Crows rule Antiva.” He specialized in seduction and “honeypots” as his assassinations, but he still had to learn combat as a De Riva. His magic is primarily Ice focused, mixed with electricity to fit the Spellblade specialization.

The beginning

His mother is my inquisitor Issala Adaar, and his father has remained unknown as I haven’t figured out how to implement him yet aside from being an elven mage. Issala was only around her early 20’s when she was alone with Julian- Meras at the time- a baby developing magic far too early. As a tal-vasoth raised by qunari, she feared his magic, yet as a mother she couldn’t bring him to a circle after hearing everything they do to young mages. With his father out of the picture somehow, she didn’t have anyone in her inner circle knowledgeable in magic enough to help her. With both elven and qunari blood in him, Meras was developing magic at a rate Issala just couldn’t keep up with. He was cold all the time according to her; “No blankets ever kept him warm. I could be burning with how close I was to a lit fire and I swear, I could feel him giving me frostbite against my skin.” She was running out of options if she wanted to keep both of them alive. Fortunately- or unfortunately- a crow had been watching her. Rumors of a qunari with an uncontrollable mage child had spread in her town, and with everything she’s heard about Templars, who else could she turn to other than the only person who’s ever offered help?

“Let me take him,” The crow had offered. “I will ensure your letters reach him as he grows. I know mages who will teach him to control his magic, and let it flourish.” Her hesitance was soothed at each turn by his words; worries on the development, concern for how fast the magic grows, and how his ice magic always kept his temperature low. The only thing that held her back was the fact that it was her son. What kind of mother would she be if she handed him over to a stranger? “But what kind of mother would you be if you denied him an opportunity to thrive? Would you rather the templars discover him and rip him from your arms? Could you survive his cries? Allow me to take him while you can make that choice to begin with!”

And so with that, she had no other choice than to give her son, her little Meras away to a crow, an Antivan assassin. Issala herself had to return to mercenary work, both to keep her mind off the guilt of giving her boy away, and to earn money to find someone reliable enough to send letters to Antiva.

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Omg I’m so sorry if this looks weird I’ve never posted my writing before and I’ve never done a fic or anything similar before💔💔

[luvv4j4ybe11]

Felt the need to come have a wee chat to you in your inbox 🩷 wondered if you had any advice for me as I'm trying to start writing for the avatar fandom here and there? Ive already done a couple of pieces but 🤷 any advice would be greatly appreciated 🙏 also constructive criticism if you happen to take a look at what I've done (tho you absolutely do not have to ofccc) Ty babes have the loveliest day/night

I would say the best thing to do is read other people’s pieces so you have more info for your fic, and then just start writing! Just let everything flow together. And if you get stuck with something I’m always happy to help. Because when I posted my first fic I was anxious asfff but I asked my some of my mutuals to give me advice and proofread it and that’s exactly what they did! So I’m glad you reached out to me of all people like🥹 you’re the sweetest frl🩷🩷

Here are some more of my tips bc I didn’t say a lot in this ⬆️:

- when you read other people’s fics, make sure it’s the same topic as yours (so like smut,fluff, angst)

- try to avoid usin the word “said” or “says”, I usually will look up other words on safari or Pinterest bc they always help me out. But also it’s not the end of the world if you do use them, just don’t make it a habit ofc.

- make sure you put warnings, a summary(if you want), and translation(if you want), but warnings are the most important! Just to make sure people know wtf they ab to read😭

- in your fics make sure to talk about their tails and ears, bc i always do that since i like the visual it gives (especially if you’re writing a smutty story 😩)

- add periods and comas in the right places. And I know that seems obvious but I always forget to do it, even after I’ve proofread 3 times😭

- and adding to this ⬆️ when the character your writing for calls reader a pet name or vise versa, always put a coma before or after the pet name, depending on what your writing. So like: “what’s up, baby?” Or “mama, come here.”

- when you write dialogue, putting an action before the talking is what I like to do best. Idk why but it just flows better for me and I just like it. So for example:

“You brushed the two braids that hung infront of his face behind his ear. Catching his attention quickly as he looked at you with pretty amber eyes filled with confusion, brows furrowed together. “Come on, yawntu, I wanna show you something.” You purr before grabbing his hand and tugging him up, both of you racing to the forest together.”

- don’t forget capitals and punctuation! I do that a lot in my fics, that’s why proofreading is so important.

- adding to this ⬆️ tho, PROOFREADDD!! It’ll save you from embarrassment I promise 😭 I’ll always catch a word I spelled wrong or I’ll add something in or take something out and just fix my fic to my liking. But even if you don’t that’s fine!! People on this side of tumblr are always here to help with little mistakes made in your fics or they’ll just ignore it and fill it in mentally, bc we all know what you’re tryna say.

- also when you’re trying to focus on a character’s emotions, try to describe it with their speech and expressions. Example:

With expressions: “You threw your things down and sat on the bed with a huff. Brows knit tightly together and lips curled up in anger.”

With speech:“Leave me alone, *name*! I don’t wanna talk right now!” You shout at your mate, guilt slowly pooling into your stomach when you see his ears pin to his head, tail swaying behind him sadly. Causing your expression to soften as you walk over to him.”

- use italics,colors, and bold to make the story more interesting and dramatic. (A personal favorite of mine)

Example:

“He picks you up swiftly, saying a quick goodbye to his friends before storming to your shared hut. “You just love making me mad, don’t you, babygirl?” He growls, the anger radiating off of him making you stay silent. “Answer me.” He says sternly as he slaps your thigh. Hard. “Y..yes..” tone barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough for him to pick up on. Making a pleased smirk appear on his face before he opens the flaps to your hut.”

- the most important of all is to have fun!! Don’t overthink anythin and js let everything flow naturally. You got this baby<33

Here are some of the people whose fics I’ve read and learned from! I hope they help you out as much as they did for me🩷: @pandorxxx @pandorxxx @plooto @sweethoneycn @tiredmamaissy @teyamsatan @tallulah477 @tiyawnyana @teymars @hotdsworld @blue-slxt @neteyamssyulang @neteyamswillow @neteyamkink @neteyamsyawntu @atxxokirina @sulieykte @wheneclipsefalls @eyweveng @zafrinaxyz @inlovewithpandora @iseeyou-neteyam

I hope this helped you out! And my dms are open if you need any more help from me<33