#not my writing

[jube-art]

“I just don’t get why the little brat is my problem!”

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“I don’t deserve this"

My work for you aren't always the best, but you're mine , by lazarusfell for the @flashfambigbang !!

[panoffrying]

Bro I was so hungry for a Sozura fic, so I went searching for one and hidden away in a lonely corner of AO3 I managed to find this gem AND MY GOODNESS IT'S TASTY! @kuphulwho made a beautifully written, adorable, sweet story about Sozonius and Shamura. I hope to read more from you in the future if you do make anymore but for now, I shall savor this gem you've gifted us. Also have some fanart for it! I needed to make art about it, it's such a good story.

Not That Kind of Doctor (2321 words) by Kuphulwho Chapters: 1/1 With the rest of the cult asleep, and Shamura unwilling to bother their siblings or witness with their worsening head injury, Dr. Sozonius is put in a difficult position when they mistake him for a doctor of medicine.

[vampiregirlthingcock]

post-workout Fiammetta; part of an art trade/collab with @wolfgirlsmooches, where they supplied a short piece to go with it!

follow her, they and her stuff rules

their piece under the cut:

Rhodes Island has a written policy that the gym showers are single occupancy. Everyone knows this. Seemingly no one cares… Especially not Exusiai, who stepped in to join her lover, Fiammetta. "Hey, Fia. Saw you lifting some… impressively large weights." Fiammetta nodded, making room for her girlfriend to join her under the water. "Rest day's tomorrow." "Ah, gotcha…" Exusiai took a moment to admire Fiammetta's body, partially obscured by steam and soap. After gawking for a bit, she stepped under the water and kissed her lips. Fiammetta kissed her back, then handed her the soap. Exusiai lathered it over her chest and arms, trying to catch up with Fiammetta. "No need to rush, El. I still haven't washed my lower half." Fiammetta smirked at Exusiai. "Want to help with that?" Exusiai knows that smirk all too well. "How'd you know that's what I wanted? Did'cha catch me staring earlier?" "Well that, and…" She gestured down toward Exusiai's cock. "You're hard." "Hey! So are you…" Exusiai's voice trailed off. The sight of Fiammetta's body was far too distracting for her. "So I am." She paused for a few moments to let Exusiai take in the sight. "So, are you wanting to help?" Exusiai snapped out of her trance. "Yes, of course…" Fiammetta took Exusiai's soapy hand and guided it to her shaft. "There. Go ahead." Exusiai's cheeks reddened as she started stroking. "How's this?" She closed her eyes and tilted her head upward. "Good, good…" "Yeah?" Exusiai kissed her newly exposed neck, then quickened her pace. "You're so cute when you get like this…" Fiammetta whimpered. "What do you mean…" "All subby and soft, silly." Exusiai stopped stroking. "You're a good girl!" Fiammetta covered her face and groaned. "Do you have to rub it in?" Exusiai laughed, then let go of her lover's cock. She then turned and placed her hands on the shower wall, stuck her bottom backwards, and looked over her shoulder. "Since you've been a good girl for me…" Fiammetta bit her lip. "Can I?" "Go on, please~" Fiammetta eagerly stepped forward and buried herself inside of Exusiai. Exusiai wiggled her hips, intentionally tightening around her. "How's it feel?" Fiammetta grunted, placing her hands on Exusiai's hips. "May I start thrusting?" "Ah ah ah, manners~" Exusiai looked over her shoulder with a playful smile. Fiammetta sighed. "May I please thrust?" "And what do you call me?" She turned her head and looked away out of embarassment. "Ma'am. May I please thrust, ma'am?" "Hmmm… Then what?" Fiammetta turned back to face her lover, confused and slightly annoyed. "Then what?" "Are you gonna thrust just one time, or are you gonna fill me?" Exusiai pushed back against Fiammetta, making sure she stays completely hard. "…Fill you." "Then, would you like to rephrase your request?" Fiammetta looked away once again and mumbled her new request. "Please, ma'am, may I thrust until I finish inside of you?" "Yes, you may~" Exusiai giggled. "Don't act like you don't enjoy this. I can feel you twitching~"

[thesandsofelsweyr]

I'm a firm believer that one of the worst ways to hurt a man is with what he loves. So here are some of the contents of my brain.

Imagine Jason with a little highschool sweetheart, a girlfriend he'd fight for, die for, even.

But then shit gets fucked and he's with the Joker.

And the Joker is one smart bitch, he realizes there's a very easy way to keep him in line, and to make him suffer.

And it's her.

It'd probably be a mix of things that he's done to Jay so he knows exactly how much pain she's in, or stuff reserved just for her that he can't even imagine what she's experiencing.

Joker probably keeps her away for long periods of time just so Jay is being eaten alive by fear of what's happening to her, or if she's just straight up dead.

To make matters worse, under the threat of something far worse for both parties, he makes Jason hurt her too.

So Jason just cries and apologizes and begs for her forgiveness as he drags the scalpel across her skin.

Another heart.

Like the necklace he gave her for Valentine's Day. Like the little doodles he drew onto the notes they'd pass each other in English class.

Because if he's going to carve something into her beautiful, perfect skin it's going to be the shape that encompasses his love.

Thank you for sharing this with me, and for breaking my heart 😘

[essenceofarda]

Commission for @musing-and-music, gifted to @torchwood-99 !

‘Lady Eowyn,’ he said at last, unable to justify leaving one who was weeping, without first trying to offer some comfort.  Her head jerked up, confirming what Faramir suspected. She sprung to her feet, and her hand went straight to the hilt of her sword. Faramir held his hands up, and stayed like that, until the lady’s breathing steadied. - "The Lady's Hand" by TeamGwenee/Torchwood-99 Fic Summary: After one escapade too many, Theoden and Eomer decide it's time for Eowyn to wed. (post canon au)

This was such a delight to make (and for a great fic too!) !! Thank you to Musing-and-Music for commissioning me!! Everyone go check out this fic and give it some love <3

More info about my commissions here :)

[wayfayrr]

Ohhhh! I really like the people pleaser idea, especially as someone who has been called out as a people pleaser before...

Something that comes to my mind is the people pleasing coming from not just the need for approval but also for survival. Like, there's being 'fight' or 'flight' responses, there's also 'fawn': pleasing and appeasing the needs of someone else in order to avoid conflict and to establish a sense of safety.

<3<3<3

You pulled an accidental isekai and landed into Hyrule with nothing but the clothes on your back and maybe a few personal items.

You don't know where you are. You don't know who or what snagged you away, except for that, it had red eyes and that it might come back to tie loose ends. It'll come back to finish you off in a place that wasn't home.

You'll eventually find a group of men. Maybe you had eventually pass out, and they found your body? Maybe you happened to accidently stumble upon them, immediatly tense at the sight of their weapons.

When your story is spilled through shallow breaths, being pulled from your home because of a red-eyed beast, you’re met with quiet speculation and suspicion. Because Why — why were you taken in the first place? You weren't someone that had faced enemies born from hatred, nor did you have the hero's spirit; could you even be considered a threat with how you intentionally made yourself small in their prescence. Too afraid to take up an ounce space. Too afraid to do something that'll be considered out of line, something that could leave you bleeding if you weren’t careful.

It was agreed upon that you would join their group. It's not like you had anywhere to go.

You would struggle trying to keep up with them. You’re not used to so much walking or the monster encounters. (Especially the monster encounters) After a particulary close call that left you in the healing hands of Hyrule, you quickly realized how much you genuinely lacked compared to the others. Not in a self-deprecating way, but in a sense that you are, objectively speaking, dead weight.

You can't fight. You can't strategize. You get tired too easily. It felt humiliating when the literal child could find the courage to hold up his sword while you flinch at your own shadow.

You couldn't do anything without the chain. You couldn't survive without the chain. You’re dead without chain. The only words that fell from your lips was a simple “Thank you” to the traveler. Your wounds were healed but your heart felt heavier than it ever was before. Thankful, you were truly thankful to them for everything.

There was a new found hesitancy in your actions and words. Every sentence was carefully constructed, but your go-to would be silence, sometimes it felt better to not speak — speaking could cause conflict. And you couldn’t afford to cause conflict with the men that are keeping you alive. You also couldn’t afford leeching off of their kindness like a parasite, so you tried to find ways to be useful to them. You have to show them you can be as helpful and useful so there wouldn’t be a need to leave you behind. Try to stay in their good graces, and to make their more happy moods stay a little longer — keep an eye on the slightest change in demeanor, the subtle hints of anger and minimize that immediatly.

You couldn’t afford to lose their approval when they’re the only hand that kept you alive.

Anon holy shit your brain, I love all of this. it's so perfect.

it's so natural for reader to act like that as a defence mechanism too, they don't know the people they're with - or why they seem so intent on letting them travel with them when they're 'useless'. I'd love to see more of your take on it too because the fawn reaction was something I'd overlooked when rambling earlier and 👀👀 it's a good one

[infinitehyperfixations]

After reading “Taken” from @hyperactively-me ‘s king! Ghost x reader au, I threw this together for my prediction for the next part lmao

(Also you guys should really check it out it is SO GOOD. King! Ghost has me on a choke hold fr fr)

[predalien]

Not so much of an ask but it can be;

The human mate of a yautja turns out to be quite the pup magnet with the amount of mom/cool aunt vibes she gives off. The little shits, albeit adorable, are always messing with her hair, the babies (who are born blind, something she learned during her time at the village with the mothers) that some of the mothers in the clan allow her to hold like to pat her cheeks and mouth and click and chirp in confusion when they can’t find her mandibles (they probably think she’s deformed and ugly as sun lol), and the older like to play fight her and she always gives them one of her braided bracelets or beaded necklaces but that only encourages the others.

Back on earth, she was a gymnast and did aerial silk rope dancing, something that really hasn’t changed since meeting her mate and coming to Yautja Prime as she still practices. Some of the mothers of the clan have taken noticed and even asked her to teach their pups, which she wholeheartedly accepted.

[sophswritingthings]

Have to come off anon but have the fic you inspired me to write!

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OKAY, GOOD FUCKING JOB MAKING ME CRY FIRST AND FOREMOST (I literally felt tears in my eyes reading this; I’m not just trying to be nice)

ITS SO GOOD BABE!!! EVERYONE GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE AND READ THIS NOW OR SO HELP ME GOD

[jube-art]

Hi I love your art and I'd love to hear more about you Night at the Museum AU!!!!

Tim, rather notoriously, didn’t have a family. He was the only living exhibit in Space section, the lone cosmonaut among the turning planets and the swirling galaxies. In the day, he hung suspended, an almost weightless figure among the stars. 

He could just imagine Tim trapped in there with no one else. The doors close. The room becoming as dark as the space Tim was made to symbolise. The beautiful exhibit turning into something sinister. Space becoming confined. A prison. 

-@salparadiselost, Kindling, night at the museum au

[doodledraw]

my cool down doodle yesterday ended up becoming….a little more than just a doodle when I took the chance to experiment a little stylistically. Whoops?

anyhoo, this is a doodle from the mind of @goddammitjim, who wrote a codywan les mis actors au fic. The description of Cody watching Obi-Wan sing Bring Him Home (conveniently my favorite song) on opening night (ch 10) has been stuck in my mind since I read it, and I’ve wanted to doodle codywan again so….here we are!!

I hope you don’t mind that I played in your sandbox a little! I’ll link the fic here for anyone interested, it’s a really great one!!

[pathesis]

My friend @doctordash joined our PF2 game and his character, Patches is so cool and hot I'm going to explode.

Here's the Character bio he wrote for him below!:

Patches stands at a towering 7'2" despite his somewhat hunched over posture, his bloodline of a Great Gnoll is clearly evident in his powerful build and light-brown fur. The height is accentuated by a shock of vivid red hair, styled up into a wild mohawk that seems to keep its own shape despite any outward influence. Dark brown/black spots speckle his hide, though the distinction between what is natural and what is simply oil and grease can be hard to determine. His eyes are vivid yellow, crowned by a pair of dark-lensed goggles that frequently rest on his forehead, and his snout and ears are accentuated with multiple humble piercings made of reused nuts, bolts, and bits of junk, including a prominent ring dangling from his chunky black nose. His namesake is a dull grey-blue captain's greatcoat that has been patched, corrected, and carefully repaired dozens of times, frayed at the edges and showing its age. Beneath it, a tattered white shirt covers his shaggy chest, or often times, nothing. A pair of thick leather gloves, fingerless to account for claws, protect his hands when he works. A belt with a tarnished skull buckle holds up a baggy boiler suit tied at the waist, festooned with numerous tools of the smith's trade.

His pride and joy, far and above all else, is his reinforced Powered Armor. An unholy union of clockwork, steam, magic, and steel, the great metal behemoth serves as Patches' second skin. An intelligent design, custom built to fit his powerful frame, that turns the already intimidating visage of a Gnoll into an 8-foot unyielding titan of iron and flame. The base frame was clearly built from a mundane suit of plate armor, fitted with clockwork gizmos and clad in scattered salvage dredged from the depths of the Serpent Isles. The left forearm sports an array of gauges, dials and buttons, hooked into pipework that attaches to a back-mounted unit with a large smokestack. The helm piece has a slot for Patches' goggles to fit into, is fitted with rows of razor sharp metal teeth, and proudly displays its own signature mohawk, fashioned from a discarded sawblade and splattered with red paint. A worn ship's crest has been bolted to the front of the suit, the original name long since lost to the waves, and the passage of time. Instead, a new title has been cast onto the faded metal plaque with blocky, hand-engraved letters. MAYHEM.

[mytendermind]

hope, determination, and acceptance

[thesandsofelsweyr]

Loving this mini fic that @ladytauria left me in the tags of my scar post:

#thinking about someone worshipping every scar… #telling him how much they wished he *didnt* have to have the pain #but how proud they are that he got through it #how strong he is #how he didn’t let it strip him of his kindness. his tenderness. his ability to care #he went through hell and still came out with the capacity for gentleness #and he is so so worthy of love

🥲

[almost-poetic-assumptions]

"For we each of us deserve everything, every luxury that was ever piled in the tombs of the dead kings, and we each of us deserve nothing, not a mouthful of bread in hunger. Have we not eaten while another starved? Will you punish us for that? Will you reward us for the virtue of starving while others ate? No man earns punishment, no man earns reward. Free your mind of the idea of deserving, the idea of earning, and you will begin to be able to think."

― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed 

[wayfayrr]

I'm really happy you like my take on people pleasing reader ( ≧∀≦)ノ♡

<3<3<3

Expanding on the reader a little more is that I believe that there would be a lot of conflicting feelings toward the chain.

Like — the reader would eventually develop genuine affection for the chain because they're very charming people. Not to mention near death experiences bring people together. <333

Now, even with their affection, the fear of abandonment would always linger in the back of their mind. The chain is all they have to rely on in this new world. If they're discarded, who else could they turn to? Where else would stay? There isn't a guarantee that they could even return home.

Hyrule would be their potential resting place for the rest of their days. If they even live that long...

The situation — terrifying. Your entire life became shambles in a matter of minutes. And all you could do was hope for the best?

And with the chain, they were never obligated to take in the reader. It was a choice they made. And nothing could prevent these heroes from making a completely different choice.

Regardless, the reader is completely dependent on these men — and the reader is completely aware of this.

No matter how long they've been traveling together or how much they bond with one another, I think their paranoia would always outweigh anything else.

They love these people immensely, but they will never fully trust these people.

And that's something devastating for both sides to deal with.

oh anon the amount of angst you've added to this is just delicious, because you're so right about it all - as much as both sides really do care for each other there's always that underlying whisper of untrust and caution and I love it.

there are so many ways that it could be taken and how the different members would react that makes it such an interesting concept especially if the tables somehow managed to turn somehow because some of them might try to work on that untrust while others might use it to their advantage