#swishy writing

[themyscirah]

When you start anthropomorphizing the green lantern rings 😘💚✌️

[pantoranqira]

"Millions of dead. I hear them screaming. Before I'd even returned to Earth I could hear them in my mind. Before I saw the smoke blanketing California I knew something had happened. I hear them screaming-- 'Avenge me.' 'Avenge me.' 'Avenge me.'"

- Hal Jordan, on the destruction of Coast City; Green Lantern (1990) #46, written by Gerard Jones

[broke-on-books]

Something something my OC Whiskers (who is actually Vincent's cousin many times removed) aka Vincent Van Ghoul's cat. Anyways story goes that many years ago an ambitious and talented magician of the Van Ghoul clan messed up a spell and turned himself into a cat. Permanently. (Retaining most of his human intelligence after he did so) Anyways that worked well enough for the Van Ghoul ancestor but as the generations went on his descendants got significantly less intelligent and more cat-like. Until you get to Whiskers who is literally just a cat. (A cat who is haunted by his ancestors of various intelligences that only he can see, a great frustration to the more intelligent ghosts)

[soft-girl-musings]

oberyn martell

that's it that's the post

[fireflies-and-bluebirds]

types of people

midnight: soft eyes, tired faces, empty coffee cups, witty jokes and banter, sad smiles, sagging statures, sweaters in abundance, wild plans, good grades

dawn: soft makeup palettes, quiet words, pastel paintings, dainty laughter, inside jokes, younger siblings, morning people, fancy teas, swishy skirts

noon: "too bright", large smiles, loud, infectious laughter, sunflowers, denim, hands hiding in pockets, cigarettes, okay grades, napping under trees, pointing out constellations, bucket hats and bandannas

dusk: falling asleep, cozy video games, writing essays hyped on caffeine, blankets and pillows, lofi music, floral/botanical print fabric, jewel tones, flannel, wet grass, daydreams, taking notes

twilight: books, endless notebooks, astrology obsessions, english degree, hot cocoa by the fireplace, cold nights, snowfalls, cold hands, stage fright, drama/theater, large rooms with high ceilings, large dreams, drapery curtains

[gureumz]

hi! (idk if this hard hour ask is within your comfort zone, pls feel free to ignore this if it's not)

jungwon with a cat!hybrid gf has been occupying my mind rent free lately and i need to rant about it somewhere 🗣️

i jst think that jungwon has a master or sir kink in bed (esp since you're a cat hybrid) and he wouldn't even know it at first until the name just slipped out while he was fucking you. you wld utter the word "master" and he would immediately pause bc he never thought about it but the thought of you referring to him by a name of authority gets him so horny 🤭

i also think that despite you two not having an owner-pet relationship since that's kinda dehumanising, he wld loveee to have you wear pretty collar for him while you're in bed

(again, feel free to ignore if this makes you uncomfortable to write about 💖)

you're convinced you're about to die while in heat.

jungwon has been a big help, giving you whatever you needed as much as he could. but it just wasn't enough. something was lacking and you needed more.

your ears are twitching uncontrollably. your tail swishi ng about as you climb over jungwon's lap. he's on his phone, a look of concentration on his face.

"wonie," you whine, arms circling around your boyfriend's neck. you're already dripping, cunt rubbing against jungwon's crotch.

"again, baby?" jungwon asks, expression a mix of pity and exasperation. "we just finished, my love."

you let out a sound of protest as you desperately grind on him. "'s not enough! need you again, please please please."

jungwon sighs, setting his phone on the side. he pushes you off slightly, just enough for him to pull his sweats below his half hard dick.

"do it however you want to, okay kitty?"

you hurriedly align jungwon to your entrance, sinking down easily. your eyes roll back as you take all of him in, clumsily riding jungwon to full hardness.

"f-fuck yes! you feel so good, need your cock every day, master, please," you babble, unaware of one word that so easily slipped out of you.

you yelp as you feel a sting in your scalp. you reach behind your head and feel jungwon gripping your hair tightly in one hand. his other digs painfully into your hip.

"master, huh? need cock so bad that you need a master to tell you what to do because you're fucked way beyond dumb?" jungwon questions, tangling his fingers further in your hair.

you nod. "yes, master! need you, kitty needs you!"

jungwon's eyes darken, a smirk tugging on his lips.

"okay, kitty. show your master how much you need it."

[anarchy-and-piglins]

About the c/Techno tail wag. He ALWAYS (unless otherwise stated due to being in a human AU) has a tail when I write him. He wags it when he's happy and it's a dead give away that he's happy despite his stoic expression. He curls it around his leg when he's nervous. He thrashes it like an irritated cat when upset. He hold the end of it and combs out the tuft of fluff on the end as a stim. He ties little ribbons and bells on it because he likes the weight and swishy-ness feeling and the little jingling. Even if he's fully pig/piglin/piglin adjacent featured, man's still got himself a tail.

INCREDIBLY BASED.

On DSMP Techno wears his giant cape so the only people who have seen the tail are those who have seen him without his cape like when he's at home, relaxed (Phil, Ranboo, Niki, etc). In public people can't see his tail starts to wag like crazy every time he sees Phil.

[slocumjoe]

What do the companions do/wear on their days off?

omg this is such a good prompt...

Companions' off-day

Cait;

What she does; Relax as much as Cait can relax. She might clean her gear, or practice her aim at the shooting range, but Cait takes her quiet moments where she can get them. Though, her idea of quiet isn't actually...quiet. She likes the bar scene, telling stories of her and Sole's exploits. Cuts back on booze after the Vault, but still takes a soda to toast to her own badassery.

What she wears; Tank tops, baggy pants. Soft shorts, sweats, lounge wear. Assuming she feels totally safe, of course. You can tell her comfort level by her pants of choice. Her normal leathers? Uncomfortable. Jeans? Open to relaxing, but unsure. Cotton or fabric? It's lounging time, baby.

Curie;

What she does; All sorts of things. Curie dips her fingers in everything she can. She bakes, she runs tests and experiments, she works at the clinic, she tends to animals, she gardens, she does this and that and that and that and...a very busy bee. Curie is never not doing anything. Berry-picking, trying her hand at weapon crafting, kickball; Curie's days off are full of activities and learning.

What she wears; Colorful clothing, fun patterns. Floral button-up blouses with high-waisted pants and sneakers, flannel overshirts with comic graphic tees, long dresses and skirts. She really likes dresses. So swishy! All her clothes are dirt-stained at the knees.

Danse;

What he does; Train, tuneup his gear, patrol, repeat. Danse doesn't have much outside of his military life. There isn't a buffer for him. He doesn't have an off switch like that. After BB, this worsens. Doesn’t eat, sleep, or stop doing. The other companions intervene and force him to take a break, but it's uncomfortable for him. Eventually they take turns keeping Danse busy for his own wellbeing. Cait spars with him, MacCready takes him shooting at the range, Preston has him gardening, et cetera.

What he wears; Work clothing. Overalls, jeans, tighter shirts that won't snag on little bits of machinery.. His boots are forever caked in mud. Used to like Tacky Old Man Patterns and brighter colors, but After BB, wears dark, form-hiding clothing, like thick sweaters and coats. Gets a lot of body image issues. Starts wearing hats to hide/shadow his face.

Deacon;

What he does; If really relaxing, Deacon is most himself. He reads, tailors his clothing, listens to music and radio shows. When Deacon relaxes, he isn't doing anything but enjoying media. It's not often he gets to relax. He'll also play with makeup and his wigs, trying out new potential looks. It is genuinely fun, even if for work purposes. Likes helping Curie and Piper with their makeup.

What he wears; Hoodie, sweats, crocs. Comfy, nondescript. If he's relaxing, he isn't being Deacon, Railroad Spy for a bit. He's just Deacon. And Deacon wears crocs and a hoodie with a weird graphic on it.

Gage;

What he does; Depends. Is he still a Nuka World raider, or domesticated by a Minuteman Sole? If former, uses the off time to run his own little investigations into everyone else, keep tabs. Works, basically. If domesticated, sits on a porch with a smoke, watches the sheep (settlers) go baa (tend the fields, run their shops, guard the settlement, etc). Whittles as a hobby, makes intricate wooden animals. Teaches Shaun how to do it. Kids take to him, weirdly enough. Also plays harmonica, but only in private.

What he wears; Tank tops, dark jeans, and his usual shit-kicker boots. Raider gear is messy, but its every-day practical. Has a furlined jacket he dons if cold, but he avoids it because something about a furry coat collar makes woman irresistibly attracted to you, and he prefers to lay low.

Hancock;

What he does; practices knife tricks, reads, writes, fiddles with his gun (never happy with the recoil), plays video games on terminals or Sole's pipboy. Babysits Duncan, plays video games with him. MacCready doesn't need to know Uncle John has a higher score in Zeta Invaders than him. Often goes 'campaigning', asks people about their thoughts on leadership and community.

What he wears; Pants, boots, no shirt or a very loose shirt. Has cut the bottom off of dresses to make the top a shirt. Gives the bottom to Curie to make into skirts.

MacCready;

What he does; Shooting practice, video games, comic books, puts models together, and most curiously, draws. Rather good at it. Draws his own comics, but most his impressive work is his diagrams of wasteland critters. He does it to help his head remember weakpoints, point out openings in the middle of chaos. Plays toys with Duncan shamelessly.

What he wears; Warm clothing, mostly, no matter the weather. Thick sweaters, soft slacks, jeans...practical, but comfy. Dislikes silky fabrics, loves thick socks. Wears his hat everywhere.

Nick;

What he does; Loves activity books, especially number-based puzzles. They're kind of hard to come by, and he feels bad filling them out since they're not in production. Piper and Nat make new ones for him. He's also good at the piano, and when he can find a functioning one, likes to just sit and enjoy the music. Tries to teach Danse piano, but good God, that man couldn't carry a tune if he glued it to his hands.

Wears; Nick is an old man. He's always in the slacks, the suspenders, the button-up dress shirt.

Piper;

What she does; Makes Nick's puzzle books, for one. She likes racking her brain to find a challenge, look for little details to catch him up. Enjoys reading, obviously, but writing tends to be a work thing. Piper likes writing, but when you do it for work, doing it to relax feels like making a paradox.

What she wears; Jean shorts, graphic tees, and baggy tank tops. Wears flip flops and crocs. Puts her hair in low pigtails since its a bit too short to go all the back in one tail.

Preston;

What he does; Tries his damndest to relax, but he just can't. He's always all nerves and waiting for the other shoe to drop. He's cooking a new recipe, or patching up his coat, or making maps. Really likes cartography, scary accurate. It takes a lot to really get him to let his guard down. After Blind Betrayal, takes Danse under his wing since they're in similar boats. They talk a lot of history.

What he wears; Sweatpants, soft shirts and flannels, warm clothing. He's easily cold, especially his hands and feet. Wears gloves and thicker socks often.

X6-88;

What he does; Trains. If forced to take up a standard method of 'relaxation', will take up art, weapon crafting, or try his hand at Nick's and Piper's puzzle books. Sometimes he blows through them with a scoff, other times he gives up and asks the solution. Fascinated by those trick, brain teaser puzzle toys.

What he wears; Dark shirts, dark pants, dark boots. He's never not dressed nicely, cleanly, and formally. Even his sleepwear (once Sole demands he treat himself to his very own wardrobe) is elegant in a way. The sunglasses stay on, always.

[thenerdyindividual]

Arthur/Gwaine

Dumbass4Dumbass, irritation to lovers, jock4jock, knight/king, chaos4chaos. I love this ship and I need to write more of this ship. It’s so good. I love how much disdain Gwaine pretends to have for Arthur, despite being willing to die for him. I love how annoying Arthur finds Gwaine but would still fuck him. Neither of them have a brain cell, as soon as they step into a room all their brain cells transfer immediately to Merlin or Gwen.

Gwaine is so swishy and Arthur is so uptight, and I love the idea that Gwaine would get Arthur to lean into his hidden chaotic side. I also love the idea that Arthur shows Gwaine how to wise up and take life seriously.

Also the sex has to be full of banter and be so silly. Gwaine would commit to a bit and not let it go, and Arthur would be so annoyed that it didn’t turn him off.

I am ranking this:

A-Tier

Send me a Merlin Ship and I’ll rank it on a tier list. Note: This is a subjective ranking and a low ranking in no way means that I am shaming you for your taste in ships.

[inexplicifics]

So… will we get to see Aiden in a dress?

In With Tenderness and Nobleness, he jokes (?) with Lambert multiple times that he’d look good in a dress (and maybe a corset?), and when they’re dancing, he thinks about how fun a swoosh twirly skirt must be.

It’s given me so many fantasies! I imagine Sasha would be slack jawed in a mixture of shock, arousal, and confusion.

Would it be on a dance night in Kaer Morhen where no one bats an eye? Or, if it was during a diplomatic trip, would Aiden do it thinking Sasha would be embarrassed/scorned for having a male lover and shave so the nobles would believe Aleksander had a tall, butch female Witcher girlfriend (though of course Aleksander would tell him he loves him just as he is)? Or would he be defiantly himself, starting to feel disappointed and rejected when Sasha panics for a minute before sweeping him into the most flamboyant and scandalously romantic dance of the event?

And of course Aiden would have to have Milena show him how to hide daggers in a gown, just because he’ll need to pull them out and twirl them at some point before making them inexplicably and smugly disappear. Sasha can discover the secret of how it’s done later, when they’re alone.

Or, maybe some other scenario entirely that you would make happen with the beauty and grace you write everything?

(Sorry, overly excited rambling. Never happens in fandom! ;) )

Aiden may well end up in a dress at some point, because swishy skirts are delightful and Sasha would look so entertainingly flustered. But he'd do it for fun, not to pretend to be Sasha's girlfriend; probably at Kaer Morhen, for a dancing night.

And yes, he would finally get to learn the secret of Milena's suddenly appearing knives. He'd be so put out that he hadn't figured it out earlier.

[themyscirah]

ring exchange Simonjess fic about their first time being apart for a while (think a long term deep space mission) after they get together except it set like a songfic to "[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]" by e e cummings...

[pantoranqira]

*sighs* it is now a thing

[ddejavvu]

could you make a drabble or a fic, whatever you’d like, of eddie comforting reader for being teased at school for no tits, like absolutely non flat chested type thing, and insults like boy body, stuff like that. it can end with smut or not either way, tysm and i love your writing 💗

hi lovey! i hope you're not going through this rn, but if you are i'm sorry that people have such mean things to say! i hope this helps :)

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Thankfully, Eddie catches you on the way out of your last period class, he doesn't come in to get you. Had he come in, he'd have seen a gaggle of self-centered cheerleaders, all mocking you for having a less-than-buxom figure.

"Why do you even need this?" One of the girls snapped your bra strap against your shoulder and the others laughed, "It's not like there's anything there to support."

"Shut up!" One of the other girls cackled, "Do you think she special orders them for her size?"

"I bet it's just a boy's tank top," Another sneered, "It's not like she needs actual cups."

You shuddered at the memory after you'd finally managed to escape them, running headfirst into Eddie's chest as he leaned casually against the wall outside of the classroom that you'd turned towards when exiting the room. He laughed good-naturedly at your clumsiness, his hands pressing against your forearms as he steadied you.

"Jesus, y'okay sweetheart? If you keep your head down you can't see." He tips your chin up with one finger, frowning at the lost look in your eyes.

"What's'a matter, baby? Test go okay?" He remembers the late-night study session you'd had last night, flashcards still strewn about your room.

"Test was fine." You mumble, wincing when the group of cheerleaders push past you to get out of the room, knocking you further into Eddie and snickering when they collide with you, "Can we go?"

Eddie glares sharply at the girls who pay him no mind, all swishy ponytails and skirts as they chatter on about the basketball game tonight. His fists clench by his sides but you grab them, smoothing them out so that you can tuck your hands into his own.

His fingers curl around yours and he glances back at you, nodding solemnly as he lets you lead him out to the parking lot. He keeps a protective grip on your waist that warms your heart, and you can't help but giggle as he rushes for the door of his van, opening it for you and bowing dramatically.

"My lady." He speaks in a low voice, practically bent in half as he herds you into his van. You step up into your seat, and when you turn back to the door to close it you find his face right beside your own, a cheeky grin on his lips as he presses them to your cheek.

You squirm under the forceful affection, your head pushed to the side as he seems to be trying to bruise his lips against your cheek. You can feel him giggling against the kiss and you finally give in, squealing a high-pitched, "Eddie!" that makes him break away. Before you can berate him for his antics he slams the door shut, racing around to the driver's side of the van and hopping in.

He doesn't bother with his seatbelt, turning towards you with the fond smile still lingering on his lips. It's fading fast, however, and you know what's next.

"Wanna talk about why those girls shoved you?"

"They were teasing me." You sigh. You don't want to hide anything from Eddie, not when he's already so concerned. The fire in his eyes when he'd seen you get shoved was somewhat surprising, but you're flattered to know that he cares that much about you.

"About?" His jaw tightens as his suspicions are confirmed.

You bite your lip, the words embarrassing coming from your mouth, "My body. They- they said my chest was too small."

"Well so are their boyfriend's dicks," Eddie gripes, "Who gives a fuck?"

"Eddie!" You can't help but huff out a laugh at his eager defamation of basketball players, "It's fine, it doesn't matter. I can't really do anything about it, 's not like I can just grow bigger boobs."

"Even if you could you shouldn't want to," He scowls, "At least, not 'cause of them. Would you be upset about it if they hadn't said anything?"

"No," You admit, "But I just-"

"But nothing," Eddie huffs, shaking his head so that his hair flies everywhere, "It's their problem. And it's not their body, so it makes no fucking sense why they're griping about it. I'll talk to 'em."

"No," You pleaded, eyes going wide, "I can't have my boyfriend tell my bullies to be nice to me! They'll just tease me more!"

"No they won't." He smirks, settling against the seat with his arms over his chest, "You forget, the school thinks I'm possessed or some shit."

"What, you're gonna threaten to curse them?"

"Yes!" Eddie confirms, amusement dancing in his eyes, "Can you imagine? They'd be scared shitless, it would be so good!"

"Don't bully them back," You scoff, though a fond smile creeps over your face, "Just let me deal with it. If they do it again, I'll let you know, but for now let's just ignore it."

"Alright," Eddie relents, reaching for your hand across the seat, "Y'know your body's, like, perfect, yeah?"

"Eddie," You groan, your face growing hot, "Don't-"

"I gotta! Y/N," He huffs determinedly, "What kind of a boyfriend would I be if someone shit talked my girl and I didn't even tell her it wasn't true?"

"It's okay, Eddie." You smile at him, albeit a little weakly, "I'm okay. I know they're just being mean, and you don't have to rectify their mistakes."

He giggles a little at the word 'rectify', and you curse his immature sense of humor. He pushes through, though, leaning over to pop a kiss onto your other cheek now.

"I know I don't have to," He lingers by your face, and you turn to look into his eyes, "But I want to. 'Love tellin' you you're beautiful, sweetheart." He confesses, kissing your nose next, "'S my favorite thing to do."

You highly doubt that, but you play along.

"Oh, yeah?" You murmur, your breath hitting his face, "Why?"

"'Cause it's true." He insists, finally pecking your lips, a few strands of his hair tickling your face, "And 'cause it gets you all flustered."

[siena-sevenwits]

Stealth cosplaying as Harriet Vane with:

my red heels which really only come out for writing or teacherly business

a black, grey, and white cloche hat that looks 20's-ish (because I don't have any suitably 30's hats,)

and a black and white swishy dress that would be suitably sub fusc were I wearing an academic gown over it.

Got a 1930's/soundtrack mystery-flavoured playlist playing. These papers are gonna get marked! They cannot resist the force of imaginative atmosphere!

[rypnami]

oliver prewett

about

full name: oliver francis prewett nickname(s): ollie age: 16 date of birth: 18 april 1900 birthplace: london, england blood status: pureblood house: ravenclaw wand: larch, 12 inches, unicorn hair, slightly swishy sexuality: pansexual height: 5’2 quidditch position: seeker

personality

traits: shy, sweet, bookish, intelligent, polite, quiet, loyal, nerdy likes: plants, herbology, his friends, reading, studying, historical fiction, writing dislikes: the dark, hot weather, bullies, insomnia, being late, loneliness, loud people, spiders patronus: unknown

family

parents: leander prewett and sebastian sallow extended family: anne sallow (aunt), ominis gaunt (uncle), jasper sallow (cousin), prewett family

relationships

partner: n/a friends: ruby ambrose, jasper sallow enemies: ellenore noke

future

career: herbology professor spouse: unknown residence: upper hogsfield pet(s): kiki (cat) children: none (afaik)

other facts

- at the age of 15, he learns what sebastian did in the catacombs. because of this his boggart begins to take the form of dementors, as he’s terrified of them taking one of his dads away - his favourite colour is blue, and he loves wearing his school robes - he’s probably autistic

also just general notes on this au/my version of canon or whatever you want to call it; sebastian works as the DADA professor. ollie is sliiiightly embarrassed that one of his parents is also his professor, especially since a lot of his classmates are probably thirsty for him, but he’s also glad to have a parent close by.

leander works as a curse-breaker for the ministry and is often away on dangerous missions. definitely a contributing factor to ollie’s anxiety

((some of this is based on a prewlow rp i did with @/blueraineshadows- this is how i think their story would have gone in the end ❤️💚))

[kjs-arcade]

hii! could we get a stimboard or moodboard (whichever is easiest) for a spencer reid fictive? she likes brown and yellow, books, writing, reading, dogs, cats, and swishy skirts, and elle and derek

💛 ⸻ Spencer Reid Stimboard - ft. dogs, cats, writing, reading, books, swishy skirts, yellow, and brown!

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