#time to writeeeee

[darkbluekies]

My only goal for 2024 is to finish Golden trial pt2. You will get that damn oneshot before 2025 I promise.

[luckyyyduckyyy]

Me: Ya know, I'm glad I have more time to do stu-

Time: FUCK YOU *Mers your May*

Me: my fuckin mayyyy-💥💥💥

[gojonanami]

im so sorry this might be a long one i know but like your au got me thinking and the thought wouldn’t leave me alone so uhhh hear me out:

professor gojo is *really* picky about his teacher’s aide— they offered him a random student up front and they couldn’t keep up with him at all so he spends the next semester trying to find a new one

enter reader taking one of his upper division physics classes, doesn’t exactly stand out or makes any effort to— hell gojo doesn’t know who she is until he gets an exam back from her where she innocently corrected one of the formulas he decided to use in a problem and then from there solve the problem. his pride is a tad bit bruised but he was intrigued— who would have such a nerve to correct him? does a deep dive on her and realizes she’s one of his (if not THE) top scoring students. he’s curious, next day in class decides to do some old classic attendance taking. he calls her name and she wordlessly raises her hand up, she’s pretty AND she’s smart? this was a win win for him, professor gojo continues to monitor her from his end.

on the receiving end— reader is anxious because instead of blending in like she typically did she’ll now look up from her notes only to see “🔵👄🔵” staring at her. she was no different from her female peers who found this particular professor charming (she’s convinced he single-handedly caused the boom of female physics majors at their institution… women in stem ig) but she was also very passionate about her studies.

i don’t want to go too into it but gojo is a very meticulous person and he tends to get what he wants, and in this case he wants a pretty little TA (pet) at his beck and call.

(by no means are you obligated to make something of this 😭😭 it’s just an idea that’s been stuck in my head and i wanted to share with the class (haha get it) you have plenty to do already and i can’t wait to read them all— love you 🙏🏾💕✨)

omgggg yes i love this, and i want to write ittttt - this may be my professor gojo fic dsnjkf i love it - i love me a lowkey student who ends up catching the professor's attention :)

you are so sweet (also love the pun), and i appreciate you sharing this with me because now this will be occupying my brain space for the next few days while i write professor geto

[neixins]

38.4c fever somebody take me out back and put me out of my misery

[mocksfate]

my protags and silly romance hcs for each on a fine tuesday morning because why not

surana: ellie is a princess. well, she does belong to two of the most oppressed groups in thedas, but that doesn't deter her from telling you that she's a princess and thus must be treated as one. she dreams to meet a proper knight/gentleperson - the kind of person who's gonna sweep her off her feet, who would kiss her hand, write her poetry and do grand romantic gestures in her name, etc etc. all of this, because she's been influenced by the novel she read as a child, so obviously she'd like to pursue a fairytale romance. it's also why she's does NOT want to participate in one night stands at all (even in the tower they were big nos. 'you either woo me properly like the lady i am or you scram!!!')

hawke: maida is a mess 👍who actually, very much in opposition to ellie, prefers one night adventures. she's on the aromantic spectrum, making it hard for her to bore any romantic feelings towards p much anybody (v4rric you will always be famous). she's had a few lil and not entirely meaningful relationships back in ferelden, but in kirkwall she officially dated no one. she often hangs out at the blooming rose because she's fwb? a regular client?? how do we call it- of jethann and they actually become close friends by act 3. am i making one of the most minor npcs into an important figure in her life who both makes her feel good and gives her cool advice? yeah, sue me ig 😔

lavellan: melava is hilarious, god bless her. she starts as a loner and as someone who prefers being on her own because she and the keeper don't really get along (read her about to discover why!). before dai (she's 32 in dai), she had a total of two (2) relationships. this is also because my girl is asexual ! that + being used to being alone = not actively seeking relationships. when they do happen though, she turns into the most devoted person because she's always thought her life would have been filled only by loneliness and thus appreciates someone who is willing to open their heart to her. she's still awkward with words since those were never her forte, but she shows her appreciation with gift giving and acts of service. she became a warrior to protect, let her big arms protect you alright 🥰

rook: abrielle, being the oldest of the bunch, has the most experience in this field, but not in the way you think. since age 11, she's been trained as a bard. she was taught the art of seduction and emotional manipulation to get to targets and almost always felt like she wasn't being genuine whenever she stumbled upon a romantic entanglement of her own. it is the reason why she usually ended up being the one breaking them off. then antiva and emil happen and, oh boy. girlie was down bad. while she had a few lovers on her name, none ever came close to emil kortez. he was, undoubtedly, the love of her life. they were Freaky(tm) and unashamedly in love (good for them), but a part of me believes emil wasn't into it as much as abrie. still, she cherishes the memory and even joined the crows to fix his stupid ass mistake out of the love she still feels for him.

[raptorian]

Day 6: Mistaken Identity @flufftober Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Summary:

All he’d wanted was to quickly pick something from the Agency- so how did he end up wrapped in a blanket, soup in hand, watching the fourth season of Teen Vampire?

Aka. A sick Apollo gets mistaken for Trucy by an equally sick Phoenix Wright. Cue Phoenix taking care of him.

[keeps-ache]

need to be exploding something but i Can't for some reason. just Can Not. my ability to do is just. Nay

[dwtdog]

ugh i did not get anything done today

[larriescompass]

i’m planning out this fic i want to write sooo badly and it’s going well 🫶

[thecubes]

there is a hell worse than when some1 keeps trying to talk to u while u have headphiones on. it is when u are trying 2 WRITE !!!! and some1 keeps starting convos/reading things out to u . hell on earth

[forget-me-dot]

going to write today (manifesting)

[willow-lark]

i can’t find my copy of the metamorphoses 10 dead 172739 injured

[conivolos]

hey guess who found the motivation to edit my fic now

okay i think imight just. post my very unedited sow fic and just give it the no beta tag and be done with it

[hollyhomburg]

Hi Li!! I was the one that asked about the sneak peek but I just saw your panic attack post so… just a friendly reminder that there is no rush and the priority is that you feel better 🫶🏻 don’t worry about a sneak peek

but i promised!!! i'm sorry! i've been so fucking busyyyyy all i want to do is sit and writeeeee but here you go!!! i hope you're ready for some flufffff

BILY Sneak Peek

Namjoon’s arms tighten at the sound of movement. Thumb rubbing at the dimple of jin’s spine. But when he looks- eyes flinty in the darkness- it’s just you. He watches as you move, instantly fully awake, waiting and seeing if you're going to trudge too close to the edge of the nest and if you'll need him to man handle you (albeit gently) back into your place among the other soft and sleeping pups here. namjoon is patient, like a cat watching a mouse, waiting to see if you like Jinnie earlier, need to be caught.

Namjoon hadn’t let the pack omega fuss over the food for long, not without herding him back inside the nest. The distance between Jin and it’s safe walls the mental equivalent of nails on a chalkboard. Namjoon feels the need to get all his omega’s safe and in one spot like peanutbutter sticking to his very being.

Namjoon scans the nest, counting bodies and measuring breathes. Every pup is where they should be, snug and sated. Well, almost every pup. But namjoon is inclined to watch and wait and see if you come to him.

Your cheeks are round looking, eyes barely open, blinking blearily, wearing only a large dark t-shirt- because you complained that the nudity was bothering you earlier. It was an easily fulfilled request although the alpha’s might have bickered a little bit over whose shirt you’d wear. Jimin had won out- and you smell like him, like vanilla and alpha musk.

Although that might be due to the state of the shirt. The black shirt you wear is crisscrossed a little grossly with near-translucent evidence of your and Jk’s rubbing. But messiness and a lack of hygiene kind of goes hand in hand with heat. namjoon breathes in deep, a barely there warning growl on the exhale, luxuriating.

even from here he can smell how bred you are, the underlying sated current to your scent that tells him he's done his job and done it well. for a moment namjoon lets himself imagine that he's actually pupped you (all three of you at once, but whose really measuring namjoon's fantasy here) that soon you'll start to swell and sweeten. that you'll be as adorably dependant on them as you are in omega space all the time. the fantasy is so heavenly that namjoon's eyelids being to grow heavy.

Jin is going to absolutely go to town with you and Jungkook later. God, Namjoon would kill for a shower. Maybe in the morning.

Namjoon watches, mouth dry and knot sore. Namjoon is just detangling his thoughts enough to try and ask you if you need another breeding or perhaps growl at you in warning, when you get to where Yoongi’s slumped. knees to the side, body half propped up in a mess of pillows.

His pj’s are pulled low, the same flannel ones that Yoongi always likes but that Jungkook complains feels too scratchy. But you don’t seem to mind, immediately snuggling down into your mate. Your legs and Yoongi’s legs immediately tangling.

Namjoon has never asked what it feels like- your mating mark, beyond the barest scientific driven questions. but sometimes he wonders- is yoongi your north star? is he the taste on the back of your throat? the face you see behind your eyelids as you dream.

namjoon's hands tighten around jin's body, almost instinctively. he's been looking at the pack omega's throat alot more this heat, apreciating the musculature, the vein that namjoon can see pulsating. They've been together now for what- 6 years? almost 7? how much longer should they wait?

Yoongi wakes when you fall into his arms, a little thump, a little oof, Namjoon hears it from across the nest. In the quiet soft hum of dreaming bodies, Jungkook’s soft snoring and puppy twitches not far away in the nest.

But Yoongi doesn’t look upset at being woken up so abruptly, blinking as you duck low and nuzzle into his jaw, whining softly. Needy. Lying your body weight over him instantly limp.

“Hey little honey,” he says soft something barely intelligible. Brushing your tangled hair back from your face, ducking low to bump his nose against yours before he kisses you, soft and slow deep.

Namjoon hums, pleased.

[witchyravenarts]

You're Gonna Carry That Weight

Chapter Seven: Doc and Cowboy

Chapters:

Chapters Welcome , Chapter One , Chapter Two , Chapter Three , Chapter Four , Chapter Five , Chapter six , Chapter seven , Chapter Eight , chapter nine , chapter ten , chapter eleven , chapter twelve

Wooooo Back to a kind of normal Schedule. Kinda. Ahhhh Finals week are upon us, but I will be getting back to it during the summer because then I can actually writeeeee <3 Also the fight scene in this chapter I am so extremely proud of

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Summary: When Boothill arrives Reina is NOT happy about it. But of course when he has to arrive, the IPC does too. What will they do?

Content Warnings: Murder, Boothill getting to let loose, Mentions of gore (More Medical talk gore)

Word Count: 2k

Enjoy :)

What? Cat got your tongue Darlin?” Boothill smirked. He wasn't expecting to see the woman who broke his body down and replaced it with this metal one. She knew him inside and out, literally. He took a sip of malt juice and smiled. “Well? Ya gonna say somethin.”

Reina glared at him as she marched right up to him shoving someone out of the way. She normally wouldnt do that, but this fucking cowboy pissed her off. “What the fuck are you doin here?” She hissed.

“Getting a drink. Like a sane person would.” He replied leaning back on the bar with a smile. “Can I get another cup of-” “DONT serve him Dale.” She glared at the barman. 

“Why not? He's payin.” Dale said, pouring another glass. Reina sighed and held the bridge of her nose.

“Genuinely, WHY the FUCK are you here?” Reina spat looking at Boothill. 

“You answer your own question then I'll answer.” He said taking the newly poured glass. 

Reina sighed and sat at the bar beside him. “Dale. Can I have a water?”

“Don't drink?” “No. Hate the smell. Hate the taste.” She said as she took the water handed to her. “Thanks.” 

Boothill could only smirk, she really was pissed at him. It was kind of funny actually. She downed the water and put the cup on the bar. She looked at the empty glass, her eyes angry. Her eyes… tired. He turned around and faced the bar and put his drink down. “So you gonna answer your own question?” He asked.

“Because of you.”

“Ha?”

“Because of you I'm here. Because of you threatening me to make you that stupid body. Threatening my life. You ruined my life.” She spat angrily.

Boothill blinked. He then looked down at his own glass. He gently picked it up in his metal fingers and spun the drink. “I… I uh… I'm sorry.” He said. 

Reina traced the patterns on the wooden ar. Patterns that told a story of the tree. Told where it came from. Told where it grew… Where it was born… Like her it was ripped away from her home by someone. Never to return. 

“I don't forgive you.” She said.

“That's… That's fair.” Boothill said as he reached into his back pocket. He pulled out some cash. “Even if you wont forgive me, let me at least get you a drink. Ya look like you need it. Your eyes are tired.” He mumbled putting the cash on the bar. “Can I have some more malt and get the little-... I mean the Doc her usual.” He said.

“My eyes?” Reina let out a breathy laugh. “My eyes are nothing compared to yours. Especially how they looked that day.” 

“Ya remember that?” 

“Course I do. Not everyday you get to peel back someone's body. Not every day you get to see the inner workings of the human body in its whole. I normally would’ve seen just the inner workings of an arm, or a foot, maybe an eyeball if I'm lucky.” She watched as Dale put her drink in front of her. “Thank You Dale.” It was a Virgin Shirly temple. “Not every day do you get to see the body’s muscles and how they connect to tissue, bone and how nerve endings fire off real time as I take each piece and replace it with another. Your body gave me an understanding of the body that I never had.” She took a sip of her drink.

Boothill laughed as Dale filled up more of his cup, the surface tension luckily not breaking. “Well. I'm glad that I could give you some understandin-” He was interrupted by the doors bursting open. A young boy panting and panicked ran through the doors.

“DOC!!!” The young boy shouted. “IPC RAID!!” He panted. 

Reina’s spine stiffened before she quite literally jumped the counter. “Whoah whoah, what's goin on?” Boothill asked as he looked at her, absolutely dumbfounded. “Why are ya hidin?”

“WHY DO YOU THINK!” Reina spat, the wholesome moment clearly gone. “You ruined my life, those body replacements are illegal and You FORCED me to do it on you, and now They are after my ass!!” Reina hissed before Dale rushed her to the back. He didn't miss the middle finger she gave him.

Boothill sighed and took the revolver from his belt and opened up the cylinder of his revolver and checked the bullets. Six, seven, eight. Perfect. He smiled. “Okay Kid. Make sure no one is outside.” He smirked while walking out.

“Wait sir!!”

“Don't worry kid.” He adjusted the brim of his hat and walked forward, the blanket of his little girl billowing behind him. 

He walked down the rickety steps of the saloon and saw the ship a little ways away, and a group of five men walking towards the entrance of the town. The streets were barren. Good. No one will get hurt. He stepped out onto the gravel dirt path, the spurs on his boots rattling with each step. He made sure he was in the center of the street. Had to make dramatic flair of course.

It only took them a couple of moments for the group of heavy armored clad men to come with a man in a suit. Figures he wouldn't come out. He's probably all curled up in a nice penthouse watching his planet suffer and die. He was going to make him suffer.

The man in the suit looked around and his eyes landed on the silver cowboy who was tapping his boot whistling a tune of an old song. Hit the Road Jack? “HEY!!” The man in the suit shouted. “Get back inside. Don't you know that its illegal for people to be out during IPC inspections! Everyone must stay put while we check for criminals.”

The whistling stopped. And the only sound was the gentle breeze. “There are none here.” He finally spoke.

“Huh? Of course there are! The planet is full of pillagers, gangs and those like you!” 

“Those like me?” Boothill asked. “The only reason why there are pillagers, gangs and bounty hunters is because you destroyed this once beautiful place.” He said.

“This planet is under the ownership of the IPC. We control the laws of this land.” 

“This planet and its people belong to no one. Especially to the likes of you.”

BANG!!! One of the armored clad men fell, a bullet wound smoking from his head. The man in the suit gasped. His body tensing, his face. 

“Ya never want to mess with the people of Aeragan-Epharshel. Because we don't play when someone bullies the weak. And as a Galaxy Ranger…” Boothill looked up from the brim of his hat. His eye glowing, and his smile sharky. “That's our bottom line.” He said.

The man was shaking. “GO! GET HIM!!” 

The men with the armor rushed him immediately, their staffs swiping at him. But This was his normal. He quickly dodged out of the way of each and every one as if it were a dance. A dance with death that he knew oh so well.

He quickly kicked down one of the armored men, his spurr digging into the back of his head. Blood splashed against the ground. He quickly put his two feet back on the ground. AH! He bent back as a staff nearly swiped him in the face. He growled and fell onto his back and kicked the guys knee in, earning a shout. BANG!! His revlover’s barrel smoked. Three down Two to go, then he can deal with the man in the suit.

The two men came in for a pincer attack and Boothill rolled out of the way. BANG! Miss. Shit! He ran at the man and grabbed his face from behind. He slammed his head down onto his knee, earning a delightful crack. One left. He smiled at the armor clad man and smirked. He rushed the man in the armor and stopped, his face in his own. He could see his reflection in the helmet. He smiled. “Y’know… I don't really condone killing… But when it comes to you IPC Fucks.” He smiled as he put his revolver to his stomach. “It's more killin in the name of good. Sorry it had to end this way. You workin for a capitalist greedy conglomerate. Then dyin to a guy with a simple revolver.”

“PLease. D-”

BANG!!

Boothill watched as the man fell to the ground. He then turned his sights on the man with the suit. He walked slowly towards him. “I have three questions before I kill ya. And You are gonna answer me honestly and quickly.”

The man was shaking. “Please… Please don't kill me.”

“As I said before. I don't usually condone killing. But when it comes to you IPC fucks, and Oh ho… Especially those in the Marketing Development. That's when I really couldn't give a shit.” Boothill rushed the man and grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the dirt.

“One. You are gonna tell whoever sent you that it was an abandoned town.”

“That's not a question-” Click. The revolver was placed on his forehead. “OKAY OKAY!!” The man searched his pockets for the communication device and called. “R-Report. T-Town was abandoned.” He said trying to remain calm. “Over.” He said. Boothill then snatched the device from his hand and turned it off. 

“Good job Good job. So you can listen can ya~” He smirked. 

“Now. Question one: Where is Oswaldo.”

“I- I don't know.”

“Lies.”

“I-I'm just a footman. No one knows where he is!” 

“I'm gonna come back to this question. Question Two: Why are they still mining for the ore when all of it has run dry?”

“T-They want to drain the planet for its resources. But We-We have really taken everything!! I have heard reports that they are leaving!!”

“Question Three: What is the IPC’s next move?”

“A-As Said! I don't know!!! I'm just a footman!!” The man cried in fear.

“Last Question. Do you remember these names…” Boothill stood placing his foot on the man’s chest, his spurr digging into his chest causing him to cry out in pain. His revolver pointed at the man. “Nick. Grey. Viky. Johnny. Jacob, Krissy, Sally.” He listed them out as if it were a countdown. “Clementine.” “N-NO!! I DON'T!!” The man cried out in pain and fear.

“Course you don't.” He said.

BANG!!

Moments later Reina stepped out of the Saloon. She watched as the cowboy that had ruined her life years before, now killing those who were looking for her. The people of the town were scared to approach him. As if he could blow a fuse at any moment. Like a rabid animal.

Boothill could only look at the ground. He knew how they were looking at him. But then a hand came upon his shoulder. He looked at her. The Doctor. No. Reina.

“Thank You.” She said, 

“Course.” Boothill said, looking back down at the body of the man in the suit. “I need to get this communication device out of town. I'll come back by nightfall.” He said looking down at it.

“Okay.” Reina said. “I will make sure a warm meal and a good bed is here for you when you come back.”

“You don't have to.”

“Least I can do for saving the town that saved me.”

Boothill nodded and smiled. “Alright. Thank You Doc.” He said.

Reina watched as he began his walk out of the town. Was he really going to come back?

The sun set on the small town that was saved. The bodies were moved from the street, and to the morgue so they could burn them at the end of the month. Best way to get rid of infection was to burn it. That includes the IPC. The town that Reina called home became quiet. The saloon soon emptying out including the barman. But excluded Reina. She sat alone, tracing the patterns of the wood once again.

She smiled when she smelled the familiar scent of metal. She looked over to see the Cowboy once again.

“Took you a while. Welcome back.”

Boothill smiled, a tired smile. “Thanks. I had… I had to visit my family.”

Reina nodded. “It's good too.” She said getting up and walking around the bar. She opened the fridge and took out a plate of food, setting it gently in front of him.

“Thank you doll.” 

“Don't call me that.”

“Fine. Doc.”

“Reina.”

“Huh?

“Please. Reina.”

“Fine. Reina.”

[pazzispizookies]

HEY POOKIE

I heard you needed some inspo and someone to talk to so I shall share my thoughts

- end of the last ch was so cute and perfect Paige being awkward at first makes so much sense I think keep that up— like because of Azzi’s bad experiences with intimacy too Paige would obviously want to take things slow but I think Azzi would be getting annoyed cuz she trusts p and so she just kind of laughs and is like come on it’s fine

- some more angst will probs be good in some time but not too much just a lil bit like maybe when figuring out how to navigate the relationship and it’s just kind of new to them, one of them might keep emotions bottled up or smth about bad performance or smth because they don’t wanna like ‘burden’ or annoy the other

- just more cutesyness is what I want🥰 cuddling and being adorable

- the team making fun of them once they all find out is a must and especially nika and Caroline being secretive about it and then everyone starts to get sus

- like Paige and Azzi would be doing math that looks normal to the team but nika and carol know—maybe p is blushing super hard or they play a drinking truth or dare game and are asked to kiss the prettiest person in the room

- when they go back out again for a night Paige being SUPER overprotective and almost not letting her go

- some angst around Paige babying Azzi too much even tho shes trying to protect her, Azzi likely still wants her freedom and stuff and then they talk it out and Paige is like ik but I’m just scared and it was so hard to see you like that

Okay I’ll send more if I think of it, but loving the story so far and if you want try to make the chapters longer, but u do wtv works for you 🙃

THANK YOU POOKIIEEEE, I literally just answered someone else question and I was like “nah I’m gonna end the series” but like your right I could do so much more with it,

Y’all I’m just struggling with making the conversations natural like there so hard to writeeeee guys but yknow I shall power through,

I can definitely do some cuteness chapter 10 but with that there shall be angst in chapter 11. Like no spoilers but protective p will come out.

But feel free to DM me this was so kind and I appreciate it so very very much, much love to you pookie I hope we chat soon 💋💋 @souplored