#writin stuff

[tigerdrop]

i wrote about the batter getting high, getting tied up, and getting jerked off. and you can read it here

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

7 for the fic writer ask thing! bc i have THEORIES about this and i swear by using cambria in a nice navy blue color LMAO

ok so this is so hard CAUSE I was broken of usin fun fonts n colors by my high-school writin teacher that would ONLY let us write in 12 point times new Roman n I never UNbroke myself :( (however I do a FAIR amount of writin just in tumblr drafts with the purple theme on so. that I suppose.) HOWEVER. I am ENAMORED with this cambria navy idea. I simply MUST give this a go

[roipecheur]

Local 1331?? Is that a union AU?? Comrade roipecheur??

It's about Batman's assorted bats, birds, and other Gotham vigilantes unionizing with I.H.U. Local 1331, International Henchpeople United, representing lackeys, goons, and minions in the larger Gotham-Blüdhaven metropolitan area. 😎

This is inspired by my ongoing read-through of Tim Drake's appearances, starting in the late 80s up to the 2011 reboot (I'm currently in 2004) and the way Bruce treats Gotham vigilantes during that time. Essentially, acting like the unilateral boss of anyone who crops up, manipulating them into doing what he wants without sharing information, trying to impose the authority to put people who don't work with him and never asked for his permission in time-out, etc.

Since Batman seems to have decided he's everyone's boss, they've decided to treat him like one--by unionizing!

It's what he deserves 🤣

[bangtanagan]

periodically I remember my torchwood au, rewatch half a season of the show, reread my favorite fic, and write maybe six sentences before shelving my wip again. rinse, wait 4-6 months and repeat.

[roipecheur]

Protonmail has a free drive feature now with limited storage. You can store files though not edit them as in docs.

Cryptpad.fr is a good Google drive alternative.

I am begging people to use LibreOffice and personal storage devices like hard drives or USB sticks instead of relying 100% on Google Docs. LibreOffice is free and open-source, it saves files to your own computer, and it lets you save as many different file types. You can write in it, format ebooks in it, and do everything you might possibly need to do as a writer.

"Oh, but I'll lose my USB stick--" Fine, back things up in whatever cloud you use as a form of extra protection, but you should also try your absolute damnedest to also put them on some form of storage that isn't a cloud.

I know it's not accessible to everyone, but if you at all have the ability, don't rely on shit that lives on other people's computers. Especially with everything going on with AI theft and aggressive censorship of adult media. If you don't store your files on your own personal computer that you have control over, your files aren't fully yours, and they're at the whims of whoever owns the cloud.

Learn where your files are stored and how to access them. Get into the habit of backing up your files to your own personal storage. Even if you're not up for intense tech research and you don't care about how the computer actually works, please stop letting your art live in corporate clouds.

[dorfette]

Daydreaming about my story while at work and trying to keep a straight face while internally I'm just

[discountlittlebro]

Sometimes I wanna post my darker fantasy stuff but then I freeze up and go,,,,mmm maybe not

Just know they’re in my head and the right audience would adore them but I don’t know if I have the right audience, ya know???

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

I’m the anon who sent you that ask about Sonic and Shadow’s relationship in the Chronic Sonic au. If your post saying you ignore long asks was directed at me, can you please just… post the latest version without answering? I would prefer to save it to my likes and maybe have other fans read my thoughts.

thank you

Well no, it wasn’t just directed at you, there are a couple long asks in my inbox (some of which are positive and very beloved and i cherish, Dopambles I’m looking at you <3). But you’ve sent your ask twice now and this one too so I’ll answer this one. I don’t really want to make this a big long thing, but I also don’t really wanna leave ya hanging when this seems so important to you so lets do this (everyone else can ignore this if ya want I’m going long-winded through everything.)

So, reasons i don’t like to respond to or even post long asks sometimes lets do this [cracks knuckles]

1. I don’t like posting things onto my blog that I haven’t checked over first. I struggle a lot in reading and comprehending long asks. I don’t know why, it’s weird, okay. Let’s leave it at that. I’m not gonna blindly post walls of texts to my blog without checking them over first, because I want to make sure I’m filtering asks so nothing harmful gets posted to my blog. You’d be surprised at how whack a lot of anons can get. Not to say your ask was whack, but I also am struggling to read it so it’s hard to say for sure! It’s not due to the nature of your ask, it is simply because my brain be like dat.

2. Sometimes, I just don’t like having to scroll through walls of texts that aren’t my own to get to my latest posts. I get a lot of asks as it is. I do love answering them, but when they get long, the amount of time it takes to scroll through em makes it hard to refer back to my previous posts and is just is not intuitive or fun when interacting with my own blog, which leads me to my next point

3. This is my space. My blog is by me for me. I choose to post and share to interact and have fun with other people but at the end of the day this blog is my space. I did not create it for anyone other than me. I welcome the people who find joy in my stories here, but this remains my space. If i was being paid for this it’d be different, I’d absolutely curate and change things to make it a better and easier experience for those that i charged to be here, but like… I’m not being paid for this? And to ask me to do what you want in my space so that you can have the experience you want is… i dunno it sounds a little entitled. (I’m not saying that you ARE entitled, only that it sounds like it to me personally.) Contacting me even after I expressed my difficulty in answering asks to try and convince me to post it for your sake is a little rude. I’m not a professional creator, I’m not a person with fans, I’m just a random dude trying to have a good time with other people on a dumpster-fire website. I’m not a creator trying to make sure everyone else is having a good time. This is what i do in my free time to relax and—

4. —being a moderator for other peoples hc’s and conversations is not personally relaxing to me. My blog is not a public confessions blog and I am not a public message board. I am honoured when people share their personal stories and how what I doodle has helped them feel seen and that things will be okay, but I’m not a place for other people to come say what they want to each other, I’m a person, not a message board. How other people use Tumblr is up to them, however, I am not going to change how I use tumblr so that you can have a better experience when it will make the experience worse for me.

5. If i answer asks, I don’t draw. And I like drawing. If I’m posting asks (even without answering them) and stressing about being the middle man in conversations that I will have to regulate to make sure conversations stay kind, that takes a lot of time and energy and I got so incredibly burnt out when i tried to do that. So i stopped. And I will not be starting up again simply so you can have a good time, because I will have a bad one. And this is my space to not have a bad time. If something stresses me out, I will not do it here, it is as simple as that. I have my whole irl to be stressed about.

These are some of the reasons I don’t like to post long asks. I have notified you that I struggle to read, I don’t understand why you continue pushing. I have amazing anon’s who send wonderful long asks who have been kind and considerate with me about my struggles reading and processing. They continue to send their wonderful asks and have assured me it’s okay if I never post them. I am confused as to why you cannot seem to respect my decision as well.

The final reason regarding my hesitance in posting your ask in particular is simply that your hc was not accurate to how I was aiming to portray the characters in the current timeline. You are more than welcome to hc and speculate, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, but I cannot simply post it without answering it like you suggest because I would need to clarify that it’s not true. When I used to do that, people would start to misinterpret my au’s and it stressed me out. It takes hours for me to write up responses to things sometimes because I want to make sure I’m being kind and thoughtful and accurate. I am honoured that you shared something personal but what you wrote is simply not where the characters are at right now. It could be them in the future, but it is still early in the au so that kind of resentment hasn’t set in yet. Shadow is hurting because he’s taking the brunt of Sonic’s negativity but he is resigned to it because for him nothing else matters as long as Sonic stays alive, even if he has to be the person Sonic hates in all this and that is heavy. He’s angry at him when he does not take care of himself, but he is not resentful. Sonic struggles with being a burden on all of his friends, not just Shadow. The way you described the relationship was closer to how Tails and Sonic interact than Shadow and Sonic and even then, there’s more going on that I just don’t have the time or energy to really walk through. And besides, I want to save that energy to draw out things later.

As i shared with another commenter who asked something similar, I can absolutely DM you your ask back if you want to save it. However I don’t understand why you need me to post it to save it your likes if you simply want to save it. You have your own blog you can post it to. Why does it need to be on my blog? Why do I have to do extra work so you can have an easier time to do what you want? I am very grateful for your interaction and love of my comic, and I understand it’s frustrating when people make things harder for you to have a good time, but that’s exactly what you’re doing to me by asking me to change how I use tumblr to suit your wants instead of what is easiest for me. I am not a public service you pay for. I am a person, a full time student with family issues, struggling siblings that I’m trying to help, a person who is struggling myself. I have a limited amount of energy in a day, I get tired quickly. If i want to continue to find joy in drawing I have to set boundaries. You may not always know why someone does something, I guarantee there is more here that I will not share because it is personal. Sometimes you just have to be okay with not knowing, you have to be okay not understanding, and you have to be okay without an explanation that makes sense to you. All you need to do is understand that often times there is a reason people behave the way they do. It’s not a reflection on you or their opinion of you, it is simply many other factors at play that lead to such an outcome.

I sincerely hope this did not offend you, I am not angry with you, nor do I wish for any of this to be taken as scolding or upset you. If it has come across that way, I apologize. I am sorry I am not in a state to give you what you want, and I’m thankful for your patience with me in reading through this and I hope it is enough to at least paint a little bit of a picture as to why I will not be posting your ask. It’s unfortunate that I ended up spending hours addressing this anyway both to you and to another commenter—the very thing I wanted to avoid—but I value you as a person and did not want to leave you feeling negatively if I could change that. I hope this does not affect your enjoyment or experience with how you were having fun with my au, and if it does I am deeply regretful. However, I do have to set boundaries and make sure I’m doing okay or there would be no AU at all. Thanks for your understanding and I hope you have a day as kind as you are.

[aster-daydream404]

Unrelated to any of the usual things i talk or reblog about over here in my silly little corner, but as i got back into the LMK fandom bc of shadowpeach bio parent au and delve into the fanfictions because of PittedPeaches' AGAOC, i just want to say that... holy shit Red Son you and your actually dysfunctional family's dynamic DID NOT HAVE TO HIT THAT HARD IM SCREAMING IM CRYING IM SOBBING IM TEARING MY HAIR OUT IM BITING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE!!!

[hyenaboycunt]

Mmm, thinking about a pretty kittygirl. More importantly, thinking about how you've gotta be a bit sweeter and a bit sneakier with girls who meow. Getting what we both want takes a little finesse.

I pat her head gently while she's curled up against me. When she's cozy, I stroke her hair. It gives her that reassuring pressure on her scalp. Carefully, I run my fingers down to the tips of her hair, letting my hand weigh heavier on her neck with each pass.

Once she finds that comfortable, I start to rest my hand on her neck between strokes of her hair. Mostly toward the back of her neck, but occasionally the twitch of my fingers puts a delicate, insistent pressure on her throat or jaw. Simple scritches between her shoulder blades break up the tension and have her sighing into me.

When she's well and truly relaxed, I'll push my thumb against the curve of her jaw and force her to look up at me. The tiny flicker of uncertainty ignites me, but this is about making kitty feel cozy. So I give her a peck on the cheek, and a peck on the lips, and I press my lips against her forehead while I scratch at her chin. If she gets antsy, I just lay my hand back onto "its place" on her neck and she melts again in the comfort of my grip.

What a perfect little pet to curl up with on a rainy summer day.

[tigerdrop]

i wrote a fic about house finding one of wilsons sex tapes with amber. which turns into a threesome. as you would expect. you can read the first chapter here!

(the second chapter will be up in a week or two. dont be scared)

[kaisollisto]

last thing u wrote:

((based on this))

(there are no rules :3ccc)

tagged by: @daisychainsandbowties

Ava glares at the juts of Lilith’s cheekbones. She can tell from the sharp stoniness of them Lilith’s not listening to a word she’s saying. It’s this back and forth that usually ends in hours of petty silence away from each other. Ava will say no, Lilith will tower over her and insist. Lilith will grit her jaw and rip her argument to shreds and Ava will find it begrudgingly hot. 

It’s the only thing they talk about between keeping the space station afloat with life. It’s easy to get lost in the labor of doing the work of what would be fit for a team of 5 but Ava knows they cannot shake the hole that stares back. 

It’s the strange case that drew them here first, a distress signal pinging repeatedly from the bottomless pit and an old recording of 2 fuzzy figures lurking on the other end. There are records of people before them in the current station just adjacent to the pit but never any more evidence of what lies below. There is an elevator that connects to what Ava hopes is the other station but can only be accessed from inside the station they’re in. It looks well used enough to convince her it’s sturdy enough to survive at least two trips. 

Lilith steps closer, close enough to touch her and Ava isn’t ready for that. “I’m not going down there Lil, you’ve seen the reports, people who come here don’t come back and I’m starting to get why.” 

Lilith’s eyes flash with a sliver of something volatile before Ava can take it back, the mistake digs in her throat but she stands up, turning around to look at the old recording once again. The screen has a crack in it that distorts part of the footage but it's clear that there's proof that life has made it down there. It's a jumbled 6 second clip that jumps around, almost unreadable but Ava has a feeling she cannot keep running away. 

Ava can't take her eyes off the clip, replaying it frantically over and over in her mind as a feeling she doesn't want to name wells up inside her. Even if they did go down, Ava would have to go alone because of the Halo. Its faint glow would be more beneficial than risking any energy input for light. 

Lilith is burning behind her no doubt a couple sentences away from strangling her. Ava knows her fingers are twitching. That’s just who Lilith is, she looks out for Ava in an angry way. 

“Ava,” She puffs, Ava can see it in her head, Lilith loosening the lock in her jaw with a wisp of breath snaking between her teeth. She thinks if Lilith wasn’t always knocking her around she’d pick up smoking. But she supposes smoking would detract from the heated sex they always find themselves in. 

There’s a shuffle behind her but Ava is too cowardly to turn around, not quite ready for another argument or maybe something worse. Ava wonders if today’s the day where one of them crosses the line. 

“We don’t know anything, people have accidents or get lost. There's nothing more to it.” Lilith slows down her syllables sounding like a stranger, “We have an ancient artifact that enhances your physicality, there's nothing to be afraid of.” 

Ava doesn’t like it, how dejected Lilith sounds, it’s wrong. It makes her feel wild, she pushes, falling into what they know best, “Maybe for your physique,” Ava swallows heavily the words tumbling out of her mouth searing, “but I'm the crippled one here remember? The Halo gets me to what you would consider your peak physique." She can feel tears of frustrations lining her eyes and she squints angrily at the footage. She brings her knees up to her chest hoping she hadn’t bled too raw for Lilith to notice. 

She knows she hasn’t succeeded, the Halo’s always been a sore spot for both of them. It’s a coin toss, the Halo which gives her strength but is ultimately unstable. The power output is too random and unreliable. It's not sustainable for her in the long run. She is nothing if not at the mercy of a crusty old metal that decides if she can move her fingers or bench five times Lilith’s weight. 

She sulks hoping Lilith will do what they do best. It’s quiet behind her and in her embarrassed tear stricken haze she’s sure that Lilith has fled, parallel to the line that they both don’t dare to cross. 

Ava tucks her head into her arms, her shoulders peeking over her ears and she’s resigned to accepting this endless back and forth for forever. 

She’s musing the list of chores she can do to avoid Lilith when her chair is swiveled backwards to face her. Lilith’s fingers stray far from any part of Ava but she bends to her height kneeling against the cold tiled floor. From this angle her cheekbones are soft, a tangible thing that Ava can’t look at. There’s a vulnerability that clings to Lilith; it feels wrong to look at her so bare that Ava swallows. But no matter how far she’s strayed from her she always ends up at the beginning. 

Lilith watches her, before grabbing the arm of the chair stilling Ava’s squirming. Even in the hard lines of her eyebrows, (the ones that knit together at Ava’s insistence to look anywhere but her,) there’s a softness in her pupils, the deepest part of her eyes that Ava has to really look to find. 

Lilith doesn’t grab any part of her and Ava thinks her body would be less aware of it if Lilith just fucking touched her like a normal fucking person. 

“Ava,” Lilith swallows, she looks crumpled, “We cannot keep running. Eventually there will be nowhere else to go, and then what? I just watch you wither away for the rest of my life? Watch you waste away and think 'well we did the best we could'?” It squeezes out of Lilith like a dirty secret, a shame that has festered inside of her. 

It almost makes her feel wrong but Ava can feel the chair shaking, Ava can feel Lilith is shaking. Somewhere along the way Lilith has grazed her knee but Ava doesn’t register it the way it kills Lilith to confess. 

 “I need you.” 

tagging @aromarianne @tragedylure @desognthinking

[roipecheur]

well tell us more about prize heifer 👀👀

Sladick omegaverse with reverse sexual dimorphism, aka giant omega Slade and pretty alpha Dick ♥♥♥

Featuring: Slade's pregnancy trauma, exploitation, and medical neglect courtesy of the US Army; Rose and Joey metaphorically crawling through glass to explain to their dad that "Dick is flirting with you because he likes you"; Dick in a discowing-themed tennis dress; Slade going from 0-100 real quick

Have a snip of a flashback scene:

In the end, Slade didn’t need any of it. The recruiter asked him to stand up again, and when Slade had, walked around him a slow, assessing circle. He stopped in front of him, tapping his chin in thought.

“You’re an omega variant?” the recruiter asked.

The directness surprised Slade a little, though the question itself didn’t. “Yes,” he said; that much was obvious in his size if not his scent.

“Not done growing yet either, I bet,” the recruiter murmured, the conjecture sounding half to himself.

If not for the man’s mild beta scent and the complete lack of arousal in his excitement, Slade might have mistaken his interest for attraction. As it was, the attention felt more like a judge at the county fair sizing up a prize heifer, something Slade’s classmates used to compare him to when they thought he couldn’t hear. Even that was more polite than the nasty whispers of breeding bitch.

Beginning to suspect he might not need to, Slade played his ace in the hole to see how it would land. “I haven’t had children yet, sir,” he said. “I reckon I’ll grow some more when I do.”

The recruiter’s face lit up like Christmas, and he rushed to get the paperwork, and Slade knew he’d never needed to worry. About his forgery, or his age, or the sickening outcome where they figured out who he really was and called his father.

He was an omega. The army was always going to want him.

[alienglowgarden]

Chapters: 1/? Characters: Sol, Nougat, Congruence Additional Tags: game sequel imagined as if it were a colony sim, and also a murder mystery of sorts, Post-Canon, Mystery, Identity crisis, Coastal Colony, Body Horror, or rather as my bff put it: Anti-Body Horror

Summary:

Vertumna's second colony has bloomed into a remarkable seaside town. Through trials and victories alike it has never once lost its connection to its sister colony- until now. 40 years later Sol wakes to a catastrophic emergency which only they are capable of fixing.

The thing is, they're going to have to do it without the help of their body.

[vulpine-spectacle]

YA'LL I WAS JUST PROMOTED AT MY JOB I AM LITERALLY MANAGING A WHOLE PROGRAM OF OUR COMPANY -

[dorfette]

Thought I was losing steam on writing but it turns out I just needed to figure out a story beat/plot point. Mood instantly lifted