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#I'm so proud of this fic man
theangrypomeranian · 2 years
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chapter 3 is going up tomorrow ahhhhhhhhh let's fucking goooooooooo
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mistydreamscape · 2 years
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Cockwarming Dazai »»————> Osamu Dazai x Fem!Bodied reader (NSFW) (MINORS DNI)
warning: vulgar language, clearly NSFW work, not proofread, normally i don't write in the small text but I did this time
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you knew this would be a bad idea, especially after noticing Dazai's sly grin and dark gaze after you had proposed the idea of sitting on his lap while he worked, since he claimed he needed you near him to help him "work more efficiently" bullshit.
now you were straddling Dazai's lap in his chair after hours at the agency, him claiming to your coworkers that he felt like working later than usual today (which was extremely unusual, but no one was going to comment or ask why) . the worst part about this situation was that his cock was nestled so deep inside your tight little cunny while he tapped at his keyboard nonchalantly.
his cock stretched you out so nicely...maybe just a little wiggle of your hips would give you the friction you so desired...but as soon as you moved an inch, Dazai's hands flew to your hips, pushing you down impossibly further onto his cock and bringing your body closer to his while he clicked his tongue in disapproval.
"belladonna...as much as I'd love to pound that cute little pussy of yours, I need to work~ so keep still for me, hm?"
just the feeling of his lips brushing so gently against your ear as he whispered such lewd words made your cunt flutter around his dick, causing him to chuckle at your eagerness to simply get fucked by him.
your slick was staining his beige trousers at this point, but he didn't seem to care. it was driving you absolutely mad how he managed to stay so calm in this situation.
"Dazai...please take a break," you whimpered as you pressed a needy kiss to his pulse point below his ear. "need you s'bad..."
Dazai felt his resolve crumble as he lifted you up by your hips to pull you off his cock and plop you on his desk with ease.
"you wanna get fucked that badly that you couldn't sit still for just a few more minutes, my love?" he cooed mockingly, his lithe fingers coming to press against your puffy and swollen clit that had just been begging for some sort of stimulation. he absolutely relished in the way your pretty cunt clenched around nothing, and he even paid close attention to how your plush hips and thighs twitched when he came in contact with your sex.
"so wet...my poor needy darling" he jutted his bottom lip out for just a moment as to tease you for your blatant arousal, as if his cock wasn't twitching and leaking precum; begging to be buried inside you again.
Dazai leaned forward, his lips just barely brushing yours as he nudged your clit with the tip of his cock while he whispered so softly that it made you shiver,
"I hope you're ready to take what you've been begging for because I'm not going easy on you ♡"
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miahasahardname · 1 month
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i found a super old drawing tablet which, naturally, ended with me drawing women all day
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A Gentle Correction
Rated E for kinky smut
I didn't mean to join the smut war, but I think I got drafted @goodomensafterdark This idea popped into my head and wouldn't leave until I wrote 5k
Crowley makes a mistake, which Aziraphale understands. Crowley beats himself up over it, which Aziraphale will not stand for.
BDSM scene where Aziraphale forces Crowley to internalize a compliment
CW for impact play and crying during a scene. Everything stays very consensual and everyone gets to have lots of feelings.
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spideypoolsupremacy · 4 months
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"He keeps changing sides..." He said his thoughts out loud. "That isn't right."
"He's not like us, Webs. Right or wrong isn't something that matters to him. He doesn't rely on his conscience, just on the moment or his mood or maybe some kind of urge- It's hard to say."
Clint seemed so casual. So calm. Talking about a man who had way too much freedom to act like he did.
"And he just gets away with it?" Spider-man asked. Because it was Spider-man the righteous hero asking.
Clint glanced at the ground, thinking of an answer.
Natasha saved him the trouble.
"He does. Because no one can stop him and there is no point in trying. And he is not changing sides. He never had one to begin with."
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A snippet from the first chapter of my new fic Fairytale Zombies because this new year can definitely use more spideypool
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sciderman · 5 months
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so spotify wrapped came in and candyman is my most listened to song of the year and it's solely because of the spideycablepool fic (i listened to it en loope while writing it)
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snakebites-and-ink · 5 days
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Chapter 2: The Signing
Masterlist
Note: Westwater’s name is very tentative at this time because I was having Difficulty naming it and decided to just call it something I felt was okay instead of getting stuck on coming up with a name I really liked. 🤷
CW: Self-sacrifice, legalized slavery, referenced illness in the family
The day had come. He’d had another meeting and some email exchanges with Melissa, and gotten in contact with the organization that trained and sold superhumans. Everything was set up now so that Nolan could sell himself away to them.
Yikes. Selling his rights was a far cry from an ideal solution, but what else could he do? Nothing? Just stand by and let one of his loved ones die and all the others struggle? No. Not when he had the power to do something about it.
The particular organization in question was the Westwater Superhuman Training Institute; it was one of the closest superhuman training and distribution centers, and as legitimate as any other. Of course no organization that literally sold people would be perfectly nice and benevolent, but Westwater seemed upfront and reputable enough that they wouldn’t do anything exceptionally shady.
He’d had a conversation with his parents, which wasn’t easy but it had to happen. Nolan’s sister Sophia wasn’t really in a state to talk currently, but he’d left a message for her. He’d said goodbye to his close friends too, including his oldest friend, Cassian. Nolan hoped it would help ease the sting at least a little that this would secure enough excess money to give some to Cassian. There would be more than enough to go around even after Sophia’s treatments; superhumans were expensive. Maybe it could fund one of Cassian’s brilliant ideas, which he certainly had but couldn't get off the ground without some investment. Nolan had been told he’d have the chance to send letters at times during training, so hopefully he could at least keep in touch for a little while after signing.
Melissa was here again, to support and advise Nolan through this last stage of the process. “Are you sure about this?” she checked one more time.
“I’m sure,” Nolan confirmed.
The representative for O1 arrived, a man who introduced himself as Mr. Brown. He would be speaking and acting on the institution’s behalf during the legal process of Nolan signing away his rights. Melissa, on the other hand, would be looking out for Nolan’s interests, acting as a consultant of sorts to make sure nothing underhanded was pulled and to inform Nolan as needed on the somewhat weird issue of superhuman rights.
After a short exchange of pleasantries, the three sat down together, and Brown pulled out the paperwork.
Brown explained the paperwork to Nolan, while Melissa looked over the documents to make sure he was summarizing them accurately and truthfully. It was pretty standard for what it was; Nolan would give up his rights, become essentially property, get trained for a buyer, and get compensation given to whomever he selected, which was all in line with Nolan’s expectations from the research he’d done. Melissa nodded, verifying that the paperwork was legitimate. They conversed a little more to settle a few last concerns, then it was time.
Nolan picked up the document and was struck with a sense of finality as he stared at it. This would change everything about his future. He was giving up his life when it had hardly even started. But it meant his sister would get to live hers. Besides, he wasn’t dying, just losing a whole lot of options.
It was the least-awful course. Nolan signed.
He thanked Melissa working with him and for the help she’d been. She gave him a small smile that she clearly didn’t feel, worry and sadness evident in her eyes.
“Do you need to say your goodbyes?” Mr. Brown asked Nolan.
Nolan considered it. At this point, that would probably only make things harder. He’d already said goodbye and everything else he needed to in the very tear-filled parting conversation with his parents. Going back only to say it once more now that his choice was formalized and permanent would probably bring more pain than closure for everyone involved. He shook his head. “I already did.”
Mr. Brown grinned. “Wonderful. Come with me then.” He placed his hands on Nolan’s shoulders in a manner that seemed almost possessive, which Nolan supposed was appropriate given his new legal status. “Goodbye, Melissa.”
Nolan took one look back at Melissa as Brown steered him out of the room. He wasn’t quite regretful or frightened, but he didn’t feel ready for this. Not that putting it off would have helped; he didn’t suppose anyone would ever feel ready to lose their rights and freedom.
Nolan left his home for what would probably be the last time. He got in the car with Mr. Brown, to be delivered to his new life.
Taglist: @whumped-by-glitter
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alwaysxlarrie · 9 months
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i never thought i’d say it’s been a while since i’ve posted a snippet but i also never thought i’d write a cult leader louis fic, so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but here it is !!
“The moment he’d heard about the event, he signed up. Harry loved his college, but unfortunately they didn’t prioritize the music department the way he wished they would, which made being a music major a slightly more lonely experience than he would’ve liked. So, while he’d never heard of Louis Tomlinson or his organization before this, that was okay. Those were just mere details. What mattered was that there was an event. For music. In all his nineteen years, he’s never been so excited for a school event.
“Harmonic Haven is my most important life mission. Bringing people in, instilling confidence in them, encouraging them to be their best, always readily available lessons, improving your skills — all of it is essential to the heart of this organization.” Louis saunters around the stage, confident and raspy voice booming smoothly from his microphone.
Harry watches raptly as Louis makes eye contact with people in the crowd and sends an alluring grin their way, enticing them to continue listening. His eyes are hypnotizingly sparkly; a unique blue that Harry could spend days writing songs about. They draw you in and make you constantly want their undivided attention; Harry has had them on him twice now and has been actively fighting the urge to do something ridiculous to get his attention again. He can tell that even just having a single conversation with Louis about their passion for music would reignite the spark in him.
His fingers are itching to take notes, but he doesn’t dare to look away for too long — it’s too much of an risk to miss anything Louis' saying, let alone miss the chance of Louis' eyes on him again.
But Harry knows he needs to do something memorable before Louis' presentation is over, needs Louis to recognize him when Harry goes down to talk to him afterward. There will be tens — likely hundreds, really — of students lined up to talk to Louis and Harry can’t risk not getting a chance. He needs to do something now that will make Louis remember him. And quickly.”
i am nothing if not consistent with long-ish snippets, no matter how long it's been lol. anyway i've edited this to absolute smithereens so hopefully it's decent!! not entirely sure who’s working on a fic at the moment so i’ll just tag a few people lol @loveislarryislove @allwaswell16 @lululawrence @londonfoginacup @jacaranda-bloom @kingonafiftymetreroad @crinkle-eyed-boo @greenblueish @beelou @disgruntledkittenface
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some-pers0n · 9 months
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I'm my villain era. The next time somebody posts something saying something self-degrading like "oh im so bad at art i should just give up" to fish for pity compliments and attention I'll reply and say "yes you should"
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inkdemonapologist · 1 year
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I have this theory and I made a post about it but I love your Sammy stuff and consider you like a premiere expert so I'm genuinely curious.
Canonical after re-reading the books (and are they canon anymore LoL but). Did canon!Joey *know* Sammy was tripping the light fantastic on ink?
Like the passage where he tells buddy 'why please a man when you can please a god' seems to imply wet cat prophet man is pissed about Joey and feels let down -
And then *later* Joey's like 'Sammy lured them all down here...but I couldn't use them' and I'm like ho-shit did bro become the guy's Walter white
Also hi your art is amazing and if you have original work I would read instantly.
LMAO GOSH, thank you for the kind words!!! also golly gee THIS LINE FROM JOEY DRIVES ME NUTS because JOEY COME ON MAN TELL ME MORE!!!!
There’s several little things in the background that implies SOMETHING between these two but we don’t get to see it! Thomas surely reported Sammy’s weird behaviour to Joey like he said he would (Sammy did not make a compelling case for himself in their argument), but the ink doesn’t disappear from Sammy’s closet until weeks later, so did Joey like… know about it and his only response was “huh interesting, let’s see where he goes with this!” or did he just blow off Thomas’ warnings as unimportant b/c Sammy is his special perfect genius who can do whatever he wants, or what!!! Also the thing where Joey is the one who’s furiously interrogating everyone about Sammy’s whereabouts when he goes missing, before anyone else had even noticed he was gone, and Buddy thinks Joey’s emotion seems stronger than the situation warrants – so how intense was Joey being, for his upset at being unable to find the guy who writes ALL THE MUSIC to seem like an overreaction?
ANYWAY,
I don’t understand breaking bad references, but my interpretation tends to be that by the end of DCTL Sammy had snapped enough that Joey had no real power over him, and this is part of why Joey was so angry at Sammy’s disappearance – for once, Joey didn’t have control over him and didn’t know how to take control. I think Sammy’s accusation of “living your sad little lives to please Joey Drew” is projection – that’s what SAMMY had been doing in his 15+ years at the studio, and he now condemns it as pathetic. I don’t think he was willingly or knowingly aiding Joey at this point.
Joey, meanwhile, doesn’t seem to have a master plan so much as an ability to just… roll with whatever happens and make it work for him. He tells Buddy, simultaneously, that this was “meant to be” and “the plan all along,” but that he didn’t actually know what he wanted to do with Buddy until the moment he saw him in the demon’s jaws. So, like, this was just a lucky break for Joey, a moment where the right person just happened to be dead in front of him at just the right time for him to turn that person into a cartoon, and it worked out great!! He didn’t orchestrate this – it was a series of accidents that he retroactively decided was a plan. Joey Drew is an opportunist! And I think the fact that he didn’t find Norman and the others until after “the ink had infected them for days” points to the idea that Joey didn’t plan that either, since he didn’t find them until much later. My reading is that once Sammy started murdering people, instead of getting that under control, Joey just kind of followed him to see if he could take those lemons and make lemonade, so to speak.
That said, I like the idea that Joey knew; it was the first canon-adjacent thing I drew in this fandom! I don’t think they were in cahoots in canon, but it’s still an idea I’m really fond of. There are a lot of little things that could be used to suggest that Joey knew what was going on with Sammy and enabled it for whatever reason (my favourite evidence for this is still the “who does a god worship” convo in The Illusion of Living – the idea that Joey really wanted to see if he could make something Sammy would worship gives him a solid motive here, and becomes interesting when Sammy is the ONLY person whose infection ends up with these religious overtones, see the end of this post), but it’s equally possible from what little we know that Joey was simply negligent, caught up in his own nonsense, and never thought to look into it until Sammy became an obstacle to his own goals.
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Now that I have recently retrieved my old fanfic documents from my very old desktop, I am finally committing myself to logging and backdating my ancient FFN fics on my AO3 account. And boy is it such a shame that JKR is the way that she is because otherwise I would totally rewrite some of these ideas I had in high school and do them proper justice. The themes???? Man, I was onto something solid here.
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nebulousfishgills · 6 months
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BROTHER YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME I'M IN DISTRESS
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starlostseungmin · 2 years
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“YOU CAN’T WRITE THEM IN BOOKS” — KSM
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“i wasn’t trying to steal your car, i swear! i just fell asleep!” “you’re drunk,” “a little bit...”
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© 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐.
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notsodailycake · 2 years
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WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Based off the events of chapter 39 of the fic "Guiding Lights (Bring Us Home)" on ao3 by @cornellcawcaw
I think you can tell what my favorite part was...if the previous post weren't enough lmao
Anyways Finally I'm DONE with the animation (/TwT)/
Maybe if my week wasn't so full I wouldn't have suffered so much making this- tho tbh, I still did enjoy making this, until the adding the audio part 😬
I'm currently trying to get back into animating tho, and if school hopefully, with school ending, I'll be able to work more on my animation!
Also, kinda realized I've been drawing Michael with freckles even tho it was never stated that he had them ( not that I can remember lol), so now he officially has freckles, it's canon now, you can't change my mind Cornell, the one in control now XDD
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b4kuch1n · 11 months
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what this fic's gotten to so far is a collection of extremely specific experiences
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a-flickering-soul · 1 year
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dacryphilia
The very worst thing you can do right now is bore me. Caleen shudders. “You’re not going to believe me anyways, are you?” Her voice tremors, and Dedra wants to hear it break. “No,” she says slowly. She can feel a smile tugging at her lips. She fights like mad to suppress it, and fails. It pulls at her lips, threatening to split them, and she lets her teeth show. “I suppose not.”
Or; The Interrogation Scene and some bonuses from Lt. Dedra Meero's point of view.
Or; Sophia "Dyke With Bad Taste" A-Flickering-Soul saw this
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and THIS
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and thought, "How can I not write the most reprehensible, terrible, Dead Doveish 2.6k words about it?"
Mind the tags.
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