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delightfulcollectivetyphoon · 1 month

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heres the knifeplay as promised.

warnings: knifeplay, overstimulation, blood kink, praise, bondage, oral (f receiving), vibrator, cockwarming, hair pulling, p in v, mirror sex, edging, spanking, addiction reference, mention of a threesome (possibly foursome), mention of a breeding kink, squirting, aftercare, softdom!james, use of (Y/N) ONCE, angst, lactation kink, bondage, my insanely shitty writing

a/n- ummm yeah i might have projected my abandonment issues a lil bit jk a lot so yeah theres that and also UUUUGGGHHHH hes not a want hes a need. i NEED him to **** and ******* ******* ***** ********* **** * ***** *** *** ** *** ********* *** **

also im sorry ;-; i did minimal research on how it feels to lactate so um yeah sorry if its inaccurate anyways first time ive ever written a lactation kink and i fucking hate it :D lmao my writing not the kink. uuuh yeah finished this at 11 pm so sorry if its fucked up if you notice any errors at all, please contact me :)

His right hand tugged your hair, and his left hand held your wrists behind your back as he took you from behind. Tears had started to pool on the blanket below you; he had been edging you for about an hour now as he used you to chase his own release. The red easel mirror in front of you bore your helpless image under a man so heavenly you felt like praying every time looked your way. He stared into the reflection of your eyes as he chased his own release, slack-jawed and sweaty. When he finally reached his peak of ecstasy, he stopped thrusting and ground himself on your ass, length throbbing as he released inside of you. His balls drew up against your labia. You whined as the hot fluid spilled out of your abused cunt, dripping down and sliding over your clit. He groaned as you clenched around him, tearing every last drop of release from him.

"Please Jamie," you sobbed. "I need to cum so bad I'll do anything!"

The hand holding your hair let go and landed roughly on your ass. He gasped through his teeth at how you tightened at the impact. He brought his hand down again, and again. He watched the skin ripple with a great amusement. He could see the marks he made on your ass, proud that you were taking it so well. While massaging the pained flesh, he pressed his front to your back, and spoke,

"Anything?"

"Anything, please Jamie please!"

He pulled out and flipped you over. You looked so beautiful, your ruddy cheeks, your puffy eyes and lips, and the tiniest string of drool hanging from the corner of your lips. You looked at him in fear of his definition of 'anything'. He leered at you, then dropped to his knees and forearms, shoving a finger in your sore hole, and immediately took to sucking on your puffy clit. You screamed at the sudden overstimulation; your head fuzzy as your clit throbbed on his tongue. He lifted his head from your folds but kept a steady pace with his hand.

"You need to cum 3 times, okay? If you don't, you don't get to cum for a week. You don't get anything but my hand and my mouth, is that understood?"

"Yes," you slurred.

He dove back down and continued lapping at your nub. He had so far denied you 5 orgasms, and each one caught up to you in less than 2 minutes. You screamed as you gripped his hair so hard you were afraid of pulling it out. Your thighs closed around his head, suffocating him as he fingered you through your high. You saw stars as the orgasm worked its way up to its peak. You clenched so hard he could barely bend his fingers. The sound of your moans and the lack of air nearly made him cum again. He ground down into the mattress, moaning into your cunt as his cum stained the sheet. He continued to eat you out in a frenzied manner.

"It's too much," you cried "Jamie stop it's too much!"

He inserted a third finger as he lifted his head. He simply grinned at you, at your oblivious-to-what-was-coming expression. He pulled his fingers out, a mix of cum and spit connecting his hand to your hole. You breathed a sigh of relief as he sat on his heels, observing his work. Cum leaked from your cunt, your hole red and puffy. As you caught your breath, he moved so that he was holding you in his arms, his back leaning against the headboard, and his hands encasing you in a suffocating hug. He peppered kisses along your scalp, grinning as he caught your expression in the mirror.

"You ready?"

You stared back at him through the glass.

"For what?"

"You still owe me 2 more. And I don't think my baby could go a full week without cumming. I don't think she could last 7 whole days without my cock or mouth or fingers. Hell, you would beg me just to let you wear one 'uh my shirts."

You whimpered as he lifted your thighs so your calves crossed his. Your cunt was now directly facing the mirror, angry and sore. You whimpered as you realized you had to do this. He was right; you couldn't last a whole week without him. Hell, you couldn't even last 3 days. He was like a drug, once you start, you just can't quit. His hand snaked down your waist and onto your inner thigh. He rubbed the sensitive skin as he whispered praises into your ear.

"You're being such a good girl for me baby.'

"Love this tight little cunt so much."

"Let me take care of my pretty little girl."

"Let me make her feel good."

As soon as he muttered the last sentence, he began to very softly skate over your clit with his middle finger. You inhaled sharply as his free hand began to massage your breast. He toyed with the nipple, twisting it every which way. Since he couldn't suck on it, he put his finger in your mouth, making you coat it with your spit. You sucked on his finger slightly longer and harder than needed, just to spite him. He raised his eyebrow and began twisting your hypersensitive nipple again. You moaned as you grabbed his thigh with one hand and his forearm with the other. You felt another orgasm approaching. James egged you on, smiling as you tried so hard to accelerate your release. You ground against his hand, chasing ecstasy. It came with one hard twist of your nipple. You saw white, dotted with black. As he watched your release gush into his hand, he praised you through the aftershocks.

"That's my girl."

"Knew she could do it."

You sat there, gasping for breath. A thin layer of sweat coated your body, making your bodies skid against each other, which James used to his advantage. He had begun to leak precum down your back, and your squirming had only aroused him more. "Readjusting", or so he said, he thrusted once against your back. He hissed as he got his desired friction.

"You need help with that?" you teased, despite your exhausted state.

"Oh no, you're not getting out of this. Since everything has to be all about you." He was still pissed off because you had been flirting with other men, and one or two women right in front of him. He knew it was just to get him riled up, but he couldn't help it. Your punishment: edging. Each ruined orgasm accounted for one person you had flirted with. And he was great at keeping track.

You whined as he began his torture again. Only this time, he was whispering his filthiest fantasies in your ear.

"Wanna tie you up and make you wear a blindfold while I ruin this pretty little cunt."

"You would like it if I shared you, especially with one of the guys from the band. Don't lie."

"Gonna see how many times straight I can make you cum from my fingers."

"I should put a fucking baby in your womb. Watch as it grows, as your breasts grow. Milk you with my mouth every day. Knowin' I did that."

"Watch you fool around with one of the guys. But while he's fucking you senseless, remember who you belong to."

You gasped at the last one, which earned you a slap on the thigh. The skin grew bright red, and it stung like hell. Your third orgasm hit you the hardest. Your eyes clouded over as your hips lifted off the bed, and you shot your fluid across the bedspread.

"Fuck! James...James...Uh fuck...baby...fuck!"

His free hand pressed on your lower stomach to keep you still.

"Shhh baby I know, I know. Fuck, look at that beautiful little mess you've made. So fuckin' perfect."

He held you tightly around the waist as you writhed. As you thrashed, you gave him the friction he wanted.

"Scoot forward a little bit."

You crawled out of the confines of his legs and watched as he jerked himself off. You felt like passing out, but you wanted to show your appreciation. You crawled forward to where your hand was in reach of his cock. You took his hand away from his length and set it on his thigh. You rested your head on the hand, prompting him to slowly caress your hair. You started out slow, twisting your hand around the base and rubbing your thumb over the head, making absolute sure you maintained eye contact with him. He came in hot spurts, and you watched as the translucent liquid rolled over your fingers. You brought your hand up to your mouth and sucked his cum off, hollowing out your cheeks. He brought both hands to the sides of your head to pull you in for a kiss; he loved tasting himself on your tongue. You straddled his thighs, gasping when you felt his spent cock rub against your clit. The kiss continued until neither of you could breathe; whether you had forgotten how or you were too busy enjoying the other, you didn't know. After what only felt like a few minutes, you separated. You didn't have it in you to walk, so James went to go get a towel. You could hear water running in the bathroom, and when he came back, he carefully cleaned your combined mess. He helped you get dressed and led you to the living room, where he sat you on the couch and ordered takeout, all while gently massaging your bruises and sneaking glances at your exhausted demeanor. The night continued on with a movie and some of the best Chinese you've ever had. It ended with pushing yourself further into him under the covers, so he could hold you closer.

When you woke up, you found yourself feeling sore, but ultimately refreshed. You could walk without wincing, which you thought was an absolute win. You made yourself a cup of coffee but waited until James got up to see if he wanted to go out for breakfast. As you put your mug in the dishwasher, you could hear the bedroom door creak open, and his heavy footsteps come down the hallway.

"Wakey, wakey sunshine. I was thinking about going somewhere for breakfast. Where should we go?"

"Give me like... 5 minutes and I'll get back to you," he grumbled while digging his palms into his eyes. You turned around to him sitting hunched over in a chair, hands still over his eyes, resting his elbows on his knees. You pulled up a chair next to him and set your hand on his back.

"Everything okay?"

He lifted his head and swung his arms down between his legs as he looked at you.

"Yeah, just didn't get much sleep."

"Why? What's going on?"

"Oh, nothin'. Just couldn't stop thinkin'."

"Do you mind me asking you what?"

"I'll tell ya later," he said, grinning. He stood up and walked over to the coffee maker.

"There's some still in the pot."

He hummed in acknowledgement as he pulled a mug from the cabinet. You watched him pour a cup and walk back over to you. He sat down and held the mug between his hands, enjoying the warmth.

"Did I do something?" you blurted.

"What? No, nothing." He set his coffee on the table and took hold of your chair, turning you towards him.

"You," he said, pointing his finger at you, "did nothing wrong, okay? I know you like to overthink things, but really, it's nothin' bad. And, I guess this defeats the purpose, but I have a surprise for you."

He spoke with a stern voice but lightened up significantly with his last sentence. You opened your mouth to speak, but he knew what you were going to ask.

"Do not ask me what the surprise is," he said teasingly. You laughed and stood, sitting back down on his lap, both legs on one side, facing him. You put your hands on his shoulders and pecked him on the lips.

"Not workin'."

"What?" you asked innocently, batting your eyelashes.

He set a hand on your thigh and rubbed the skin.

"You think you can bribe it out of me with a kiss, but it's not happenin' darlin'."

"What if I did more than a kiss?"

"Well shit. Guess I am a pushover."

You giggled as you stood, his hand flopping back down on his own thigh. You had turned to walk to the bedroom but were stopped by his hand on your forearm.

"What do you want?"

"In what category?"

He raised an eyebrow, his grip suddenly tightening on your arm.

"Hello, Earth to (Y/N). Breakfast, ya weirdo."

"Mhm, yeah, breakfast. I don't care, you pick."

He released you as you began your walk again, letting his fingers graze against your passing arm. A chill shot down your spine, engrossing your body in goosebumps. You tried to hide it as you rounded the corner. He watched you go, eyes everywhere but your head. Really has no idea what's coming, he thought.

A few days had passed before James would even travel below your navel again. You didn't know why he wasn't touching you nearly as often as he used to. Is the surprise a cold shoulder? One night, after James had finished with the dishes, and you had dusted throughout the house, he finally spoke up.

"Come sit with me for a second."

"Is this about why you've been ignoring me?"

"Well, yes. You really wanna know what I was thinking about a few nights ago?"

You fiddled with your hands in your lap.

"Of course! We haven't fucked for the majority of the week! Obviously, somethings up."

"Well, do you remember when you came back from the concert with me? And we were sitting on the porch?"

"Yeah?"

"When you sat down, you noticed my knife. You begged for me to use it on you."

"Oh." You thought that you had crossed a line. Maybe he had something in his past with knives, and you had overstepped.

"I just wanted to make sure you want it."

You looked up in surprise, finding him fiddling with his rings.

"Y'know, those scars don't go away easy."

"I thought you were dumping me... for having a knife kink."

He leaned forward, and grinned slightly.

"No, no. I am not dumping you. Never will, in fact. I mean it when it when I say you're mine. Forever."

You felt tears at the corners of your eyes as you processed his words.

"You...mean it?"

"Oh, of course I do. Which is why I've never used my knife on you. I wanted to make sure that you wanted me to cut you. Like I said before, scars are scars. They won't go away for a long time, and I just wanted to make sure that you would like them."

He finally wanted to use his knife on you. And the fact that he planned on being with you, not just as a casual thing, but being with you. You looped your arms around his neck as you let his speech soak in. No one had given themselves to you like this, and it felt euphoric that you finally had someone with as deep a connection to you as you did to them. He rubbed your back, holding your head on his shoulder. You could feel his hand nearly encasing your entire scalp, which did nothing but arouse you. You unraveled yourself from him but found your hair to be locked in a tight grip. He yanked your hair down, so that your neck was now exposed entirely to him. He ran his teeth over your throat, licking where it started to curve towards your chin. You gasped and gripped onto his shoulders as the hand that was massaging your back had snuck around to your front and began kneading your breast. You involuntarily ground down onto his lap, trying to get some relief. The hand holding your hair came down on your ass. You gasped, letting out a moan. He ran his teeth over your throat again, but this time deeper. He never broke skin, but he made sure to let you know that he could. He went back to toying with your breast, pinching and rolling the nipple through your shirt. Your clit felt like it was about to explode; it pounded harder than it ever had. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as he leaned down to suck at your nipple. He had told you a while ago that he was exploring a potential lactation kink, which had turned you on to no end. You had always had smaller breasts, but you knew that regular feeding could enlarge them, which had made you that much hotter to yourself.

"James..." you moaned, "I don't think I can."

He let go of your nipple with a soft pop.

"What do you mean?"

"I've read that it can take hours for someone who hasn't given birth to actually produce anything."

"Well, do you have plans? 'Cause I sure as hell don't. Just this."

He returned to your puffy nipple, determined to get even the tiniest bit out of you. Hey, progress is progress.

Your hands roamed through his silvery hair, digging into his scalp whenever he would graze his teeth over the soft skin. You felt his rough hand slide over your breastbone; he was kneading the flesh. After what felt like only a few minutes, you felt a new, strange sensation. You went numb for a few seconds, but your nipple started to mildly tingle. You looked down to see the tiniest bit of white at the corner of his mouth. You nearly moaned at the sight of him. You messed with his hair as he continued. After a few minutes, he pulled away, continuing to rub your nipple with his thumb, soaking it in milk.

"Baby..." he breathed.

He leaned to kiss you, and you whimpered at the taste of yourself on his tongue. He pulled away, trailing back down to your breast. He sucked a hickey just to the right of your areola before continuing to milk you. You could hear him swallow every few seconds. It was only after your nipple was nearly sore that you noticed his hard-on. You didn't know how you had managed to ignore it for all this time; you were sitting right on top of him.

"Please...can I touch you?"

After a few seconds, he broke away and licked the overflow from his lips.

"As long as you be nice."

You reached your hand down, trailing your fingers along his tummy before resting your hand on his bulge. He moaned as you traced him through the denim, the vibrations sending chills down your spine. He pulled away so you could get off him, giving you easier access. He gasped through bared teeth as you unbuttoned his pants, relieving the pressure. You licked a narrow stripe from the base to the tip, licking up the precum that had gathered there. You licked the head once more before taking him in your mouth, not daring to bottom out on the first try. You worked your way down, pulling off and going deeper each time. He moaned as you brought a hand up to massage his sac. You snuck your fingers down just a half-inch lower, stroking his perineum.

"Fuck!" he yelled, pulling your hair.

"What the hell did I tell you?"

"To be nice," you said with a grin.

"Getting so close to my ass isn't exactly nice, is it?"

"I wouldn't be complaining."

"Yeah, we'll see how long you hold up."

He shoved his cock back into your mouth, groaning as you choked around him, your throat constricting.

"I'm gonna cum... Fuck! You want my cum in your pretty little mouth?"

You nodded as best you could, before picking up your pace, eager to have him fill you. He came as you bottomed out against him, swallowing as your nose touched his pelvis.

"Shit! Pretty mouths all filled up. Fuck, take it!"

He thrusted, earning him a loud gag from you as you choked on his cum. You swallowed again and again, draining him. He didn't stop until he could see his release dripping from the corners of your lips.

"Open."

You revealed your mouthful of cum to him, sticking out your tongue, letting some drip off the tip.

"Swallow."

It took a minute, but you managed to swallow all of it, licking your lips to get every last ounce. You opened your mouth again, showing him.

"That's my good girl."

You slumped against him, still lightheaded from his facefucking.

"Go get on the bed."

You walked excitedly back to his room. You had no idea what lie ahead, but you would embrace it with open arms. You laid down on the bed, feeling your shirt absorb what was leaking from your nipple. James came in after a few minutes, and you noticed the gleaming knife in his left hand. He crawled on the bed. He was on his hand and knees above you, tracing your hips with the point. You squealed as you felt the cold metal move along your waist.

"Now, you're going to do what I say, when I say it. Got it baby?"

"Mhm" you whined.

"Good girl."

You gasped as he sliced your shirt down the middle. The limp fabric was pulled back by his free hand, revealing your glistening breasts. Drops of white floated down your areola and onto your breastbone. He then sliced the arm of the shirt and stuffed it into your mouth.

"All mine, aren't you?"

You nodded, terrified. He was looking at you with a manic glare. You were terrified, and you loved it. He tossed the knife to the slide before sliding your leggings down your legs, tossing the pants to a corner. He picked up the knife again, trailing from your kneecap to the side of your panties. He flipped the knife around on your skin, cleanly slicing the lace. He took them in his hand, bringing them up to his nose before licking them right where your wetness had accumulated. He then gathered your wrists and tied the fabric around them.

"I know you like to get handsy, but if you're good, maybe I'll take these off early."

He tied a small bow before pushing you back against the headboard, so you were sitting up. He stood, walking over to the mirror directly in front of the bed. He smiled, then walked over to you, pulling your gag out.

"Such a pretty girl, huh? Who's girl are you?"

He took your jaw in his hand, forcing you to look at your reflection.

"I'm yours. All yours."

He smiled and leaned back, and you took the opportunity to look at yourself again. A hand came towards your cheek; first numbness, then pain. You tried to lean back before it could land, but you forgot that you were against a headboard. You could feel your cheek throb. You brought your hands up to it to try and soothe the pain, but your hands were met with his own. He grabbed your wrists and set them on your lap, before kissing the impact point. As he pulled away, you felt the very tip of his tongue stroke the already-visible bruise. He put your gag back in, tracing your bottom lip as he spoke.

"And don't you forget it."

You watched him walk to the front of the bed and strip. First his shoes, then his shirt, his pants, his socks, and finally his underwear. He was fully hard again, painfully hard. He gasped as the cold air hit his length. His cock was a combination of purple and red, and his balls looked excruciatingly tight. The tip was engorged, his slit leaking precum on the carpet. He crawled back on the bed, so that he was eye level with you. He kissed your cheek, his eyes almost apologetic. He slid himself back so that he was eye level with your heat. You were dripping onto the bedsheets, and your hole was clenching around nothing. He traced your labia with his pointer finger, teasing you. You moaned around the gag, tilting your hips forward. He smirked before slipping his finger into your hole. You whined as you fluttered around him.

"Who are you all wet for?"

"You!" you mumbled around the fabric. He inserted his middle and pointer in one sharp thrust, making you roll your eyes back. Every time he would pull them out, he would rub against the top of your hole, making you see stars. He darted his tongue out to wet his lips before latching onto your clit. You nearly screamed as he swiped his tongue over your clit while sucking on it. You came in no time flat. You convulsed on the bed as you released, screaming around the gag. He pulled himself over you, staring into your eyes as you recovered.

"All fucked out and I haven't even put my cock in you."

You watched him with misty eyes. He brought his hand down to his throbbing length and gave himself a few small pumps. He let out a groan and set his cock along your folds. He thrusted a few times, stimulating your oversensitive clit.

"You're gonna fuckn' kill me, y'know that?"

You giggled at his remark. He smirked at you before pulling back, and carefully inserting the head. The girth was almost too much. You could practically feel every vein running along the underside. He throbbed inside of you. You clenched at the feeling, earning you a gasp from him. He wore a look of rage before slapping the side of your breast, watching the skin ripple as you writhed beneath him. He picked up the blade and ran it down your chest, stopping at your navel. The knife left goosebumps in its wake. He lifted it and traced your left areola before trailing it to your throat, pressing.

"You have no idea how badly I've wanted to do this. Ever since we spoke for the first time, I knew I would fuck the light outta you while holding a knife to your gorgeous skin. Marking you as mine, with my cum and my blade. All mine."

He bottomed out on the first thrust, hitting your g-spot. You groaned at the contrast of the cool knife and his hot cock. You had acquired a thin sheen of sweat, both from premature exhaustion and fear. He began to ram into you, not caring if it hurt. You arched your back, pushing your chest closer to James'. He caught the stray drops of milk falling down your breast and quickened his pace. He had an iron grip on your waist, surely leaving a bruise. He hit your spot every single time, making sure to grind against your clit when he bottomed out. It felt like only a few minutes before you came again. He groaned as he neared his own sweet release, spurred on by your constricting hole and wanton moans. You stared at him through hooded eyes, almost communicating telepathically. He used his knife hand to pull your shirt arm out, soggy and damp with your spit.

"Unh...uh fuck! Jamie, Jamie please! Fuck I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

You stopped midsentence as your eyes rolled back in your head. You convulsed wildly before squirting, soaking his abdomen and thighs. He came just by the sight alone. You weren't even coherent, just blubbering about how he felt so good. You clenched impossibly tighter around him, milking his balls of every last drop. You felt his cum fill your pained hole, felt him bottom out for the last time, grinding against your pelvis, making sure that he had made you give everything. You nearly blacked out. It took your entire being to stay conscious.

He took the knife from your throat before untying your hands. He whispered praises as he rubbed your sore wrists. He carefully pulled out, peppering kisses along your neck.

"I need you to do one more thing for me, sweet girl."

You were positioned at the edge of the bed, facing the mirror, with your back to his chest. You were sitting on his lap, his cock stretching your ass. When watching him stroke himself with lube, you ahd inquired as to why.

"You said you wouldn't complain. Breaking promises, now are we?"

You had refused, letting him penetrate your ass.

You held a vibrator to your clit, sobbing as the overstimulation consumed you. His arm was wrapped around the underside of your thighs, holding your thighs to your chest, your pussy on display. You could barely look in the mirror, your head not capable of rising that far. He was ghosting the blade along the underside of your thighs, deciding which one to cut. He eventually settled on your right one. Before he got to work, he held your head up with his left hand; he knew you couldn't do it on your own. You watched as he dug the blade into your skin. You moaned as you saw the blood drip thickly down your thigh. His eyes were fiery, his demeanor focused. You nearly screamed as he finished the curve on the J. He gave you some time to adjust before moving on to the H. He made slow, deep cuts, sure to leave scars. You had cum twice more with the vibrator, your cum and blood mixing on the towel beneath you. He ran his finger under the J, collecting as much blood as he could. He brought it up to his mouth and nearly came when he tasted you. Metallic and dark. Red and bitter. His favorite. He adjusted you so that you were farther back on the bed, giving him room to lay down. He lapped at your wounds, digging his tongue in slightly. He moaned as he cleaned you, awaiting the future, able to fuck you, able to spank you on his mark, able to remind you just who your holes belong to, who you belong to.

After he had applied a square bandage to your thigh, you sat with him in between his legs. His head rested on your shoulder as your arms crossed in front of you, holding his hands. UFO blared in the background, although neither of you cared much. You only cared about being with each other. That was all that mattered.

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WOW OKAY. *sobs, screams, dies* HOkay who let me have writing ability? I just wanna talk, I just wanna talk.

If you liked this, please comment and reblog! Comments mean more to me than you'll ever know, and so does sharing this with ur friends (online or real life). byeeee <3333

#metallica #james hetfield #papa het #james hetfield smut #james hetfield x reader #knifeplay #knife kink #blood kink #where tf do i sign up bro #over here shaking quaking screaming cumming sobbing throwing up #coming back to life #then dying again #lactating kink

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amazingmsme · 7 months

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I’m Not Doing Anything, Am I?

AN: Just some short Barbie & Ken fluff for day 3! Hope you enjoy!

If Ken were being honest with himself, cuddle time was his favorite time. It gave him a chance to spend some quality time with his girlfriend. He liked being near her, but sometimes the physical distance was just too much. He needed her to be right there, pressed against his side, head on his shoulder with fingers intertwined.

They were on the couch watching a horse movie (he thinks it was called Flicka or something?) but Ken was having a hard time focusing. Barbie's hand was idly rubbing his arm and back, slipping down to his side every once in a while. Her touch was light and soft, nails grazing the skin to leave goosebumps in her wake.

He was trying to stay tough, to not break out into giggles beneath her hands. His lips twitched until a smile overtook his features, his breath growing more shallow. Barbie watched him with a fond smile of her own.

She faked a yawn and snuggled closer, wrapping an arm around his waist, drawing lazy circles at the curve of his side. He huffed out a noise akin to a laugh, flinching at the touch.

"Is something funny?" she asked, tilting her head to the side casually, wearing a curious smile. He leaned back so he could look at her, studying her expression to gauge if this was some kind of trick. But when he looked, he saw genuine curiosity sparkling in her eyes and a face of pure innocence.

"Nah, just- remembered something funny Ken said today," he bluffed. "That's nice. What was it?"

Crap. "Uuuh, y'know? It's really more of a guy joke, you wouldn't like it." She just hummed, letting her hands continue to roam.

"I like your jokes though. How do you know I won't find it funny?" she asked. Her hand dipped down to scratch his hip and he jerked away from the touch and into her embrace. He stifled a laugh, wracking his brain for another thin excuse.

"I-I remember the gist and the punchline, but I'll just mess it up if I try and repeat it," he claimed, keeping his head angled away so she wouldn't be able to see his bush. She smirked to herself, deciding to let it slide. She was enjoying this little game of theirs.

Her other hand had been resting on Ken's bare chest, helping to prop herself up to see the screen. She let it trail down, beginning to trace his well defined abs. He wasn't able to hide his reaction that time, jerking at the touch and sucking in his stomach as a short lived giggle slipped past his lips.

He recognized that sparkle in her eye from earlier not as curiosity, but instead mischief. "Barbie-"

"Yeah Ken?"

He wore a giddy, nervous grin. "Please don't."

"Don't what?" she asked, never faltering in her innocent act.

"Tickle me."

"Tickle you? Of course, I'd love to!" she exclaimed and immediately pounced. He yelped and tried to crawl off the couch, but she already had her arms wrapped around him and kept him in place. Her fingers poked and scribbled everywhere she could reach as she peppered tickly kisses along his neck and ears.

Ken was in giggly hysterics as he rolled around on the cushions. She was laughing along with him, taking in every hiccup, laugh and snort.

If Barbie were being honest with herself, cuddle time was her favorite time too.

#tickletober #tickletober 2023 #tickletober day 3 #barbie movie #barbie #ken #barbie fic #barbie tickle fic #ticklish!ken

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spop-romanticizes-abuse · 5 months

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See, this is the frustrating thing. Catradora COULD'VE been good enemies to lovers but, like someone wrote elsewhere, if both of them thought that the other was brainwashed.

"Catra, what the Horde is doing is wrong! Come with me, we'll escape together!" "What? No! Did the princesses brainwash you? Oh no they brainwashed you. Look, I'll just bring you back home and it'll all be okay."

"Catra still believes that the Horde is doing the right thing. I need to defeat her but I don't want to hurt her too badly." "Adora still believes that the Princesses aren't the villains here. I need to defeat her but I don't want to hurt her too badly."

Cue whole episodes of vaguely piney battles where both of them are holding back and eyeing each other longingly.

(Someone wrote somewhere that the incest could've been avoided if Adora was raised by Hordak and Catra by SW. This would also tie Hordak's and Adora's arcs together via "okay so I was born to become a weapon/soldier but fuck that I'm so much more than that.")

Princess prom allowing them to temporarily forget about the conflict and have fun like they used to. The dance is more reciprocal than "Catra smirking down at clearly uncomfortable Adora."

Shadow Weaver: alright, Catra, you suck at bringing Adora back. Let's just brainwash- uuuh, I mean magically undo the brainwashing the princesses did to her and bring her home. "But I don't wanna brainwash he-" DID I STUTTER.

Catra targeting Glimmer and Bow bc she perceives them as fake friends who have brainwashed Adora. All the spiel about "they don't really care about you they care about She-Ra's power" isn't manipulation, but something she genuinely believes.

Catra advancing at force captain and taking on more power, but in the process gradually realising that what the Horde is doing IS wrong. Cue an internal crisis because oops, everything she's known all her life is a lie. No, no! She refuses to accept that (Aka breakdown time) and kickstarts the faulty portal.

The portal Catra is twisted and deeply unlike herself, at her absolute and utter worst.

Post-Portal, Catra wakes up and, instead of doubling down, realises that she made a MASSIVE FUCK OFF MISTAKE and spends all of season 4 working on her redemption arc, having moral crises, beginning to feel more and more terrible about the past 3 seasons.

She joins the alliance at the end of s4 (gasp, cliffhanger!) and the rest do the cast slowly grow to trust her throughout the season. That's when she realises that Adora really wasn't brainwashed and APOLOGISES for all the things she did and thought.

"Hey Catra?" "Yeah?" "It's good to have you back." [cue blushing as C and A realise how badly they missed each other now that they have no more reasons to fight]

Catra being gradually incorporated into the best friend squad and she, Bow AND Glimmer all help Adora break through HPrime's virus thingy in a parallel to season 1 where Adora is supported by ALL her friends, not just her gf.

Hooray, the evil is defeated! Uh, what now? Okay, either they come to the conclusions that they lcoe each other separately and confess after HPrime's been defeated and there's nothing in their way anymore, or there's like a mid-combat confession played for laughs like "this is mad sweet of you but we don't have time for this!" "WE MIGHT NOT SURVIVE TO HAVE THE TIME LATER" and a tender moment after the battle where maybe Catra is patching Adora up in contrast of all the times they spent beating the crap out of each other.

Shit, Bow could tentatively give her tips on how to be a good friend!

She'd have a harder time with Glimmer because Glimmer never forgave her for the Angela thing, but Catra tries and feels bad and maybe even begs her for forgiveness. (please, I didn't know it would come to that. You can punch me if you want.) And feeling genuine remorse. (My mother figure was shit. Yours looked okay. I'm really sorry for taking that away from you.) Etc etc

This really isn't a hard character arc to plot, Nate. Look, I did it in like 15 minutes while dicking around at work. Easy peasy.

this! all of this.

(also i was the one who suggested the idea of hordak being adora's parental figure)

#spop critical #spop #spop salt #spop criticism #spop discourse #she ra #anti catradora #anti catra #anti spop #anti c//a #antic//a #anticatra #anticatradora

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supertrxshwrites · 4 months

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Maneater pt. 2

Jason Todd x Reader

( I might write a short to end this better but uuuh yeah here’s pt.2 sorry in advance for spelling errors I did NOT proofread this…Oh uh I’m tagging you bc I saw your comment on pt. 1 @justyouraveragekleemain )

TW// blood mention, wound, cut,

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“Fuck, me” you say as Jason speeds off into the night,rain sprinkles down leaving small droplets on your arms before its pace picks up and it starts to pour.

You trot back up the stairs to grab your helmet and purse before walking to the closest bus stop, your wait wasn’t too long when you heard the creak of the bus coming to a halt, the hiss of the doors opening takes you back to your high school days. You shake the thought away before stepping onto the bus, you dig through your wallet practically blowing dust off your bus card praying there’s enough on it. You swipe it and the driver nods his head in approval for you to take a seat, the fluorescent lights shining down on the dark blue plastic of the seats. There’s a few people on but you can tell it’s nearing the end of the line, older men with brown paper bags hugging what’s probably a 40oz beer, a woman with two sleeping children and what looks like grocery bags. Only a sight you’d catch on public transit, people from different walks of life in one place. You catch the bus driver looking at you through the mirror, a bit annoyed that you haven’t picked a seat yet, you quickly choose one scooching close to the window sighing as the rain makes a pitter patter sound against the glass. As the bus moves you feel a headache coming on as you start to think about the events of the nights gala experience. You never saw Jason as anything romantically, he’s been your best friend forever and you assumed that he just felt the same way. Once the bus comes to a stop near your apartment you release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, you grab your purse and helmet and step off before crossing the street to your apartment complex. You walk through the parking lot and take the elevator to your floor and finally make it to your door a deep sigh leaving your lungs the second you turn the key in the lock. You throw the helmet on your couch and practically run to your room falling face first into the mattress.

“What the fuck” you say voice muffled from the pillows. You roll over to check your phone to see if maybe Jason has texted you, but there’s nothing.

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About a week goes by since you’ve seen Jason. Not a text, a call or even a knock on your door. You had been blowing him up but not a single answer.

“Whatever” you say to yourself quietly in your empty apartment as you plop down onto the couch to watch some corny show.

That’s when you hear a light tapping sound. The first time you heard it you shrugged it off and continued the show you were watching, but then you heard it a second time which made you nervous. You got up and slowly crept towards your bedroom hoping that it was just rain on the window and you could return to watching TV.

You hear a slight thud on the window followed by a streaking noise. You inhale sharply as you finally have a full view of the fire-escape window in your bed room. The glass is foggy and all that you can make out is the shadow of a person which makes you even more nervous. A pang of nausea hitting your stomach, you step closer and that’s when your heart begins to pound.

“ what the fuck?!” The breathe you sucked in earlier spilling out of you like a balloon. You shuffle over to the window pushing it up and before you can react. The figure falls over onto the floor knocking things over in the process.

“ Hnn..took you long enough..fuu..ck” he says between wheezes

Your eyes widen as you finally collect your thoughts as to what’s unraveling in front of you.

“JASON?!” you say in a confused tone.

“Floors so cold…hnn and soothing” he wheezes out before rolling over slowly, blood spilling from his torso.

You drop to your knees next him.

“YOURE BLEEDING!” Panic settles into every nerve in your body as you try to pull Jason’s massive frame from the floor. Your mind is racing, you hadn’t heard from him in days and now he’s the fucking Red Hood bleeding all over your floor and bedroom?!

“Y/n..” he mutters your name before you continue to drag him to your chair in the living room. His wheeze becoming most prominent when he tries to speak. You shush him for a moment before pressing your temples with your eyes clothes.

“I need a moment” you take a deep breathe before you pull your hair up and grab your first aid kit.

“Look I’m not great at this Jason I’ve never had to patch or sew anyone up before.”

Your eyes dart at every part of him before you sit between his legs and situate your self so you’re able to tend to his wounds without leaning on him too much.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” You snap at him as you help him out of his dirty brown leather jacket and lift his shirt up.

“I-“

“No Jason don’t speak!” You say putting your gloved index finger up

“You take me to a gala! You leave me to find your dad and then embarrass me only to leave me there?!” You say as you dab his cuts with alcohol a wince slipping from his lips.

“And-and- then you ignore me?!” You say angrily as you begin to apply bandages.

“Jesus Christ…can you..shut up!” He says cutting you off through gritted teeth.

“I needed time to think about what I wanted to say to you. How I wanted to apologize about how I acted at the gala-“ he says before the tilting his head back and whimpering in pain.

Your mouth hangs open surprised at his words. You weren’t expecting this from him, you didn’t even consider that he’d apologize for what happened at the gala.

“I..Jay..” you stammer as you close the first aid kit and dispose of your gloves and any dirty tools. For a while you both sit in silence, the soft hum of your fan rotating echoing through your apartment.

“You’re my best friend Y/N, I wanted to tell you about me being Red Hood…then the gala happened and I was so mad-“

You look at him before sucking in a deep breath.

“Jason…it’s fine..yeah I’m worried about you being a vigilante but there’s worse things” you laugh a bit as you shrug

“Wow..um you took this better than I thought you would.” He laughs a bit before wincing.

You check the time before getting up to grab a few blankets and pillows. You make up the couch for him and you sit down and pat the spot next to you. He gets up using the chair to steady himself before sitting next to you.

“Jason…” you pause for a moment before you continue his green eyes have your full attention.

“I have always loved you. You have and will always be my first love Jay..I never wanted to say it because I was afraid you’d run away or I’d ruin it some how if I ever said anything. S’why I always settled for shitty guys I guess”

You feel the words pouring out of you like vomit, your stomach flipping as you confess. He lets out a breathy laugh as he leans closer, he brushes some of your hair away before cupping your face a soft smile forming on his face. His thumb softly caressing your cheek, you feel a chill down your spine at the contact, goosebumps appearing on your arms.

“Can I?” He asks softly as he leans closer.

You nod with a smile before Jason closes the gap between you two.

You feel your body enveloping in warmth as he kisses you. Your heart flutters as each second passes, when he pulls away it feels like two magnets being pulled apart.

“I love you too, Y/N”

#supes writes #jason todd x reader #supertrxshwrites #supes speaks #jason todd #dc comics #batfam #headcannons #jason todd x black!reader #Maneater

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fanatical4creation · 4 months

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‼️⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️‼️

This post contain sensitive topics, such as sexual themes, s/a, abortion and others similar to these. This post is intended to PG-13 audiences such as my account, so you're warned, if you read this post even if you're not the target audience then it's your fault, not mine

INVERTED!Underlust (Fanatically Underlust)

Uuuuuuuuuuh, let's talk about the elefant in the room of my brain. To begin with, i've sorta re-written Underlust as i like, so i call this version of mine "Fanatically UnderLust".

These characters are the main ones btw...

Uuh Grillby and Sans are a canon couple, just like the og UL.

Paps and Mtt are also a canon couple, but they got some drama going on bc Paps is uuh, addicted to drugs and uuh..y'know, so they're in a complicated situation. Also Paps is like a cupid and goes around the multiverse making couples, i guess... it rarely happens tho.

Mtt runs a Quiz show (hooray!) that broadcasts for the whole multiverse, a lot of other people also participate on it, the most current wuest is Paps.

Grillby had christian parents and he has this whole arc of "bro let me live my life sucking dicks", it's awesome. He's like the song Collared by Vane lily

Alphys and Undyne don't got THAT many things going kn, just.. just being happy lesbians, and that stuff of homophobia

Alphys has the main lore of F.U.L, Luster a.k.a Gaster is sort of an asshole and does a lot of s/a, and uuuh she's his main victim, this also complements mtt's lore, he's been created specifically for Luster, for... y'know, Alphys scape... god this is awful lets move on.

Undyne is also like a popstar thing, y'know verosika from helluva boss? That's her, but nicer.

All of the characters has at least an level of hypersexuality

The FUL cast needs to use masks and have all of the preventions against an contagious thingy (like that 2019 virus) when they're in contact with other universes. it'll be explained furthermore...

The dreemurrs, omg, i like them ngl, specially Toriel, she just deserves love, man.

Alright... uh.. Frisk and Rosie (btw just notice i wrote flowey instead of Rosie, i'm so sorryakbdksjakak)... i mean, they exist that's for sure, in FUL Frisk sacrifices himself to free the monsters, i mean.. Asriel isn't here to save the day... but Hopeful ("Dream Sans") saved everyone aren't they the best?

Asgore is an interesting one, he's also addicted to drugs like Paps, but i have to say, this drug monsters from FUL takes are something else, it's the cause of everything. But i'll explain it furthermore.

Also, Asgore is sort of a religious guy, yup! You read me right. The first human brought a bible with him, and oh god he believed it, i mean i can guess he already was a religious guy before the war but now he's THE religious.

^^^(Btw I'm not blaming all christians or believers of another religion, it's just a stereotypical character, i'm using bad believers as character/example not good believers)

Asgore participates from that school i mentioned in the underfell post, i don't remember the name, but yeah.

Btw Frisk, Rosie and Toriel are a happy family! Instead of Frisk wanting to leave he just stayed with Toriel, oh wait i need to let this clear they're like mother and son okay don't get things wrong hold on. Oh yeah Frisk still has no gender but... i mean he just wants to be called as he/him that's all

Frisk is slightly affected by the Lust contagious thing, that's why he has fat thighs and some large upper format.... sorry. I tried to make him have both of genders characteristics.

Attention. Asshole characters ahead

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh, i don't like them at all, but they're the main villain and all of that shit so they're important.

Alright.. uuh, y'know Underlust reinmaniged by @/zirkkun Lust Syrup? Now imagine it 10x worst. Yup, that's what this human's soul is composed of, it doesn't have a name so just call it substance.

Basically the substance multiplies itself (it's almost alive) and smelling, entering in contact or digest it could infect you and alterate you completly, and also give you human traits like 5 fingers, yup, i have this headcanon where monsters has 4 fingers and humans has 5, just a way of differentiate the both species more

And Gaster... uuuh, he fell for the human's temptations and he's like..... theirs.... pet, i guess..??? But i mean, i like to think gaster is still not innocent, being too close to the literal font of the Lust would change him to be eventually what he is now

Don't worry they're in prision, forever... i Hope

Underlust by: @/nsfwshamecave-pb

#invertedverse #undertale au #art #utmv #my au #character design #reference sheet #underlust #lust sans #InvertedLust #utmv au #undertaleau #Fanatically underlust #ut au

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pyrrhonisticcharlieism · 3 months

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Lowkey it bugs me that Angel Dust is like the poster child of “The Prospect of Redemption” when he is just an abused sex worker who has issues with addiction—which is all NOT reflective of how “good” someone is.

Yeah, yeah, I’m woke and think those things are completely morally neutral. It’s his JOB + uuuh an actual physical dependency? And since in this version of Hell vs Heaven it doesn’t seem “accepting Jesus as your Lord and savior” or worshipping “God” is a factor…. but also like it seems like Angel displaying “good enough for heaven” behaviors was just moderating himself and looking out for his friends (which I think he’d do no matter the point in his journey????) Like he is downright selfless, and while getting utterly obliterated on drugs to cope can seem selfish depending on the context—With Angel it is purely self harm. (Poor baby.)

It also seems like sticking up for himself/having agency is the main factor in showing Heaven he is “worthy.” Which is kinda shitty!!! Because self-actualization should never be a condition of receiving love…even divine love? (“You need to love yourself before you can give/receive love to/of someone else.” Which is yucky to me.)

I AM RAMBLING. IS WHAT I’M SAYING MAKING SENSE? Obviously, the whole point is that Heaven is hypocritical…but YEAH. I’m half asleep typing this lmao.

Like sex and drugs bad, I get it, but none of those parts of Angel fundamentally changed when he “checked all the boxes that [they] said would show a person deserves a second chance.” Which, arbitrarily, were “Act selfless. Don’t steal. Stick it to The Man” (Ironic lol.) Also, I know apparently no one knows what gets someone into Heaven, but STILL. I don’t so much care about the “logic,” it just makes me overthink/over-care.

Anyway, TLDR: it sucks that someone basically trapped in a cycle of abuse is considered “unholy”.

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #also I am KINDA TIPSY #but I think about Angel’s circumstances a lot and how it’s like….his job and disease are his major ‘sins’#as a sw myself dealing with alcholism…I relate to Angel #because I’m actually uncomfortable with my side-gig but it helps with me surviving so…I do it ya know?

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written-in-my-pages · 16 days

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you write so fast, teach me how to be productive when all I wanna do is scroll tumblr 😭🙏

usually I don't like people asking me "how to" things but I actually have an awnser this time lol

MOTIVIATION!!!!

Motivation is the biggest thing ever you need when writing! Usually, to stay motivated, I personally listen to music (the ULTAKILL OST is great to motivate you for fighting scenes...ultrakill my beloved) --but I know that taking a walk or reading something can always get you thinking. For this entire time I've been writing Written in my Pages, I've been reading the "A Good Girl's Guide To Murder" series to keep me motivated!

Taking breaks :D

sometimes you just need to take a break and come back later. For example, scrolling Tumblr/TikTok/any social media, can sometimes turn your brain to icky mush. So, take a break! overworking yourself sucks so sometimes it's best to take a break.

uuuh shit what else

If this helps at all, I personally write in Google keep (which has a word count limit, so often I have to switch to A03 directly 😭) and somehow that keeps me writing. I always have the tab open and usually when I go on really long rides (for example, a few days ago, I went on a 10+ hour trip) I write.

I literally write every given hour I can in my usual day it genuinely might be an issue at this point. anyway yeah I hope that this post helps at least a few people 😭 always write with an open mind. mistakes are okay; and always remember that even if other people don't like your writing, that's okay!!

speaking of writing, chapter 20 should be coming out soon >:3

#bungou stray dogs #a03 fanfic #bsd beast #a03 writer #bungou sd #fanfic #beast dazai #dazai x chuuya #digital art #bsd dazai #creative writing #writing advice #poetry

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indecisive-dizzy · 3 months

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Hi bestie I’m 17 now

Have any oc or welcome home ideas u wanna share?

I’m curious to know more about your ocs ^^

🥺 my ocs? u want to know my babies??

fr tho I have SO many but surprisingly not too many Welcome Home ocs (outside Howdy and Eddie's family) haha. I shall talk about two of them! Under Read More tho bc this is Long

First up is CJ Chronicle! I've shared an opposite au version of him for jace's au but never shared the og!

BOOM Here's my boy!! His bio has most info but some extra stuff:

25 years old!

Height is between Frank and Eddie's

Pansexual, crushing on Frank and Eddie. He wants to hold both their hands

He and Frank can talk literature for Hours. Frank lent them some books for writing inspo and that's when they fell.

CJ and Eddie also talk a lot! I hc that Eddie likes to read too and showed interest in CJ's published books. Then he Actually Read Them. CJ was baffled and smitten.

History nerd. He will purposely point out historical inaccuracies in Sally's plays to get under her skin.

on that note he gets along with everyone but Sally and occasionally Barnaby. The dog can be very distracting and he needs quiet when writing.

I'll keep it at that for now! I need to make an official post for him haha

Next up is Valerie Viola! She's a bee from New Jersey and a bad bitch! But also very sweet! I don't have an official art for her cuz I Suck at fem body types (working on it) but I have picrew lol.

Trans mtf, she/her. Biromanitc, Demisexual.

27 years old!

shorter than Howdy, up to his shoulder in height

Rides a motorcycle

Was born hard of hearing, can't hear jack without her hearing aids. Her whole family knows sign!

Architect! She makes building plans and also dabbles in interior design

In a long distance relationship with Howdy! They met in college and kept in touch as they went down their own career paths

They met up again few years later when Howdy was visiting family and confessed feelings they've both had since college!

has four arms, and only two legs. Plus little bee wings that she can use to just slightly lift herself off the ground. High enough to kiss Howdy but that's it lol

Has a pet rat named Stink! He's a little goober

Wants to live with/closer to Howdy but struggles with the idea of leaving her home city.

Has talked to Barnaby over the phone and thinks he's the funniest guy (next to Howdy).

She's joked that if Howdy cheated on her with Barn she wouldn't even be mad. (poly? maybe.)

gets along with everyone else, but Julie can be a lot for her at times

Uuuh yeah I'll leave it at that lol

I need to get to work on getting Val some official art but hhhh high effort art is a struggle rn. Either way I hope you like my babies!! Thank u for letting me show them off sigh I need to talk about them more. Especially Valerie, poor girl got left at the store for a bit lol

#woah 17!!! Sick bro ur almost done highschool then yeah?#god i sound old saying that. im gonna dig myself a hole to lie in brb-#jk jk #I'm only like 3 years older than u #ik my bio says 19 but thats gonna change in like a month yikes #anywho sorry this post is long. But i love my babies and needed an excuse #Seriously I will make official post for ocs i just need the time and motivation lol #welcome home #welcome home ocs #my ocs #neon child #dizztalkstoomuch #not using character tags bc this is technically just about ocs #if u want to hear about non welcome home ocs lemme know #<3 #dizzy ocs

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silverzoomies · 6 months

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Uuuh, let's try the ship thing!

We often talk but I'll give you something more juicy(?), hehe - I hope to give you useful info.

You know my physical appearance: hash blonde short hair, hazel eyes, pale, kinda skinny. Invisible breasts (lol), more "hips person" (?)!

I'm a stubborn actress/voice actress and, yeah, let's say I'm a writer too. I just love to make someone laugh and I can be veeery silly (master of dad jokes) but I start to suffer from depression and anxiety many years ago. Nostalgic, melancholic, dreamer, lil weirdo. I'd love to live in other past eras. I just adore cats, people say to me I am a part of the feline crew. I'm a creature of habit, lazy and selective but not "choosy". Even if people hurt me bad, I hope in the ones I love. If I love you, I'll be there for you. Sincerely.

Taurus. Chocolate Addict. Hypochondriac. Probably pansexual... okay.

Is It all? Nope.

Should I stop? Definitely.

Thank you in advance, my sweet friend. I'm so curious! 🩶✨

P. S. : Sorry for the errors, oopsie!

please don't apologize for any errors !! it's no biggie !!

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Oh, my dear friend. My sweet, gorgeous pal. My good buddy. I love you so much. Listen. Are you listening? Okay. Let’s headcanon for a moment Austin (aka Patty O’ Furniture) is bi/pansexual, yeah? That’s your man right there. Be real with me, he totally is. Think about it.

Austin, with his eccentric theatrics and charismatic stage presence (kudos to vampire drug). He’s so flamboyant, so sassy, always talking in that sing-song voice. And you? You're just as silly and entertaining. With a bit of stubborness? Ooooh~! He’d just adore you. Y’know that, right? He'd eat you up !! metaphorically, of course (he might think about doing it literally).

Since you share his interest in the arts, who’s to say he wouldn’t bond with you over them? You have these dreams of becoming an actress, with all this experience playing characters, writing, etc etc. There’s only one problem…Austin would definitely try and get you on that muse drug too. Hell, if you tried it, he’d probably lure you into his vampire escapades. Like his cute sidekick.

But, oh, you’d become such a genius of your craft, thanks to that drug. He’d admire every minute of it! Austin would love sharing ideas with you. He’s a playwright, so he might have you read and act out some lines from his work.

He seems like such a cat guy to me too. I can totally see him with a cat in his lap, stroking its soft fur. Reading over lines with you and sharing gossip from his experiences in show business. Sucks that you’re stuck forever as a vampire now. But you both make pretty gorgeous vampires. It’s so worth it, if it means spending forever in each other’s company; indulging in as much creative inspiration as possible. ❤️🧛‍♂️❤️

#txt #asks #long post #feefymo #i love you so bigly bigggg !!

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drylan · 2 years

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Ficlet request maybe? I don’t who out of Dylan and Ryan is more likely to do it, but one of them catches the other writing smutty fanfic of a show they watch together and merciless piss taking ensues 😅

"Babe, can I use your laptop? Mine is updating and I gotta email myself some stuff." Ryan called from the little office in their apartment, Dylan busy making dinner.

"Uuuh, yeah, sure!" Dylan called after and Ryan got to work. God, he was glad he had an extra copy of his resume on Dylan’s desktop. A recruiter had asked him to send it forward ASAP, so he didn’t want to hesitate at all.

But when he opened his web browser, he was greeted with a fanfic on archiveofourown. Not that he didn’t indulge in reading his own fanfic, this was...an account that was logged in. Posting hardcore Destiel fanfiction.

He and Dylan were in the midst of rewatching the entire series and holy shit. Holy shit. “Dylan?”

“What?” Dylan’s voice was a lot louder and clearer than before, standing in the doorway of their office, complete with cooking apron around his waist. Then his eyes bulged. “O-Oh my god, I forgot to close...”

“’I’m going to grip your dick hard, Dean, and raise it from your pants.’ Really, dude? YOUR dirty talk is better than this...” Ryan laughed with a huff as Dylan turned red.

“Well, well, maybe I like stoic, deep-voiced awkward guys that suck at dirty talk! Ever think about that?” He huffed out and spun on his heel back towards the kitchen. “You’re never using my laptop again!”

Ryan chuckled to himself for a moment before something hit him.

Wait. Was he talking about Castiel or...?

“Babe?! Do you think my dirty talk sucks?”

There was no answer.

#the quarry #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #drylan #rylan #radioheads #my stuff #fanfic #ficlet

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shadow-pixelle · 6 months

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Fic Writer 20 Questions

Ta for the tag, @shootingstarpilot!

(These ask games are always so long, so under the cut!)

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

Thirty four! Which is a lot more than I thought I had.

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

475, 955. All hail oneshots.

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

Currently the top one is Star Wars, but I've most recently been writing for DC.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Mission Files, Into the Archives, A Credit To The Order, Lineage Dinner, and Chasing a Beacon. (Three of these are from the same series, lol. Kinda great.)

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yesssss. Comments are great. I sometimes take a month or two to reply, because of a combo of 'I like to let them build up and answer them all at once' and 'there's comments to answer and I have no energy to do it'. But I do like replying to things, it's very fun. People screaming about my work is my lifeblood and I like screaming back.

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hm. So the obvious answer would be Shattering Point, the Pokemon minific I wrote a few years back. I'm not much of one for angsty endings, though. Angsty beginnings, sure, but most of the time if I write a fic I'm aiming for a happy ending, even if I'm gonna put the characters through it in the meanwhile. Even Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow, my other angsty fic, ends at least hopefully if not necessarily happily.

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Proooobably Second Sun, so far. That one's just comfy and I like it a lot.

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Rarely, but yeah. I've had a few sarcastic/snappy comments about the whole 'oh the Jedi suck', but my personal favourite one was when I got an angry comment on an MCU fic- it was actually my first real nasty comment on AO3, which was cool. It's only not deleted because someone else in the comment jumped in to argue back and the entire comment chain ended up like 40 comments of 'angry screaming versus reasoned debate' which was honestly just funny to read through.

(That part only happened because the entire thing went down while I was asleep and then in class, so I couldn't actually do anything to it.)

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Nope.

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've written a few, yeah. Not sure really what the craziest would be... from posted stuff I guess it's the Worm/Pokemon fic, A Shadow, an Eon, and a Worm, which is slightly gravebound atm because I am so tired and so busy. Other than that I've got an in progress Star Wars crossover that I will eventually finish and then reveal the whole crossover of, and a very tiny DC crossover I'm working on.

(This does not count the ideas, of which I have several.)

But yeah I guess Worm/Pokemon is my craziest.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of, no. Thankfully.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also a no! This would be cool, though.

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yup! A couple of my really old fics (that have been confined to the basement from Early Writing Cringe) were co-written, and a current project, The Spare, is being written with Kali! It's fun, if a bit slow sometimes because we both have the attention span of cracked out squirrels.

silently ignores that I'm the one causing the delays this time

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

Uuuh. Y'know I don't know if I really have a favourite? I'm pretty down to swap ships really. If I find a fic and like the ship, into the box of model ships it goes.

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Hey I actually have an answer for this this time! As much as I like to say I want to finish everything I write, the real goal has always been finish everything I post. Just that I tend to post most of what I write.

BUT! There is one fic that I probably won't finish because it's very angsty and depressing, and in the end of things I got maybe half way in and never did pick it up again. It's called Letters to the Abyss, and it's a Star Wars fic that deals with a lot of the later Clone Wars stuff.

So y'know. You can probably guess how that goes, between 'angsty' and 'late Clone Wars era'.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

Personally I don't think I'm good at anything, but apparently I'm good at characters and utterly breaking people's hearts with the characters. So yay that.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

I hate writing descriptions. I just really struggle with doing it. Apparently it usually comes out ok, but that's after a lot of work with it. I'm also really bad for keep repeating words in one section and then never using them again.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm a disaster for this. I like it, so long as it is either a) sparse, b) frequently repeated words, or c) translated shortly after. My personal method is a mix of A and B, I only do a little really and tend to use the same words more. I also make sure to add hovertext translations; I know those only really help if you're reading on computer, but it's still something. If I knew how to do that thing where clicking a word makes it a different word, I'd use that too.

If I'm doing any writing where it's a long stream of dialogue in a different language, then I either go with a) written in English, but in italics to denote that it's a different language (if the PoV understands it), b) a section of 'X and Y spoke for a moment in (language)', or very rarely option c) where I just have the PoV character summarise the conversation in internal dialogue. I don't do that much because I kinda dislike it, so usually it's A or B again.

Literally the only thing I don't like is 'long stream of foreign language that is only translated in the end notes' or similar, and I try and avoid that as much as I can.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Pokemon! Was fun.

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

Hmm. Hard one, because I get emotionally attached to all of my fics. Quick hit list, probably A Shadow, an Eon, and a Worm, just for the length, Meanings of Master as a whole for the worldbuilding, and I'm super fond of Ornithology at the moment because it was super fun to mess with.

(I also like Maskless a lot but that's a WIP. I mean technically all but Ornithology is a WIP but y'know. It's an unposted WIP.)

Some if-you-fancy tags for @kalicofox, @clockwayswrites, and @greentrickster! Have fun!

#ask game #my writing #writing #my life be like #it always feels like such bullshit when I open my AO3 page and see how many works I have #it's just like 'eh? when'd that happen'#fun though

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