good grief lady blanche is the most gorgeous woman i've ever met in my life

i'm home! time to find out how much i scribbled at work :)

i’m losing my MIIIINDDDDDD about how writing on paper is like, this new and amazing concept for me. it’s PAPER. it’s a PEN. izy you used to do this all the time when you were 12, why are you so stimulated and excited to do this

i’m losing my MIIIINDDDDDD about how writing on paper is like, this new and amazing concept for me. it’s PAPER. it’s a PEN. izy you used to do this all the time when you were 12, why are you so stimulated and excited to do this

i wrote 900 words at work today!! great job me!!

the bad news is (if there's any bad news in this) i wrote it for a fic that isn't the main focus. oh well!! anything counts :D

GOAL: WRITE 1K WORDS

COME ON. TEN PARAGRAPHS. COME ON

i used to write my little stories in composition notebooks when i was younger— in middle school— and i think i might have to do that now. maybe. we’ll see. i don’t mind but my hand will definitely cramp a lot 😭

GOAL: WRITE 1K WORDS

COME ON. TEN PARAGRAPHS. COME ON

i have that one fic already posted where lady blanche moved into a completely different universe where marinette doesn’t exist and adrien is absolutely obsessed with her, and. i’ve been thinking a lot about this one, recently. there is a third chapter i wanted to write but never got to…

oh my god. i actually write 1k words today. hah. holy hell

why is it that i’m always writing about dicks, one day i’ll have a g rated fic again

i’ve always had this idea about— whoahoAHOAAAA NSFA

— having luka come so hard down adrien’s throat that the poor man is actually just struggling so hard to breathe afterwards. his knees hurt and his eyes are so watery that he’s crying even though he’s not crying, you know? but his eyes sting and his mouth is soft and his throat is bruised and luka’s hands are in his hair, purring softly about how adrien did such a good job, see? didn’t he say that he’d be good at this? he just needed luka to prove it. he deep throat’s cock like he was made for it.

adrien spends the rest of the night slowly getting his bearings back together by softly sucking on luka’s balls and resting his cheek on luka’s thighs. he breathes easy when that dick fits right back in his mouth and he just dozes off from exhaustion because the blowjob was just so much

:)

we keep trying. we keep trying. we keep trying. we have to keep trying

my second commission for flp arrived!!! i have yet to find any more energy to write. oh, jesus christ.

sorry what was that? i was just imagining marinette’s little fingers and long nails giving a firm, testing tug to the red rope wrapped around adrien’s biceps and asking him if he’ll stay still enough now or if she has to secure the knots more

my second commission for flp arrived!!! i have yet to find any more energy to write. oh, jesus christ.

NEW DAY NEW ATTEMPT, HERE WE GO HERE WE GO HERE WE GO,

i think i might have to write on my lunch break which is kind of sad but eh. i’m in my car eating lunch anyway, this doesn’t make much of a difference to me. attention span might be tight, though.

i’m gonna try bringing my ipad to work tomorrow

i think i might have to write on my lunch break which is kind of sad but eh. i’m in my car eating lunch anyway, this doesn’t make much of a difference to me. attention span might be tight, though.

i’m gonna try bringing my ipad to work tomorrow

i got a commission for flp… :3

now if i had enough energy to write anything, that would be swell

progress is not linear but i’m TRYING!! i woke up at 6:30 today 🧍🏽‍♀️

working my way up to waking up at 5am so i can write without distractions— or at least, so that the only distraction i have is me— i managed to wake up at 5:30 today. nice nice nice nice :3

i didn’t actually do any writing, but one step at a time.