ANNOUNCEMENT

I DID IT

I FINISHED EDITING THE NIGHT AUCTION TONIGHT

🎉🎉🎉IT'S DONE🎉🎉🎉

I WON NANOWRIMO (I STARTED ON OCTOBER 13 AND TOOK THE LAST WEEK OFF BUT SHH)

SO SO HAPPY AND SO PROUD OF MYSELF, IT'S ONE OF MY TOP BOOKS I'VE EVER WRITTEN

a line from the last scene for you. as a treat. click for better quality

can i see some 🎉 in the reblogs please ??

the night auction taglist: @theglitchywriterboi

GENERAL TAGLIST: @worldbuildng @muddshadow @nikkywrites @47crayons @directionoftime @chayscribbles @magic-is-something-we-create

aw c'mere puppy. come on baby, come for your head scritches. look at you, wagging that little tail. you're so cute, yes you are, oh yes you are. my sweet little puppy. you're such a good pet for me aren't you? you like your head scritches don't you pup? look at you barking and wagging, that's my good pet.

umm bully mirio scares you so much that he makes you piss your pants in the hallways, white thigh highs stained with yellow as you sob and pray no one is paying attention to you. him dragging you into the janitors closet after to actually give you a reason to cry and piss yourself.

Please-- like are you in my brain right now ? i- i YES

18+ MDNI| ��piss✨ , bullying , dubcon, mean mirio , god im a simp

Mirio Togata is your worst nightmare. Yeah, he might be UA's golden boy-- all sweet and charismatic but that's just a façade. Or at least, that's how he is to everyone but you. He's just so mean ! Always calling you mean names, pinching your thighs, and ordering you around. You tried to tell someone, anyone , but who'd believe you ? You should've known better, and you also should've known that word would get back to your tormenter. You probably would've kept your mouth shut if you'd known that he'd have you backed against the lockers, head locked between two meaty fists. Thumb resting against your temples and lips pressed against your ear whispering cruelly. "Did you really think they'd believe you, Quirkless?". “Honestly , you should be grateful that I even waste my time on someone as mediocre as you.” “So many girls would kill for my attention” And he wasn’t lying. Everyone loved Mirio. Everyone except you. He couldn’t understand why you didn’t immediately succumb to his charms. Why you didn’t fall to your knees the moment he spoke to you. All the other girls did. He didn’t know that you were super shy and introverted so his outgoing personality made you nervous, he took it as a personal offense. Getting meaner and meaner everyday. But this was the worst it had ever gotten. His knee was pressed between your legs, right against your cunt. You were shaking so bad. So scared and he was holding you in place. It didn't help that he'd caught you on the way to restroom. “P-please Mirio … gotta go” Your pathetic pleas fell on deaf ears. “P-please Mirio” he mocked, adding pressure against your temple. “Where do you have to go , huh ? What’s more important than me ?” Fat tears welled in the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill with each twitch of his leg. "I have to go to the ladies room, Mirio" you whined, praying that he'd spare you the tiniest sliver of mercy. Prayers went unanswered because Mirio's handsome face twisted into a cruel smile. Cerulean visionaries burning into your skin and tracing a path down to where his knee met your clothed cunt. "Oh?" he mocked, voice dripping with faux concern. "Does little Y/N need to go potty?" You didn’t answer, just whimpered and averted your eyes which did not bode well with the fledgling hero. *BAM! His fists crashed into the locker, leaving a gaping hole right next to your head. "When I talk you- Mirio's voice trailed off and his gaze fell to the darkening splotch on his uniform pants. Amber liquid surged from the place between your thighs. Pretty white stockings ruined with streaks of hot piss. "M-mirio , i-" Words caught in your throat and you whimpered in humiliation. Utterly defeated by the fact that you'd pissed yourself in front of the most popular boy in school. He was going to be furious. At least that's what you assumed before you dared glance at his oceanic orbs. The blonde's eyes glazed over, completely clouded with lust. The wet tip of his tongue darted across his plush lips and your eyes followed the movement. Slightly parted and moistened by saliva. What you wouldn't give to have those lips on your body. As if he were clairvoyant, Mirio pulled you into a bruising kiss. Bullying into your mouth with such skilled aggression that your brain felt fuzzy. A heady mixture of adrenaline and arousal permeated the air and the damp warmth of your cunt pulsed against his leg in rhythm with the frantic beating of your heart. Mirio pulled away hair messy and tie disheveled. Thick fingers carded through his blonde locs before he stepped forward to adjust your braids. A hand lingered against your cheek, almost gentle. Almost. His thumb and index finger squeezed as he pulled your face close to his. "My room at 9PM, Quirkless. Don't be late."

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Girlie goes out 💃🏻

disappointed in the fact that we as a society do not talk enough about the fact that: 1. killian was included in henry’s call for help from his mothers and 2. that the portal opens and killian comes rushing out and defeats the knights in the room while regina just stands back. like girlie’s got magic, she could’ve done it quicker and easier but killian’s front and center with a single track focus on rescuing henry that he’s out here disposing of them so fast the old-fashioned way so he can save his stepson. m’boy.

don’t mind me, i just love one (1) father.

i said 'female rage pls but make it women of color thx' and netflix said 'here, sweaty :)'

talk to me about 'PANIC ATTACKS' ! (and maybe also the explicit monster john hours hehe)

I'm going to talk about explicit monster john hours first bc I don't have a snippet to share. Like listen, I created this incredible monster for In a Yellow Wood but it's a T-rated fic and, regardless of what happens in that fic, I think Arthur deserves some time to play around with Creature John. It's already been established that they're both touch-starved so... idk, it almost writes itself. 😂

The way I am a slutty puddle for one character helping another character through a panic attack.

I have a lot of opinions about Venom (both in comics and movies) and, I'm sorry, but Eddie Brock has got to be the most traumatized wet cat of a man. Especially movie Eddie. There is no way that guy is getting through fighting two other symbiotes, being literally stabbed through the heart, and thrown from a bell tower (when he's afraid of heights!!!!) without develop some pretty severe anxiety.

So I started writing that, and didn't get very far, but do hope I can pick it up again soon.

SNIPPET:

“Okay, Venom,” Anne demands, looking around like the symbiote will suddenly appear. “What now?”

Eddie.

He shivers at the sound of his name in that alien voice.

“Where… were…. you?”

Eddie.

Something sounds off about Venom’s voice but Eddie can’t pin down what it is over the harsh sound of his own breaths. His heart feels like it’s still trying to hammer its way out of his body except it didn’t have any luck in his chest and has now made its way up to his throat.

He squeezes his hand into a fist where it hangs between this thighs and mutters the truth even though saying it makes his anxiety spike even more. “I… need… you…”

Heat blooms along his sternum and a gentle caress slides down the inside of his forearm. A big, black, clawed hand drops out of his right sleeve and threads its fingers between his own. Venom’s hand squeezes Eddie’s and his flexes back as he sucks in a slightly larger breath.

The same sliding touch moves across the muscles of his chest and upper back, meeting along his sides, and cinching tight. As soon as Venom wraps around him, the pressure sinks into his muscles and Eddie is finally able to take a full breath, the ripples of panic starting to shrink.

After a few more deep breaths, his right hand still clinging to Venom’s, Eddie lifts his head to see Anne and Dan’s worried faces looking down at him.

“How long have you been having panic attacks?” Dan asks.

x

never read a hair breading fanfic that didn't change my life COMPLETELY

I love when my mutuals vaugepost about men they find attractive and I slam the reblog button and then I see pictures of who they’re actually talking about and I’m like oh wow okay that’s uh that’s a choice but then reblog my vagueposts about men I find attractive and will probably have the same reaction upon seeing the men I’m talking about.

Whenever I watch that scene of Ethan and the White Widow in Fallout I’m reminded that Ethan says “we had a thing once” in German (instead of “we have a past”) and I wanna thank whoever put those words into his mouth because the sexual implication is the funniest and obviously most fitting.

So I've been thinking about this a lot and thought I should share. Some of you may know a couple months back I lost someone very dear to me. Her name was Nan. She was a friend of my grandparents, a friend of my parents, a neighbor, and most importantly she was like another grandma to me. Her passing hit me very hard.

But recently I've been thinking about something. When I was a kid she would babysit her grandson twice a week. He was a year younger than me and so we'd play on those days. We even had a gap in the fence so we could easily go between the yards.

Nan loved her garden and often times us playing was just us following her around the garden "helping".

She used to use Folgers coffee cans to catch snails. I thought it was very sweet that she was catching the snails to give them a home, and I would gather leaves and grass and make little living rooms for the snails in the coffee cans. This was a pretty standard event. I'd go to Nan's, see the snails in the coffee can, and start making them feel welcome. It was part of the routine. Scoop the plant food into the watering can, fill the watering can, water the deck flowers, check the coffee can for new friends. Every day during the summer.

As I grew up I never saw anything wrong with it. Other people would complain about snails, but I loved them and I never understood why people wouldn't want them in their gardens. Nan wanted them, she let me make little homes for them. And her garden was beautiful. I never questioned why Nan was the only woman in the world who welcomed the snails.

It wasn't until about a year before she died that I realized the truth. As her health started to decline I went to visit her. We sat in her kitchen and talked for hours like we always did. We were reminiscing and she started laughing about how I was always such a sweet kid and how I loved everything around me. She started chuckling and said something like "and there was you and the snails."

My younger brother asked what she meant and she went on to explain that she would set out a coffee can with some bait in it to catch the snails and then she would get rid of them. And when I discovered them, she had to become very sneaky about getting rid of the snails and "oh you're right that big one is gone. Guess he must have gone home to his wife and kids" when in reality she was throwing them away.

That's when everything suddenly made sense.

Nan didn't want the snails. She didn't have some magical reason that no one else could fathom about why the snails were good for her yard. She would just play along with me. Let me be innocent and see only good in the world. And once I went home for the day she'd dump the snails in the garbage.

I was 26 when I realized this. I genuinely never questioned why Nan was the only person ever to want snails in her garden.

This memory has made me smile so often ever since her passing. It's made it easier to have that memory to cling onto. I think it's hilarious. I laugh every time I think about it. I didn't even remember it until at her funeral, even though I was asked for stories of her to be told by one of the speakers. But ever since I haven't been able to stop thinking about the Folgers coffee can filled with snails.

I love that Nan nurtured that innocence and wonder instead of teasing me or telling me off. This was very in character for me, especially as a kid. I was little dense and naive but always seeing the beauty in everything.

Even a coffee can full of snails.

my gender kinda is just faggot tbh

I just be out, drunk, making friends with everybody🤣

god how I love pathetic men

in light of lestappen podium... i must ask... when new warming verse pls..

okay but... hear me out...

live slug reaction from @simplysimplylovely during the race:

I always somehow manage to forget exactly how shitty waking up early is especially after only sleeping like an hour but at least I get experience for my fics that I never finish lmao