Scribbs / Belle

I am an adult I write stuff ♡

[cursedscribbles]

Re-introduction Post!

Hiiiii! I'm Scribbs. Or Belle. Idm either. She/her. 25. UK. I was a whump account before under a different name. Now I'm an everything account.

Welcome! Great to have you here. You can find a mix of writing (whump, comfort etc) and rambles. Asks are always open, requests are always open, messages are always open.

Masterlist :)

I have discord you should add me on it (cigarrax). I like to game you should add me on steam. I like to read you should add me on goodreads. Just message me for usernames. I also like motorbikes and tattoos. And dinosaurs. If you also like those we should be friends.

Minors please go away. Ageless blogs please go away. You will be blocked.

[cursedscribbles]

LISTEN

I'm not in the industry of writing smut BUT

When Riley is finally ready to have sex with Nick after he recovers. It will have been raining all afternoon and there is a fire burning in the background. Nick is reading something, some kind of legal documents. He'll turn to look at Riley, only to find Riley has been staring at him the entire time.

"Say my name."

Nick will blink. Riley's tone will be slightly lower, a little gruff. He'll repeat himself, keeping eye contact with Nick.

"Riley."

Nick's voice will match Riley's. Lower than normal, slightly more husky.

"Again." Riley will demand it, and Nick will obey. Nick will repeat Riley's name as much as he can that night. When Riley's lips crash onto his. When Riley strips them both of their clothes. When Riley whimpers above him. When they both see stars. Nick will say Riley's name until it's the only word he knows. Nick will say Riley's name like Riley is a God he is worshipping.

[goatedgreen]

i hate that when you try and look up shit for writing purposes it starts linking suicide hotlines and addiction advice articles like bro i just wanna know the information im not killing myself i promise. now tell me what i wanna know

[ur-favorite-fishgirl]

if you vote me for president i vow to make everything the ocean again. no more land only ocean. this will solve all of our problems and replace them with new, far more interesting problems

[cuunos]

being a kid and hearing adults say stuff like "woah 2011 was 4 years ago haha" didn't really convey the fucking horror of a youtube video crossing my recommended labelled "9 years ago" and it's from 2017. that's not true. 9 years ago is 2010 or something. don't lie.

[manuciruja]

awww the like button turns into a rainbow when you press it! that's so cute...hey staff what's with all the trans women you keep nuking?

[manuciruja]

i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users

[ceruleanheaven]

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

[cursedscribbles]

I'm going to be doing some writing sprints so if anyone wants to join add me on discord cigarrax :)

[cursedscribbles]

LISTEN

I'm not in the industry of writing smut BUT

When Riley is finally ready to have sex with Nick after he recovers. It will have been raining all afternoon and there is a fire burning in the background. Nick is reading something, some kind of legal documents. He'll turn to look at Riley, only to find Riley has been staring at him the entire time.

"Say my name."

Nick will blink. Riley's tone will be slightly lower, a little gruff. He'll repeat himself, keeping eye contact with Nick.

"Riley."

Nick's voice will match Riley's. Lower than normal, slightly more husky.

"Again." Riley will demand it, and Nick will obey. Nick will repeat Riley's name as much as he can that night. When Riley's lips crash onto his. When Riley strips them both of their clothes. When Riley whimpers above him. When they both see stars. Nick will say Riley's name until it's the only word he knows. Nick will say Riley's name like Riley is a God he is worshipping.

[mentalityofacoolduck]

Prompt #9

''Let- fucking- go of me!" The Hero screamed. Their chest burned, limbs aching from exhaustion as they fought against the guards that held them down. Superhero's guards- their boss, and someone Hero had went so far as to consider a friend.

They felt like an idiot for trusting anyone in this damned city.

"Sorry Hero, no can do," Superhero said, voice flat. "You should be proud, you know? Giving yourself up to Villain so gallantly, in return for them discontinuing their operations in the city- I mean, you've singlehandedly saved all of our people, a feat not even I could accomplish."

"Does Sidekick know about this?! What about Other Hero?!"

"They don't need to know. They can't help you," they paused. "Villain never mentioned anything about hurting you, Hero. If that's what you're worried about. They just want you. I guess you are somewhat of a charmer." They smirked, a tilted sneer that made Hero's blood boil. "There's nothing for you here in this city, you said so yourself."

"To hell with that!" They bellowed, pulse drumming in their ears. "I'm your friend! I'm a person- you can't trade people like they're commodities!"

"You are my friend, Hero. That's why I'm giving you a peaceful life in domestic bliss."

"Superhero...please," They searched Superhero's eyes, vision brimming with tears, for a hint of consideration, mercy, anything for the human being in front of them, but all they were met with, was ice-cold indifference.

"Take them away," they ordered. "Live lavishly, Hero. We never needed you here anyways." The fight drained out of their body. They hung their head, resigned to their fate. Hero had been foolish to trust anyone in this damned city. So, so foolish.

[solarsthoughts]

listen i may take 4 weeks to write a 3k word chapter, and i may take 45 minutes to decide whether i should use “laugh” or “chuckle”, but at least i don’t use ai and whatever you’re getting is pure chaos from a human brain

[t00thpasteface]

random anecdote for father's day: one time during a long car ride my dad asked me, "you're familiar with Murphy's Law, right?" and i was like "isn't that the one about how anything that can go wrong will go wrong?" and he said "yeah, exactly" and i said "why do you ask?" and he went "well, have you heard of Cole's Law?" and i said "no, actually, what's that?" and he said "it's mostly lettuce and carrots with a little dressing mixed in"

[cursedscribbles]

Hero, all bruised and cut up from their recent fight on the floor. Clutching the bleeding wound at their side, scrambling away from Villain.

Villain advancing slowly, a cat stalking it's prey. A smirk growing on their face as they watch the terror grow on Hero's face.

Hero, hitting a wall behind them. Cornered by the Villain, their teammates busy with another fight elsewhere.

[cursedscribbles]

The scene in Princess Mononoke where she chews the root thing for him and puts it in his mouth 😭

[dogpuppy]

[rooksshinies]

The pure, primal fear Whumpee feels after so long in captivity/being tortured. They’re being rescued, Caretaker and their team approaching.

No, no, fuck. No—

Whumpee scrambles back, eyes wide and breaths shallow. “Don’t— don’t..” They stammer, every muscle tensed with adrenaline and fear. Too close— too close now! They scramble to the side, dodging past Caretaker and team and making a beeline for the door. They can’t think, can’t breathe can’t anything when all they see is that door. Away from these people. Then suddenly they’re on the floor and there are hands hands hands pulling at them and touching their face and patting their leg but they can’t think of that. Just out. They need to get out— up, away from them. They struggle and try and get up, hardly comprehending where they are, just that they have to get away.

Eventually, Whumpee is held down until whatever primal instinct that overtook them has gone, or at least softened. They are completely exhausted, eyes dazed, shaking like a leaf. Quiet. Like a subdued wild animal.

[for-the-ouchies]

A defeated enemy bound and forced to kneel in the centre of the camp/base, left like that until someone decides what to do with them, all too aware of the many hostile eyes on them.