Love is a sacrament...

writing sideblog | ao3: lesya 

[segamascott]

[teaboot]

please god dont let this be the new bullshit

[mirthur]

Tags from @teaboot i thought were important

[almostdefinitelydying]

[kimbureh]

can't wait for the first netflix documentary about ai cults

[the-haiku-bot]

can’t wait for the first

netflix documentary

about ai cults

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[summerofsteroid]

"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good"

― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

[goneatlas]

fuck i just remembered the letter from charles to adam in east of eden. the splatter of ink in the middle of the letter, and then the switch to pencil. the letter becoming progressively darker and more fucked up as it goes on. charles writing that he couldn't get the house clean, he just spreads the dirt around more evenly. the creaking of their mother's rocking chair. the sense of unfinished business wrt how he almost killed adam, contrasting with his clear loneliness and affection for adam in that he wants adam to stay with him. the way he took so long writing the letter he started at night but it was dawn when he finished. NOT SIGNING HIS NAME BECAUSE HE DIDN'T MEAN TO SEND THE LETTER BUT HE SENT IT ANYWAY AND ADAM IS SO UNNERVED BY THE LETTER BUT HE KEEPS IT AND REREADS IT FROM TIME TO TIME LIKE WHAT THE FUCK

[lilbeanz]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

All aboard!!! 🚂✨️⏳️💛✨️

[pillowspace]

It feels like this every time I write a fic

[moveslikekeithrichards]

i should be given treats for not screaming loud as fuck when people make Bad Sounds

[moveslikekeithrichards]

people will make Bad Sounds around me and i could make a Worse Sound in return but i restrain myself for them. They Dont Know How Good They Have It

[eremitical]

you can’t have sex with someone who finds you attractive because they only want to sleep with you because of how attracted they are to you which is coercion

[crawly]

ICE raids happening in Chicago on Tuesday January 21st. Get organized and get prepared.

[nevermindirah]

what to do if you are arrested or detained by law enforcement, a resource from the National Immigration Law Center, available in English, Spanish, Arabic, Chinese, Haitian Creole, Korean, Tagalog, and Vietnamese

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report an ICE raid or arrest in Chicagoland to the Resurrection Project, a Chicago nonprofit that works on immigration justice as well as housing affordability and other community needs

for those of us watching in horror from the sidelines, one of the best things we can do right now is donate to immigrant justice legal services, like the National Immigrant Justice Center or a local group in your community

in the longer term, we can all help by speaking out in support of immigrants and against these xenophobic deportation campaigns — in public discourse and in caring but firm one-on-one conversations with loved ones who've been swayed by hateful anti-immigrant rhretoric

[afloweroutofstone]

Mark Zuckerberg making all of these loud and sudden signals of friendliness to conservatives on culture war issues just in time for Trump to take office and decide whether or not to kill the FTC's anti-trust case against Facebook is a good reminder that elites will always care about economic issues 1,000 times more than they care about cultural issues. They will accept any cultural politics so long as it doesn't touch their money

[treecitysessions]

[fellshish]

@ fic authors what do you personally consider a successful fic? What’s the bar?

[sherl-grey]

actually writing the fic down

[creativepromptsforwriting]

I wish all my writers a happy new year. May all your stories finally be written, sentences be completed, emotions be evoked with beautifully crafted words, readers be moved to tears, the urge to create be satisfied.

[lesya-writes]

hualian ficlet excerpt 1

“Oh. Gege is quite bold tonight.” San Lang’s eyes filled with mirth, mouth smirking. His hands caressed his thighs lightly, teasing.

Xie Lian realized he was being quite shameless now, beyond shameless. However, these wretched thoughts of his have been plaguing him for days now and although he spent practically a millennia exercising restraint for the sake of cultivation, his inhibitions were not so solid these days. He can’t say he dislikes it, but there are moments like these when he marvels at his own ability to still act so spoiled. But then again, San Lang does so love to dote on him.

In fact, he’s been pleasuring Xie Lian to both of their hearts’ content. Surprisingly (or unsurprisingly), a lifetime of lack had a way of building up desire. Like a man starved, Xie Lian finally had a feast set before him; could one be blamed for the partaking?

Xie Lian, for all the time it took to work up to this point, was always left satisfied and always worked to ensure his one and only was properly taken care of. He liked the things they did together, even if it still made him blush to even think of it.

However, their time together often ended up in one specific way: with San Lang inside him, rocking their bodies together until they both finished. He may still blush and stammer, but he could say out loud that he liked San Lang taking him. In quiet moments, he found his mind drifting towards memories of their various couplings. Even in sleep he could not escape them, often waking with an uncomfortable reminder between his legs that was quickly taken care of by his San Lang.

It wasn’t a passionate night that triggered this boldness, which he might have found embarrassing if he’d been the only one so affected.

A few days ago, with some free time on their hands, they both decided to spend it by sparring. These days, neither had many battles to face, especially not against worthy opponents, so they used each other to keep their skills intact. It was during this spar that Xie Lian had teased San Lang, which had managed to catch the other man off guard just enough to give Xie Lian the upper hand. When he took advantage, it ended the spar with the great Hua Chengzhu lying on his back with Xie Lian poised above him with sword pointed down at his throat.

 Seeing San Lang like that, lying so helplessly on the ground and panting with unneeded breath, looking towards Xie Lian with that tender look in his eye, stirred something within him.

“I give, I give. I am at gege’s tender mercies,” San Lang had said, voice languid. He’d looked so satisfied then, as though he was exactly where he wanted to be. San Lang was clearly many things, but a sore loser wasn’t one of them.

But Xie Lian hadn’t been thinking about any of that at all, then. He’d put away the sword and helped San Lang up. He’d put on one of his smiles and told him how good the spar was. Later, when they both prepared for the night, San Lang had questioned him (of course he’d noticed how strangely Xie Lian had acted), but Xie Lian could only bite his lip and say he wasn’t ready to speak about it. San Lang, as always, let it go, waiting for Xie Lian as he always did. As he always would.

“So, are you ready to speak about whatever was bothering you?” he asked now. His fingers stopped their sensual motions, expression growing more serious. How can he always tell what’s on my mind? Is he just that good or am I that predictable?

“Yes,” Xie Lian tells him. “Though I wouldn’t categorize it as a bother. It was just something new, something I hadn’t considered before.”

“And you’ve been considering it?”

Oh has he ever. These past few days have been filled with nothing but his considerations. After their sparring, his dreams were pleasant but murky. It was an abstract form of pleasure with nothing concrete. It wasn’t until he took his bath the next day that he really began thinking back on it concretely, going over everything to see what the catalyst for his unusual reaction had been.

It wasn’t long until he was picturing San Lang, lying sprawled on a bed instead of the floor, face twisted in pleasure. He went even further, imagining him restrained, unable to escape as Ruoye tied his wrists together. He lay there, as Xie Lian touched and pleasured him whichever way pleased him, reveling in San Lang’s moans and hitched breaths. As the blood rushed down, his eyes had snapped open with the realization that he found the idea of San Lang at his mercy to be immensely pleasing. He’d immediately been filled with guilt and disgust. How could he feel good about wanting to have another person be helpless before him? What does that make him? He would be no different than-

That had immediately put a stop to all his fantasizing. Instead, he went to the library. If he could not understand his condition and he couldn’t talk to anyone else about it, then perhaps a book would contain the solution. San Lang was a well-read man and kept all kinds of knowledge he’d collected over his long existence. That meant he had some knowledge that some might call unorthodox. Others might refer to it as perverse. There were the usual spring books, filled with drawings of men in various stages of undress and pleasure. There were things there that were quite familiar to Xie Lian by now, so he looked upon them with a straight face, flipping between pages to see if he could find anything that would help him. When nothing came up, he decided to diversify his search and finally managed to come across a strange text that proclaimed to be about unusual sexual habits amongst the nobility. It had immediately embarrassed Xie Lian and he wondered what San Lang thought of him after having read it, but he quickly reassured himself that his San Lang was not the sort to make such hasty judgements.

As he’d flipped through the text, he found many interesting (if mortifying) insights into the psyches of the prominent members of society. They spoke of excess and an unsatiable lust for more, leading to the development of bizarre tastes. They also spoke of another thing which caught his eye; the powerful already had power, so they no longer found it titillating. This is why it wasn’t uncommon for powerful men to seek out courtesans who would demean and degrade them, who would be told to do whatever they pleased to their wealthy benefactors. The thought of losing their power and control was an exhilarating experience, leading to a satisfying performance.

While Xie Lian found this theory interesting, he couldn’t relate much to this particular experience. It’s true he was once a powerful prince and a god, but he had never indulged in such acts as they went against his cultivational path. Besides, whatever power he had attained had lived a very short life. Xie Lian had ended up losing everything, in the end, and spent most of his existence as a poor wandering cultivator. He’d been unlucky enough to be driven out of many towns and ended up begging if his scrap collecting wasn’t successful. All this to say, he’d often ended up at the mercy of the world and its whims. He tried to find his balance, but it did not last.

Now he knew it wasn’t the universe being particularly cruel, but the work of one particular being, hellbent on ruining his life and twisting his fate.

Xie Lian never wanted to be under the control of another, at least not in that manner.

Instead, he sought ways to empower himself, though he never wished to do it at the expense of another. So, to have these fantasies really bothered him. He did not wish to degrade his San Lang or cause him pain. But he did dream of him writhing beneath Xie Lian, unable to escape his ministrations. Not wanting to escape, either. Xie Lian found that the thought of doing something San Lang may dislike did not spark pleasure down his spine. The thought of forcing San Lang into anything only made him curl in disgust and displeasure. He would never want to hurt him in such a heinous manner.

One thing he understood is that although San Lang was seemingly restrained in his fantasies, he was always there under his own volition. He wanted it as much as Xie Lian did. But that was only a projection of his own mind, a soothing of his own conscience. The reality might be much different; San Lang may never want to do such a thing with him. Ah, but I’m putting words in his mouth. Who knows how he’ll feel about this.

But to find out, one must first ask. And isn’t that a mortifying ordeal. Xie Lian has gone through numerous trials and tribulations, suffering untold horrors and living to see another day.

He’s never had to speak about his specific fantasies with his lover before to inquire if he would enjoy them as much as Xie Lian does. He felt himself flush and covered his face though he was entirely alone right now. He can barely think about it, how was he supposed to speak it aloud?

[lovely-abeille-deactivated20241]

deaf republic, ilya kaminsky // sun bleached flies, ethel cain // mercy, yves olade // hannibal // foghorn, victoria chang // ? // it chooses you, miranda july

[creativepromptsforwriting]

You don't need anyone's approval for the stories you write and the art you create. But it's also absolutely valid to want some approval from your audience. Kudos and likes don't determine your creation's worth. But it just feels amazing to receive them.

[ellipsus-writes]

We know many of you have seen NaNoWriMo's recent statements on generative AI...

Well, we have too—and that's why we've made the decision to retract our sponsorship of NaNo.

Your support and belief in human creativity, transparency and collaboration mean everything to us, and we're committed to staying true to that. Thank you all! 💙

You can read our full statement here.

The Ellipsus team xo

[novella-november]

Hate AI, but love writing contests?

Want to take part in a global, fun project to write a Novella in one month?

Grab some friends, and take part in Novella November, by writing 1,000 words a day for the month of November, ending with a 30,000 word Novella to test and stretch your novel-writing skills!

Your goal is not perfection, but merely getting into the habit of writing a litte bit every single day :D

No website, no sign-ups -- Just a community initiative to write using only your own word!

What are the rules? Just Three so far!

#1 - No AI

#2 - No Plagiarizing

#3 - Wordcount for the month should only come from what you write during the month.

What does that mean?

Only words written during November should go towards your Wordcount for the month... but! Feel free to use your 30k words as a continuation of previous writing, or just make it the first 30k words in a longer novel!

Don't think you can write a whole entire 30k word story? Write a series of short stories that total up to 30k!

Not ready to write original works yet? Write a 30k word fanfiction that you can post after the end of the month!

Share your writing experience, tips, encouragement, and questions in the #Novella November tag!

EDIT 1, from the tags: Want a progress tracker? Track your progress with TrackBear!

https://trackbear.app/

Or, create some custom progress cards in advance you can fill out as you reach word goals!