#so progress is being made

[dubiouslypeachy]

In the lead up to the new tomodachi release I find myself thinking more and more about how many cookies to put on my island and less and less thinking about my actual responsibilities and obligations

[dcviated]

With the draft count this high (as if 17 is some huge number) (it kinda is for me), my plan is to plug a bunch of replies into the queue, but keep it paused until I've got enough in there to give me a buffer. Got some people bouncing drafts the same day they post.

[rriavian]

WIP Snippet - Unofficial Business Part 2

It's been a while since I've posted any snippets on tumblr so thought I'd post this. Been ill for the past few weeks and wanted to at least do something useful today. So I'm looking at my WIPs and decided to write a bit of chapter 2 of that Corintheus sickfic I posted a while ago (link here).

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Dream is insistent.

The Corinthian stays firm. “Just conjure it yourself.”

“No. You will make it for me.”

Now that is far different than simply calling it into being, plucking it from a human dream to settle here. Why would Dream want that? What could be gained from having it made for him? The Corinthian doesn’t know, finds his thoughts conflict—subservience, obedience and ownership, but also care, comfort, being given it—debates the risk of picking between the two potential motives. He doesn’t want to think about whether there’s anything in them that he’s willing to accept. It can be avoided entirely if he plays this right.

Perhaps he can make Dream choose instead.

“I’ll have to leave to do that.” The Corinthian muses, casual, unbothered; lazily continuing his rhythmic stroking of Dream’s hair, completing the twist into a sweet little tug, a calculated movement he ensures doesn’t seem that way. He waits, lets his words catch on Dream’s skin, allows them to sink beneath it before he continues.

“You don’t want me to leave do you?”

“I want soup.” Dream replies. 

It’s mumbled sourly against the Corinthian’s chest.

He’s not uncertain but some of that demand is swayed, still so very obstinate but this particular method of persuasion is actually working its magic. The reminder that he’d asked for this, the emphasis on touch drawing his attention to it, taking advantage of all that greed the Corinthian knows Dream keeps so well hidden. It can remain so because it’s never challenged, never denied, an appetite that only unwinds itself free to hiss and spit when it finds resistance. The Corinthian may not be able to dent Dream’s authority, may not be a match for him in a fair fight, but perhaps the King can be convinced to win a battle against himself.

It seems giving Dream what he wants can open all sorts of doors.

“Hmm. You want soup?” The Corinthian thinks of further distraction, a way to soften this stubborn little thing even further, to render him putty in his hands. To make him moldable. He tilts Dream’s head up, raises his other hand to thumb at his lips, gets them to part so he can feel the breeze of his King’s breath against his skin. “Are you sure?”

The instant order for obedience, the demand for deferential compliance, doesn’t come.

There’s no rebuke for this push back, for daring delay, for daring to not only question him but make him ask again. Instead Dream’s eyes lift to meet his, lashes arching upwards; held fast, pink lips forced to mold around his finger, the crystal of his fevered blush adding a wide eyed innocence the Corinthian wants to lick from head to toe. 

“Still thinking?” He says, sweet in his King’s favoured flavour, sweet because it’s not really sweet at all. “C’mon, you know you don’t really want me to leave…”

[pynkhues]

Hi Sophie,

Are you still planning on posting “Clean Like Him” this weekend? I just binge read all of your stories on A03 and I’m obsessed with your writing! It’s so good. I’m new to the fandom so your stories have been a nice introduction for me.

Hi! Welcome to the fandom, anon, and thank you for your kind words! You sent me this last week, and I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to reply – obviously I did not end up posting last weekend, haha. Clean Like Him is pretty close though (and extremely long), and it’ll definitely be the next thing I post. 

I’m setting tomorrow aside to work on it, so I should have a good indication of how much work I have left on it by tomorrow night! I’ll let you know ;-)

[fragile-void]

i have a school entrance exam coming up (im trying to get into school to become a librarian) and the exam has a math section and im just feeling so miserable trying to remember how to do math. it's been like 8 years since i've studied anything math-related and i havent really had to use any math since. i know it's not rocket science, they only require the most basic math skills, but i still get the same feeling i got in math class where i don't understand anything and just wanna cry

[onlythegeste]

I have half an idea for a scene but literally no idea where to put it.

I'm also currently on a section that fits between canon episodes, so I have absolutely no guidance for what the fuck I'm doing with plot, and alas Dundy has not elected to waltz in and steal a scene again (I enjoy writing Dundy but most of the scenes that use him as a focalising character were not originally intended to do so, and he never quite does what I expect him to).

Still, I have now bashed out the 120-odd words I was short of my next whole thousand, and I'll maybe come back to it and add a bit more later tonight.

[jazzfordshire]

Heys

So I know that you're really busy and all

But any chance we can get a sneak peek for the vampire au?

Please

Just like enough to tide us over till when you update?

No pressure take your time and take care of yourself