#to write again

[geekandbooknerd]

I've been reading some of my old fics and while I know some of the fandoms I wrote for aren't as active anymore...

I'm so tempted.

I'm so, so tempted to go back to that life and just write again for all those characters I love.

So, either tempt me back with prompts or tell me it's a wasted endeavour and I'll go back to writing (another) original piece that has been stuck in my head!

[thexhostess]

On my way to completing and posting my first Astarion fic.

[yuutasprincess]

Sometimes I just wanna see reader be really cruel to Yuuta and just bullying him

<3

Cruel? oh, no. he thinks you’re anything but cruel.

Even when he can differentiate your footsteps from everyone else’s, can feel the indent of your heel on his nape just from the sound, he doesn’t think for a moment it’s cruel.

When his knees hurt from digging into the wood and his pride leaves his body to welcome the hot feeling of embarrassment there’s no thought of you being cruel.

There aren’t enough fingers on your hand to count how many times he’s come running back to you, cheeks red and face sweaty as he folds over to welcome the sole of your foot on his back.

“Gross” the weight eases off him and he counts the seconds in his mind, one, two- and then it’s back, indisputably heavier than before, “you probably like this, disgusting.”

“I don’t-” it’s meek, pitiful, it brings a scowl to your face, lips turned down and brows pinched together in dissatisfaction “did I say you could talk to me?”

And its silent. “Hey” yuutas eyes are squeezed shut like always, nose flared and forehead bruising as he digs his head further into the floor, “Hey. You speak when spoken to. Did I say you could talk to me?”

“No” it comes out as a whimper, neck flushed and ears warm as you take your foot off his back to rest it over his shoulder, “I’m sorry”

The way your fingers dig into the skin of his cheeks is painful, hand guiding his face up until his neck strains and you can see the thick swallow of salvia, “say it like you mean it”

His eyes water, lips puckering and drool spilling as he mumbles out apologetic gibberish, the burning shame is almost painful- classroom open for anyone to walk in and see him kneeled between your legs.

“Shut up” your index slips past his lips, presses down on his tongue until your knuckles bumps his teeth and gag him, “make yourself useful”

[graysonsdarlings]

man i really miss writing

[prcserpina]

we underestimate the fucking power of the arts, and like, communicating our feelings with one another. true feeling transcends the boundaries between different media forms and leads to the creation of beautiful, magical things

[calculating--stars]

self absorbed || e.l.

[gloriayang]

For the first time in a long while, there is a song being written in my heart, and all I did was praise.

[strainofthestress]

Every time I finish a ME playthrough... it just fucks me up