reblog if you’re a writer who’s very terrible at responding to comments from your readers, but has read them all and loves and appreciates each and every single one of them very dearly
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trying to prove something to my mother ^^
Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Thank you @empressofthewind for the tag!! Very fun and timely, since we get to see which one of these I'm strong enough to complete by next week lol I'm only including the names of wips I have something to say about, and excluding the ones that are just full-on descriptions of what's gonna happen lol
I'm too shy to tag anyone, let alone tag the same number of wips I have </3 please feel free to play along if you like <3
Your Time Starts Now
Would I Do It Again
Near the End
Ghoul Boys
Welcome to Your Life
Square One
Next in Line
a moment of your time
new game, same toys
conversations I never had
we've lost the plot
if you're gonna kill me at least take me to lunch first
to think that immortality meant never dying
sticks and stones
I'd like to report a murder(er)
fuck. circles on my desktop. maybe if i ignore them they'll go away
блять ну почему всё круглое....
i'm going back to my phone i don't want to see this update...
I love every fucking part of this.
Mature || 2.4k words Read on AO3 Written for @dnrarepairweek: Judgement Contains: 24/7 D/s dynamics, top!Takada/bottom!Light, negotiated kink, allusions to CNC, a very queer marriage In which Takada's loyal husband, Light, is disciplined for his transgressions.
She steps closer, into his circle of his reach and then closer still, until their chests nearly touch, then reaches out — he flinches, more out of instinct than fear — and strokes two fingers down the line of his buried cheekbone, across his jaw, turning her hand as she goes until, by the time her hand has reached his chin, she is cupping him in her palm. She grips him, a thumb against his lip, her fingers pressed against the soft dip where his mandibles meet, and tugs downwards, gentle. He follows the arc of the call, bending to meet her.