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Back when I first discovered The Thick of It I started writing a story based on it (basically a fanfic but I didn't write fics then so I changed the names and reworked it into a separate story.)
My husband has now convinced me to return it to a ttoi fic and post it, but it's about 18 chapters.
Should I post each chapter as I finish rewriting them, or wait until I've rewritten the whole lot?
Come get your Malcolm Tucker/call girl fantasy!
New chapters being uploaded as we speak!
Guys, I just counted, and if I write a chapter for every episode in the show, from what I've done so far, it's gonna take 9 fucking chapters to get to Legion.
NINE!
How am I meant to keep up the angst until then? Or write a satisfying payoff if I do manage it? It'd have to be some Earth shattering, universe bending, mind blowing payoff scene, and frankly I doubt my own skill.
Comments and kudos make me want to cry and cling to your leg as I thank you over and over again. Plus I am an unapologetic attention seeker. Go nuts guys!
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.
That opening, I still love it.
Show the love my darlings.
Amelia the dark one
A story with really short chapters
1
That was the wrong straw.
Incidentally, that particular one may also have been the last straw.
Lister sighed and leaned further over the trolley.
Rimmer was now, once again, blustering about that single straw being the wrong size and shape and colour. He surely was losing his marbles. Lister rolled his eyes. Now he was shouting about threatening reporting him again.
Lister thought that was unfair.
"I bet you're not even listening, are you?"
He thought that was unfair too. He hadn't been listening. He had been humming and reminiscing about the good old days back in Liverpool.
He missed the pub.
Lister sighed again, even louder, and pulled his hat over his face, rubbing his eyes.
"Why does it even matter?" He groaned.
"It's not like we have to perform a life- saving manoeuvre with a straw!"
"Unfortunately for you, Lister, I take great pride and responsibility in doing the job properly!"
"Yeah and unfortunately for me, you're a total smeg head!"
"That's it, millado, you're on report!"
Lister made a face and leaned back, holding onto the bar at the back of the trolley. He put his feet onto the wheels and felt it rock slightly under his weight. He smiled quietly to himself as Rimmer waffled about job numbers and cleaning blocked nozzles. He'd get him soon.
15 minutes later, they bumped into Todhunter.
Literally.
Much to Rimmer's dismay, Lister had begun using the trolley as a go-kart, and had, completely by accident, raced around a blind corner, totally out of control, and smashed, dirty nozzle end first, into Todhunter.
Who wasn't angry.
Who wasn't instantly filing reports for Lister, like Rimmer expected.
Who was actually laughing with Lister on the floor, head in an odd position between the third technician's legs, chicken soup stains on his shirt and combat boots.
What a world.
Talking about Ace.
Lister: Are you sure he said 12 hours? Maybe he meant 12 minutes?
Sephy, from the next room: He meant hours.
Dimension Jump guys, come and get it!
The problem with making the headcanon that Rimmer smells of sandalwood is that I can now no longer smell sandalwood without going feral.
I must now come with a warning that if you smell of sandalwood there is a high chance I will attempt to, at the very least, crawl into your lap.
I'm half tempted to book myself into a local hotel and spend the whole weekend writing by myself.
And from I, to You
[Summary: It’s the day after the ball—the one where the Prince Charming picks his cinder-bride by her shoe size. Absolute insanity, yes, and Anastasia Tremaine knows of it. But she also knows a lot more other things, such as her gone-mad mother and the thoughts of oh-so-silent Drizella, her older sister. Holding the only slipper in existence, Anastasia also knows who the shoe fits exactly, but since when was she a good girl?]
It would not fit.
The glass slipper just wasn’t right.
It didn’t seem like it’d be a matter—at the time.
Now, Ana had chosen to help Mother slice Drizella’s heels off to fit.
“It’s only a little, Anastasia. Help your sister. Now.”
She was always helping. Surprised no one when she gave a curt nod, soon retreating to her room. The silent walls welcomed no one when she entered. Hadn’t this been Cinderella’s room before Mother took over? Even now, the room rejected her, as the slipper did.
The glass slipper was fortunately larger than her foot, so she hadn’t had to slice her heel to fit.
Perhaps Drizella’s heel would be the finishing touch, and she would go live with the prince after all; abandoning her mother and her duties, helping no one no more. Well perhaps she could help the prince, after all, she had a many ideas of how to be the perfect princess. Balls, curtsies, you could name whatever it was, and Ana would be there. She was the helper—the only helper around these parts. Even then, as it was, rejected her too.
The happy memories with little Drizella and sane mother seemed to coerce her back into the depths of her both internal and external cocoon. She let out a short, deprecative chuckle. Ana was out of it, that or more. Thinking about it, she reached a conclusion. If Drizella had just let her be oh-so-nice to Cinderella at least once more, she thought, maybe she would spare a thought of whisking them away from Mother once and for all.
Alas, Drizella would never allow that, with her enormous pride, and so-so, ruling out fleeing to another continent. Plus—if it was possible to reach heights of peak intoxication before dropping dead, it would not hinder Mother before she walked up and bashed both Ana’s and Drizella’s skulls with her leather slipper. The poets speak about it, but experience is never the best teacher.
And if you’d ask her how she knew the slipper would fit on Cinderella’s dainty feet, she would’ve mumbled an incorrigible set of words and slumped on her prep-table, as she did now. Occurrences fit of insanity always seemed to happen to Cinderella. Drizella had joked of it being some kind of curse following the time Cinderella’s cursed birds had bit her nose, but Ana knew it was more.
Ana considered shattering the glass slipper—watching the pieces break into completely immeasurable shards of her glass and glass, thorough. She hoped it might help her, but it wouldn’t, really. She stared at the slipper in her grip, the familiar sound of glass cracking.
Mother often got violent with Cinderella, and sometimes, Ana would pause outside Cinderella’s door, hoping she was alright and well. It was just her inner desire—to make sure that even with the chaos and their desire not to let any of it change, they would at the least be alive to relish it.
She remembered the time Cinderella caught her, her face bruised and tired. In Ana’s hands were several bandages, and she placed them down. They stared at each other for a long time before resuming to their duties, fractures of both their words hesitant to make the step. Cinderella had signalled to speak first.
Ana remembered a short conversation they had, where Cinderella relayed her fears and wants. It seemed like they weren’t from separate worlds, just two girls, having a chat despite their differences.
Cinderella had talked and talked, oh-so-long, desperate for Ana to listen. It seemed like she was concerned with her own significance in the eye of it all. Mother’s violent tendencies would definitely impact any sane person’s health, but it had completely pushed Cinderella to a conclusion where she felt like she didn’t understand why she was there, then and why. Her father was dead, her mother was dead, and her stepsisters treated her as close to horse-dung as possible. And horse-dung just... stank.
But one of her stepsisters was there, listening intently, so she had toned the abrasiveness of her words. Still, it stung. Under normal circumstances, Ana wouldn’t have condoned her actions toward Cinderella, but she had no excuse. She could speak days of what Cinderella really meant under her subtle glances and rushed words, but Cinderella had tried to be acceptable towards her. Cinderella had isolated her identity from the world under the pain, and she really did not seem to attempt speak of herself as in the ways of any normal person.
To her, she was lowly and confused, and it was integrated oh-so-deep. She had lost everything. She blamed herself for everything. For... every single of the things. Ana could see how withdrawn she was from both the world, and her true self, and it disgusted her so much she felt direly uncomfortable in her own skin. Why had she let this happen? She ached and ached to reach out to Cinderella and help her realise that she just understood, to tell her how much she cared for her wellbeing and safety, and how much she resented and realised how much her actions hurt Cinderella. But ultimately, she could not. She didn’t know why, but she knew how much it felt—and she hated it.
Anastasia hated every fibre in her being. It was not pleasant. She had the flesh, but her body would not call it hers. She despised herself, and even Mother and Drizella were not to be free from her seemingly endless refusal-to-blame.
Years of Mother’s and Drizella’s repression could not be erased by one simple girl. Ana knew that, oh-so. She tried. Cinderella got more dependent on Ana as the times went and passed, aching for the instability that Ana seemed to emanate. Ana’s complex feelings and the overwhelming betrayal she could’ve caused her sense of morality to fluctuate wildly, and along with her muddled blame, continuing to bring out the absolute worst in her.Cinderella should not have wanted that discord so strongly that she did. It was the only thing she had, but it wasn’t... right. It wasn’t just, and to that, it wasn’t right. Cinderella deserved better. She did.
Weeks of mood swings and migraines had, of course, alerted Mother and Drizella, and one evening, while strolling through the garden, Mother had noticed the two girls chatting. It had been the last straw. For some reason unknown to man, she exploded. There was to be a ball to display eligible girls for the prince, and even though Ana found it quite distasteful, she agreed to go. If she was some kind of runner-up, at least it would be bountiful news. It upset Cinderella when Mother ordered her not to go, among other things, and Ana was pleasantly surprised to see that she wasn’t the slightest bit bothered by it after.
Nevertheless, it wasn’t a competition.
Ana sighed, stepping out from her room. It seemed like everything wasn’t going right. The prince had been with a seemingly ghost throughout the ball, never pausing to entertain another noble lady. Her thin, small frame glided through the corridors, stopping at the stairs. Mother had already shattered the other shoe. Who was to say they had another replica at their disposal? She closed her eyes and pursed her lips.
Cinderella’s calloused fingers shook her out of her thoughts, her hand resting on Ana’s bare shoulders. She didn’t say a word. Cinderella didn’t have to. Ana... knew. Her eyes had inevitably found hers at the ball. Poets would argue it was because of their common insanities. Ana didn’t know of any poets. Still, Ana forced herself to turn away from the inevitable. Now, it faced her on all sides.
Ana handed her the slipper, but Cinderella’s hands didn’t leave her shoulder. Her mind drifted. Sometimes, she didn’t think. Her mind was blank, and her eyes only focused on the girl before her.
“And from I, to you,” Ana smiled, her words hazy. “Be alright, cinder-girl.”
“Am I fine in thinking you would not want to come with me?” Cinderella inquired. There was no malice, no silently laced words. There was only Cinderella.
And she knew that by leaving everything Ana ever wanted—someone to truly love her as her, and not by obligation—there was no second “Oh, have you been faring well?” This was the end.
“Yes. I’ve realised some things,” she sighed, a sad smile on her face. “Half of those, I have no idea what are. But I understand the thoughts behind those things. Mother—Drizella—I can’t leave them.”
“I know. Will you stay?” The word hanged in the air, but Cinderella refused to say them. Ana smiled, the edges of her eyes crinkling.
“Forever...? I need to, Cinder. I’m not so sure it’s a question. They’ll run themselves mad. Mother probably would, at least.”
They shared a chuckle. Setting the slipper down, Cinderella hugged Ana, squeezing her tight. She attempted one, but the air felt too heavy for any goodbyes. Instead, she waved awkwardly and set downstairs for her prince.
She deserved him, after all. Ana wasn’t so sure if he did, though. She laughed at the thought. Clutching the banister, Cinderella turned one last time.
“Thank you.”
Turning to their duties, they both returned to their worlds. As different or similar they might’ve been, none mattered now. It was the end, and that was true and true.
• i wanted to integrate some character personality stuff i learned of recently,, but... i was too lazy to do anything since i wanted to focus on the characters, and not the setting, so i... did something.
• it is rushed, yes, and in the—as some published writers like to call it 😔—the horrible rough draft phase. there is no plot, as many as my works are going to be. i do not confine myself to pains of plot elements till the third date draft :D
• i really really love character psych!! that’s it!! (disclaimer: if the writing does not meet up to your standards i’m an amateur writer, so you can go ahead and tell me “oh iu, this stuff is really good omfg!! you should publish it!!!”) ;D
• not all of this is actually right. since i barely focused on some other aspects i choose to focus on one part of my characters, and not everything, so there will obviously be some lack. i also loooove minimalistic writing and will shorten sentences like crazy and have many people weirded out because of it but i just like to play around (there’s not a lot of it since my auto correct kept being trash) also it’s not spell checked
• don’t own any of these characters, they belong to disney. i just wrote the wrote! ty for reading
Remedium, an 8th Year Dramione Ilvermorny AU
Chapter 14, curiosus, is up!
Heat (Chris Evans)
Chris Evans x Fem!Reader
Warning: This is PWP, pure smut bc I was bored :)
Words: 561
All mistakes are mine
It was hot, you sure, you were in a desert, trying to move away from the heat you turned around but the heat followed you.
''Don't move away from me”
You recognize the voice, obviously, but you were too asleep to understand what's happening, you only wanted to get away from the heat.
''Baby, stop moving''
You groaned this time, frustrated from the heat and the voice that doesn't shut up. ''Chris you are hot and suffocating me, move away''. You tried to move away from him this time achieving . Sighing happy you tried to fall asleep again. But obviously Chris had other ideas.
Putting his body into yours ,you moaned at the feel of his boner, rutting his cock on your ass, he began to leave kisses all over your neck, when you didn't pull away from him, he let his hands slide south on your body, feeling every curve that thanks to the heat it was easy because you were only wearing your panties.
Completely awake -and horny- you turned around facing him, he smiled and kissed you grabbing your ass and rotating his hips against yours making you moan and move your hips too, building the heat.
His hand was now in your panties tracing the line of your pussy, you began to get wet at the contact, he noticed and groaned now moving his hand more.Feeling how wet you were already ,Chris began to get rid of your panties, destroying it
''Chris, they were new!''
He groaned. ''They were on the way'' Chris slipped his fingers in your pussy looking for your entrence to began to pentetrate you. ''You are so wet baby, my finger slip in without a problem fuck, my cock is gonna to do the same.''
He continued moving his hand,making you wetter. ''Please baby, I want you'' He smiled.''Chris please''.
''I got you baby, you are having me baby''
''You are a fucking tease'’
He smiled as he took away his hands making you moan at the loss. ''Please''
''Mmm I love when you beg for me'' Leaving you for a moment he lost his boxer, now naked in front of you, you bit your lip looking at him, damn he was fine as fuck.
Opening your arms to him, he lowered kissing you again as he positioned himself beside you putting your leg up penetrating you from behind. He moaned in your ear. ''You are so fucking tight and so fucking wet, I love it''
He began to move his hips, thrusting into you as he put his arm around your tights keeping you still as he moved more fast, you really wanted to know how the fuck he had all this energy in the morning, you will not complain tho.
Chris kept the pace, and in no time you were coming around him. ''Fucking Christ, like that baby''. He puts both hands on your tight -you sure that by now you had the marks of his hands-, he pressed his lips in the back of your neck as he kept moving inside you.
The second orgasms left you without air, Chris moaned and with one thrust more, he began to come. He pulled out and cuddled you.
''Fuck, this is going to be an amazing day''
What’s gotten into you? (Tom Hiddleston)
Tom Hiddleston x Fem!Reader
Warnings: this is PWP, just sex for being MIA. unprotected sex(be safe irl please)
Words: 777
ALL MISTAKES ARE MINE
Tom was sitting in the little sofa that you two had in the balcony, he was wearing his glasses -damn- with a cup of tea in one hand and a book in the other. He was so into it that he didn't notice that you arrived home till you were almost beside him.
''Hello there beautiful, how was your day?'' He put the cup of tea and the book in the table as he smiled at you, and you couldn't take it anymore.
You straddled his tights and kissed him, hard, all your frustration was in the kiss. Your hands entangled in his hair and you began to move your body against his, trying to have some friction. Tom's body soon reacted at that, and his cock began to grow under you.
''Fuck darling, what's gotten into you?''
You didn't answer, you just kept kissing him in the neck as your hands traveled south to unbutton his pants.
''Darling? Here? We are in the balcony ,love, that's almost a public place. The neighbors could see us.''
''I do not care, shirt off''.
Tom looked at you as he you lost your mind, since when you were like that? He is not going to complain tho, he loves the way you are moving above him, it's hot and it's turning him immensely on.
Acceding at you demand, he took his t-shirt off showing you his perfect chest. ''Damn I'm so lucky''. You hissed as you stroked his chest making him shiver.
''Love...''
Tom's voice sounded so needy and just made your pussy clench, wanting him inside you now. ''I want you so bad''.
Turning your hands down on his pants, you opened them quickly and without a second you let your hand go inside his boxer, grabbing his cock you began to work on it.
''Fuck, darling... If you keep like that I will come soon.'' He kissed your neck, he breathed slowly as he tried to no cum in his boxer. ''Please darling stop playing with me, let me have you, please...''
You nodded rapidly getting up, putting his pants and boxers down. Once he was completely naked you began to undress yourself not wanting to make Tom wait -and yourself to be honest-.
''You look so good love, getting yourself undressed under the moon light, that's an amazing view.''
You couldn't help but smile at his words, fuck he managed to be romantic while his cock bounces between his legs wanting fuck you, he was a gift.
When the last piece of cloth leave your body, Tom moaned at the sight, you were a goddess, you had the perfect body to him, his hands tickled in want to touch you.
''Come here, I wanna touch you.''
You straddled him again then you began to rub your pussy on his cook wetting him with your excitation. He groaned grabbing your ass, helping you move against him.
''You gonna kill me one day.'' Not wanting to wait anymore, he kept you still as he managed to push his cock into you. Slowly and smooth he entered and you both moan in pleasure.
You wanted more so you moved, riding him as he grabbed onto you as his life dependent on it.
''Darling, you are so wet, so tight, so perfect. I will come soon. Please slow down''. He whined as you continued with you riding.
You really wanted this to last but needy Tom was something that you just loved so much. ''I want you to come for me baby, please''
Tom shook his head whispering no's. ''Never, you come first, always. Then me. I want to please my girl.'' He wrapped his hands now on your hips to kept you still.
''I want to please you, always.''
And then he began to thrust into you, hips moving up and down, his cock reaching the right spot making you cry in pleasure, you were now almost there.
Wrapping your arms around his neck you held into him as he kept moving. He was keeping you still so you the only thing you could do was enjoy his delicious thrusts.
''Tom, I'm gonna come oh my god, yessss...'' Your pussy clenched and unclenched hard on him, he groaned as you came in a long and delicious waves of pleasure. Soon with how tight your pussy was after coming his thrust got messing as he couldn't control his body anymore. He pushed inside you one last time, and then he comes in hots spurts of seed into you.
As you calmed, you played with Tom's hair, He looked at you with a smile on his face.
''So what's gotten into you?''
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Y'ALL BETTER COME GIVE THIS APPRECIATION, JACK'S WRITING IS AMAZING AND IS THE ONLY REASON I'M STILL ALIVE
commission from @asteraes-aster Ghost!! <3 (sorry my guy i forgot i was s’posed to actually Post these til now omg)
Title: Limerence Words: 5,136 in total Fandom: South Park Characters: Kenny McCormick, Kyle Broflovski Ship: K2
By God, please commission them (or ask me to commission him again. Because I will. I'm just looking for an excuse.)
Writing Commissions
Rewriting this a little to fix it. I have things I need to save up for, lots of free time and no job just yet, which leaves doing writing commissions properly!
You can find examples of my writing here on my ‘My Stories’ tag or my Finished Commissions tag!
I will write about;
OCs so long as I receive adequate information about the OCs in question
Any fandom so long as I can find adequate information on this as well
NSFW, though it’ll cost 10$ more
I will absolutely not write about anything that involves pedophilia, bestiality or incest. You can IM me about these commissions to talk further about this, and I accept payment via my Paypal.
It’ll be penny commissions, IE a penny a word like so;
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500 words - 5$
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and so on. In some cases I may not reach the full word length of the story, example it’s 99 words instead of 100, you’ll only owe 99 cents and sometimes, I may go over the word limit, but you won’t owe me anything more than the set price you’ve paid for the commission.
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Thanks for reading this!
It’s time to admit:
I have crazy appetites for non-human form! Steve mating Bucky
Any fics? Werewolf?Centaur ?Anything? Please?
Chapter nine is up which means Finding Family (Here, There, and Then) is finally complete! Thank you for joining me on this wild ride! Now on to the next one!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39891588
It’s finally here! Chapter one of Everyone Goes Feral in Hisui!
Summary:
You know the story already- a heroic tale of the girl who fell from the sky and the man with no memories. The story of how they bonded and grew- eventually returning home to where their family was waiting.
But this story… this story is different.
Because, you see:
Akari fell too early (she was taken in by zoroarks)
Ingo lost his memory (and became a wild mountain man)
Emmet tore through space and time (which is ill advised in general)
And Elesa just wants her brothers back (not even Arceus can stop her)
Wouldn’t that make anyone a little… feral?
Surprise! Early update! Chapter two is out before lunch today!
Chapter 2: Ideals and Truth
Emmet argues with a god. Elesa reaches an agreement with one.