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Insatiable - MC

Honestly it was on you to think that they all would leave you alone. That you could enjoy your second chance in life without them by your side. You're not going anywhere.

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She met you first. 

She fell in love with you first.

It was a fact she liked to repeat often. Especially when they’d all fight over you, especially when they’d forget their place.

She was a child back then, having moved to a new place in a new town with Gran and Caleb. At that time lots of things didn’t make sense to her (they still don’t), why couldn’t she remember anything about her life before then, or why did the people in her house always look at her with something brewing in the back of their eyes. It was too much for a child so she locked it all away, too stubborn to admit it was always in the back of her head. Maybe that’s why she had liked you so much, because it all seemed to melt away when you were around and all she seemed to think about was you.

You had been her neighbour, younger than Caleb and older than her. Your parents had knocked on their door, a day after they moved in. You had been behind them, holding hands with your brother, later she’d learn you were the older twin by a few minutes. It was clear from the look on your face that you didn’t want to be there. Gran had answered the door, with her and Caleb not far behind, curious to know who their first visitors were. Her eyes had been drawn to you, your parents were bright and happy and your brother was too but you were quiet and your face blank. Pretty, had been her first thought. Your hair was short, reaching above your shoulders, your facial features though not symmetrical blended well together, you were wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts (it was a hot day afterall). Having been so lost in her thoughts of you, she nearly failed to realise when your parents introduced their kids to them. 

Your brother’s name she couldn’t be bothered to remember but your name gave her pause. She repeated it in her mind over and over again, she found she liked it but she liked saying it even more. When your gaze finally rested upon her, she had frozen. Your eyes were soft, It wasn’t like there was any malice in them or well…much of anything but they had pierced through her, like they saw everything, like they understood. Underneath the hot sun, they would glow, ready to ensnare any who dared to look into them, she thought you were a divine being the first time. Much later in life, you would ask her why she was so obsessed with your eyes, she wouldn’t tell you the real answer of course because how could she admit that she hated the idea of you looking at anyone but her, that she desired to keep you locked up so no one would look upon you? 

After your first meeting, she had quickly latched onto you, she might have been a child but she could tell you had no desire to be around them so she would never give you the choice to leave. Your parents and Gran had smiled at the quick friendship that formed between the four, she with you and your brother with Caleb. She found herself seeking you out, you weren’t in the same class since you were older but you’d walk back and forth to school together and she was with you at lunch. She wanted to know everything about you, you kept your hair short since you played soccer (she was always there at your matches screaming in support), you liked doing your nails (she started doing yours and you, hers), you adored animals, you did have an evol but you didn’t like using it and you didn’t have a favourite colour or book or song or movie because you just simply liked too many things to have a favourite. You were well liked at school, pretty and smart and gentle and… okay she could go on all day about you. It was clear from the way you drew people in, it was something about you perhaps the wisdom or maturity in you that seemed to shock even adults, you had countless boys and girls confessing to you yet you rejected all of them with the excuse that you were way too old for them, confusing everyone since some were a year younger but most were actually older than you. She was liked too, they saw her as bright and bubbly but she still overheard talk about how she was like your shadow, constantly bothering you etc. It didn’t help that she would always be seen by your side, talking your ear off with you quiet but still listening. At first she ignored it all but over time it started to get to her a little.

School had ended about two hours ago and she had followed you into your house. Your room was organised and matched your personality but remnants of her were scattered all around. The wall by your desk was littered with photos of you and her from the first day you had met, all the matches she had attended, the concert she had taken you to a month ago, the vacation your parents had taken both her and Caleb to, and numerous close ups of the two of you on numerous occasions. On your bed were all the plushies she had won for you. “Stand back kitten, daddy’s got this,” she had joked, pushing you away from the machine at the arcade you both frequently visited. She made a show out of it, rolling up her sleeves and presenting you with the plushie, “For the lovely lady.” This had made you laugh as you took the toy from her and placed a kiss on her cheek, something that never failed to puff her up with pride, afterall your laughs weren’t exactly common. There was an area in your closet, filled with nail polish of all colours, along with charms and tools that the two of you had saved up for. There was a small cabinet you had turned into yarn storage, she had decorated it with gems after helping you paint it. She didn’t care for knitting but her closet was filled with the clothes you had made for her. Stored in your closet was also a spare blanket and two pillows meant for her only, since she was always over. On your bookshelf had been books about heart conditions, one day while the two of you were playing, she had fainted in front of you. She could still remember the look of horror on your face as you rushed towards her. The books had appeared after that. 

It was the same for her too, you were everywhere in her room too. Her closet also had a blanket for you, it also had your actual clothes in there (she liked your scent on them), photos of you were everywhere, some of the makeup you used was on her vanity. It was a common occurrence for the two of you to just leave your things at the other’s. Tucked under her bed, was the box filled with beads from when she had gone through a jewelry making phase. She had made you a bracelet, it wasn’t pretty but it had her initials on it. You had taken the gift with a soft smile, gazing at it with a look in your eyes, you had then reached for the box and proceeded to make an identical one, except this one had your initials on it. Neither of you ever took the bracelets off.

She was laid all over your bed, talking animatedly about whatever she could while you were sitting at your desk, concentrating on your homework in front of you. Not a single sound had been coming from you, she wasn’t even sure you were listening. “...and then Samantha, oh you’ll never believe this…” she trailed off as doubts started creeping in, she slowly sat up and focused her attention on you, who was simply writing away. Was she annoying you? Did you find her annoying? What if you were only friends with her out of obligation? She couldn’t stop her thoughts from spiraling but she still heard the hum from you. You were looking at her with your head tilted in confusion. 

“Why’d you stop? What did Samantha do?” Your question made her snap out of it, her mouth was open in shock, she couldn’t stop the question from escaping her lips. “You were listening?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you moved onto a look of disbelief. “Course I was, I like listening to you talk.” 

That day she decided to ignore the instant barrage of emotions that erupted in her or how her heart seemed to beat so fast, her face a little flustered. 

She looked around your room, coming to an realisation that other than the people in the photos everything else in your room had only the two of you. You had included her in all your hobbies and talents, she had helped you with decorating your room, you only shared your clothes and accessories with her, you even let her take all of your time. In that moment she had felt so stupid for ever doubting you. 

“Okay so, Samantha…”

Of course, your friendship wasn’t without its obstacles. One being your brother and two being her brother-figure, Caleb. She couldn’t control her jealousy at your doting of your brother. He was very shy in life and a crybaby. Despite how close the two of you were, your affection was rare. It didn’t come naturally to you as it did for her, alot of the hugs and so on were initiated by her. Which was why she couldn’t handle how easily you’d take his hands into yours to comfort him, how you could place kisses on his head when you had never done so for her and most of all how quickly you’d leave her when he needed you. Which was all the time. The rational side of her tried to comfort her, he was your brother, your twin, she knew twins often had a special connection and this was evident in the way you seemed to communicate with your brother without even talking. It never worked though, she hated him. She was aware it was selfish and cruel of her to expect you to only give her attention but it didn’t stop her from desiring it anyway. The problem with Caleb occurred when she began to pull away from him, it didn’t help that he was older and often not around so naturally you became the person she’d go to when she needed something. He had become fast friends with your brother, his shy nature helped and the fact that your brother preferred men seemed to calm him down. She knew he never really liked you from the start, he noticed how smitten she was, but he always hid it from you until he didn’t. He knew it was childish to take his jealousy out on you but he couldn’t help it, his indifferent replies to you became colder, his empty gaze now seemed angry as he recalled all the times she would decline a hangout with him because she already had plans with you. He missed how she used to seek him out. 

His behaviour caused you to pull away, you stopped showing up at their house as often and even started saying no to plans and pushing her towards him instead. You never took offence to his attitude, almost like you expected it, and that’s what she liked about you. Instead of getting angry like most (including her) would’ve, you instead understood him. You sat her down and explained that she needed to prioritise him as well, especially with all he’d done for her but she had refused to listen, picking a fight with him instead. After a couple days of her pouting and silent treatment, Caleb realised how sad she was with you not around and apologised, to you and her. From then on it became common for all three of you to hang out together, she was aware that Caleb still didn’t like you but he remained civil. Of course this would change later but that’s for another time.

Most nights, when she’d be curled up in her bed, she would lift her arm up and look at the gaudy bracelet on her wrist and she’d remember those times, when things were good but she was cursed to never have happiness for long. 

She could never forget that day, she had gone to bed normally only to be woken up by Gran the next. It wasn’t until she heard sirens from outside, police and ambulance, that she shot up out of bed and rushed down. Gran had tried to stop her and warn her but it all blended into the background as she took in the scene in front of her. Yellow tape in front of your house, a blockade with officers standing guard to prevent any trespassing, many neighbours still in their pajamas were standing around, all of them confused. The only thing she saw was your brother on a stretcher, an oxygen mask on his face and covered in blood being rushed into an ambulance. It was all she needed to run towards you, she easily jumped over the tape as officers around her realised and tried to stop her. She got inside your house before she was stopped, an arm was around her and a gruff voice was speaking to her but she couldn’t concentrate. Your living room was covered in blood, the bodies of your parents were on the floor but you weren’t there. She didn’t remember much after that, it wasn’t until she felt Caleb’s hands on her face that she came to, back in her house with no clue how she got there. His face was filled with concern and questions were in his mouth. None of which she could answer anyways.

It took a day before they found out what had happened. Afterall, the neighbourhood was a safe one so naturally people became curious and it wasn’t long until the press showed up for coverage. In the night, while everyone was sleeping in their houses, a call from your phone had been placed to the authorities. Your voice in it was shaky but your words were in a whisper as you told the operator that there was someone in your house, you were only able to give your address before the call cut. When the police showed up and knocked on the door, no response came. They had no choice but to break the door down, two minutes later they requested for an ambulance and more officers. Your brother had been found, stab wounds all over, duct tape over his mouth but he had been alive, barely alive. Your parents weren’t so lucky. But you? You were gone. That had been the extent of all she knew for a while, until she became a hunter and was able to access the files on the investigation.

They had found someone else’s blood, and with how it matched your family’s, it was concluded that it was yours. Evidence of struggle was all over the place, primarily your scratches on the walls leading to the back door. The bracelet she had given had been ripped apart, the beads all over the room. You had been taken and it remained unsolved as to why. The person who wrote the report noted that whoever had done this was experienced and not alone, they had subdued your family to get you to not fight, one had to kill them and the other was probably holding you down. It was all done quickly, had it not been for your call, police wouldn’t have come so quickly and your brother likely would’ve been dead by the time someone noticed. Missing posters of you were put all over town and she got used to seeing your face on every news channel. She still kept a poster, tucked away in her desk drawer. After five years of no leads, you had been declared legally dead. The funeral had been small and she didn’t cry. Your gravestone was right next to your parent’s. While Caleb and your brother would return there from time to time she never visited. How could she cry and talk to you, if you weren’t in there? 

She didn’t know what to feel. She was numb and for the first time in her life, she was quiet. She had gotten so used to your presence that she didn’t know what to do without you in her life. Each day seemed to just pass by with her frozen. The two of you were so close that people still asked her where her other half was before freezing, their eyes wide as they realised what they said with apologies shooting out of their mouths. Caleb was affected too, before your disappearance she saw the look in his eyes change towards you, she recognised it because she looked at you that way too. He had started teasing you, particularly about your height (you’d get mad at him since you were tall for your age and for a woman, it wasn’t your fault he was freakishly tall), he found joy in your reactions to your misfortune and so he had began to seek you out more. This didn’t go unnoticed by her but if there was one person she didn’t mind sharing you with, it was him. The two of them found solace in one another, they wouldn’t say anything but many nights were spent sitting side by side in silence, both of them looking at a picture of the three of you at Caleb’s high school graduation. You had shown up with a bouquet of hydrangeas mixed with daisies which had been her favourite flowers and lilies which had been yours. It was an odd combination but she thought it was beautiful and by the look on Caleb’s face, so did he. You had also gifted him a bracelet just as hideous, with yours and hers initials on it. “Didn’t want you to be left out,” you had teased. 

The photo had Caleb in the middle, holding his certificate and your bouquet, you were on his right side and she was on his left. The both of you had intertwined your arms around his and all three of you had beaming smiles on your faces. Plans had been made for the summer since Caleb would be off to university and those plans had never come to fruition due to your disappearance. 

The two often visited your brother at the hospital, he had fallen into a coma and sometimes she would stand over him wishing he had been taken and it was you there instead. A couple months later he would wake up and no memories of the night. She wasn’t sure what would happen to him since your grandparents were long gone and both your parents had been the only child in their families. But he had looked so much like you so she had begged Gran to take him in and she did. Your brother was a mess, she couldn’t blame him, he needed several months in recovery with physical therapy to learn how to walk again. His body was now forever changed, no longer healthy as it used to be, hospitals would now be a constant in his life. He didn’t have you anymore, so she stepped up, giving him the comfort you would have and to her surprise her care for him became genuine. Despite him being older she saw him as the younger brother she never had. Keeping up the tradition you had started, she had given him an ugly bracelet, this one had your initials and your parents. However later when she noticed the addition of her’s and Caleb’s, she refused to acknowledge the softness she felt.

As time passes, the wound you left behind on everyone never fades. They were all cowards however, cowards who refused to speak of you because then it would become real. They’d ignore how she had your clothes still refusing to wash them because your scent was on them, she’d ignore how a shirt of yours disappeared only to end up in Caleb’s closet or how your brother was now wearing your jacket, they would ignore any photos they came across of you in another’s room or how they all avoided all the things you enjoyed and how they would conveniently when the day you went missing would come around again. Instead they all forced themselves to move on. Caleb became a pilot, she a hunter and your brother an archivist. She reunited with Zayne, met Xavier and Rafayel. Your brother met his husband and at the wedding, three seats were left unoccupied in the front.

Everyone had always thought what you two had was friendship, sisterhood even, this included both you and her. It wasn’t until one of the university parties a friend had dragged her too, where she met a girl who looked similar to you, did she realise. She went to the girl’s dorm that night, refusing to look her in the eyes because it wouldn’t be you staring back, ignoring the moans escaping from the girl because they weren’t yours and having to bite down on the girl’s shoulder to stop herself from moaning your name instead. She left as soon as it was over, shame settling in her stomach, was this what she reduced you to? But she couldn’t stop herself anytime she found someone who reminded her of you.

In her weak moments when the pain of you got too much, she couldn’t stop her hand from wandering into her underwear, shivering as her fingers touched against her. Her thumb rubbing on her clit while her fingers moved in and out of her, her mind was occupied with thoughts of you. Her realisation of her feelings for you had awoken something in her. If you were still alive, how would you look? Would you still keep your hair short or would you let it grow out? Would the chubbiness of youth in your face disappear? Or would it remain? Would you get even taller? Would you continue soccer, gaining muscles (a shiver crept through her at the thought), or would you be lean, would you gain weight? She couldn’t stop her thoughts from becoming more sinful, she knew she should feel guilty but she didn’t. What would your body feel like against hers? Would you let her between your legs? Would you go between hers? Would you be sensitive when she’d feel all around your body, simply admiring the masterpiece that is you? Would you be more dominant? Or would you let her take the lead? Would you blush if she’d admit all the things she wanted to do to you? How would you feel if she revealed that she wanted to take you in front of anyone who thought they could be yours? It never took her long to finish to the thoughts of you and afterwards she would lie there before sobs overtook her body, she’d never get to know.

She’d often wonder what it was about you that had her trapped only to easily answer her own question. You saw her. You understood her in a way no one could, she would catch you looking at her sometimes, an expression of wonder on your face like you couldn’t believe she was real. She already knew she loved your eyes, she loved your hair, you didn’t like people touching it but you always allowed her. She loved how you adored getting fed by someone and also feeding someone, how you loved resting your head on her lap, she loved how important sleep was to you and how she used to find you sleeping in the most weird places (like a garden bed), she loved your smile and she loved your laugh. She loved how her name sounded when you said it and with that she adored your voice as well, it was melodic to her.  She adored your love for baking, your dream had been to open your own bakery and she had promised to be your first customer to which you had replied, “Naturally.” She loved your horrible sense of humour. She loved your gentleness, not just towards her but towards the world. She loved how cryptic you could be sometimes, she could often see something dark in your eyes, like you had experienced some horrible things and sometimes you would ask her things like:

“Do you believe in past lives?”

“What if I told you none of this was real?”

“How do you feel about dragons?”

Most importantly, she loved how you saw her as her own person, someone capable. With her heart condition, she was used to being coddled by everyone, infantilised by her family but never with you. When she had revealed her dreams of being a hunter, she was asked to reconsider for her own well being but you had supported her with a smile and a look like you expected it (see? cryptic). When she got lectured by Gran and Caleb for beating up a group of boys that thought she’d be an easy target, you had fist bumped her and took her out to dinner because she had made you proud. You never second guessed her decisions and even in her more bratty moments you knew how to handle her. Later when she had met everyone else, she couldn’t help the pit in her stomach when they looked at her like that. Like she was everything, like they had been waiting for her for a long time, she didn’t like the expectations they had. She felt burdened by their unintentional emotions, it had never been like that with you. It was easy with you since you never looked at her like that, like you were desperate for her to remember you, to be with you in a way she never could. You had no expectations of her yet you let her into your life anyways.

So, how could you just leave her behind? How could you give her the privilege of knowing all that is you and then take it away. 

A/N: are you tired of the non-mc fics where MC gets painted as a demon straight from hell? Here's one she's obsessed with you instead!

The woman in me who loves women took over while writing this and she cannot be controlled.

Caleb who fantasizes about having sex with you, like in a gooner kinda way 😭😭 who sniffs your used boxers when you’re done from the gym

Caleb who literally begs you to have sex with him, and after a LOT of pestering you finally let in.

and he’s so giddy too the day of, until he’s in front of your door, thoughts empty and throat dry.

you’re on your bed, shirt off in a pair of sweatpants, gesturing him to get on your bed. and the funniest part is, he sits in the corner, quiet and meek with a red face because he just short circuits in this situation.

caleb who kinda likes being in a breeding press, your strong arms that has him in a chokehold while you tease him about how much he’s wanted this

CALEB !!!

M'so broke tryn' to get his outfit but t'was worth it ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

google's useless. tumblr tell me something fun about cuttlefish idegafanymore

I lost on my 20th pull on Zayne. Felt sad.

Realized I got an achievent from Caleb about being with him for a 100 days. He texts "I'll be there in 5 minutes"

Okay sure! I finish the text.

Do a 10 pull. HE COMES HOME 😭😭❓️❓️

SO HE WASN'T LYING ABOUT COMING BACK IN 5 MINUTES 😭😭

everybody gangsta on non!mc x lads men fics because it gives us the sense of satisfaction because against all odds, he choses you over MC.

but no one's really ready, or no one has actually written much in the perspective of MC herself.

how heartbreaking it must've been to lose the one you love when they're right in your grasp. she felt it, the tension and budding love was already there. heck, unbeknowst to her, she has timelines worth of relationships with lads men- so that's something. only to get that love snipped out when suddenly another woman appears in his life. the one who he felt was really the right one.

its satisfying to ponder cause, who really wins in this love triangle and who exactly lost when placed in a one-shot? do you win when you defy fate (non!mc x lads) or do you win when you triumph against the temptation on breaking fate (og mc! x lads, those fics where he still doesnt chose you? yum).

idk man i might not make much sense cuz its midnight yapping but ykwim?

How can you be trans without dysphoria?

Random Stuff for Your Story

I have bookmarks saved for random, different, interesting topics that don’t really fit into any single category, so I decided to just put them all together in one list.

A list of resources on miscellaneous topics to help make your stories more interesting.

Writing Accurate Heist Scenes A tumblr thread that discusses accurate heist scenes for heist movies, and what it’s like to work as a security guard.

Friends, Not Love Interests Helpful advice for anyone who is writing two characters as friends (particularly when one is female and the other is male), in order to help minimize the chance of readers wanting them to fall in love.

The Writer’s Guide to Distinguishing Marks on Characters A basic guide on different types of distinguishing marks for characters, such as freckles, birthmarks, scars, and tattoos.  

Don’t Use Specific Numbers in Your Story A tumblr thread that explains if your story doesn’t need a specific number for something (whether a date, age, span of time, etc.), then you don’t need to use a number. Includes helpful examples.

Pet Peeves in TV Shows and Movies A tumblr thread with different lists of things that people find annoying in TV shows and movies. Many of these things can also apply to situations in stories.

Types of Paperwork That Characters Could Do A tumblr thread that discusses how fanfiction writers often give their characters “large amounts of paperwork they hate doing,” but don’t describe the type of paperwork.  Provides a list of different types of paperwork that characters could be working on.

In Time Travel Movies, When the Time Traveler Asks... A tumblr thread that discusses more realistic responses for when a time traveler asks what year it is or where they are, instead of people automatically thinking they are weird or crazy for asking.  

Reasons for a Character’s Death Explains the reasons why you might kill off a character, and offers advice on how to make a character’s death meaningful.

Dialogue Responses to “I Thought You Were Dead!” A list of different responses that a character could give when someone else says, “I thought you were dead.”

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Just opened the event for Caleb and claimed the free 10 pulls in the shop!!

ANOTHER 5 STAR AFTER GETTING HIS PAIR CARDS TOGETHER?? NOW I'M SET FOR HIS NEXT BANNER SINCE I'M GUARANTEED NOW??

Enemies/Friends to Lovers & more Masterpost

Enemies to Lovers (and vice versa)

How to write Enemies to Lovers + Dialogue Prompts

Oblivious Enemies to Lovers Prompts

Enemies to Lovers: Falling for the flirt

Enemies to Lovers: Co-worker Edition Part I

Enemies to Lovers: Co-worker Edition Part II

Enemies to Lovers: Meet Ugly College Edition

Enemies to Lovers: Drama Club Edition

Enemies to Lovers: Apocalypse AU

Enemies to Lovers: Band Edition

Enemies to Lovers: Assassins Edition

Enemies to Lovers: Martial Arts Edition

Enemies to Lovers: Given up on life

Lovers to enemies

Reasons for lovers turning to enemies

Exes to Lovers

Exes to lovers prompts

Exes to lovers dialogue

Friends to Lovers

Reluctant allies to friends to lovers dynamic

Friends to lovers Prompts

Flirty friends to lovers Prompts

Friends with benefits to lovers Prompts

Friends to Lovers Ideas

Best friends to lovers Prompts

Childhood friends to lovers Prompts

Childhood friends to enemies to lovers Prompts

More:

Enemies to friends with benefits Prompts

Enemies to friends Prompts

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Writing with Colors

A list of resources to help you describe different colors in your writing.

The Color Thesaurus A collection of infographics that show various shades of different colors, each shade/color labeled by name.

Color Reference Chart Another collection of infographics that show various shades of different colors, each shade/color labeled by name.

Hair Color Reference Chart A collection of infographics that show various shades of different hair colors, each shade/color labeled by name.

Eye Color Reference Chart A collection of infographics that show various shades of blue, brown, and green eye colors, each shade/color labeled by name.

Different Ways to Describe Hazel Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing hazel eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.

Different Ways to Describe Green Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing green eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.

Different Ways to Describe Blue Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing blue eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.

Different Ways to Describe Brown Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing brown eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.

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Character Tips: Pre-existing Relationships

When I read, I personally favor relationships that have pre-existing history to them and background. I love the drama so here are some times on writing established relationships (platonic, enemies, rivals, and romantic):

6 Tips on Writing Pre-Existing Relationships:

1. Background

You should know how these characters met and how they interacted. Based on how they interacted and how their relationship has developed you need to know that. Not necessarily the reader but you should know as the writer.

2. Length of History

How long have they had this relationship? If the characters have known each other since they were little kids and they’re best friends, they should know a lot about each other. That could be a conflict when one of them holds a big secret. If they’ve known each other for a week, then they shouldn’t know much about each other.

3. What perceptions do they have of each other?

What do they think of the other person? We all have separate ideas of how a person acts so your character should too. Are they friends but the one feels like the other is annoying. That defines a part of the characters relationship. Show this to create more complexity in the relationship

4. Show how they act physically around each other

How do they act around each other. Is character a very unaffectionate to most but only affectionate to character b? By showing how they express themselves and if it’s any different from how they normally do you can highlight the relationship better.

5. What do they like and dislike about each other?

What things does the other person do that irritates them. What do they do that they like? Are their problems that they have on the small to more complex level? How does it make each person feel. How do their personalities clash and work with each other. What do they admire and hate about each other?

6. Think about what needs work?

Think about if you want the relationship to develop and how it develops throughout the plot. If the characters are going through a tough time or if they’ve spent time apart and are reuniting, they’re going to have different interactions. This can help drive the characters to develop different perceptions about the other character involved.

These are just some tips to help get started or to think about. These tips are also broad and for most relationships. If people want more specific types of relationships written please tell me 🙏

Do you have any tips for how to slow down time in a story?

How to slow down time

To slow down time in your story you need to use a mix of different writing ingredients: you need different descriptions that capture the reader in the moment as well as internal monologue and different sentence structures.

Detailed Descriptions:

Sensory Details: Use the five senses—sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch to describe what the character is seeing, hearing, feeling, smelling, and tasting in intricate detail.

Detailed Observations: Zoom in on small, often overlooked details. The sound a tea cup makes as it hits the ground, the way an expression on a character's face changes, the turning of heads as someone enters the room.

Slow Motion: Manipulate the time by describing how it feels like slow motion to the characters: "Time slowed down, and it felt as if the whole of humanity had decided to stop breathing for a moment."

Physical Reactions: A detailed description of the physical aspects of a scene. The movements a character makes, how their gaze turns, their breathing changes, their body begins to shake.

Psychological Aspects: Focus on the anxiety of a character looking at a clock that never seems to move, their nervousness seeping out of them

Internal Monologue:

Memories and Flashbacks: Add context by showing memories or flashbacks that relate to the situation.

Pondering: Let the character reflect on the situation, their feelings and their plan for the next steps. Let the reader explore the character's inner life.

Dialogue:

Reduced Dialogue: Dialogue brings a scene into real time. Use it thoughtfully and sparringly, with lots of inner thoughts and reactions in between.

Silence: Make use of silence between the characters which can be filled with more descriptions.

Language:

Smaller Steps: Write out each action taken, no matter how small, and focus on describing each step that happens.

Control Pacing: Use your sentence structure to create long descriptions that slow it down, and short, impactful ones to pick up the pace if needed for a moment.

More: Masterpost: How to write a story

- Jana

Not gonna lie. I would also date LADS MC too.

CALEB !!!

In the guaranted 5s in 24 pulls, Rafayel came home. So after that, he came home in 50 pulls!!!

On the other hand, I made a bet with my friends that if he came home, I have to write a 10k word fanfic... now I don't have a choice 🫠

some sketches of kakavasha if he got to live a happy peaceful life he deserved + his sister

nothing flusters caleb!!!! ...unless?

based on this tweet:

At the risk of sounding anti-intellectual, I think that college should be free and also not a requirement for employment outside of highly specialized career fields

I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!

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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

So, let me guess– you just started a new book, right? And you’re stumped. You have no idea how much an AK47 goes for nowadays. I get ya, cousin. Tough world we live in. A writer’s gotta know, but them NSA hounds are after ya 24/7. I know, cousin, I know. If there was only a way to find out all of this rather edgy information without getting yourself in trouble…

You’re in luck, cousin. I have just the thing for ya.

It’s called Havocscope. It’s got information and prices for all sorts of edgy information. Ever wondered how much cocaine costs by the gram, or how much a kidney sells for, or (worst of all) how much it costs to hire an assassin?

I got your back, cousin. Just head over to Havocscope.

((PS: In case you’re wondering, Havocscope is a database full of information regarding the criminal underworld. The information you will find there has been taken from newspapers and police reports. It’s perfectly legal, no need to worry about the NSA hounds, cousin ;p))

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am taking perverse pleasure in reminding people it's 2025. that's a star trek year. silly little science fiction number. except it's happening, and DANG ain't it underwhelming!

Untitled (1971) by Nancy Grossman. Wood, leather and mixed media.

;;warnings:: trans!male reader, first time cunnilingus, sub!Itadori Yuuji, dom!reader, hair pulling, face fucking, mean reader, self-degradation (also mixed with praise), good!boy yuuji, cursing, smut++

18+ mdni

The first time you ever let Yuuji eat you out he’s dumb as a fucking dog. All I can think about is desperate Yuuji who’s been trying to eat out his boyfriend since the first time he masturbated to you. Fuck, just imagine all the times he’s squeezed his pathetic dick thinking about being choked between your thighs and smothered by your clit. He always gets so leaky and red thinking about the sounds you’d make and the way you’d praise him like he’s the best boy ever.

He wants you to hold his hair like a handle, he squeaks every time you fuck up into his face and his pretty smooth cheeks are all red and hot. Clingy fingers grip onto the thin material of your nightshirt as he tries to pull his face as close to your vagina as he can get, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you groan a low ‘fuck’ under your breath. He wants to get his tongue deeper, further, harder. He doesn’t even realize the whimpers slipping past his throat as he tries to inch closer, which he can’t get.

Yuuji’s heart feels like it’s going to give out. Your ankles are locked behind his head, heels digging into his spine with each thrust of your hips onto his tongue. You don’t taste like fruits, or cookies, or fresh, but it’s so fucking good in his mouth — it tastes like cum — like wet, sticky cum melting from you onto his tongue. You keep calling him “such a good fucking boy” and it’s making him really, really horny. And really, really hard. It’s pathetic, but he wants it more, as your hand now rocks his head back and forth over your cunt by his hair.

“Mmm— fuck yuuji. Look at you, you’re covered in my cum!” It comes out like a weak laugh, his eyes peak open to see the delirious look on your face, a mean smile. His eyes can’t stay focused, cum on his lashes and eyelids too heavy to stay open. He wants to hear it more, he can’t get over the way your head lulls to the side when he moans and pushes forward onto his knees, back arched.

You tug his face back from your wet lips, it’s pitiful how he whines, tongue slipping out to reach but he can’t. Why would you do this to him, when he’s finally got it. He’s finally got you in his hands and you just tear him away like it means nothing. His head is so fuzzy he’s stupid in greed.

“More” he rasps. He’s still bent, hands clutching your shirt for balance.

“I’ve already came” you state, gently brushing his sweat-wet bangs from his forehead, lips quirked upwards in amusement. He feels heartbroken. It’s the only way to describe the sad, frantic feeling in his chest. All his fantasies slipping through his fingers like sand as your fingers slide from his hair to his cheeks to give them a little pinch. His dick twitches in his soaked briefs, tip throbbing as you — his perfect boyfriend — chew your cheek in fascination at him. He knows he’s a mess, that he’s deplorable and greedy but, he just wants a little more. Just a little more. He wants to hear you call him a perfect boy just three more times, cum just once again, just more.

You noticed how needy he was today. How bothered his little whimpers were when he sent you an explicit voice memo this morning pleading for you to finish on his dick like he was a good boy. Begging for anything. Begging like a good puppy. Naughty voice messages were not completely common for Yuuji, but you didn’t expect it to be this when he showed up tonight at your dorm step for cuddles and a movie. You didn’t expect him to want to eat you out in the first place. But he did. Does, badly, so you’ve come to realize.

“Please I— oh god please! Just one more, I can’t get it outta my head [name]! Just, just one more. I’m so good I promise, the very best!” His pleads are strained as he stretches his neck as close to your wet cunt as he can manage, cheek resting against your inner thigh. You can feel his breath fanning over your clit.

“And..what if I say no?” You ask mindlessly, taking your thumb to wipe away some cum off his lashes.

Yuuji squirms, “NO! Please, please [name] no! I—I’ll tell you all the dirty thoughts I’ve had about this, you like that right? Always makin’ me say embarrassing stuff. I’ll give back all the briefs I took— I—I’ll never be bad again! Promise!” His chest shudders as he speaks, and you’ve never been so turned on by anything like this in a long, long time. You have half a mind to deny him more.

“Taken” briefs? You didn’t know your boyfriend was stealing your boxers.

There’s a long moment where Yuuji’s eyes are shut tight, pressing into your thigh like he wants to mold with you, and he does. Cum slips from your hole to your ass an a sigh hisses past your lips as you grab the back of his head again.

“Okay, baby. One more.”

Caleb from Love and Deepspace

Caleb from Love and Deepspace