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some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs
* body language masterlist
* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does
* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes
* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said
* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again
* some more body language help
(hope this helps some ppl)
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Kinktober 2018
The prompt list for 2018 is complete! Most of what’s on here is the same as last year, but with some new additions and being a bit more specific on some prompts, there’s a total of 120 potential prompts to choose from. The list has also been randomized, so that they fall on different days. So, without further ado, the list!
1. Deep-Throating | Inflation | Face-Sitting | Masks 2. Ass Worship | Begging | Medical play | Watersports 3. Sensory Deprivation | Temperature Play | Edgeplay | Knife Play 4. Spanking | Mirror Sex | Spit-roasting | Dacryphilia (Crying) 5. Feet | Sadism/Masochism | Feederism | Shotgunning 6. Daddy | Corset | Cock Worship | Biting 7. Praise-kink | Body Swap | Aphrodisiacs | Incest 8. Blood/Gore | Prostitution/Sex Work | Fisting | Hate-fucking/Angry Sex 9. Titfucking | Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles) | Bondage | Lingerie 10. Hair-pulling | Waxplay | Micro/Macro | Bonds (Telepathic or Empathic) 11. Object Insertion | Sounding | Cross-dressing | Tribadism/Scissoring 12. Licking | Pet Play | Rimming/Analingus | Costume 13. Weight Gain | Distant/Distracted Sex | Gags | Creampie 14. Asphyxiation | Cunnilingus | Distention | Tentacles 15 Forniphilia (Human Furniture) | Overstimulation | Intercrural Sex |Uniforms 16. Nipple Play | Frottage | Body Worship | Sixty-nine 17. Masturbation | Seduction | Collaring | Orgasm Denial 18. Fucking Machine | Latex | Role Reversal | Xenophilia 19. Public | Formal Wear | Straitjacket | Cock-Warming 20. Urophagia | Hot-Dogging | Emeto | Dirty talk 21. Bukakke | Food play | Suspension | Branding 22. Impact Play | Cuckolding | Hand-jobs | Threesome (or more) 23. Scars | Master/Slave | Shibari | Size Difference 24. Pegging | Leather | Lapdances |Shower/Bath 25. Tickling | Scat | Boot Worship | Olfactophilia (Scent) 26. Lactation | Roleplay | Smiles/Laughter | Toys 27. Exhibitionism/Voyeurism | Degradation | Gun Play | Against a wall 28. Omorashi | Stripping/Striptease | Vore | Humiliation 29. Glory hole | Double (Or more) Penetration | Sleepy Sex | Massage 30. Gagging | Stockings/Tights/Pantyhose | Breast Worship | Swallowing 31. Any combination of the above!
Again, this isn’t really a formal challenge or anything. More of just a general attempt to produce some filthy, filthy things in October of 2018. Sure, it may be early, but some people (myself included) like having plenty of time to plan things out. Feel free to drop an ask in the inbox with any questions!
“right to the good parts” prompt list
So many prompts are about the meet-cute. So this list is meant to go straight to the good parts. Please use, prompt, share, add to, etc.
I have you shoved against the wall but now I can’t stop looking at your mouth
We were dancing but all of a sudden it’s a slow song and we’re standing here awkwardly staring at each other
I just told you I liked you but now I’m shy and say “never mind, forget it” and why are you looking at me like that?
We slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we’re just waking up and there’s something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair
It’s time to fight the boss and if I don’t tell you now, I might not live to tell you
Congratulations! One of your dreams has finally come true. Let me give you a big hug and wow, you’re warm…
I’ve never seen anything like the way you handled that. I’m just so moved.
Oh, my God, I thought you were going to die. Please don’t ever scare me like that again.
We’re hiding from the authorities and it’s very close quarters in here, I can feel your body against mine.
Wait, my hero’s secret identity is… you? To be honest, I’d always kind of hoped…
You’ve said you’re going to leave, but I don’t want you to go and if I don’t say something now…
We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way
This wasn’t meant to be a date, but we’ve had such a good time and now it’s 2 a.m. and I should really go home…
Raleigh's "Lost Words" Drabble Prompts~
Send me a Word and Character/Pairing and I’ll Write a Drabble for it~
(Basically what happens on a very boring day when you own an Unabridged Dictionary
Amandation: act of sending away or dismissing
Amarulence: bitterness; spite
Amorevolous: affectionate; loving
Antipelargy: reciprocal or mutual kindness
Apanthropinization: withdrawal from human concerns or the human world
Assectation: act of following after something else
Bajulate: to bear a heavy burden
Bonifate: lucky; fortunate
Brabeum: reward or prize
Brochity: projecting or crooked quality of teeth
Cacozealous: imitating badly
Caprizant: of the pulse, uneven or irregular
Celeberrimous: very or most highly celebrated
Circumbilivagination going around in a circular motion; circumambulation
Commendaces: funeral orations; prayers for the dead
Cosmogyral: whirling round the universe
Crocitation: croaking; cawing
Deartuate: to dismember
Decutient: shaking down; beating down
Diffibulate: to unbutton; to unbuckle
Ecstasiate: to go into an ecstasy; to cause to become ecstatic
Embaphium: small vessel for measuring or serving medicine
Essomenic: showing things as they will be in the future
Fabrefaction: act of fashioning or making a work of art
Fallaciloquence: deceitful speech
Famelicose: often or very hungry
Fumificate: to make or cause smoke or incense
Gelicide: a frost
Gleimous: slimy
Gnathonize: to flatter
Graviloquence: grave speech
Halatinous: saline; salty
Hypenemious: full of wind
Igniparous: bringing forth fire
Impigrity: quickness; speed
Ingordigious: greedy; avaricious
Irredivivous: unable to be revived
Kalotypography: beautiful printing
Keleusmatically: imperatively; in an imperative mood
Kexy: dry, brittle, withered
Latibule: hiding place
Lubency: willingness; pleasure
Lugent: weeping; mourning
Magastromancy: magical astrology
Mancation: maiming; mutilation
Mariturient: eager to marry
Misqueme: to displease; to offend
Morsicant:producing the sensation of repeated biting or pricking
Murklins: in the dark
Nequient: not being able
Nerterology: learning relating to the dead or the underworld
Obrumpent: breaking; bursting
Occaecation: the act of blinding
Ossifragant: bone-breaking
Pamphagous: eating everything; all-consuming
Patration: perfection or completion of something
Perantique: very antique or ancient
Phoenigm: reddening of the skin
Pication: application of warm pitch to the skin as medical treatment
Quadrimular: lasting for four years
Quaeritate: to question; to inquire
Redamancy: act of loving in return
Rimestock: old almanac with runic writings
Roomthily: spatially; with respect to space
Scaevity: unluckiness
Scathefire: great destructive fire; conflagration
Senticous: prickly; thorny
Somandric: pertaining to the human body
Sparsile: of a star, not included in any constellation
Summotion: removal
Temerate: to break a bond or promise
Tenellous: somewhat tender
Teterrimous: most foul
Thysiastery: sacrificial altar
Traboccant: superabundant; excessive
Tremefy: to cause to tremble
Vacivity: emptiness
Vanmost: in the front; foremost
Venalitious: of the sale of humans as slaves
Veteratorian: crafty; subtle
Visotactile: involving both touch and vision
Vultuous: having a sad or solemn countenance
Welmish: of a pale or sickly colour
May or may not end up adding more words later. Have fun with these~
uhbhhbhhh not to be dadchop on main but "Brett wasn't the perfect dad, but fuck did he try his best."
This ship is for u jaredAleks mutters it more as an aside. Sure the teen he's with doesnt know personally what he means-- he still sits and listens. Or pretends to- it's almost the same thing with Parker. With everything Brett's dealing with- the demon edgelord and chaotic evil chef boyardee, he should be regarded as more than a tired father. God knows none of them go easy on him and he deserves more than what he's been given but- he'd never say those magic words in his own home.
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There is nothing left for him here, glued to the shattered remains of a love ripped from his grasp. ( for the fic thing )
He knows the heat is too much to bear- even residually, he's not safe here. But why should his safety matter when he was careless with hers? No- no he wasn't careless, luck and fate are cruel women plucking out his heart one thread at a time. Michael- oh that son of a bitch. He chose her- played his stupid reindeer games and still lost; what a way to keep him tied to this rambunctious stallion of a man.
let's do that thing the cool kids are doing
Leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i will write the next five.
29 with steve/james, please?
Coming soon to a blog near you ! ;D
five word prompts
[inspired by this]
“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
“can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
“just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
“really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
“zero fucks given. next please.”
Hey so fuckign michael jarvis is ruining my whole entire life
cool thanks for your time
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So i guess i was right abt that theory now Wasnt i
hell yeah ev what's ur Hot Take? I love theories
So,Hottake 1: this isnt the first time bb8 has been able to edit sp7 contentNow this, goes back to Boy Date in my gay opinion, where its ooc in the level of meta that this isnt a character playing a character this is a character just chillin. Now, cib getting jumped by those kids happened here. He was shot in the neck with a poorly edited dart which was lingered on for an awkward amount of time. It was a funny goof but on the other hand just simply looked fake. I don't have much articulation on this point other than, we know steve and autumn edit these videos, we Know that isn't either of their editing styles. We know this is out of the norm.More recently- the last alt life video as this is being written- we have footage we shouldn't have of Cib realizing he's fucked. Now this isn't out of the ordinary for sp7. The inclusion of dramatic clips has been- straight up amazing from an audience perspective, dramatic irony et al. This is in the previously established sp7 style but in the context of the video it makes one wonder where the footage came from. I cant propose an answer to this but its interesting to think about.Hottake 2: Michael Jarvis has personal connections to bitter bonsai 8. Dawg this is the one I'm more invested in pulling apart. Bb8 had a small pressence in early s3 and it grew and grew as James, FAJAM and Michael grow closer. Now FAJAM and Michael have a preexisting relationship, but Michael, having two sp7 boys is...something. Now to cut to the chase I'm not saying BB8 is a ploy to separate James and FAJAM from sp7, play the long game. Michael is a man who for a living studies trends in hollywood. Sees how things fluctuate. He sees the trends of web-based celebrities more times than not in the positive and, if these groups rise and can manage on their own- whats the point in keeping him around?Conquer the new frontier, manifest destiny on those who threaten the old way of life and get a bunch of your daughters friends to pick them off one by one.THATS my hottake at least.
Yo if anyone wants to hear my hottake on the sugar pine 7 shenanigans then hmu
Song Lyric Prompts
Just some song lyrics prompts from french songs that I have translated for your OTPs. Some of them are a bit angst.
“I dropped the guns, sold my soul for a little of you”
“You hurt me with your caresses“
“The more I love you, the more I hate you”
“I do not expect a future with you“
“I love you one day at a time“
“My best mistake was you”
“All I see is you”
“I imagine that he is near me“
“My heart only beats for you”
“Don’t go, I am only here for you”
“His eyes clear, his cheerful smile. If only he could notice me”
“Deep in my thoughts, I see him approaching”
“Look at me, at my eyes if possible“
“Why is your look away from me and going to another?”
“Only you knows who I am”
“Don’t stop believing in me”
“Don’t worry, i’m following you”
“Stop to cry for me”
‘Stop all these worries”
“Don’t forget my smile”
“Let your heart speaks if you don’t have the words”
“If one day you forget me, I will go get our memories”
“Dance me a poem, sing me that you love me”
“Take my hand, so we can dance”
“Just stand, if you can dance”
“Everything is happening here,under the stars“
“I am a prisoner of myself“
“If someone has to make a choice, it’s me”
“I feel that love is killing me”
“I had a dream the other day,you were just a kiss away“
“ I’m so bad in love with you”
“He is my whole world and much more than that, everything comes to an end when he is no longer there“
“Help me, everything collapses since it is no longer there“
“Since he left, I could not get up“
“It’s just a memory, a tear from the past, stuck in my eyes, that does not want to go away anymore”
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Kisses I want to write about:
Goodbye kisses: Lingering and hard for longer times apart. Ones that curve A’s body against B’s and cause hands to splay against backs. Or short pecks, maybe not even completely on the mouth for short trips to the grocery store. Hello kisses: After long periods apart, these can include A picking up B and spinning them around. Fingers pressing into cheeks, palms cupping necks, and breathless laughs when they finally come up for air. Breathless kisses: A series of short pecks because they need the closeness but they also need air, so. Sometimes smiles come in between, or sometimes its just breath, gasping for the sole purpose of being able to kiss again. Heated kisses: Breath huffing into mouths, angrily or passionately. Hands grabbing at clothing and pulling each other closer. First kisses: Hesitant and nervous. Lips hover inches from each other for a few seconds before they just barely brush. It’s just a soft press, but it ignites their entire bodies. Pinkies link afterwards, still wanting to be close, and each looks down, smiling softly. After sex kisses: Lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving. Soft murmurs about what to do for dinner later, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns. B rolling onto their back and A trailing their lips down their neck, kissing their shoulder, their chest, anywhere they can think of, memorizing B. Morning kisses: Barely awake kisses that usually end up on jaws or cheeks because A is too tired to land it properly. B makes a sleepy sound and rolls into A, nuzzling their face into their neck, ankles hooking together, while A drapes their arms around B and they fall back asleep for a while. Post-break up kisses: Soft and slow. Hands on each other’s arms in a way that neither can tell if the other is pushing away or pulling closer. The kiss ends with their foreheads pressed together, neither wanting it to be true that this is happening. Christmas kisses: More smile than actual kiss. A holds mistletoe above their heads while B rolls their eyes, but pulls A down by the collar of their ugly Christmas sweater for a heated kiss. A takes B by the waist and walks forward until they are around the corner, away from the prying eyes and hoots of the rest of their friends and family. Comforting kisses: B walks into find A sitting on the bed, shoulders shaking, cheeks wet. A looks up, face looking stricken for a moment. B is shocked, and quietly says A’s name. At this, A breaks, face crumpling, and only barely has time to reach both hands out for B before B is there, kneeling at A’s feet. B takes A’s hands first, kissing their knuckles and palms. Then B reaches up to hold A’s face, pressing soft kisses around their cheeks, their lips, murmuring “it’s okay” and “you’re alright” and “I’m here” in between. “I thought I lost you” kisses: The breath is knocked out of both of them with the force that they collide with. Hands grip the back of t-shirts and palms are pressed up and under shirts, holding them close, feeling the warmth of their skin. Palms are pressed to cheeks, thumbs swiping away tears until their mouths collide messily, the world seeming to disappear around them. “We can’t do this” kisses: Fists clenched, hands shoved into pockets. Brows low or brought together, jaws clenched. A feeling like a magnetic pull between them. Their foreheads press together, their lips brush, just barely, until B pulls away with a shaking exhale, forehead dropping into A’s neck. “Come to bed” kisses: A has their hands on B’s neck, murmuring the phrase softly. A’s hands slide down B’s arms to their hands, lacing their fingers together and slowly starting to pull B towards their bedroom. A continues to pepper B with kisses all the while, trailing them down their jaw and neck. “You look beautiful” kisses: Just a soft press of lips to the temple, resting them there for a moment, then smiling down and telling them as much. “I’ll be right back” kisses: A puts their hands on B’s shoulders from behind them, where they are sat on the couch. He leans down and around, while B turns his head a little, accepting the quick peck. “I missed you” kisses: Long and relentless, holding their body close, arms wrapped completely around their waist. A burying their head in B’s neck and pressing kisses there too. Angry kisses: Hard, gripping. Fists in clothes, shoving each other against walls. Fingers digging into hips. But the kisses always melt away from that. They turn into brushes of lips between shaking breaths, until they’re out of energy and are left just standing there, holding each other, fingers carding through hair. Sad kisses: Almost not a kiss at all. Just holding onto each other tightly, A’s lips pressed to B’s temple, whispering soft words, desperately trying to provide whatever comfort they can. In the dark kisses: The movie plays in the background, but A and B are hardly paying attention from the back row. They kiss soundlessly, long and soft, fingers locked. A’s arm is thrown behind B’s seat, wrist bent to curl their fingers into B’s hair. Dying kisses: A holds B in their arms, panicked, crying. Murmurs of “no, no, no.” Salt on their lips from tears. Voice cracking. Holding on tightly to their shirt, their shoulder, their hand, roughly pulling them against their body, anything to try and keep them tethered to this earth. Kissing them as they die (“no. No, stay awake—“), Kissing them once more even with the life has left their body (No. God, come back. Please, come back. Please, look at me, I’m right here”).
another cause I’m gay, 7) things you said while we were driving for cibven!
Sitting in Cib’s driveway at three am and Billy Joel playing from Steve’s too expensive radio was- it is, a normal or- uncommon, pastime for the teen. Cib dragging his feet literally and metaphorically isn’t something completely out of the realm of possibility either. Even if he sounded wide awake on the phone- voice chipper even if weighted down with sleepiness.
Watching him dance along a pathway, picking up on the piano notes and stylized singing is something Steve enjoys. Cib’s natural flow and inclination toward- rhythm and how even if he spoke he’s mere moments away from singing– it makes him all the more beautiful. Or maybe just made the moment beautiful- that- that’s something a film student would say. Isn’t it?
Cib slides into the passenger seat, sighing happily as he enters a friendly warmth- soft and sweet, relaxing into Steve’s seat. Much, much softer than his. He doesn’t buckle his seat belt- (“I only wanna get choked by people or myself dude-”) and pulls his knees closer to his person, sitting almost cross legged.
“Ready dude?” Steve asks, changing gears from park to reverse, watching Cib’s eyes rest half-lidded and waiting for his hair to bounce as he nods.
“Yeah man- I’m fuckin starved,” Cib groans almost in the realm of a moan. Steve’s left hand white knuckles the steering wheel and the right stays on his gear shift stick.
———-
Barely a minute passes before Cib is singing along again- this time swaying and snapping his fingers along. He’s absorbed in the music- lost and needing no way home. Here- here is safe and lovely and he doesn’t have to be present. Lingering guilt in his stomach made him feel- bad, about not being present. He got Steve to come out and he wasn’t doing anything.
But Steve…he doesn’t protest. He just lets it happen and glances at Cib every now and then- accidentally letting slip his best kept secret. A thought he never thought would see the air outside of him.
“You’re gorgeous, Cib.” Steve mumbles, a slight pink hue dancing cross his face. Cib smiles- sheepish and shy and he shakes his head. “I mean it-” It bubbles up out of his throat before Cib can say anything to deny it or downgrade himself.
“That’s gay dude,” Cib manages, voice rough and face blushed.
