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a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

guys im not even joking i need more fanfics about castiel and armin PLEASE !!!!! Its not even funny im on the edge of ending it all 😔

AO3 has been scraped, once again.

As of the time of this post, AO3 has been scraped by yet another shady individual looking to make a quick buck off the backs of hardworking hobby writers. This Reddit post here has all the details and the most current information. In short, if your fic URL ends in a number between 1 and 63,200,000 (inclusive), AND is not archive locked, your fic has been scraped and added to this database.

I have been trying to hold off on archive locking my fics for as long as possible, and I've managed to get by unscathed up to now. Unfortunately, my luck has run out and I am archive locking all of my current and future stories. I'm sorry to my lovelies who read and comment without an account; I love you all. But I have to do what is best for me and my work. Thank you for your understanding.

So I have a desire to revitalise the old mcl kink meme but unfortunately the settings have been changed to no longer allow anonymous posting, so I created a new one!

Here's the MLC Kink Meme, relaunched and ready for your prompts

Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

oh well... this did not go as planned...

unfortunately, I started the year by getting sick + I had my university exams really piled up (some I had to take twice, because I failed the first time due to the previously mentioned sickness...). I don't really see point in finishing Dykecember, as not just December, but even the whole January has passed by now. maybe I will "recycle" the wips for something else, idk, but for now I'm going on with the second point

I hope the year started better for you guys, and I can actually be more active here from now on!

happy new year! ✨

2024 is over, but not my (hopefully not temporary) motivation for writing! my plans for the beginning of the year:

finish Dykecember. even though December ended, I really liked this challenge and I have an idea for most of the prompts, so I want to finish it, no matter how much time it takes. as it's a different month now, I don't think I'll care about the numbering of the days that much - I'll go with what I like, and eventually all 31 will be done

complete the old requests. I have some "leftover" requests from before my break (yes, from years ago.... I'm ashamed of myself). I wanted to do Dykecember as a way of practice to get back into writing, so that the requested pieces won't be half-assed, but these will be next

go on with my original ideas. believe or not, but I actually still have ideas for original fics as well, and I plan on developing these too!

+ if I get any requests in the meantime, I will write that too of course (though I don't really expect that to happen considering that I completely lost my old audience - which is not a surprise since I disappeared for more than 2 years)

I also started developing my own interactive fiction game.... it's just a lil' passion project for now, but maybe when it's a 100% finished and I feel confident enough with it, I'll share it too :)

current fan creation landscape is kinda like if you went to a party with a homemade cake and everyone takes a slice and silently thumbs up at you with no attempt to start a conversation except for occasionally some guy sits in the corner with a tape recorder critiquing the cake as though he was a restaurant critic and another guy is handing the cake to an uber driver like "yeah i need you to find a restaurant that makes cake like this so i can have more of it" and the only person that's talked to you in 30 minutes is a very sweet little guy who was like "hey i liked your cake" and then ran away apologizing for bothering you the moment you said thank you.

happy new year! ✨

2024 is over, but not my (hopefully not temporary) motivation for writing! my plans for the beginning of the year:

finish Dykecember. even though December ended, I really liked this challenge and I have an idea for most of the prompts, so I want to finish it, no matter how much time it takes. as it's a different month now, I don't think I'll care about the numbering of the days that much - I'll go with what I like, and eventually all 31 will be done

complete the old requests. I have some "leftover" requests from before my break (yes, from years ago.... I'm ashamed of myself). I wanted to do Dykecember as a way of practice to get back into writing, so that the requested pieces won't be half-assed, but these will be next

go on with my original ideas. believe or not, but I actually still have ideas for original fics as well, and I plan on developing these too!

+ if I get any requests in the meantime, I will write that too of course (though I don't really expect that to happen considering that I completely lost my old audience - which is not a surprise since I disappeared for more than 2 years)

I also started developing my own interactive fiction game.... it's just a lil' passion project for now, but maybe when it's a 100% finished and I feel confident enough with it, I'll share it too :)

Human / vampire (Candy x Priya)

Note: written for day 3 of Dykecember. time is relative anyways (also I'm experimenting with a new way to format my fics, don't mind me) Words: 795 Candy's P. O. V.

What is a vampire? In popular legend, a vampire is a creature, often fanged, that preys upon humans, generally by consuming their blood.

‘Okay, I didn’t get any smarter, thank you Britannica’ I murmured to myself, looking up from my laptop’s screen to take a glance at my girlfriend’s face. 

When Priya had called me up to say that she had become a vampire somehow, I first ended the call, rolling my eyes at her bad sense of humor. Then she called me back, almost hysterical. 

I quickly realized it wasn’t a joke. 

We spent the previous hour at Rosa’s place, trying to calm Priya down, and surfing the web for any useful info. Unfortunately, everything we had found was about ‘adult’ vampires. Not a word about someone freshly turned into one. 

“Did you find anything?” 

Priya tried her best to mask her voice, but it was clear that she was very afraid. 

“Uh no, not yet. The best I found was an article detailing vampire diet. Apparently, you don’t necessarily need blood. Anything red is good for you.” 

She didn’t reply, just laid down on the couch, covering her face with her palm. I closed my laptop to walk over to her. 

Rosa left a little earlier to drop off Thia at Alexy’s, and Leigh was gone the whole week to visit Lysander. Priya and I had some time for ourselves. 

“Hey” I sat down next to her. “We’re going to figure it out, okay? I’m sure you’re not the only one with this problem. Worst case scenario, we will consult Stephenie Meyer.” 

“Urgh, I don’t really appreciate your jokes.” Priya turned over to her other side, with her back to me, but didn’t pull away when I started caressing her side. 

“It’s not the end of the world anyways. If the legends are true, you will be exceptionally fast and powerful, you will live for much longer than otherwise, you will be immune to pretty much any disease. I wouldn’t necessarily say it’s a bad deal.” 

“Haha. You forgot about not being able to stand in the sun or eat garlic. Not to mention the crosses.” 

“That’s not a problem, we don’t live in Italy.” 

I spoke without thinking, but I reached my goal: Priya laughed – for the first time during the evening. 

“Thank you. Your support means a lot to me. Really.” 

She turned towards me a little to look in my eyes while speaking, but then quickly diverted her gaze. Her expression turned sour, almost regretful. If she had been sad or angry, I would have understood that, but this...? 

“What’s wrong?” 

“What isn’t?” She chuckled, not answering my question. 

“No, but... really.” 

She sat up, but still avoiding looking at me. 

“It’s just... if I stay this way, and the myths are true, I’m supposed to drink blood, aren’t I?” 

Her fingers found their way to the hem of my shirt and started playing with it. 

"Well, yes...” 

“Well... I don’t know how to phrase it, but I started feeling this strange pull towards you. Of course, I always found you ravishing, but it seems that whatever change is going on inside me, it also affects how I look at you...” 

While talking, Priya shifted her position on the couch to lean in my direction. Her fingers stopped fidgeting with the fabric of my shirt and instead rested on my sides. I felt my cheeks burn. We have been together for more than four years now – we had kissed, seen each other without clothes and made love multiple times. And yet, in this moment, I felt that we had never been so vulnerable in front of each other ever before. 

She got closer, lowering her head, making its way to my neck. If I had really wanted to, I would have been able to stop her, to move away – but I didn’t. I tilted my head to give her better access and braced myself for what was coming. 

I hadn’t noticed that Priya’s teeth got sharp already, but now they pierced through my skin with relative ease. I clenched my jaw, not to give away the pain I felt – if this is what it takes for Priya to feel better, so be it. 

While she was feeding on me, pictures flooded my mind. Her arrival at Sweet Amoris High School; her kiss with Iris that awakened previously unknown feelings, but mostly jealousy in me; our reunion in university, and the rebirth of our friendship that slowly changed into something deeper. 

I loved her, and I knew she loved me too, more than anything. When she finally lifted her head from my neck, wiping her mouth, I knew that now we were tied together more tightly than I ever thought possible.

Dykecember challenge

Bodyguard (Kim x Leo)

yes, this is absolutely not the second day of December.... I have commitment issues, I'm sorry 😭 this definitely isn't my best work, but I wanted to let it out anyways, as I didn't have a really good idea in particular for this prompt

Dykecember day 2: bodyguard

Words: 696

When Crowstorm blew up overnight, all members were happy with their newfound success. 

Initially. 

However, they soon realized that fame is not without consequences: they had to change their daily routines, pay special attention to what they do in public, and deal with fans who were not familiar with the meaning of the word ‘privacy’. 

Castiel first considered it hilarious, then annoying. Then, he received (at his home!) a letter with a little vial for him to send back ‘a lock of his hair and a drop of his tear’ – the ingredients for some kind of love spell. This was the point when they decided that people will overstep their boundaries more and more often, so they need to protect themselves. 

Leo was the one to experience this kind of ‘love’ physically. She wanted to run some errands, when a group of teenagers suddenly appeared around her. They asked for selfies with her, and one boy wanted to put his arm on her waist, but ‘accidentally’ lowered it. 

Leo hired a bodyguard that afternoon.

---

"Sooo, this is it." 

Leo gestured around in her apartment, not really knowing what to add. The young woman standing in front of her (who insisted on simply being called ‘Kim’) started walking around, inspecting the doors, the windows, even the view of the street and neighbouring houses. 

“You’re taking this very seriously, I can see. Did you have to protect someone really important in the past?” 

“Oh, sure.” Kim stopped her examination to turn around, facing Leo. “I’ve worked for ministers, CEOs, and people whose title I can’t even tell you. Don’t worry, I will do my best to protect you. No one will die again under my watch.” 

“...again??” 

Leo was about to ask more, but she caught Kim’s smile while she turned back again. The rocker couldn’t help but laugh – despite Kim’s initial silence, she was starting to like her newfound bodyguard. 

“Well, that’s the least I expect. I can’t pay you if I’m dead. And hey, maybe you will even find me funny. Might motivate you to keep me alive.” 

“Oh, you need to work harder than that to make me laugh.” 

--- 

It turned out, she didn’t need to work harder. Whenever it was just the two of them, in a private setting (which happened more and more often as time went on), they behaved like ages old friends. Leo was an endless source of adventurous and fascinating stories, while Kim kept Leo grounded and motivated in more ways than one. 

One day, Kim decided to check out the Instagram page of Leo. This is not something that she hasn’t done before, but she still liked to scroll there from time to time. Leo’s page (as all other members’ as well, of course) was filled with posts about their upcoming album. They worked on it for a really long time, and it was supposed to be released in two months. 

Among the sneak peaks of the album’s cover and (muted) recordings from their studio sessions, a different post caught Kim’s eye: Leo and an unknown woman kissing. 

Kim sat up straight. How did she not notice this before? 

It was posted not long after they first announced the album. It was probably part of the campaign for it, but Kim couldn’t help but feel a little sting in her chest. 

Was she jealous? 

---

When she met Leo, a couple days later, Kim had already made up her mind. What she said on her first day was clearly a joke, but developing feelings for the one she’s supposed to protect could cause serious problems for them. 

When Leo opened her door, Kim didn’t hesitate. 

“This is the last time you see me as your bodyguard. I want to end my contract.” 

Leo didn’t answer at first. She was shocked. 

“Is everything alright?” 

“I-” Kim sighed, then shook her head. “I want to protect you, but I’ve realised that I have feelings for you that aren’t right. I will always be here for you if you need me, but I don’t think I should be your bodyguard anymore.” 

With that, she turned around, not giving Leo the chance to reply. 

Dykecember challenge

First kiss (Candy x Amber)

I really wanted to join in for idolcandy's Dykecember challenge, and even though we're already at the half of the month, it's better late than never! if someone wants to requests a pair for a specific day, my askbox is open ^^

Dykecember day 1: first kiss

Words: 1474

Candy's P. O. V.

My phone buzzed with a new notification.

why didn't you pick up? are you in class?

Ever since Nath left, Amber and I looked after his flat, especially Blanche. She has always been an independent lady, but her master's sudden and long disappearance didn't affect her well. It didn't affect any of us well. Even when she wasn't around, I hung out often in his apartment. I liked the quiet that I couldn't experience in the dorms, and I buried myself in my studies.

I tried to divert my thoughts. I didn't tell Rosa or Alexy what was up, but I'm sure they picked up after some time, as I continuously rejected going out clubbing or shopping with them. Rosa told me that I could talk to her anytime, but knowing her opinion about Nath, I rather kept to myself.

So who was left? Amber and Kim were the only two people who still kept in touch with Nath, but Kim was busy managing the gym. She also didn't know about Nath's ehm... business, and with Amber we didn't even feel it fair to tell her about it.

That left just the two of us, Amber and me. I still couldn't quite comprehend the change she went through. Those piercings eyes that I always found cold and condescending in high school, now they lit up when she saw me, always cheerfully greeting. The delicate fingers that carried out so many pranks on me, now I had the opportunity to watch them drum mindlessly on the tabletop while we're having lunch together. One hand would be enough to keep count of the times she behaved kind towards me, and yet now I found myself spending more and more time with her...

It feels wrong to even think about it, considering that she's my ex-boyfriend's sister, but there's something enchanting about her. When I'm with her, I cannot stop thinking about her plush lips and what it would feel like to have them on mine. When she's away, I'm nervous, waiting for the time we meet again.

How does hate turn to love?

Is it even love? I see who I want to see. I'm imagining a personality for her that maybe she doesn't even have. She has her own life, her own passions, her own problems. Hell, the only thing tying us together - Nath - didn't even use to have a good relationship with her until only recently. If she's not the cruel teenager who made my days sour, then I have no idea who she is beyond her worry and love for Nath.

I used to think we share that, but I'm ashamed to see that my heart is beating for someone else now.

My phone buzzed again.

hello?? anyone there?

The student in the row in front of me turned around to shush me. I guess he had had enough of my phone making noise...

This helped pull me out of my daydreams. Although I did spend much of my free time with studying now, I still couldn't keep track of Mr. Lebard's class. If there was a course for reading lullabies to adults, he could be the perfect professor for it...!

I muted my phone, then finally checked out the new messages. Amber has previously asked me if I was free to help her out sometime, as she's moving in to Nath's apartment. God knows when he's going to use it again, meanwhile Amber's model career isn't going as well as she hoped. To save some money, she decided to give out her flat for rent, and live in Nath's place for some time.

I offered to help her move her stuff, but due to our different timetables it wasn't easy to find an afternoon that suited both of us. I sent her a quick reply:

yes, I'm in class, but it ends in 5. I'll call you after

---

"I already found a tenant. She's moving in on Saturday, so I must leave tomorrow the latest."

"Wow, that was quick. Well, I don’t have any classes left today, so it's totally up to you. If you think you have too much stuff, we can ask someone else for help too. I'm sure Kim would be happy to join in, or maybe Castiel...."

What an idiot! I already forgot how big of a crush she had on him. It was partly the reason she was so hard on me. She misinterpreted my friendship with him as something more, and jealousy is never a good advisor.

Either the static of the phone helped hide the tone of her voice, or she was over him by now, as she replied completely unfazed.

"The two of us should be enough, I don't have that many belongings. See you tomorrow afternoon."

"That's perfect for me, alright. I'll meet you at your place. "

---

She was right, even with just the two of us we finished sooner than I expected. We talked while moving the boxes, to help pass the time. Only lighthearted topics came up, but it wasn’t the kind of small talk that makes even silence comfortable compared to it. I offered to leave once we were done with the actual relocation, to let her unpack alone, but Amber insisted I stay. She put on some music, and fished out a bottle of champagne from one of the cabinets.

"I bought this for Nath on our last birthday, although I know he’s not much of a drinker. It would be a shame if this got spoilt, am I right?"

I laughed a little while shrugging. "Well, I don’t think Nath would be mad…"

Amber unscrewed the bottle, and shook her head.

"You know what, I don’t want to talk about him. He made his own choices, whatever we think about them. I worry for him, and I know you do too, but he’s not a child." She handed me a glass, and took a sip from her own. "I’m sure two young ladies such as us can find a thousand better topics to discuss."

I couldn’t help but laugh, not missing to notice her wink in the meantime. I didn’t know what to add, so I took my glass, thankful for the "alibi" for not speaking.

"Soo… what are you going to do once you graduate? There’s not much time left until the end of your studies if I recall correctly."

"I never actually got this far when I was making plans for my future."

It was Amber’s turn to laugh, though she was more cynical than me.

"I get that, I didn’t plan this ahead either. When I started, I received two photoshoot offers for each one I did. I thought I was one of the few people who are lucky enough to skyrocket their career right from the beginning. Guess I was wrong."

Little by little, I had already finished my glass by then, and I felt a small confidence boost. I sat next to Amber, hugging her shoulders with my arm.

"I’m not speaking from experience of course, but I’m sure it’s normal to have ups and downs. The things we see in movies are romanticized, it’s never easy in real life."

I was so caught up in trying to comfort her that I didn’t even notice when she refilled both of our glasses.

"Yeah, I can second that. It’s never easy in real life…"

Maybe I was imagining things, but I had the impression that she was avoiding my gaze as she spoke.

I tried to recall all occasions we were together like this. Those late night phone talks, those seemingly meaningless strolls in the park, those "study dates" that always ended up being gossip afternoons. I never noticed until now, but sometimes she would mention her feelings of loneliness and being lost. I always thought she was the kind of social, confident, strong woman that they write motivational articles about in the newspaper. But I realised that it wasn’t only me who started spending more and more time with her; I also took up a bigger part of her life now than I did before. And while I wasn’t sure how she felt about this, I certainly knew how I did.

Mostly thanks to the liquid courage that the now three glasses of champagne gave me, I leaned in, half hopeful, half scared of her reaction. Amber didn’t pull away, and after a few seconds even put down her glass to place her hand on my thigh. Our kiss deepened, and I felt a sense of calm wash over me: whatever confusion I was going through in my life with my studies ending, my unknown future incoming, but also the consequences of Nath’s past threatening to reach Amber and me as well, now I knew I wasn’t alone with it.

Dykecember challenge

my writing

requests: open (rules for requesting)

My Candy Love masterlist

Eldarya masterlist

rules for requesting

generally:

not necessarily a “rule”, but please check out my masterlist before requesting something, so you won’t ask for something I have already written

I often share prompt lists you can choose from, but I’ll always write how many prompts one can request per occasion. please respect this number

do not send me an ask in a private message. my askbox is right here; if it’s closed, then I won’t write your request anyway

I will write:

NSFW: I am fine with lighter smut, anything beyond that I can’t guarantee that I’ll accept (feel free to still ask though, that never hurt anyone)

mentions of triggering subjects: I don’t have any triggers that I know of right now, though this is something that can always change of course

original character(s): be prepared that in these cases I need more information than a simple ask, so I will most likely dm you for details. if you’re not comfortable with that / would like to stay anonymous, try to include everything you think might be important in one ask

I won’t write:

pedophilia, rape / dubious con, incest

fandoms:

a non-exhaustive list of the fandoms I accept requests from

My Candy Love

My Candy Love NewGen

Eldarya

Moonlight Lovers

Sweet Elite

Kortia

Last Legacy

Choices (any book that came out until / in 2021)

Blooming Panic

I just found this, and although I maybe won't be able to do it daily until my exams are over, this would be the perfect chance for me to get back into writing!

Dykecember!

For the month of December I'll be doing my own little version of ink/kinktober and writing nothing but lesbian ficlets for the whole month.

Here's the prompt list I'll be working off and anyone who also wants to participate in any way or work off the prompt list themselves should feel free to do so

reposting here, because it also concerns this blog

I see now that I still have requests in my askbox... from years ago. wow! I'll finish them, and then I'll see what the future brings

btw yeah. I guess I'm back?

I slowly (re?)introduced myself to mcl when the halloween event dropped and realised that I deeply miss the original one (and technically, I've also never finished it LMFAO thank you ap system). I'm playing new gen, and although I have some prejudices about it, I like it for now

I have no idea if I have anyone left on my writing blog who would read if I wrote again and I also have no idea what I would write again about! I don't know the characters of the newgen well enough for that yet, I don't play (and don't even plan on playing) other games, and as for old mcl.... yeah

but in any case, if for nothing else but just for myself, I'll probably accompany my journey of mcl here again, and if / when creativity strikes, I'll also write it out here :)

REBLOG if you have amazing talented artist friends!

daily reminder to reblog stuff you love and want others to see as well (art, writing, anything). this isn't instagram, liking is not enough

also that's what gives creators a bigger audience which is the most important thing besides our creativity that we depend on

wtf i didn't know there was a fast rb thing

Wild West AU (bandit!Castiel & sheriff!Nath)

@naiinaii thank you for enduring my rants about this stupid, stupid hc

Castiel is an orphan, the banker's wife finds him and decides to take him in. he is brought up along the banker's own son, Nathaniel. the two boys are roughly the same age, maybe Nathaniel being a bit older. they grow up together, and while it was never a secret before them that they are not blood brothers, they treated each other as such

when they got older (15~17), Castiel started getting into smaller troubles here and there; not paying the baker, breaking the carriage that was trusted to him, doing all kinds of inappropriate things with the well-mannered little ladies in town

rumour said that he got into bad company one night, and now he joined them. lighting the mayor's house on fire, causing chaos at the carnival, occasionally theft

this caused a divide between Castiel and his adoptive family; while Nathaniel wanted to redeem him, his parents (especially his father) didn't even want to hear his opinion. when he felt like Castiel stepped over a line, he kicked him out without a second thought. Castiel laughed in his face "like I need your help anymore"

for years, the two boys have not met. Castiel continued the journey he started as a young man, while Nathaniel became a town marshal to clean the stain on his family's name. every single day, he'd see his old brother's face on the 'wanted' signs, wondering what went wrong

Castiel didn't stay in one place; he roamed the wild west, along a group of bandits, becoming notorious criminals. he promised himself never to return to the old town he grew up in. he caused a lot of troubles there, sometimes even people he loved (even if he denied it). he will keep himself out of their lives, that's the least he can do

he sees that he must break his promise though when a new line is built near his hometown. trains aren't the easiest to rob, but in case of success, the loot usually makes up for it. he can't betray his associates, but he also fears from returning

they have done it thousands of times. they assign the roles, take their places, and wait for their part to come. Castiel himself got the role of bait; with a smaller part of the takings, he's supposed to flee south, attracting the attention from his companions as they take the majority of the loot. there was one thing he wasn't prepared for though: with the old sheriff stepping down, Nathaniel was elected as the new one

Nathaniel expected Castiel and co. to be interested in the freshly built railway, and he knew what was the right thing to do, he only wasn't sure if he could follow through. hell, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to

picture this: Castiel and Nathaniel, standing a few steps apart from each other, eyes fixated on the other one quite homoerotic if you ask me, but let's move on

"who will I arrest today? friend or foe?" "no one. I know your tricks, you can't catch me" THE FEELINGS

everyone is free to interpret what happens later on, but I'd like to think Nathaniel lets Castiel go (maybe ask him to never return, with aching heart, but knowing this is probably for the best u_u)

promised, so I'll deliver. it's extremely cursed and I don't make much Sense, but I hope you guys will like it

not me sitting in one place for 5 mins, listening to the car radio and then suddenly being inspired to write a bandit!Castiel & sheriff!Nath story

someone help me get my life together

in case someone doesn't follow my side acc and hasn't noticed, I recently got into a new game called Last Legacy (blame @dreamtydraw for making me obsessed btw). I added it to my list of fandoms on the "rules" page, and now that I was already there, I slightly updated it as well

sorry for the disappearance, but new stuff is coming this way!

Valentine's Day event 2022 - continuation (NSFW)

the story is set in the love interests' pov, and neither their gender, not their identity is mentioned; so you can imagine anyone you want there (if you want to, you can even imagine Candy is with one of the older routes / Eric / anyone else, who has a mouth. lol)

it was long ago since I've last written smut, so I know it's not really good, but whatever

(also, for the sake of simplicity, let's forget about Nath's handcuffs)

Words: 710

A kiss on her mouth, then one on her cheek, her neck, going lower and lower until I've reached her chest. I was the one who brought up the idea of this 'sweet' lovemaking, but I still couldn't wrap my mind around her actually accepting it. Candy arched her back, allowing me to lick the chocolate more freely, as I cupped her breasts through her lingerie, caressing them with my thumbs. With my help, she had already got rid of the majority of her clothes, but I insisted on keeping her underwear on.

"Don't be so impatient, we will throw that away as well soon enough" I winked at her when she asked me about it. She only replied with a blush, finally lowering down onto the mattress, giving over to me.

When I was done with covering up the chocolate from between her breasts, one of my hands left its place and roamed her body lower, until it arrived on her thigh. I went back to her neck, slightly sinking my teeth into her soft skin while my hand slowly but surely found her panties. Not removing it yet, my fingers started pressing against her clit, successfully earning a short huff from her.

"My love, are you eager for the continuation? Tell me, what do you want..."

Candy must have found it hard to answer properly, as my fingers finally drew the fancy lace away, and I pushed two inside her. After all these years, I already knew how to find that one spot, how to rub over that one sensitive bud, how to make her knees tremble and take away her breath for a quick moment. I pressed a kiss on the hickey my lips had left behind on her neck, observing my creation as I urged her to answer.

"So? What is it?"

I let her get regain control of her breathing, but when I saw her open her mouth to answer, I added a third finger, deepening my position inside her.

"Mm- your mouth.." she finally pressed out.

"Your wish is my command."

As suddenly as my fingers entered her, they disappeared now, only to grab her underwear and take them off. With a final wink, I lowered my head, leaving a trail of kisses along the way. Reaching for the small pot of melted chocolate beside the bed, I poured some of it on Candy's inner thigh, then started licking it up, going back to caressing her breast and neck with my hands. I started at her knees, making my way higher. When I reached her clit, I heard her let out a soft moan and my heart skipped a beat, pulling me out of my current state for a minute, reminding me about how precious she is to me. My tongue entering her, I listened to the melody of her voice, eventually getting stronger as I lapped her out. My hands resting on her hip, and hers entangled in my hair, I didn't stop even for a minute, focused on my goal of making her reach her climax. I still had some ideas lingering in my mind, other things we could play with in the bed, but I decided to put them away for another time.

Given how little time we could spend with each other lately, especially like this, it wasn't long before her moans changed depth, instead of pure pleasure indicating that she was nearing the top now. The hold on my hair tightened, thighs pressing harder around me, not letting me leave my position from between her legs. The moment arrived, pleasure washing over her, her juice flowing out, mixing with the little remainder of chocolate in my mouth. Not breaking eye contact, I cleaned her up as much as I could, Candy slightly trembling below me.

When the aftershock finally passed, she untangled her hands from my hair and instead started caressing my face. I pressed a kiss on her stomach, climbing the bed so that I was lying next to her.

"Is that what you wanted, hm?"

Candy didn't reply right away, just smiled.

"I thought about something slightly different.... maybe I could show you?"

With a laugh, she hovered over me, "this night is going to be long".

not me sitting in one place for 5 mins, listening to the car radio and then suddenly being inspired to write a bandit!Castiel & sheriff!Nath story

someone help me get my life together

This wasn't the first time (Candy x Amber)

someone asked for our fave non-canon lesbians in @marycecilyy's askbox and I realised that oh boy, do I actually love women. so I decided to try and break my writer's block with this lil fluffy something. thank you @louis-ratking for always being so kind and supportive <3

Words: 975

TW: there are a few mentions of Amber's ED. they aren't in the focus of the story, but be cautious if this theme can upset you

Candy's P. O. V.

"Are you even paying attention to me?!"

Amber was lying on her stomach next to me, a laptop before us on the ground. This wasn't the first time I invited her over to my dorm room to spend time with her. My excuses were always the same: for Nathaniel and Castiel, I'd say that I'm keeping her close so that I can see if she eats enough; for Amber herself, I never went into details. I'd just ask her if she's interested in watching a movie, going skating or doing anything together, and to my greatest luck, she always just said 'yes' without any questions.

I snapped back into reality and tried to focus on what was happening in front of me. Amber went into a detailed theory about how the protagonist is going to come back and save the day yet again... I loved watching her when she was like this. Her face slightly blushed from the enthusiasm, she relied on her palm while gesturing with the other one, paying respect to her Italian origins. But now she was staring at me, her brows furrowed with anger when she realised I wasn't listening to her.

"Don't worry, I'm definitely paying attention." I decided to play it cocky. Maybe she'd play along.

"Oh." As I was expecting, she caught up, dropping her voice to a whisper. "And do you like what you see?" She put her other hand down now, but... on the other side of my neck, towering over me effectively.

This wasn't the first time I invited her over to my dorm room to spend time with her. This wasn't the first time we ended up like this. We were a lot more than friends, and I think others were starting to realise it as well. But in my room, it was only the two of us, and I was curious about the continuation.

Her lips started their slow descend towards mine. I was already a bit impatient, but I knew that it would simply make the game longer, so I waited. Just when she became dangerously close, when I could feel her soft breath over my lips, when I could see the little light brown spots in her eyes that were glued to mine... she stopped.

"What...?"

Amber straightened up as fast as lightning, the sound of her heartwarming chuckle, sweet as honey, ringing in my ears. I let out a groan, while trying to cover my flustered face with the aid of my hair.

"You have to do something special to deserve a kiss from me" she winked at me when I was finally able to look up from my lap.

"Such as?" My palm found its way to her thigh. To my much surprise, she didn't snatch it away immediately. She stopped laughing, but the playfulness didn't disappear from her eyes.

"Gosh, you're so out of my league" I sighed dramatically, noticing how she didn't answer me.

"And you're so out of your mind". She rolled her eyes. "What even makes you think that?"

"Because it's simply the truth." I had a hard time hiding my smile. "You're breathtakingly beautiful, painfully young and so, so not singola."

"You say that I'm young like you're not a 20-something university student." She tried to look hurt, but I noticed that she slightly blushed when I called her beautiful. "Also, please stop bringing up my 'boyfriend'. You know it's not a real relationship."

"If you want me to shut up, you have to make me."

"Screw you."

"I'm okay with that, too."

There was a short pause here. I was looking at her, hoping she would take up the challenge. And for the second time today, she reacted the way I wanted.

Before I could even register what was happening, her lips were finally on mine, lighting my whole body on fire. We didn't go any further for now, only our faces glued together, my hands enveloping her cold ones.

"Where did your thirst for adventure disappear so suddenly?" she asked when we pulled away, resting our foreheads against each other's.

I wanted to say 'I thirst for something completely different' but that was a bit too bold even for me. I rather pulled her face close again, lying down on the floor, taking her with me.

I don't know how much time we spent there like that; tongues intertwined, arms holding the other one so close no one could tell where one body ends and the other starts, legs brushing against each other. My fingers found their way under her top, caressing her stomach. Suddenly I could only think about how she denies food from that stomach, how her ribs are so easily palpable under the thin layer of her skin. My heart squished with worry and love for her, and she must have sensed the change in my mood, because she pulled away once again.

"What's the matter, amore?" I couldn't help but smile. Weaving random words from her native language into our conversations was a silly little game of ours, but she didn't play it with anyone else besides me, so I felt unique.

"You know how much I love you, right?"

"Mhmm."

"I wish I knew how to win you over."

"You don't need that knowledge anyway, you have already done that, in case you haven't noticed."

We both laughed at this, still lying on the floor.

"Would you go out with me?" The hope in my voice was too perceptible, but I didn't care. She can know how desperate I am.

"You have to do something special to deserve that" she replied without missing a beat, but it didn't seem like even she believed herself.

"I'll keep not listening to your rants, then." I pressed a short kiss on her cheek, letting her stubbornness defeat me for now.

do you have any fic of amberxcandy? btw i love your fics <3

Heyy! Unfortunately, I dont have any Amber fics. What I do have, though, is this CandyxYael fic!

If you type "masterlist" on my search bar you'll also find a list of all my works!!!

Xoxo

first of all, happy new year everyone!

I wanted to say this much earlier, though I don't even know if there's much point in me announcing anything. from having almost 200 followers and being active on a daily basis, I went to my current state where no one even reads what I post, but I need to let it out

many things happened in 2021. I know it wasn't an easy years for anyone, so I'm not saying this as an excuse. I have no excuse for isolating myself completely from Tumblr on some days, and not writing anything even on my "good" ones either

I only wanted to say that I'm not giving this account up. I'm slowly but surely catching up on Eldarya, and MCL seems to come back to life with the announcement of this Alternate Life (and who knows, I'm very much looking towards other fandoms as well.....), so I'll still be here

my first priority is finally answering those thousand-years-old requests I got while being absent, and then I'll try the angst writing challenge again (I had many exams + family stuff + I managed to get sick in December, so that's why I couldn't continue after the first day). any kind of kind or reassuring comment will be appreciated, but of course no one is forced :)

have a great 2022, may everyone find their peace again

as a little note: I know that I have a few requests sitting in my inbox, but don't worry! I'll write them all eventually, I simply used to be (and kinda still am....) overwhelmed with school + I have this "angst writing challenge" going on right now. but as soon as possible, I'll reply to everyone ^^

😢😢😢 your writing made it, it's very sad

ahah, well 😅 that's partly what I was going for. I haven't really written angst so far, so I don't have much experience in it, I was afraid that it would be too "flat". so I'm kinda glad that someone was touched by it! don't take this the wrong way please I hope that you are fine though, because as much as it's a great way for me to practice, I wouldn't want to trigger anyone ^^

day 1 - moving out (Candy x unspecified LI)

Words: 443

TW: the story happens after Candy's husband (I didn't specify who) passes away. there aren't any mentions about how he died; but still read with caution if this subject can upset you

Candy's P. O. V.

"Ma'am, are we free to go, is everything set now?"

I didn't pay attention to the question, still standing in the doorway, sweeping the empty room with my eyes. It was hard to take in the view: my brain filled in the void with the rugs, furnitures, pictures, newspaper on the table, the TV....

"....ma'am?"

I turned towards the young man in front of me; he was working for a professional decluttering company, the very one I called to help me get rid of some of my belongings. My heart ached to let go of certain things, but I couldn't possibly take everything with me to my new flat. The only real love in my life left my side, and I couldn't bear to live alone in the same house that was once filled with his laughter and voice.

I hoped that the organiser would impute me not hearing him to my old age, and nodded. "Yes, everything is on the truck, you can go. Thank you for your help."

He curtly said goodbye, then left, taking his favourite armchair, his desk, his-

The thought of raining on a day like this being cliché flashed through my mind, when I realised that it was my own tear that wetted my face. I thought that I had got over it by now; isn't grief supposed to last for only a few months? That's what all of my friends told me, at least. That it will be better, that I will eventually forget about him, that life will overgrow the pain...

When will it dull?

I walked back to my own car. There was nothing else I could do, the whole house is empty besides few things that the owners-to-be liked and bought. My accidental prediction became true after all; when it was already dark - so dark that the world outside my car's light seemed non-existent - I noticed some drops on the wind-shield. One, two, five, and many, many more. They imitated my tears that started falling once again, and I had to pull over to calm down. There were two images in my mind, never disappearing: one showed the house the way it once was, full of life when the grandchildren visited, being a safe heaven for them; and one showed its present state, the walls ripped from the family photos covering them, the wooden floor naked without the carpets warming them, the dark rooms with all the light taken away from there.

An image of life, and an image of death. A painful reminder of the past, and the truthfully cold present.

And I couldn't decide which one hurt more to see.

"The grief does not go away. It doesn’t go away, life just grows around lit. First, there is nothing but loss. All the time. It breaks up body and soul sharply, without mercy. You have to go crazy, you have to perish in pain. We feel like there's no more. With such an absence, such a large void, it is no longer possible to live. Then life goes on. Time goes on stubbornly. Suddenly the moment will come — it will only become clear later — when it no longer hurts without stopping. Breathing spaces start to take place in the flow of torment that was thought unstoppable. Minutes when you can pay attention to something else. Little islands. Then there will be more and more of these. Suddenly we find that the morning, the boundary between dream and wakefulness is no longer broken by the icy realization that they are no more. Then, sometimes we can smile when we think, "Hm, I remember how funny it was when....!" Memories no longer bring pain, but gratitude that they were here. Over time, there will be new joy, there will be new momentum. There will be plans and new desires. There will be peace and forgiveness, but grief will not diminish, it will not decrease. Life grows around it."

30 day angst writing challenge

hello everyone! in December, I will (try to, lol) complete this challenge. I already have some ideas for some of the prompts, but feel free to send me any prompt with the character(s) you'd like to read about!

(I will post everything on the corresponding day, so don't be surprised if you don't get your one-shot immediately :D)

fandoms: My Candy Love, Eldarya

Do you have any other writing challenges?? I saw the comfort/fluff thingy one

I do! I’m a bit short on ideas for writing challenges (I love making them though) so if there’s any specific challenge you’d like, let me know!

Welcome to the 30 day angst writing challenge!

Moving out.

The consequences of a failed attempt of self sacrifice.

The last straw.

“We need to talk”

The suspicious return of an ex.

The reveal of a dark secret.

Addiction.

“You’re so focused on your goals that you left us all behind!”

Goodbye phone call.

“I can’t believe I trusted you”

Fighting before an accident.

Nightmares.

“We’re better off as friends”

Crashing a wedding.

House fire.

“Youre late! You’re always late”

Turning down a proposal.

“You let this happen to him”

Panic attack.

Memory loss.

Brainwashing.

“Stop acting like you don’t matter!”

“You’re not who I thought you were”

Shattered dreams.

Conflict of beliefs / opinions.

Reunited years later after a bad goodbye / break up.

“Just hold me”

Shifting the blame.

Visiting a grave.

“I’ve never hated someone as much as I hate you”

Also see:

Angst Prompts and Oneliners

50 Ways To Say I Hate You

Other writing challenges:

30 day fluff challenge

30 day AU challenge

February Writing challenge

11, 13 and 14 ^^

well uh, this ask has been sitting in my askbox for many months now and I didn't receive another ask saying who should I write about, so I took poetic freedom and chose Armin as my subject >:] I'm terribly sorry for disappearing again, hopefully this will be to your liking! it turned out a bit short, but I'm kinda proud of myself as I've been very inactive lately lmao

11. bathing / showering

Armin probably likes to shower "femininely" - the water must be as hot as possible, 3/4 of the time is just spent staring at the wall and thinking about life, and it's a special occasion if he finishes faster than half an hour

it's also not rare that he brings his phone with him and blasts some music (maybe he even sings along, but you do not want to hear that)

he absolutely adores showering with Candy, though I'd imagine that they aren't able to do it much, as their sleep patterns most likely differ (hence they shower at different times as well)

when they do manage to shower together, it very rarely turns into khm.... something else. they tried it out once or twice, but they found it more awkward and funny than sexy

Armin really enjoys cleaning Candy, and it's even better when the favour is returned. if they are bathing, I can even imagine them to try out different kinds of bath salts and bath bombs

13. soft spot / weakness

he would never tell anyone, but he's very, very ticklish. and not just in the "mainstream" parts, even in strange places, like his knees, the back of his neck or his ankles

also, not a "physical" weakness, but chocolate. this man loves his stomach very much, and he'd probably trade his kidneys for some sweets or junk food

on a more serious note, he tries to play things cool most of the time, but he does tend to be overprotective of his loved ones, let that be Alexy, Candy or anyone else close enough to him

14. pregnancy / birth