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CuriousAfter an eight month lull in their sex life, Chuck decides to ask Tina about her sexual fantasies. Neither one of them anticipated that it would become a reality. What started as an idea to spice up their sex life has awakened things in them they never knew existed.
His magic was weak; he could still feel it coursing through his veins, faint but still present. But using it at the vet clinic had taken more of a toll on him than he initially thought it would. It would be weeks, possibly longer, before he would be strong enough to use it again without a wand. That was assuming that resting would be enough to gain his strength back. He had heard of wizards losing their magic after having gone without a wand for too long, but none of them had ever used any magic at all after they’d lost their wands. He had at least consistently performed the animagi charm both nonverbally and wandlessly. In theory, that had been what was sustaining his magic now.
Penny had been bustling around her flat since early that morning, cleaning it seemed, while he sat in the sitting room, staring up at the glass case above the mantle. He needed to get that bloody thing open, quickly. The sooner he could begin getting used to the wand, not to mention letting it get to know him, the better. He thought he could have another go at opening the case as soon as Penny left again. She had mentioned going to view the room where she would be defending her work, whatever that meant, which meant that he, Sirius, would have some time alone in her flat.
Try to avoid formatting while you’re drafting — it’s a distraction.
Your first draft will never look the same as your final one, so formatting takes you away from the important business of writing. For many writers, it’s the reason they struggle to get words on the page.
The war had begun the moment Harry had begun his participation in the TriWizard’s Tournament, whether anyone had been willing to acknowledge it or not. And now that Voldemort was back in a rudimentary body, the Order was in full swing with rallying up allies with the hope that this time it would truly make a difference. The dissimilarities between the first Wizarding War and the one that was nearly in a full rage was narrow. There was, of course, Harry Potter — The Boy Who Lived — which should have been a point to the cause of the Order, but seemed to be balanced by the fact that one member of the Order could not do his part due to being hunted by the Ministry of Magic. And given that he had never been very good at following orders, you had been tasked to an assignment that, in your opinion, did little for the war effort.
Sirius let out a long exhale, his long, curly hair dangling off the edge of the sofa, his feet propped up on the back of it, crossed at the ankles. “I’m bored.”
Rolling your eyes, you took a deep, silent breath, your hands occupied with the wooden spoon you were whittling as you arched a brow at him. “You’re still singing that song after all these years, Black?”
Babysitting Sirius Black had not exactly been your idea of a proper use of your time. You should’ve been out in the field, rounding up support for the war that was fast approaching. But Dumbledore had been clear; he was tired of having to worry about Sirius leaving Grimmauld Place, even if it was to see his godson. The Ministry was still far too interested in tracking him down, and them doing so was simply not good for the Order. Thus here you were, in the Black Family parlour, sitting in the armchair by the fireplace while Sirius lay upside down on the sofa, his toes pointed toward the ceiling.
“It’s a classic, YLN,” he answered, a light smirk tugging the corner of his lips.
“Why not read a book?”
“I’ve read every book worth my attention in this blasted house.”
“We could play a round of Exploding Snaps,” you offered.
He rolled his head to one side, narrowing his eyes at you. “Do I look like a second year?”
“There must be something you can occupy your time with,” you said, blowing wood shavings off the wooden spoon beginning to take shape.
He turned himself right side up, scooting closer to you as his elbows came to rest on his knees. “There is one thing I can think of.”
Thanks to @myheadsgonenumb for the tag. I've really only worked on a request for a Dr Zachary Smith oneshot for the NSFW prompts I posted a few weeks ago and it's turning into a whole-ass episode of The Orville I feel 🤧. Here's a bit of what I have so far:
“Doctor, I’m not sure if you heard the announcement, but we need all hands prepping stations for first contact. You’ll be a member of the landing par —”
“Yes, yes, I heard you,” he replied, waving a dismissive hand without once looking up at you.
“And yet, your team hasn’t begun to prep the med bay.”
“You’re blaming me for their incompetence?” he asked, finally looking at you.
“As their commanding officer, it’s your job to —”
“I know what my job is, Captain.”
You arched a brow at him. “Do you? Because it seems for the last year that you’ve been on this crew your time has been consumed with sulking like a spoiled child who had his candy taken from him.” You took a step closer to his desk until the edge was barely pressed into the legs of your trousers. “May I remind you, Doctor, that the United World Governments would’ve been in their right to send you to Lastrites for what you did on Jupiter II. As far as I’m concerned, you’re only here due to their willingness to have mercy.” You put a little more bass in your voice. “Now get up and instruct your team to prepare for first contact. I expect you to be in the shuttle hangar in five minutes.”
The corner of his lips curled into an amused smirk as he looked you over. “Very well, Captain.”
His plan was simple; break into the pet clinic and get rid of his blood sample, though what he would do once they realized it was gone, he had no idea. Still, the healer had said that it would be close to a week before they would be able to test it. That bought him at least some time before they would begin to wonder where the sample had been misplaced. Now he would just need to wait for Penny to go to sleep so that he could sneak away without her noticing. She had been staying up quite late the last two nights, working on that distoration she often spoke about. Apparently she was nearly finished, which he imagined must have been a relief as it was quite a thick stack of writing she had been working on.
“I’m starting to see double,” she said to herself, setting her stack on the coffee table and standing as she stretched. The bottom of her shirt rose enough that a sliver of her lower stomach was briefly exposed.
Padfoot couldn’t help but stare as the bit of skin appeared then far too quickly disappeared from his view. He realized just then how long it had been since he had desired someone. Of course, there was nothing he could do about it now. As far as Penny knew, he was just a stray dog, and in just a few weeks, he would be leaving her. It would do him no good to entertain any sort of attraction. Nor would it suit him to allow it to develop beyond that. Still, he quite enjoyed looking at her, she was certainly a more welcomed face than the guards at Azkaban.
The war had begun the moment Harry had begun his participation in the TriWizard’s Tournament, whether anyone had been willing to acknowledge it or not. And now that Voldemort was back in a rudimentary body, the Order was in full swing with rallying up allies with the hope that this time it would truly make a difference. The dissimilarities between the first Wizarding War and the one that was nearly in a full rage was narrow. There was, of course, Harry Potter — The Boy Who Lived — which should have been a point to the cause of the Order, but seemed to be balanced by the fact that one member of the Order could not do his part due to being hunted by the Ministry of Magic. And given that he had never been very good at following orders, you had been tasked to an assignment that, in your opinion, did little for the war effort.
Sirius let out a long exhale, his long, curly hair dangling off the edge of the sofa, his feet propped up on the back of it, crossed at the ankles. “I’m bored.”
Rolling your eyes, you took a deep, silent breath, your hands occupied with the wooden spoon you were whittling as you arched a brow at him. “You’re still singing that song after all these years, Black?”
Babysitting Sirius Black had not exactly been your idea of a proper use of your time. You should’ve been out in the field, rounding up support for the war that was fast approaching. But Dumbledore had been clear; he was tired of having to worry about Sirius leaving Grimmauld Place, even if it was to see his godson. The Ministry was still far too interested in tracking him down, and them doing so was simply not good for the Order. Thus here you were, in the Black Family parlour, sitting in the armchair by the fireplace while Sirius lay upside down on the sofa, his toes pointed toward the ceiling.
“It’s a classic, YLN,” he answered, a light smirk tugging the corner of his lips.
“Why not read a book?”
“I’ve read every book worth my attention in this blasted house.”
“We could play a round of Exploding Snaps,” you offered.
He rolled his head to one side, narrowing his eyes at you. “Do I look like a second year?”
“There must be something you can occupy your time with,” you said, blowing wood shavings off the wooden spoon beginning to take shape.
He turned himself right side up, scooting closer to you as his elbows came to rest on his knees. “There is one thing I can think of.”
No "show results", if you're not a fanfic writer just be patient.
I saw a post about an anon saying it was embarrasing to have an ao3 account in your 30s (it's absolutely not), so I want to do a poll and see what the age range actually is.
I've been resource gathering for YEARS so now I am going to share my dragons hoard
Floorplanner. Design and furnish a house for you to use for having a consistent background in your comic or anything! Free, you need an account, easy to use, and you can save multiple houses.
Comparing Heights. Input the heights of characters to see what the different is between them. Great for keeping consistency. Free.
Magma. Draw online with friends in real time. Great for practice or hanging out. Free, paid plan available, account preferred.
SketchDaily. Lots of pose references, massive library, is set on a timer so you can practice quick figure drawing. Free.
SculptGL. A sculpting tool which I am yet to master, but you should be able to make whatever 3d object you like with it. free.
Pexels. Free stock images. And the search engine is actually pretty good at pulling up what you want.
Figurosity. Great pose references, diverse body types, lots of "how to draw" videos directly on the site, the models are 3d and you can rotate the angle, but you can't make custom poses or edit body proportions. Free, account option, paid plans available.
Line of Action. More drawing references, this one also has a focus on expressions, hands/feet, animals, landscapes. Free.
Animal Photo. You pose a 3d skull model and select an animal species, and they give you a bunch of photo references for that animal at that angle. Super handy. Free.
Height Weight Chart. You ever see an OC listed as having a certain weight but then they look Wildly different than the number suggests? Well here's a site to avoid that! It shows real people at different weights and heights to give you a better idea of what these abstract numbers all look like. Free to use.
MapCrunch. Environment artists rejoice. Random locations, filter by indoor or outdoor, rural or urban, specific country. Great for realistic/authentic building ref.
The war had begun the moment Harry had begun his participation in the TriWizard’s Tournament, whether anyone had been willing to acknowledge it or not. And now that Voldemort was back in a rudimentary body, the Order was in full swing with rallying up allies with the hope that this time it would truly make a difference. The dissimilarities between the first Wizarding War and the one that was nearly in a full rage was narrow. There was, of course, Harry Potter — The Boy Who Lived — which should have been a point to the cause of the Order, but seemed to be balanced by the fact that one member of the Order could not do his part due to being hunted by the Ministry of Magic. And given that he had never been very good at following orders, you had been tasked to an assignment that, in your opinion, did little for the war effort.
Sirius let out a long exhale, his long, curly hair dangling off the edge of the sofa, his feet propped up on the back of it, crossed at the ankles. “I’m bored.”
Rolling your eyes, you took a deep, silent breath, your hands occupied with the wooden spoon you were whittling as you arched a brow at him. “You’re still singing that song after all these years, Black?”
Babysitting Sirius Black had not exactly been your idea of a proper use of your time. You should’ve been out in the field, rounding up support for the war that was fast approaching. But Dumbledore had been clear; he was tired of having to worry about Sirius leaving Grimmauld Place, even if it was to see his godson. The Ministry was still far too interested in tracking him down, and them doing so was simply not good for the Order. Thus here you were, in the Black Family parlour, sitting in the armchair by the fireplace while Sirius lay upside down on the sofa, his toes pointed toward the ceiling.
“It’s a classic, YLN,” he answered, a light smirk tugging the corner of his lips.
“Why not read a book?”
“I’ve read every book worth my attention in this blasted house.”
“We could play a round of Exploding Snaps,” you offered.
He rolled his head to one side, narrowing his eyes at you. “Do I look like a second year?”
“There must be something you can occupy your time with,” you said, blowing wood shavings off the wooden spoon beginning to take shape.
He turned himself right side up, scooting closer to you as his elbows came to rest on his knees. “There is one thing I can think of.”
Some writers: *meticulously plan out every plot point and the tone and meanings before they start writing*
Me:
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