For Anyone Reading The Sweetest Sting, The Hot Chapter Is Coming (heh) But It'll Be On Thursday. I Was

For anyone reading The Sweetest Sting, the hot chapter is coming (heh) but it'll be on Thursday. I was distracted by boops all day yesterday when I should have been editing, and I'm gonna be distracted tomorrow with the new episodes and my beloved Max. So Thursday it is. Sorry for the delay!

The Sweetest Sting Ch 10

MC/Lewie/Marshall/Ozzy villa smut fic

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Rora is sad. Marshall has an idea. A wonderful, awful idea. Lewie is on board. Ozzy makes an appearance. This is 28 pages (12,522 words) of smut. If you've made it this far into the story... you're a trooper and you deserve this.

Only two more chapters to go!

Gurgkljdiwl flkiennrls kxlkow. xxkkj!!!!!!

I genuinely got short of breath when I saw this. It's PERFECTION. Ugh god I love his stupid hair and bad tattoo. Yeah he's a cheater and liar, but I CAN FIX HIM.

I miss S1 so much 😭

Talented friends are being talented 😍 @libelle949 so kindly stepped away from Jin to draw our favourite fuckboy for me 🥰 (despite her not taking art requests anymore) & I can't stop screaming about it!!!

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Can't decide whether to stare at his disgustingly beautiful face, his ridiculous boyband hair or his arms which would definitely crush me 🥵🥵🥵

Different anon here, but I hope everyone sees Ratmelia for who she is. I just want islanders to find out what she did to Lewie and they realise what an awful human being she is. (hope this ask was okay without giving anything away.)

Ratmelia never fails to make me laugh 🤣

It's always okay to send a kind ask! I appreciate you taking the time. I am still cleaning up some stuff for the next chapter, so I'll think about it. If there's a way I can integrate a little comeuppance, I will, but so far, I just haven't found the right space for it.

Thank you for the ask!

God, I fucking love her more than I've ever loved another human.

The Tortured Poets Department Prologue

At this hearing I stand before my fellow members of the Tortured Poets Department With a summary of my findings A debrief, a detailed rewinding For the purpose of warning For the sake of reminding

As you might all unfortunately recall I had been struck by a case of a restricted humanity Which explains my plea here today of temporary i n s a n i t y

You see, the pendulum swings Oh, the chaos it brings Leads the caged beast to do the most curious things

Lovers spent years denying what's ill fated Resentment rotting away galaxies we created

Stars placed and glued meticulously by hand next to the ceiling fan

Tried wishing on comets. Tried dimming the shine. Tried to orbit his planet. Some stars never align.

And in one conversation, I tore down the whole sky.

Spring sprung forth with dazzling freedom hues Then a crash from the skylight bursting through Something old, someone hallowed, who told me he could be brand new

And so I was out of the oven and into the microwave Out of the slammer and into a tidal wave How gallant to save the empress from her gilded tower Swinging a sword he could barely lift But loneliness struck at that fateful hour Low hanging fruit on his wine stained lips

He never even scratched the surface of me.

None of them did.

"In summation, it was not a love affair!" I screamed while bringing my fists to my coffee ringed desk It was a mutual manic phase. It was self harm. It was house and then cardiac arrest.

A smirk creeps onto this poet's face Because it's the worst men that I write best.

And so I enter into evidence My tarnished coat of arms My muses, acquired like bruises My talismans and charms The tick, tick, tick of love bombs My veins of pitch black ink

All’s fair in love and poetry

Sincerely, The Chairman of The Tortured Poets Department