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Can you make with Ominis Gaunt and Sebastian Sallow? 👀 I would feel appreciated 🙏❤

Sorry for bothering you tho 😭

SLYTHERIN BOYS WITH AN ADHD!GF

Requested by: @lovemelikeyoulovemusic

A/N: ima slightly write it off my experience of adhd but remember that everyone’s adhd experience is different! 🫶🏾

Tom Riddle

You two are a good opposite duo 🫶🏾

He loves how you rant to him about anything really. He’s listening while somehow reading the book he has

When someone tries to tell you to be quiet. Immediately the room feels a chill.

He may not be pda like you, but he shows his caring side in a different light.

Mattheo Riddle

You like shenanigans, he does shenanigans.

You two are a match made in heaven! ☺️💗 honestly when you stim happily and tap your fingers around. Immediately he shows the same exact energy

He knows you can’t focus well, and shit he can’t either sometimes.

But he will always help you!

Theodore Nott

Is always interested in what you like

Could easily be distracted with you, as long as it doesn’t happen in class

He does find it creepy when you just stand there not blinking..for a long time.

Your sudden burst of energy always gives him serotonin.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Always gives you his hand when you need something to occupy yourself.

Your “out of no where mood swings” either of your period or just the random switch confuse him. But he is supportive.

He understands how you space out a lot and just think about things. He finds it adorable.

He understands how you can’t seem to focus. So he teaches you in a way that you are able to focus and memorize other than give up on you like idiots would.

Fix (warning: substances, abuse, enslavement, self harm, suicidal ideation)

Pile up my substances

I want control

Obey my captors

The same old, same old

Countless masters I serve

Superficial reality

Rinse and repeat

Lies I tell myself to fall asleep

Cut up my willpower

And sell it to a fallacy

I want my life back

Tell me it’s not too late

Don’t want to say goodbye

Sick of paying for mistakes

Hallway (warning: horror, death, blood, gore, violence)

The PA system boomed

“They’ve made it into the school.

Lock and barricade your current room.”

I was in the hallway.

A stampede of bodies arose,

Living turning to dead to decompose.

Frightened and running through pools,

Slipping on blood in the hallway.

Beings crammed behind doors,

Quasi train cars as hopeful shields from doom.

Fearful faces cowered from windows,

Hiding from monsters in the hallway.

The growls approached.

The claws made their presence known.

Limbs and organs covered the floor.

The monsters were hungry for more than those in the hallway.

Blood-Singed II (warning: addiction, body horror)

Burnt red wine

Slinking down to slender fingertips

As sweet blood

With bite.

Wholly tremoring

With a fragile gaze

And blurred existence.

Lovers

Velvet blood coursing through intertwining paths

Supported by ebony pillars of bone

Supporting us in dance.

Your tender flesh, your cradling warmth

Clasped around my waist

Like it was made for your hands to rest on.

My limbs hung over your shoulders, around your neck

Like a garland made to grace your collar,

Pull you closer,

Hold us together, lovers.

Night Choir

Night choir,

Songstresses of the dark,

Serenade with your warm melodies.

Soothing screech,

Piercing hum,

Smooth vibrato,

Harmonize with the lights—

Twinkle, fade.

Pink Kitchen Table (warning: illness)

The Advent wreath is erect but cockeyed; it wasn’t lit during the recent season. The pink kitchen table is littered with masks, bottles, medical notes; doctorly linguistics beside Latin religiousness. Sundays smell like medicines instead of makko-powdered ether, rosaries in the windowsill with therapy aids. Images of Christ surround a rented bed, a vessel for healing holding a vessel, weakened.

Advent wreath lit,

Pink kitchen table littered,

Latin Sundays smell like makko.

Rosaries with images of Christ surround,

A vessel for healing.

Advent wreath lit pink

Kitchen table like Sundays—

Vessel for healing.

18 (warning: suicidal thoughts)

Blow out the candles, darling.

You might make it to 18.

After all the nights crying

Through gritted teeth.

After the day you thought

That if you killed yourself

Their lives would be more pleasing.

Congratulations, darling.

You’re almost 18.

A Prayer of Joy ✝️

May joy come with the same ease

As your mother tongue,

Something learned so young

It’s almost intrinsic.

May the sun and rain both

Remind you of our true home,

Shining and pelting down from

Where some earlier folks referred to as Heaven.

May God bless you

For all of your days. Amen.

Trying to write decent erotica is crazy, like my notes for editing better not fall into the wrong hands. And it’s funny because when people see me handwriting notes while looking my laptop they always think I’m studying. I need to go back to sci fi.

Have I written every day since I made my schedule?

Yes.

Did on work on any of my wips?

No.

Did I start a new story and get way too invested?

Hell yeah!

I just made an actual schedule for what writing projects I should focus on each day for the next week. So that way I can hopefully make progress on my fic and on revising poems for my slam team at the same time. We’ll see if the adhd cooperates.

In my main wip, I don’t think there’s even a moment where Everyone is happy. Like if I’m in a good mood I might actually add a happy ending, or at least a nice little epilogue.

My characters are so happy right now :) Should I... ruin... everything?

I just made an actual schedule for what writing projects I should focus on each day for the next week. So that way I can hopefully make progress on my fic and on revising poems for my slam team at the same time. We’ll see if the adhd cooperates.

And you know what, we’re just not gonna talk about how many wips I’ve started lately. We’re just not gonna do it. And I’m definitely not coming up with world building for another one based on a tiktok.

I feel called out and I don’t like it

Hey, stop scrolling and start writing. The book ain't gonna write itself.

So my health, both mentally and physically, is a hot mess. But at least I’ve been writing

With me it’s always raising an eyebrow and/or nodding. Which results in my characters looking like smug bobble heads in every conversation

me while writing: ah yes, this character should do this, it feels so natural with what they're saying

me while editing: why the FUCK does he lean on the doorway SEVENTEEN TIMES IN THIS CHAPTER

And, unfortunately, yet again I’m convincing myself a dozen long writing projects is manageable

People who tell you not to write in bed are liars. They also should try writing on their phone.

No seriously, writing “I” and “me” is so gross! Like do I switch to third person so I don’t fight nausea every sentence?

So I always write from third person, largely because I tend to write multiple POVs. Only, for my new wip, I’m trying to use first person. I don’t switch POVs. I also want the story to feel like the character is telling it to the reader. But I keep switching to second person. And a part of me is like, fuck it, just write in second person, but I know a lot of people hate it. Anyways, this draft is about to be me switching back and forth constantly.

Ok this book idea I’ve started drafting, I have no idea what’s gonna happen. Like I have vibes, a bit of world building, backstory, and three characters I barely know. I’m just gonna let the plot find me I guess

So right now I have 9 wips (well, and 2 other ideas that I’ll come back to eventually).

4 of the wips are fanfiction. Because I don’t always finish things, I haven’t posted them yet, but one is close to posting level, probably in the next few weeks if I have time.

3 of the other wips are all different books in the same series that I know for sure I want to publish one day. (I’m just taking my time with it because I need to sort my life out before I’m able to dedicate time, money, and energy into publication)

1 wip I barely ever touch. It will be a series as well and I’ll get to it after the other series.

The last wip is one I’ve had mixed feelings about since I had the idea.

But today I had another idea, that would involve getting rid of the last wip to use the world building and one of the characters.

My life is still a mess, so publishing won’t happen any time soon, but there’s a part of me that wants to abandon my fanfics and just write original stories. I’ll just have to be okay knowing nobody will read them anytime soon.

I opened my asks so if you want to bounce writing thoughts off another person, you can.

But just so you know, my policy in life is that if I don't know what to say, I don't say anything, so I won't have a response for everything. I'm just a guy

Nothing like spending the night somewhere because of the snow, only I can’t sleep and my laptop’s at home so now I’m writing on my phone while my friends cat claws my shoulder

Being a writer is wild, because I’m really sitting here, contemplating how much I should break this man, with a smile.

The worst is when you want to write, know what to work on, have time to write, and are too depressed to move. That’s the hell I’m burning in.

I love the notes I gave myself during my first draft. I think one of my favorites is: we need to standardize pet names.

When you’re ablaze with inspiration and can’t pick a creative hobby to focus on.

I hate to break it to you, but they were right. You really do just have to finish that first draft. It can be a hot mess, but you can’t clean up a room that doesn’t exist