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[fluff-e-boy]

girls, girls, ghouls

[girlballs]

ok so Aldegund now has a backflip move which does nothing by itself but interacts with her other moves, i.e. backflip after a wallkick to get extra height and air control, backflip and then attack for a forward spin attack, jump after a flip for a highjump. kinda like the spin from Mario Galaxy interacting with the rest of mario's moves

[mabledonut]

i'd like to know about a fic you've got hiding somewhere in your docs, if you've got one!

2. How did you get the idea to write this? 16. Is there any written scene that you think about a lot?

i certainly do! thank you for asking! 🧡 the hard part was choosing just one fic and scene to talk about, because I have several that I cycle through that I will likely never finish, but I write or half-write them anyway.

2. How did you get the idea to write this?

The project-fic in my docs is one that I had the idea for over last christmas break, but I was too busy writing all sorts of other things to really develop and finish it. it's a BIG au, with a lot of fun exciting possibilities, and the potential to develop into a very long fic 🙈

The basic set-up is canon divergence from the point in Kakashi gaiden where Obito and Kakashi are fighting about whether to go save Rin. Like in canon, Kakashi says something like you can go, but i'm not going with you, and Obito punches him in the face for abandoning his comrades.

from there, all hell breaks loose, althoguh it takes several years for all the consequences to unfold. basically, Kakashi never doubles back to help Obito save Rin, and Madara captures Obito quite easily without bothering to squish him under a rock. Rin is taken captive by Iwa and disappears. When Minato comes back to gather his team, he can't find Kakashi or Rin, but he follows obito's trail, which leads him to Madara and Black Zetsu.

Minato fights and kills Madara, but not before black zetsu is able to use a trick or deception of some sort to take control of minato and put a command seal on him. So then black zetsu, while possessing minato, storms off to go get nagato’s rinnegan via hiraishin teleportation. Then oneshots all the jinchuuriki, including kushina. Which means kaguya gets out of her moon seal thing, and seals the chakra of everyone on the planet.

Turning it into her peaceful nursery/personal garden of eden. There’s no infinite tsukuyomi. Just everyone in the entire world gets stripped of their chakra. Kaguya has it all.

At that point, Minato wakes up from the mind-control and realizes the part he played in basically fucking up the entire ninja world and destabilizing EVERYTHING. And it fucks him UP. But he can't really do anything about it since neither he nor anyone else has chakra anymore.

And besides that, there's the not-unimportant matter of where all his genin actually wound up, because he's currently 0/3 since Obito seems to have disappeared somewhere too.

Most of the rest of the fic is about them all reuniting years later, or trying to find each other. Obito and Minato find each other first, and join a resistance organization named Akatsuki full of guerilla fighters who are trying to push back against Kaguya's totalitarian hold over the universe. Obito becomes besties with Yahiko and Gai and they are part of the front-lines of the resistance fight.

But no one has heard from Kakashi or Rin for years, all they hear are rumors that Iwa still has Rin and uses her medical expertise even tho she doesn't have medical ninjutsu, and there are other worse rumors about Kakashi, and how he actually defected from Konoha and threw his allegiance in with the enemy and now works for the Imperial Suna Empire, since konoha completely fragmented after the chakra was taken, and Suna rose up as a military power in the power void...

...so yeah that's the basic idea!

As for how I got it, well, I think my brain was just trying to shake the container of Naruto-Fic-Ideas and ended up rattling all the pieces around and turning a lot of them upside-down. I think I will eventually write and finish it, just have to finish some of my other long fics first before embarking on that mission. 😅

16. Is there any written scene that you think about a lot?

YES, the other part of this fic idea is one that stems from a hyper-specific whump trope that I really love and involves a little bit of mild body horror/gore. The part of the fic where Obito and Minato finally find Kakashi and also find out what has been done to him by their enemies is probably where the idea for the fic first originated. Sadly, I cannot reveal what the trope is without giving away a major plot point or two, but yeah, I really like this trope when it's done right, so I think about that scene a lot, because in my mind i'm turning over how to do the trope right, to make reading about it wince-worthy and whumpy without being absolutely horrific.

The other fun major injury that I have planned for Kakashi in this fic is not a terrible spoiler, so I'll share a little bit of that here:

...and surprise! kakashi actually has a delayed splenic rupture, and they're halfway through a big escape before anyone realizes how bad the internal bleeding, bruising, vomiting, shivering, and shaking are, and how Kakashi will most likely die if they don't get him immediate medical treatment.

so that's fun for him 🧡

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

Ofc, Jedi-Speedster Barry needs a Sith-Speedster whumper counterpart

[gingerpeachtea]

HIII just wanted to share i did in fact write the last 7 sentences i needed to round the count out to 100 (i wrote 93 sentences for this ask game!) :]

7 sentences, from mikejakes phone call:

If he were Charlie, or Briggs, or maybe even Johnny, he’d probably wind up fuckin’ babysitting him, or as close as he’d let him get to it. But he wasn’t Charlie, nor Briggs, and he sure as hell wasn’t Johnny—he was Dale Jakes, and he had a call/a deal to arrange in fifteen minutes. [...] With that, he headed downstairs to lock himself back in his prison cell. [...] Dale walked/strolled past the kitchen island/through the kitchen, and the kettle he’d left out from breakfast caught his eye. He did have fifteen minutes, just enough time to run some peppermint tea up to him and be back downstairs in time. Wouldn’t do any harm, right? He put water on to boil, and pulled two black mugs from the cabinet.

[jichanxo]

made a tierlist of my kuwagami fics for funsies (+ notes for a few) ↓

(everything listed in the same tier are equals, so the order they're listed in has no meaning)

[karliahs]

(crawls out the WIP document covered in blood) we are getting so. close.

[arafinweanappreciation]

sorry I can't make this any bigger but three guesses what i'm working on lol

[hyperpotamianarch]

All right. So, I had another PJO character essay in relation to my Bianca fic baking on my mind ever since the last one, so I guess I'll do it. This time, I wish to talk about King Minos.

King Minos is pretty much a straight-forward character: he's dead, he wants to come back to life through killing his bitter enemy. Sure, he'll scheme and backstab to achieve this goal, but this is pretty much his only motive. Well, aside from his weird sense of ownership over the Labyrinth.

His way to achieve his goal initially is manipulating Nico into trading a life for a life, then hijacking the process and reviving himself. Technically we don't know if he always intended to sell him to the Titan army, as that could be a last resort due to Nico losing his motivation for even attempting the trade.

In our alternative universe, though, he has the problem that Nico's motive is too fragile to begin with, as his sister is still alive even if he isn't aware of it. It's plausible that Minos is aware that Bianca is alive as a judge of the Underworld, in addition to the fact she's in "his" Labyrinth. Which leads us to the questions: why Nico? And could Minos potentially want to manipulate Bianca instead in this AU?

Well, Nico and Bianca certainly share parentage, which might be relevant. While we're told that trading a life for a life is possible, we're not told that it's possible for everyone. It's not impossible that it's essentially a special request from Hades ("you cannot offer your father a soul that will come to him eventually regardless. Besides, he is not keen on hastening his own son's death", roughly retranslated because I don't have the English version). At the very least, Hades needs to approve of the exchange - to a degree, as Minos still thinks he can cheat and be ressurrected himself. If that's th reason Minos stuck up with Nico then supposedly Bianca will fit him just as well.

But of coursse, that's not the case, is it. Nico has a couple of other parameters that make him more susceptible to manipulation: he's younger and he has someone he wants to ressurrect. We also don't know what Bianca's powers are, and it's not impossible that Nico, King of Ghosts, is actually more powerful than her - which jus makes him a better cunduit for Minos' ressurrection, if true. But we don't know anything about power levels and their relevance, and regarding Nico's young age and drive to attempt the trade - well, Bianca's amnesiac in my story. If Minos would succeeed in convincing her that Nico is dead, he could possibly drive her to doing what he wants... maybe. We really don't know if Bianca would've done such a thing to Nico. Maybe so, maybe not. And I kind of get to decide. But to be honest, Nico is already a step closer than her, so he'll be Minos' first choice.

So, what I think would happen is Minos will do his best to keep Bianca away from Nico. And since I need someone to direct Bianca somehow, I just might give this role to Minos. We'll see about that.

There are quite a few things further down the line that make it problematic, though. I don't know, for example, how Minos might be able to avoid Having Nico summon his sister. In addition, without the Iris-net messages... How would Annabeth and Percy (and Grover and Tyson) react to meeting Nico? Would they still attempt to convince him to give up on ressurrecting Bianca? Would they have a chance of success without being able to talk to Bianca herself?

I also have a slight problem with Minos I wish to address. Namely, the fact that after all that, after literally selling his boss' child to the Titans, he's still a judge in the Underworld! Guys, he literally supported a rebellion/the other side of a war. And he's kept as a judge? People like that are generally thrown to Tartarus and given appropriate punishment in accordance to their sin. Why in Hades would they let this guy stay a judge?

(I do have a weird excuse about how there might be two Minos spirits, one that is his immortal side from Zeus who gets to judge people and one who is actually a mortal ghost that didn't cross the Styx due to not having a coin and is now a restless dead watching over the Maze. However, that is a crack theory and makes as much sense as the theory I just invented about Kronos causing the regeneration of monsters by being cut to pieces in Tartarus: both are uncontradictable by canon, but neither is likely to be true.)

Thank you for reading, and have a good day!

[maruyaaya]

two small little excerpts of a fun and fluffy fic i’ve been writing because i’ve been sick for the past three days and i needed to write something cute and fun that wouldn’t take me too much brain power to think about and as much as i fucking love angst, i can’t think very hard rn

concept is tracy reznik/emma woods from identity v (tracy my main i love her smsmsm). basically tracy and emma are looking at each other through the window (tracy is in her apartment and emma is in the apartment garden below) and tracy gets distracted and hits her head and knocks herself out and emma rushes up to try to help her. tracy continuously fumbles the bag but it’s okay because emma likes loser girls.

it’s gonna be short def less than 2k words and just cute and fun. it will end with the two of them agreeing to go on a date but not before tracy embarrasses herself over and over again.

i barely talk about idv on here but wow i love that game sm ive been playing for… 6ish years now? since 2019 i think. either late 2019 or early 2020 but whatever same thing. tracy was the first character i ever bought and idc how much they nerf her, she will always be my main. she is forever an s tier survivor to me. i also main (in order of how much i play them) seer, priestess, perfumer, prisoner, and postman. as for hunters; i literally only play joseph 💀 ily my french king. though i am learning naiad bc my friend likes playing duo hunters and i can never play hunters with her bc joseph unfortunately isn’t allowed :(

also here’s a little confession. if any of you were in the idv fandom in 2020, you may know of a blog called totally-correct-idv whose shtick was elinaib… that was me :D i mean if u know of the blog, you probably put two and two together bc really, how many other imedas are in this world, right? i post on there occasionally still but man i kinda had a rush of fame running that blog LMFAO the power went to my head (i just love dramatics guys)

[blackberreh-art]

Wrote a bit more for the beginning of Old Man Yaoi AU :3c

[loraneldin]

Maybe what they need to sort out their differences is some time away from it all.

An entry to the SteveTony Games for Team Future, square "Road Trip".

[memento-morri-writes]

I'm writing another Carrion vignette and the dichotomy between my writing for him and my writing for Rook is very interesting to me.

My (non-campaign) Rook stuff is very much self-indulgent and most of it doesn't actually have much of a "point", aside from me hurting Rook. Meanwhile, my (non-campaign) Carrion stuff is (at least relatively) fucking LOADED with symbology and hidden details, to the point where I can write mini essays about it.

I think it boils down to the fact that the Rook stuff is definitely much more of a "I'm writing a fantasy / daydream" kind of thing, and the Carrion stuff is more of the "this is why he is Like That". Which, tbf, a lot of Why Is He Like That for Rook IS explored in-campaign, which isn't so much the case for Carrion, at least not yet.

[becauseiamarobot]

the tiny rat that pilots my brain has moved twisting tides to its own series because honestly Singles Club works better as a trilogy and this is going to be A New Thing. like it's still the same timeline and iteration of the characters but they're different arcs, y'know?

[wingmotif]

Robin, so confusing Superman Annual #11 / New Teen Titans #20 / RHATO #6 / Dick and Jason both in the Robin suit -- Titans (2018), S1E6 / Batman #140 / Batman #416 / New Teen Titans #31 / Battle For the Cowl #3 / RHATO Annual #1

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

MORNING WOOD. 18+

bucky barnes x fem!reader

wc. 1.3k synopsis. literally what the title says. bucky has a morning chub on, you help take care of it, he returns the favour. bish bash bosh, bob's your uncle warnings. 18+ only. mutual masturbation, teasing/ edging, little bit of piv but neither of you last long (got that magic kitty) creampie, cockwarming, general filth. mdni

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There's not much that can beat a slow Sunday morning in bed: to lay peacefully under the sheets, the birds chirping just outside the window. It’s the kind of thing you look forward to all week.

You've not long been awake, your eyes only just beginning to adjust to the spring sun through the curtains. You roll over, turning to face Bucky on your right who isn’t quite as awake as you — still set in slumber, head propped up on a bent vibranium arm behind his head. He looks so calm, ever so gentle. 

Your eyes close to the rhythmic sound of his breathing, the slow inhalations and exhalations acting as white noise, almost easing you back to sleep. But you hear a particularly heavy intake of air beside you and your eyes fling open. Bucky’s head tilts to face you, eyes seeming to find yours almost immediately. 

“Morning,” you smile at him, arm reaching to drape around his sternum.

He leans closer to you and presses a kiss just beside your nose, the awkward angle intercepting any chance of getting to your lips. 

“Mornin’,” he repeats, voice thick and sleepy. 

You prop your head on the edge of his chest, keeping it there for a moment as a means to simply keep close. You peer towards the window briefly, spotting something –perhaps a bird– fly past, and when you glance away, you take notice of something else. A tenting in the bed’s sheets just below your lover’s middle. Your attention captivated, maybe even more so than any kind of bird.

You slowly drag your hand down his stomach, your pinky finger leading the way along his happy trail and towards his pubic bone. His breathing grows heavier, deeper, just beside your ear — the featherlight touches seeming to catch up with him.

He props his head higher by scrunching the pillow, using it as elevation to watch what’s going on between his legs more clearly. His gaze growing all the more entranced by the creeping of your hand under the sheets, focus locked quite like a cat with a laser pointer.

You press a kiss to the scar band near his armpit, peering up just moments after. “Want me to take care of it?”

The corners of his lips turn downwards as he smiles, an amused small chuckle following suit. “Your hands are softer than mine,” he entices, pretending to give the matter a second thought.

Your fingers drag through his pubes briefly, the faint twirling motion only a means to work him up that bit more. As you reach for his cock, you lift your head and reposition your arm from underneath you, resting your cheek on your fist. You keep your attention cast on Bucky, watching the visual response on his face as your nail drags up the underside of his shaft. 

Raising your hand, you hover it atop his cock, singular fingertip beginning its faint swirling over the head — drawing a messy figure of eight through his precum. You press a light kiss to his lower cheek, just beside his lips, the act of affection a silent direction; wordlessly getting him to face you. 

He turns to you and you lean in, lips ghosting his as if your goal was to torment him that much more. You initiate kisses, though you never follow through with them — each brushing of your lips on his being only that. Just breathy half whines as your mouths merely meet.

He throws his head back frustratedly, not seeming to be enjoying your games at this current moment in time. And you can’t help but find amusement in his annoyance, taking pleasure like the way he often does with you when he’s the instigator of such games. 

The hand on his dick is faint, like it’s barely there, languidly pumping his cock as if time were no such issue. The motion of your hand being seen rather clearly though the sporadic bobbing of the bed sheets. 

And with your attention caught on the lewd view below, Bucky becomes eager to reinstigate kisses — the fleshed hand at his side moving to cup your face. Thumb and index squishing into the hollows of your cheeks as he turns you to look at him, taking matters into his own hands. Quite literally. He pulls your face in towards his, kissing you slow and deep. A complete juxtaposition to those dozen half ones before. 

It serves as a distraction to your teasing and tormenting, and you each grow more entranced in it. His hand that’s clasped to your face begins its mindless wandering, trailing leisurely down the dips and dents of your nude side. Touches continuing over your hip and across your thigh, slowly sliding inward and to what's between.

You muffle something indecipherable into his mouth, and you yourself were not overly certain about what was said. Maybe a concoction of a curse and a moan, you weren’t sure. But whatever it was, it seemed to egg him on. 

While you continue your gentle pumping of his cock in your hand, he makes an effort to reciprocate some of the pleasure. He trails upwards through your slick folds, starting at your entrance going up — the obstructed angle becoming somewhat of a hindrance. And so you lift your leg slightly, mind still just about capable of thought despite the tizzy feeling within it. The new position allowing more of him to get to more of you.

He begins to mirror the motions on you that he is receiving from you, lazy half-hearted strokes and drags of his fingers over your pussy — mirroring the teasing on you. As if he was subtly using it as time to get his own back, purposely avoiding the places you want like you did him. 

“Come on,” you muffle into his mouth. The rather pathetic sound an audible indication of how bothered you’re growing, his delicate touches making you all the more frustrated. 

He parts from the kiss and simultaneously retracts his hand from between your thighs, though his lips remain close as he speaks. “Not so nice, is it?” 

“No,” you murmur, feeling disheartened by being left hanging off the edge of that metaphorical cliff. 

And when you itch forward to rekindle the lusty makeout, he pulls back, head shaking softly — almost like a playful mocking. So you too pause, snatching your hand from around his cock, allowing him to also dangle on the brink. Similar dissatisfactory groans following promptly.

The arm supporting your head grows weak, becoming practically limp and you resume your prior laid position. And like you anticipated, Bucky moves to hover atop you, the heavy –prominent– weight of his cock briefly resting along the crease where your cunt meets thigh. 

He anchors himself on one hand beside you, the other reaching between to guide himself to your pussy. Giving his dick one last preparatory pump, he eases it into you. The reminder that these antics were to be cut short lingered in either of your minds, the pair of you mere moments from letting go. 

Bucky’s eyes momentarily flicker across your bare breasts below, attention somewhat occupied before he finally meets your eyes. You hold onto the visual contact as he feeds his cock into you — each of you watching the lusty expressions form within each other. 

Though neither of you can last long –one and a half thrusts exactly– before he’s spilling into your jittering cunt. Your climaxes following within seconds of each other. 

All strength in his neck is lost and he presses his forehead against yours, each of you using the pause to even out your breathing. His cock comfortably rests inside you, the only form of communication between you being that of looks — wordlessly conversing through your eyes. Silently telling the other that the small dose was not enough to thoroughly satiate the need. 

Luckily, both of your schedules are free for the day.

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