#Lil snippet at end

[screams-in-writing]

Had to split this ask up into screenshots in order to answer each bit of it more easily (some of it got longer than expected), and to do a little bit of writing at the end.

It’s probably because I enjoy the thought of flustering Mr. Puzzles, because it seems like he’d have great reactions due to more than likely being touch-starved/ so focused on his chosen goal that Puzzles might be taken aback/in disbelief that there could be someone interested in him not only as a friend but as a romantic partner as well. But I do feel that as soon as Puzzles is more used to that kind of interaction and feels that he could possibly deserve it, he’d be more open to showing genuine affective instead of teasing and disregarding feelings to try and distance himself from being hurt.

But to the next part; Yes yes yes, especially when Mr. Puzzles lowers his voice. He most certainly would, at this point, be on better terms with the reader if he feels that he can go through with such an idea and he’d be all in. He probably even wear that lip biting face from the new episode when he thinks about it because I feel that would be funny and possible concerning to anyone around him if he’s not thinking about flustering the reader when alone.

Debating whether to have it become a joke about him staying at the abandoned house just to make it sound so much more ominous and dangerous than it it is meant to be. But at this point int he relationship mr puzzles would be more easily be able to get the reader to come with him to ‘hang out’ which normally in-fic would eventually be them watching some movies that mr puzzles hadn’t seen, helping with scripts for the podcast the reader is a part of above the cafe reader (and Mr puzzles) work at or when they’re trying out a relationship just, cuddling on the sofa while doing their own thing but mr puzzles soaking up the attention and physical contact like leaning against one another or holding hands. Makes him giddy to have all that attention to himself.

And it’s 💯 effective for him to do that, since at this point, the reader knows how dramatic mr puzzles can be, so the door being locked abs the lights going out isn’t as intimidating as if would have been, say, the first few weeks of knowing him. Reader doesn’t know what the man’s planning but as soon as puzzles starts using that low voice of his reader doesn’t care what’s planned as thoughts go bye bye. pls, continue to serenade me with your lower voice puzzles, and those occasional growls at the ends of words. There’s No getting away or avoiding admitting that puzzles voice does affect reader. Especially when the touches begin andter mr puzzles does make certain reader is good with the scenario happening and oof man’s gonna go all in with his voice, just to see what happens, and oh, does puzzles like the effect that he can have on you. He’ll definitely want to do this again. It’s delightful to be on the control side of the flustering.

Static fuzzy kisses and nuzzles with the screen of the tv my beloved. Man’s being able to be charismatic and charming with the confidence back due to the reader’s positive response toward him. It’s exhilarating and can see why the reader likes to fluster him. And mr puzzles would sure take his time up to this point. on one hand, it’d be hilarious to have reader just fall down out of pure shock because what in the world was all that? where was the shyness and uncertainty from before??

Here’s just a lil bit more, since I’m already giggling and kicking my feet over the ask alone and the thoughts that it got me thinking about it.

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Mr. Puzzles was very close to you, the static tickling your skin, the warmth of the screen nice.

You don’t think he anticipated that you’d end up collapsing onto your backside. But it had been so unexpected for him to suddenly be so forward like this, and you end up lying flat on your back. Flushed, you couldn’t help but let out a breathless laugh. “My, falling for me this time around, my dear? How flattering!” Mr. Puzzles looked pleased with himself for causing such a reason. Then, with a surprisingly hooded look flashing across the screen, Mr. Puzzles lowered himself to the floor, lanky limbs bracketing you on the floor. There was space for you to wiggle away should you need. “Shall we have a repeat preformsdw of that? For prosperity?”

You wordlessly reached up to seize his shoulders to encourage Puzzles to lean over.

“I think I much like this; to fluster you in return.” A low, low chuckle as Puzzles whispered sweet nothings to you as he leaned in indulgently for another ‘kiss’, pressing the edge of the screen gently against your cheek. “I enjoy it a lot.” Mr. Puzzles voice ended with a low growl to it.

“Stop that.” You tried futility as you swatted his shoulder.

“No, I don’t believe I will.” Mr. Puzzles teased lightly as he rested his metal tv head alongside yours, a grin taking up the screen. His hands lightly trail along your shoulders as you lightly grip his in response. “That blush really suits you-“ The screen pressed to the side of your head, the low growling tone back, deep and pleased. “-when I put it there myself.”

[teaorim]

I don't usually posts my wips here and I'm struggling with a broken tablet but they look so cute here

[goldflinches]

swear by the dog (snippet)

Summary:

What is a death omen to an immortal? A friend.

And to an Endless? What it is. Nothing more, nothing less.

(or: a Barghest bears witness to the life and loves of an immortal.)

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Square/Prompt: C2 - Creature: Barghest | @dreamlingbingo

Rating: Mature

Ship(s): Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling

Additional Warnings: Outsider POV (From the Barghest POV), Blood and Injury, Descriptions of Dog Bites, Hob Gets Better, No Dream In This Snippet (But We'll Get There Eventually!)

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This is not their first meeting, the Barghest and this deathless human.

This hunting (haunting) ground was an old one and they are hardly new prey. But. Between the slabs of stones was a pile of rags, pungent with the dirt, sweat, and tears. A growl of hunger not been sated for a long time. A body that decays but refuses to finish the cycle. An delicious bevy of aromas. The pile turned to look with his large brown eyes, cloudy with exhaustion. The prey's eyes became clearer when focused on the Barghest.

Old prey, new prey, it does not mind.

This old human, this prey scrambles. The Barghest is a hulking thing, shadow and teeth lengthening with every step it takes towards him. The prey’s back hits one of carved stone slabs and the Barghest practically tastes its next meal. He raises his arm up in a panic (delicious, delicious panic) and the Beast sinks its teeth into it. Bites into meat of arm. Tastes blood, savors the meat seasoned with desperation.

Until the bite meets bone. Then an overwhelming sweetness overpowers everything. A wrongness at the heart of it. The Barghest immediately lets go, whining and spitting, shaking its shaggy head hoping to get the cloying taste out of its nose and mouth. All through it, the prey holds its ground, covered with blood, teeth bared in pain. The sourness of pain and panic is tempting but the Barghest knows better. A whine breaks from its mouth, the cloying sweetness stuck to its palette. Closes its eyes and A sound shuffling to its side. Hard breathing. A scent that loses its sharpness. A long moment where it is just the Beast and wrong, bad taste that keeps staying. Long, long moments where it lays on bloodied weeds and chews on the grass.

The taste stays and stays.

Suddenly, the scent is back. Dried blood atop freshly spilled blood, dried sweat mingling the sickly sweetness of life everlasting. A hand soothing its snout and another nudging something between its teeth.

“Come now, little beastie. Something to wash the taste out of your mouth,” the not-prey murmurs. Another, more forceful nudge. A whiff of a clean spring water makes the Barghest open its jaw incrementally, baring a bit of tooth. As a reminder. A sigh from the not-prey-anymore. “Yes, yes they’re very sharp little beastie. I didn’t forget you trying to take a piece my arm just a moment ago.” The cool water dripped into its mouth, clearing the taste and making it easier to breathe again.

[fonulyn]

(since it's officially the 21st where I am, I'm just gonna go ahead and throw this out there)

for Chreon Week 2024!

Day 1: Patching wounds / Mutual consolation/comfort

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“Careful there,” Chris groaned, biting back a pained sound right after. “You’re being a bit too rough, Nurse Kennedy.” He didn’t want to complain, not when they were both battered and bruised to all hell, having gone through one hell of a fall when half the mountainside gave in and they rolled all the way down with tons of rubble. But Leon was being a little bit too heavy handed with the way he was wrapping gauze around Chris’ knee for support.

Leon glanced up at him, grimacing apologetically. “It has to be tight or it won’t help,” he argued, but even so he eased up slightly when he wrapped the next round. He kept his focus on what he was doing, ignoring the way he was covered in small cuts and dust, some twigs and rubble even in his hair. “Trust me. My knees should’ve been replaced ten years ago with how many hits they’ve taken.”

There was nothing Chris could say in disagreement to that, not really. He’d been telling Leon to take it easy for a long time now, but who was he to judge. He was even older and still stuck in this same limbo, still fighting the neverending fight. Without thinking on it too much he reached out and plucked a twig out of Leon’s hair, and when it got him a questioning glance he shrugged. “You need a shower.”

“You’re one to talk,” Leon said, but there was no real heat in it. He stood up finally, groaning as his back made a creaking sound. “Now try it. Should be enough that we can walk out of here.” He looked around, frowning at their shabby shelter. They’d found some kind of a storage shack and without thinking crammed themselves in there so that they could take stock of their injuries before all the BOWs roaming the area would find them and make their lives exponentially harder.

For now, it had worked. They were still alone, not even footsteps outside.

“First you’ll have to lift your shirt for me,” Chris said, not making a move to stand up from the bench he’d crashed on. Once Leon just gave him a long look instead of acting on it, Chris rolled his eyes. “I saw you get snagged earlier. You’re bleeding.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Leon said dismissively. It only took a long look from Chris and he relented, though, lifting the hem of his shirt enough to reveal a nasty looking gash. It was superficial, definitely not deep enough to be lethal in itself, but it also looked painful and it wouldn’t be good to get dirt in it.

“Alright,” Chris said, probing around the first aid kit. Leon had used most of the gauze for his knee but there was a wad of it left, and some cotton swabs and surgical tape. And of course disinfectant. Leon was going to hate this. “Hold still and let me fix this.”

Obediently, Leon waited until Chris was done. Chris didn’t say a word, but he couldn’t help but think that they’d come a long way. The Leon a few years ago would’ve argued back and wouldn’t have even shown him the wound. It might’ve sounded stupid to others, but Chris knew what this meant. It meant trust. He was pretty proud to be awarded that.

[pant--eater]

Objective: write a Frifnab fanfic

Result: end up making up headcanons about Friftar's mom WAY more than you originally planned

[thornescalling]

You are standing at a precipice. The facade under your feet is a fragile one. You watch as you always have, witness to the forgotten and displaced. Yet now you see it in focus - each body moving as stars in a constellation. You cannot alter their course; yet remove one, and you shift the image.

i was struck with visions

[mercless]

The Harbingers

During the MSI 2022 Event there were High Noon Gothic-themed game missions, the descriptions of which told a tale over 10 'chapters' of the then newly released 2022 High Noon skins, over the course of the two-patches long event. Which went a little something like this;

A Western Prophecy A devil named Mordekaiser took everything from Leona's family, and she's gonna get it back. Time to find his train, and beat anyone who stands in her way.

Croaker Broker Leona meets Tahm Kench. He gives her a favor in the form of magic weapons, sure to help her on her mission… and what's a favor between friends, right? Now they are two.

A Bet's Debt Katarina is an enforcer, here to collect on a debt owed to the Outsider' Casino. Ain't nobody that can outrun her… not even Mordekaiser. Now they are three.

Vicious Vermin A Mysterious undertaker in a plague mask appears, brandishing a crossbow and reeking of death. Say's a conductors been taking his souls. Now they are four.

The Enemy of My Enemy Friends they ain't but you know what they say about enemies of your enemies. The four ride together, borardin' Moredekaiser's train. The heist is on.

Death of an Angel Varus was an angel, and now he's dead - but out here in the West, death is just the beginnin'. He can still fight, given some aid. The Five Harbingers are fathered.

Black Magic Woman Samira is a gun-witch in the employ of Mordekaiser, and she don't flinch in the face of a little trouble. The Harbingers meet their first challenge.

As Foretold The strangers name is Talon. 'The Harbingers' [they] sigh, 'I warned him.' Leona wonders what [they] mean. Varus takes aim: this [one] killed him. He wants revenge.

Spurn the Devil Leona confronts Mordekaiser, the King of the Sulfur Rail. It is prophesied that the Harbingers' arrival will usher in the end of days, but first they must lay the devil low.

The Final Ride Our heroes are triumphant, escaping to Angel's Perch. Are they truly creatures of prophecy, bringing the end of days? A storm gathers… they'll find out soon enough.

the original screenshot this was transcribed from can be found under the cut:

[littleladymab]

wip wednesday!

for the gorls!!

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it if you start crying,” Kerri says, aiming for a joke but finding that she sounds a little terrified at the concept. That’s a little more vulnerability than she’s equipped to handle.  “‘m not,” Sol answers.  “I mean, I guess I’d be honored for my feminine charms to be what finally reduces the Sol Hawke to tears—”  Sol sputters out a laugh. She rakes a hand through her hair and finally opens her eyes, gazing up at Kerri with a somewhat unreadable expression. There’s amusement there, but something lurking beneath the surface that pins her in place. “You’ll reduce me to something, sweetheart, but I don’t know if its tears.”  Kerri is surprised to find that she is genuinely speechless and Sol laughs again. 

[amoripomoea]

i'm writing my first ever sf fic and it's already at 3.2k words and i don't think im even close to halfway done with it. i feel like im cooking a little bit, chat am i cooking

[hyuniebinnie]

listening to hop as we speak thank you stray kids🙏🙏

[fexalted]

you ever think "i wanna write" and then you open up your document of choice and see the mess you left it in and think "actually i wanna take a nap"

[lesbiradshaw]

Your recent fics have been so good!!! What are you currently working on? Or is it a surprise?

(p.s I hope the new job is going well!!!)

i actually JUST finished the one i’ve been writing these past few days :D i finally managed to keep it around 10k as originally intended lol. it’s another hangster fic that takes place after bradley has argued with maverick the day of coyote’s blackout but before he (and the others) find out that ice has passed. i guess it counts as a missing scene fic? one of my fav things ab writing for this pairing is that TECHNICALLY i can write them getting together or getting ~involved~ and have it still fit into the movie canon because they basically fall under what suzy deemed Schrödinger’s Canon: queerness neither confirmed nor denied.

[waterfallofspace]

Welcome back!! I completely get you with the 'do it fast or not at all' mental health thing, I get stuck on that too (pain). I don't know how to end this ask, I just wanted to say it's nice to see you on my dash again!

Thank you!!~ ^^

Oh yeah, it's definitely a kick hahaha~ I'm sorry to hear you also suffer with it, though I think it's also nice sometimes to know you're not alone <3 I hope it's the same for you!~

Awhhh, that's very sweet, thank you hun!~ ^^ It's nice to see you here too~ Glad to be easing back into the swing of things!

[orcelito]

Sentido is good writing except that vw cannot communicate like that. That's my true problem with it. It's too HEALTHY they wouldn't TALK LIKE THAT. But also I enjoy that scene so I wouldn't wanna just Delete it...

I'm fated to keep going back and forth on whether I'm okay with Sentido or if its very presence in my life will drive me insane immensely. Most days I lean more towards the 2nd hfkshfkdb

[messrmoonyy]

I don’t wanna jinx it. But I actually wrote something this morning

[nidbaesenpai]

Happy one year anniversary ISAT! To celebrate I wanted to share the lil strips I made for my friends when they reached the end of the game! They're all meant to be snippets of life post game and a glimpse into the world I'm making for Loop.