#and while that is true

[polycrowtruther]

NSFW warning

Snippet from Kaz's eventual seduction of Matthias, as part of the Key-ring fics I have going ~

Kaz’s gaze locked with his, “Oh?”

“I was thinking,” Matthias ran his hand up his partner’s thigh, sliding under the fabric on his hips and through the other side of it. His underwear bulged with Matthias’s intrusion, the heat of Kaz’s skin like a blessing on Matthias’s palm, “I was wondering why your eyes had hypnotized me so easily. No demon before you had much luck in tempting me, but for some reason I'm willing to fall to my knees for whatever your shark’s gaze commands of me. I tried so hard to hate you, and here you are. The object of my fantasies. How did you do it?”

Matthias turned his hand, tugging lightly at the hem of the black fabric in his way. A wordless question, but one he wanted to ask all the same. They were going at Kaz’s pace and only his. Matthias would lose more than just his sanity if even a single sour note tainted this moment between them, he wanted to make sure Kaz felt all the power he had right now. Plus, it was impolite to assume. 

His skin was soft. Much softer than Matthias had expected. It felt downy smooth against the calluses on his knuckles. He had known Kaz was pale, but seeing it under the curl of his coat collar was much different then seeing it displayed before him so openly. Matthias could see the entirety of his partner's ruddy blush, from the dip of his navel to the creeping climb up his neck until it reached the curves of his ears. 

Kaz looked to the side, and only then did Matthias realize what it meant. Kaz was blushing. Before he could comment on it, Kaz looked back at him, “Truthfully?”

Matthias nodded slowly. 

“I dunno,” Kaz shrugged, biting his lip, “But I could tell you didn’t belong there. When I saw you in your cell, I just… wanted to get you free. Whatever it took.” 

His words were jarringly kind for how willing he was to believe Matthias would do him in only moments before. Kaz Brekker was like that, though. He was an abandoned well, full of jagged rocks and sharp heights only to house a soothing pool of spring water at the bottom. Though Matthias had not fallen with the intention of ever landing, he had still been surprised at how safe he felt in Kaz’s depths. Mayhaps because he was a good swimmer. 

Matthias pressed another soft kiss at the crux of Kaz’s groin, where his thigh met his hips and… lower. That forbidden heat between his legs. Or, no. It wasn’t forbidden, especially not when Matthias was about to put his mouth on it. And Kaz had seemed very eager about that if the state of his underclothes were to be believed. The crotch was sopping wet, so close to Matthias’s face now that he almost felt like he could taste it if he just parted his lips a bit. And then he remembered that, well, that was exactly what his goal was. To taste. So Matthias leaned forward and licked a long stripe up Kaz’s clothed cunt. His boss gasped loudly, body trembling like he had been dunked in ice water without warning. 

And fuck, Matthias had to dart a hand under himself to strangle his cock, because the wretched thing almost came at the sound. It played in Matthias’s head over again, breathy in his ear like a whisper. Matthias dug his tongue in further, unable to resist as the taste of Kaz flooded his mouth. It was tangy, sweet and heady with lust. It also tasted of soap, slightly, as everything was muffled by the cotton of Kaz’s panties. The bland taste of cloth suddenly became the most frustrating barrier Matthias had ever encountered. He tugged impatiently at the fabric again, requesting permission to get them off. As beautiful as Kaz looked in them, they had become more of a hindrance than anything else. 

Kaz swore, sinking a naked hand into Matthias’s hair and yanking just shy of too hard, “Fuck, just take them off already.” 

That was all the permission Matthias needed, and he pulled them down without a second thought.

[deservingporcupine]

I know midnight on a Wednesday is the wrong time to be awake. And certainly the wrong time to be asking these questions. Go the fuq to sleep brain

[rooksunday]

okay but there is something disquieting about this urge to cast fan writers as altruists. they give us all this for free!! well, no.

they’re sharing

it’s a key difference in perception. fic isn’t given. it’s shared. it’s part of a fandom community— in which readers are also an integral part.

it’s probably inevitable mission creep from the increasingly transactional nature of the internet and fandom-as-consumerism, which was always gonna happen after corps worked out how much bank there is to make from those weirdo fan people

but like. fandom is sharing. i think we’ve lost that somewhere.

[comradesummers]

the problem with watching buffy the vampire slayer for the first time when you're 13 is that it will fundamentally reshape your brain chemistry to the point where literally all fiction becomes buffy the vampire slayer in different fonts. "watch another show!" you might say, and believe me i have! i promise i've watched many other shows since i was 13. but the problem is that all those other shows as well as films, books, podcasts etc. are simply deviations of buffy the vampire slayer to me. it's the holy text, the primary source. everything else is just commentary.

[paintedcrows]

In my heart, Ford once went to an ice dimension and got Really Good at ice skating, and now he's absolutely insufferable about it.

[noka-exe]

chronic finger biter clark vs nose exhaler bruce

[egophiliac]

did this as a quick scribble at like 1 AM last night and...immediately lost all motivation to ever clean it up. ( ᐛ ) but I had to draw my son being the fanciest little flower boy who ever threw petals down an aisle. oh my god.

[such-a-daydreamer]

Based on a real thing that happened to me and my sister (me as Stan and my sis as Ford)

She had held my foot up for a while trying really hard to pull me up thinking it was my arm, we laughed about it almost instantly after but it was still scary.

Be beach careful people! Waves can easily pin you against the sand if you don't dive at the right time.

[skltart]

my girl silna and her fuckass dog

[grayintogreen]

The Mighty Nein really are the “tonight we cancel the apocalypse” party, because that is the attitude of the patently insane and patently hypercompetent in ways that are too insane to be real and yet WORK. VM have Big Justice League energy. They’re saving the world by the book. They’re very much the epitome of their classes. This is not a knock. They are good at what they do, but their flair is extremely straightforward. Percy is gonna shoot fifty times a round. Keyleth is gonna archdruid her little heart out. Grog’s gonna smash. Scanlan is gonna sing a little song. That’s them! We like that for them! But it is very straightforward clock in/clock out heroism. They have day jobs now.

I’m not gonna be unfair to BH right now because I think they haven’t really figured out their niche yet and are constantly stuck in the mindset of not actually being heroes and being, and I say this out of love for their stupid little faces, selfish little turds. We might get a better idea later on when we come back to them as high level adventurers after how they shake out here, but so far they’re somewhere in the middle. A little Suicide Squad-y.

The M9 on the other hand are not clock in/clock out heroes. They’re barely heroes. They get told something could be a threat and they deal with it and they won’t just kill you, they will EMBARRASS you. They will act like you’re nothing and bet on fight outcomes mid-combat, call you names, hit you with lollipops and dicks, turn you into a fruit bat, whatever they have to. They’ll ruin your action economy, stun you, whatever. Not only did they come to stop you, you’ll be shamed so hard that your Lich won’t even want to rise again to seek vengeance because you know they’ll do it again. They’re canceling the apocalypse not because the one doing it is dead, but because they’re so demoralized there’s no gong forward. When the Mighty Nein come for your plans, your plans DO NOT survive because they’ve had dicks drawn all over them.

[royaltea000]

“A thousand generations serve to praise…”

[kokodrawings]

It's ok, Minato asked for permission first

[inkskinned]

she had taken all of the pronouns in my poems and turned them masculine. every she was he. every her was him. i wrote about women dipping their hands into the honey of my chest and she had changed it in this stark, violent way. men now, in my work. in my ribs, i guess. how odd, to stare at it.

i write a lot about worshipping at the knees of my girl. what sapphic can resist the allure of chapel-talk, the divine nature of what is ours and ours alone. her hair in your shower. her chapstick melting in your car. when we say holy here, it is a different meaning. it is the smithing of our own haloes from mix-tape cds. no hammer to the anvil - only our own palms, skin scorching. forging every astral ray with the prayer please don't leave. our bible a history that is never taught in high school. we shape a church from the tent of her arched back. what other word for hymn but her voice. her moaning.

a poem can be stripped of its component parts, maybe, but can it still breathe? is it still the same ship? the words this woman changed, biting and spiraling up at me: my man is holy. i worship at his feet. he is the divinity of saturdays and the wheat of my communion and he is the hushed summer's glorious release.

it's common knowledge that you can say a word too-many times, and then it loses meaning. but here was something new: it wasn't that the words had lost meaning, but rather that they had shifted in the air somehow and turned radioactive to me. all of my words were otherwise unchanged, except for the unkind and glowing eye of him.

ivory-tower glowing in my aorta, i thought about talking to her on the sanctimonious and erudite level. telling her: a poem can be changed, can be erased or added to or demolished or reconfigured; but we do try to respect the original author. i would tell her i would have preferred her not change only the pronouns; that her actions felt like censorship rather than collaboration.

in front of me: you cannot cut him out of me, i was made to love him. no scrubbing, no penance. i will always come back to this house, come back to loving men.

i thought about telling her why her actions were cannibalism, not care. i would tell her about being 18 and pressured by my catholic family to accept a man as a partner; how i'd dated him for 5 years before being able to escape. how abusive he had been. how he had made me kneel in front of him - that i wasn't using the word worship idly, but rather as a reclamation. how i had to be re-taught even the concept of faith. how when i learned peace again, it was by the hand of a woman.

i thought about telling her about the wound behind it, the unceasing loneliness. i thought about telling her shape of the small and quiet hours; the fear; the endless and unpretty nature of just being queer. i thought about saying: all of my work comes from a place of pain.

i thought about telling her everything. when i finally found the words, it was only one: why? in that was the summary of all i felt: why not write her own poem? why change it so violently? and why choose my work, if she disliked it so much? why me?

i imagine she shrugged when she responded. all i got was a single sentence: "i really like your work but i want to be able to enjoy it without being made uncomfortable."

on her insta, her pinned post is of her boyfriend - now husband - proposing. they were married in 2023. congratulations. i really do hope she's happy.

i hope one day it stops hurting.

[ethosiab]

I see a lot of designs out there in which tango has red tinted glasses/goggles (mine included) but I don't think enough of us acknowledge how much that would affect his vision

[savanir]

DP x DC prompt [15]

Danny accepts that because of his half dead status he won't be able to become an astronaut and he has to find a different way to feed his space obsession.

He decides to get really into astromancy (yes, the magic. He already knows everything about astronomy). He gets himself the more spiritual star charts, old surprisingly authentic tomes about the art and divination cards to go with it all and gets to learning.

Tbh he kind of went into this not expecting much but it turns out he had homo magus heritage from his Nightingale roots and he actually manages to call upon the power of the stars.

He figures he can blame the vaporized wall on ghosts.

Meanwhile, a foreboding feeling like cold shivers run down the spines of several magic users that they can only describe as "a child having figured out they need to switch off the safety on their mini nuke launcher in order to fire it"

The JLD is scrambling to locate the source of the surge in magic power before someone with bad intentions can get there.

[the-alpha-doodle-dome]

It couldn't have been anyone but You.