#eager to write~

[onemoreword-writesmore]

Apologies for the lack of updates. Work has been hectic, so haven't had a chance to write as much as I'd like. However, I started my PTO just recently, so hopefully I'll now have some time~ as long as family and holiday don't grab a hold of my next. 🤣

I do have some ideas to work on, so stay tuned 🩷

[ghostbsuter]

The moment he stepped into his apartment, water met his feet, and Dick held back a suffering groan. His apartment was flooded.

He is sore, tired, and just wanted to lay down. Sleep.

Plans changed, apparently, looking at the water. Taking measured breaths, he makes his way to his small bedroom, taking out all his vigilante stuff and packed them in a bag, thankfully dry. It was annoying, but what could he do?

Certainly not go back to the mansion.

With everything stored away, the bag was slightly overpacked, it didn't dether him as he returned to the hallway just as his landlord came. Others were already outside complaining about their own flats and Dick left for now, he would... handle this after he got rest.

Dick doesn't ponder long on who to call, not really. Jason is out of question, Bruce isn't even considered.

He didn't want to leave Bludhaven... which meant there really was only one option.

"Hey Danny? My flat got flooded, could I...—"

"I didn't even finish asking—"

"What—"

"Danny, I'll be over in... 10, thank you, really."

His coworker had an enthusiastic response to his request, Dick felt unbearably fond of it. Him.

—☆

Or, Danny is a Detective in Bludhaven that occasionally visits Gotham.

The thing is, Dick figured it out pretty quickly when he started working in Bludhaven, that Danny was genuine in his business.

Not corrupted, not bought, not fake.

It made him a big target in the city. One that Officer Grayson and Nightwing made sure to protect. He, admittedly, admired the man at the police station quite a bit.

[lilithhound]

Something that's been on my brain is how Leander and MC are almost steered to be a pair. I’m not particularly talking about in a romantic sense - but saying that, there's traces of it. 😂

The characters have their preferred pair / close relationship. Ais and Vere are close so they gravitate towards each other, Kuras and Mhin are close and do the same, so who does that leave? MC and Leander. According to the relationship chart and insight through dialogue, Leander isn’t close to anyone. Doesn’t have a deeper, special bond with anyone. Then along comes the MC. And for them, he’s the one they would probably - unless intercepted by the player of course - be drawn to considering he’s human, the only living person that can resist the effects of their touch and the one that’s offered help and their attention the most. There’s a lot of circumstances pushing them together.

That’s before addressing Leander’s immediate possessiveness over them. Quickly ensnaring, manipulating and isolating so they rely on him solely. Already pulling out the pointedly strong drink he refuses anyone else to serve them, the pomegranate wine Hades and Persephone style before you’ve even had the chance to choose who to pursue. Trying to create - artificially - a special bond between them. Weirdly enough the cursed newcomer might just be the one he feels something deeper with genuinely before he realises it. An outsider that could see a peek of his true self for a change. Potentially. Maybe Leander secretly seeks that. He must be the one to control everything though. I can just visualise an event or trip with all the love interests, where they would in all likelihood break off into their pairs naturally and Leander would do his utmost or expect to be paired with MC if it happened.

There's every chance I'm in my own head thinking excitedly about his route, but it almost feels like there's a string of fate going on between Leander and MC. And we get to decide how it plays out. Imagine the possibility of him finally having someone he can form more of a connection with, but you have your eyes set on someone else.

In short, I need to see how this desperate and despicable man reacts if you aren’t on his route. 🤭

[softmangoes]

how the LIs kiss

18+

pure!sydney's kisses are sweet, mouth soft and his tongue warm. he kisses you in the same way he savors the hard candies you'd slide over the library counter, slipping them into his hands just so your fingers could brush. when he pulls away, his glasses are foggy, a nervous smile on his face. "was that..." he says, blushing. "was that alright?"

corrupt!sydney's kisses are hungry. he's got his hands under your shirt and his tongue deep in your mouth. he's been waiting so patiently, after all, and now he finally has you to himself. "you taste divine, beloved." he says, fingers slipping under your waistband. when you sigh against his mouth, he smiles. "but i think it's time i have my dessert."

whitney's kisses hurt. they're full of teeth and bruises and blood and his nails digging crescents into your skin. whenever he crushes his lips to yours, he always makes sure to leave you aching. and like every fight you've had against him, you never come out unscathed. "there," he says, marveling at the fresh marks blooming along your neck. "now everyone will know whose slut you are."

kylar's kisses are desperate. his hands roam your skin as his mouth murmurs endless promises into the hollow of your neck. "we'll be together forever," he says, drunk on the scent of you. he presses his body to yours, eager to get closer, to envelope you in his embrace. to never, ever, let you go. "nothing will ever change that."

eden wastes no time when he kisses you. he has known the lean months of winter and the lonely days of fall. you cannot deny him the sweetness of spring. he bites into the curve of your neck like the first fruit of warmer days, licks at your lips to drink in your sweetness. but a hunter is always hungry, always wanting. "it's been a long day," he growls, deepening the kiss. when he takes your shirt in his hands, the fabric rips apart easily. "too long without you."

robin's kisses are warm. they're fingers running through your hair, a smile against your mouth. sunny days and lips that taste like fresh lemonade. he always laughs when he kisses you, like he can't believe he's doing this. like he can't believe he's yours. when he kisses you, the world is a little brighter. softer. "it's a beautiful day to be with you," he murmurs after he pulls away, pressing a peck to your cheek before taking your hand in his.

there is no way you can truly describe how the ivory wraith kisses you, but there is a note of familiarity to it. your mind conjures memories of kisses whispered in passing, of lips locked in darkened halls. "as sweet as ever," he hums, licking your lips with his cool tongue. "as sweet as always." the passing of centuries have done little else but make him yearn. the wraith, with his great and terrible beauty, kisses you like he's been waiting for you all this time.

[toyboy-molloy]

"Henry, I'm not trying to rush you, but Sam is waiting-"

"I know," Henry huffed in frustration, still wrestling with the garters on Hans' hose. He gave up, frantically looking around the room, "fuck this, where's my sword?"

Hans' eyes widened, pulling Henry back down to him, "don't even think about it!"

"Why do you even wear them?" Henry said in between frantic, desperate kisses, "they're just a nuisance."

"Says the man who arrived in full plate armour," Hans said with a breathy laugh, indicating the pile of discarded armour scattered across the floor, "if you can manage all that, you can manage a simple buckle."

Henry grumbled, eventually managing to get the clasp undone. His victory was short lived, however, as he looked at Hans' pourpoint and the seemingly millions of buttons before him.

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

[xbomboi]

Husband of Snow White, Father of Apple White… Heroic “Hero” Charming

adult design:

teen design:

everyone who knows him personally calls him “Hero” but it’s pronounced like the word arrow. do you feel me.

[witless-winion1]

“He was supposed to meet us twenty minutes ago,” Eurylochus sighed, his hands brushing over the bark of the tree he leaned against.

“Perhaps he got held up? Surely he would send a messenger if he was completely held back with responsibilities,” Polites responded, crouched to admire the insects scuttling about from under a stone he’d rolled. “He was the one to suggest a hunting trip, after all.”

“Perhaps,” Eurylochus idly agreed, his gaze remaining on the crest of the high hill where the path from the palace descended into the forests nearby.

“Relax, Eury. He’ll be here soon. Come look at this bug! It’s such a pretty shade of green.”

Eurylochus’ eyebrows rose slightly as Polites scooped up the beetle and showed him. “Beautiful indeed.”

“I think I’ll name her Chlöe.”

“GUYS!”

Eurylochus lifted his head. “Ah, would you look at that. He’s arrived,” he noted dryly, as as they both watched Odysseus’ head appear at the top of the steep incline. “Some king, to have so poor punctuality.”

“What held you, my friend?” Polites called up to him, craning his neck slightly.

“And why do you grin like a madman?!” Eurylochus shouted up, before lowering his tone for Polites alone, who was letting down Chlöe from his hand onto the roots of the tree. “He looks as he did when we killed the boar, or the day he and Penelope married.”

Indeed, from the tiny view of Odysseus, the king had a beaming smile that was radiating brighter then the chariot of Helios. “And the morning after,” Polites muttered with his own little smirk. Eurylochus smacked his shoulder lightly.

“I have news!” Odysseus cried from the top of the hill, already starting to hurriedly make his way down the grassy slope, the familiar floppy-eared Argos, Odysseus’ new favorite hunting dog, following clumsily. “The most incredible-”

In his haste, his foot slid sideways and out from under him. The king slipped and hit the ground, tumbling and bumping down the thankfully soft grass, making a variety of soft grunts and yelps to compliment the chorus of halfheartedly stifled laughter from his brothers at the bottom and the frantic barking of his pup scrabbling along after him.

Despite his chuckles, as Odysseus rolled to a stop at the base of the hill, Polites rushed to his sprawled form, closely followed by the largest of their trio. “My friend, are you okay?”

Odysseus scrambled up with surprising eagerness and ease, his face scratched but unchanging of the pure joy it radiated. “Yes, I’m fine, but I have wonderful news!”

“Take a breath, by the gods,” Eurylochus muttered, his hand hovering over the short man’s shoulder. Argos made it down to the bottom as well now, having tripped a few times the way down as well, and started licking Odysseus’ calves, though the man hardly gave notice. “What’s got you so frantic?”

Odysseus grabbed the large hand, then Polites’ as well. “Pe- Penelope’s with child!” He gasped, glowing with pure ecstasy, tears even brimming in the corners of his eyes, when his face had evidence of recent tears already.

Eurylochus’ mouth dropped open, and Polites burst into a grin nearly matching his. “You’re joking! With child? Odysseus, she’s expecting?!”

“She is!” Odysseus shook their conjoined hands wildly. “I’m going to be a father!”

“Lucky bastard!” Eurylochus muttered, finally finding his voice, clapping him on the shoulder with his other hand, squeezing so tightly with his occupied hand that Odysseus winced. “Congratulations- a little prince or princess. Have you just found out this morning?”

“Just an hour ago!” Odysseus responded undauntedly. “And Penelope is already glowing. She contained her excitement far better then I did, though perhaps because she had time before to process it before telling me.”

“Oh, my friend-” Polites let go and pulled him into a tight hug. “My congrats as well, and I know you’re going to be a wonderful father.”

“And you two will be a wonderful uncle-” Odysseus grinned up at Eurylochus, who smiled back unhesitantly- “and godfather.”

Polites’ mouth dropped open, and he pulled back, holding Odysseus’ shoulders. “Godfather?!”

“Yes. Godfather.” Odysseus tilted his head forward. “No one better. Penelope and I agreed on it.”

“Ody..” Polites’ voice cracked with his own tears.

The father-to-be laughed. “You can’t be that surprised. Who else would it be?”

Polites just shook his head, blinking fast. Argos whined and nudged Polites’ knee, begging for attention.

“This child will be the most spoiled in Ithaca, won’t they?” Eurylochus hummed, towering over them, especially Polites when he bent to greet the pup. “No getting around it.”

Odysseus nodded proudly. “Yes, probably so, and I will do nothing to help the matter.” He looked up at Eurylochus. “I see something in your eyes. What’re you holding back?”

There was a small glint of bittersweet longing in the large man’s eyes as Polites looked up as well. “I have all the joy for you and Penelope, Odysseus. I…I’m just thinking of when it will be my and Ctimene’s turn.”

“Don’t look so crest-fallen,” Odysseus chortled, earning a snort from Polites- the dad jokes were already coming to fruition, though Odysseus had always been fond of puns. “Your time will come, Eury! And I’m sure giving Ctimene the news will…inspire her. As would meeting her niece or nephew.” Odysseus winked.

Eurylochus’ face flushed at the tease, and he cleared his throat, a sound buried beneath the laughter of his friends as Polites shoved Odysseus’ shoulders. “Well, I…let’s focus on you and your happiness, now.”

“Oh, yes! And a banquet’s being prepared now! You two are invited, of course-”

Argos barked insistently.

“Yes, you too! Penelope’s favorite guard dog.”

[conclaveyaoi]

mister robert harris, words were chosen, signore, words were chosen...the sabballini potential to get freaky is enormous. praetorian. appraising a beast. the cow line in the movie. the pause in the auditorium. and your man. signore. signore ti prego. I CANNOT

[briskchips]

Fellow Shadownilla shipper? 🤨

(and if you are you should totally read Jambound- amazing stuff)

ALSO HI IM NEW I LOVE YOUR WORK! ABSOLUTELY STUNNING ✨✨✨

I sure am! Love some tragic toxic lovers

I am VERY into jambound, it's so insanely well written, I'd like to board out a scene at some point actually. I'm reading through it very slowly, but I will catch up one day :,)

and THANK YOOOUUUU happy to have you here!

[fluffydeoxys]

the jebmeister

[redbootsindoriath]

Once upon a time, ten years or so ago, I wrote a ridiculous children's book about a squirrel knight. To this day it's still the only book I've ever completed a full draft for, and I've considered editing it and seeing if I can't get it published someday, but I would like to have illustrations for it first. One of the problems I've encountered with that, though, is putting plate armor on squirrels. So if I have to suffer through drawing it then you guys have to suffer through seeing it.

[redyarns]

there's a crack taken seriously idea i have where tfp and tf1 megatrons switch universes. so tf1 megatron, whos young and just barely starting his decepticon army, gets dumped into this new world and is immediately face with an optimus hes never seen before. this optimus is calm and mature and has such a deep voice that it lowkey rattles megatrons plates. and then worst of all is when this older and grizzled optimus begins to treat him like nothing more than a pretty pet. it drives megatron absolutely crazy, which makes optimus find him that much cuter. scenes include things like optimus coaxing this new megatron to sit in his lap to handfeed him energon, stroking his back constantly, occasionally gently (but firmly) cupping the back of his neck in a silent warning of both possession and reprimanding. and megatron is mortified when he finds that he melts into goo over it every single time. in summary: sugar daddy optimus. somehow.

for the other flip side, megatron is about to seriously start blasting bots in the face because hes both pissed off and confused over not only the state of cybertron (and his decepticons. why does soundwave look like that and why is starscream disturbingly pretty) but also this - eugh - younger and far too excitable version of optimus. this optimus is shiny and brand new and somehow causes more trouble than the decepticons sometimes. even more disturbing is how eager this optimus is to pursue megatron, which is ridiculous because megatron has no interest entertaining the infatuation of someone much younger than him but also definitely not optimus prime??? but optimus is determined and eager and has no qualms about putting megatron in his place, and megatron is on the ground, stunned and winded, at how this prime is definitely new and not as experienced as the one he used to know but still somehow able to beat megatron. and optimus is practically purring in satisfaction as he slides his servos over megatron's old and weary frame and megatron cant decide if he wants to punch him or (to his horror) kiss him. scenes include things like optimus loving to flirt outrageously until megatron wants to die, optimus constantly touching megatrons aft or sides, and also fantasizing about bending megatron over almost to a frightening degree.

tldr; both megatrons are baffled and miffed. both optimus' are determined and unwavering in their pursuit. everyone else is Tired and considers this an end to both wars.

[actuallyrandompersondaily]

"Dad?" Chris started, voice quiet. "Is… Is it bad that I don't know if I want Buck to adopt me?"

Eddie paused his movements briefly, before continuing to tug the duvet up Chris' chest.

"Have things been moving too fast for you, bud? You know we want you to feel comfortable with everything."

Chris shook his head at that, biting his lip briefly.

"I'm happy you're getting married," he clarified, giggling a little when Eddie made an over-dramatic sigh of relief. "And I get what you explained with the whole will thing, even if it makes me sad to think about. It just…"

Eddie cupped Chris' face with his hand as his words trailed off, brushing a thumb against his cheekbone.

"It feels too close to replacing Mom right now?" Eddie guessed, and Chris nodded.

"Like— I know that it wouldn't be," he explained. "I get that I can have two dads and a mom and that all of you love me. And I do love him like a dad. I just… don't know if I'm ready yet. But I don't want him to be mad. I don't want him to stop loving me."

There was a noise at Chris' bedroom door, and both their heads snapped around to see Buck standing there with a heartbroken look on his face.

"Oh, Chris," he started helplessly, and Eddie moved out the way so Buck could take his place next to the bed.

"Sorry," Chris whispered, voice quavering, and Buck hushed him gently.

"Christopher, I could never, ever be mad at you over something like this, okay? And I will never stop loving you."

"Even if I'm never ready?" Chris asked, and Buck leant in to kiss his forehead.

"Even if you're never ready. Even if you didn't see me as your dad at all and never would. Even if you hated me. You're my kid no matter what, and we don't need a piece of paper to say that."

"I don't hate you." Chris replied, smiling now. "And… I do think I'll be ready eventually. Someday. Just not yet."

"Someday," Buck agreed, leaning his head against Eddie's shoulder before reaching across and tapping Chris' chest lightly. "Till then, we'll just be a family in here."

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I'm going to force you to play the joke FNAF dating sim my friend and I are making

[leashybebes]

hallmark au

for *deep breath* @rosyhoneydew, @aisatsana441, @mrhappyjavaman, @a-simple-space-gay, @setmeatopthepyre and

@trombonechurchill (tumblr i beg you to let me tag more than five people in a line wtf) who all requested various amounts of this nonsense 💛💛💛

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"Uh." Tommy realizes he has no idea. "I need - " He thinks back to his list from last night. "I need a broom, and some wood polish and maybe the number of an electrician and a plumber and a builder if you have it?" He can hear the desperation in his own voice as he nears the end of that sentence.

"That's quite the list," the older man behind the counter says gently.

"Yeah. I inherited a house in town and I have - I have no idea what I'm doing," Tommy says, even though it stings to admit.

"Mrs Rosso's place?"

"Yeah," Tommy says, surprised for a second until he thinks about the size of the town. "My great aunt."

"I'm really sorry, man," the blue eyed guy says. "She was a sweetheart."

"Thanks. I hadn't seen her since I was a kid, but - thanks."

"I'm Bobby," the guy behind the counter says, offering Tommy a hand to shake. "Bobby Nash."

"Tommy Kinard."

"Hi, Tommy. I think we can help. As well as the store, I run a contracting business."

"You do?" Tommy feels almost faint with relief.

"Mm-hm. Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz," Bobby says, nodding towards the other two guys. "Two of my finest."

"Oh my god," Tommy sags against the counter, hardly able to believe his luck.

"Unfortunately neither of them is a plumber or an electrician, but if you'd like we can do a general assessment today, and I can meet with you tomorrow and we can discuss what needs doing, budget, things like that."

"That would be amazing," Tommy says.

"Eddie, why don't you head over to the Rosso place with Tommy and do the basic checks?"

"I can do it," the other guy - Buck? Evan? - says quickly.

"No, I need you out at the Sanders place today," Bobby says.

[tasbcl]

idc when people write Connor how they want to, have fun and be free. but when people write him clueless… new to the world… needing to be taught things and showed things… eager to please… learning how it feels to be touched and not quite understanding it but loving it anyway…. I become a feral beast