#i do not know how to tag that fic snippet but eh

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 1/2/2024

it’s quite satisfying how the year started on a monday

listening

first song of the year: how could it be anything other than Sabata. this is the theme from the titular Sabata, i meant to pick the theme from Return of Sabata but im not mad about it.

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reading

i read Tim Marchman’s Popping Tins newsletter (a newsletter about fish and seafood) less bc i enjoy locking Mack in the bathroom every time i want a tuna melt and more for the droll authorial voice. i have bought a tin of mackerel after reading some entries, and it was very good but much much richer than tuna.

What should I do with this can of krill meat?

after consulting the importer’s website:

This is accompanied by a photograph of the can featuring easily-discerned black eyes, which are nothing to be concerned about, according to the company that produces this can. The first question on its FAQ page is “What are the little black speckles in my can?” “No need to be concerned here!” the answer reads. “Your meat is not dirty, and you did not get a defected can. Our Antarctic Krill meat contains the most nutritious parts of the krill, which happen to include their eyes.

…

The risks here are clear: I could vomit when I open the can and see the nutritious black eyes staring at me; I could destroy the peace in my home by making it smell like sautéed and simmered krill; and/or I could ruin a perfectly delicious lunch by introducing nutritious eyes and hard bits of chitin.

i have no memory of how i found this newsletter.

i keep forgetting i have ten hoopla credits a month through my old library and i want to read more comics this year bc reading comics is fun. in the past in practice this means ive binged all ten credits over a weekend. this weekend i had time for exactly one.

The Riddler: Year One is an extremely direct tie-in to the movie and i think it’s neat they let the riddler’s actor paul dano go wild with his backstory and then turn it into a comic. it’s fun when actors get to do weird tie-in shit.

(non-sequential pages)

watching this forensic accountant’s brain crack and scramble like an egg as he struggles to really grasp the enormity of gotham corruption and why the city is such a dogshit miserable place to live in made me go “oh huh that was a pretty good writing decision in the movie”. not that the riddler was terribly stable to begin with but the despair and the unraveling were very effectively conveyed. this comic has a lot of fun with funky layouts (left) and an entire issue (right) is conspiracy board shit on top of accounting forms which is a neat artistic choice.

deeply depressing but an interesting new little window into the rpatz batman (god i hope we get more rpatz batman films) and fun to look at.

how i found this: trawling the popular comics page on hoopla

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watching

this is the seventh year of starting a new-to-me classic black and white movie around 1030/11 PM New Year’s Eve and i am annoyed i didn’t like the movie that started this year but, according to the data, it’s been fifty-fifty so far.

previous years have featured: sunset boulevard, yojimbo, the thin man, it happened one night, bringing up baby, the big sleep, and now roman holiday (1953, dir. Wyler).

this is the platonic ideal of a classic movie. it’s not sterile but it’s so… unobjectionable. wholesome (derogatory) even. not particularly what i was looking for in a movie but, much like the gelato and champagne that pop up, it was kind of a sweet nothing. i don’t think anyone eats any real food this whole movie?

this is never a movie that feels rushed. it is two hours of watching beautiful people traipse around a beautiful city in beautiful edith head costumes. i would not say there is a lot of tension for the first hour and a half. however, imo, it does land its ending and for that i can forgive it a great deal. this is another beautiful movie that is simply not for me.

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playing

have you ever wanted an open world rpg where you play as a shark? congrats, this was apparently free on epic a while back

Maneater has a tremendously fun prologue where you play as the soon-to-be-dead mother shark who is absolutely going to town on a crowded beach and destroying multiple spear-gun-wielding divers and multiple boats full of citizens exercising their second amendment rights. this prologue is an excellent choice by the game bc it locks the fun part (eating people) behind several hours of really grindy shit. i am not entertained by the grind of eating progressively larger muskellunge, avoiding alligators, and collecting license plates. the grind is EXCEPTIONALLY grindy, i put about three hours into it and have only gotten to level 5 (teen) and have only two mutations i can sink loot into (four types of loot gained from eating other fish. this is too many types imo). i am not anywhere near a recommended level to start fucking humans up. im also not super impressed with the open world aspects of it— there are not a lot of things to do, discover, or interact with in the first two areas.

this seems like a really fun game that clotheslined itself with a cripplingly slow upgrade cycle. im sure the mid and late game are hysterically fun, especially on stream. however i am not willing to put in the hours to get to the fun part when i could immediately be having fun in some other game.

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making

a lot of profoundly uninteresting cleaning. after not being able to figure out why my office (where Phil [no longer in heat. for now] lives) still reeks of piss even after stealing a blacklight from a friend and cleaning with a blacklight, it is of course bc she has been pissing in secret places i didn’t think she could get to. upside down smile emoji. both the girls got their monthly flea goop yesterday and were deeply unhappy about it.

most of my plants died in the move and i am finally tackling the survivors. fan favorite giant snake plant (not pictured, tidied up and inside) did make it and pull through but is not happy about it. now that i have baby basil and baby dill sprouting in the kitchen i do need to do something with the balcony so they have somewhere to grow up study and strong.

also slammed that silly little blondeyes NFT thing up on the archive

[feanors-mom]

Fic snippet train

Share a snippet from a fic that you loved writing but doesn't get a lot of attention! Then tag three other people. I wanna see your writing. :)

Thanks for the tag @misst1ff! Here's a snippet from a short one-shot I wrote for this year's Maedhros and Maglor week, Deeds of pity are ever strange. I'd love to see snippets new or old from @conundrumoftime, @spiced-wine-fic, and @balrogballs (no pressure, only if you'd like to share). Hell, I wanna see EVERYONE'S snippets!

(Snippet below cut. Rated M for language)

Summary:

“The oath was sworn in the name of Ilúvatar,” Maedhros explains. “It cannot be broken, lest we be doomed to everlasting darkness.” “Seems to me you're both fucked either way,” Elros says. “So what's the harm in asking?” "Elros, I will not tolerate that language in my halls. For someone of your stature, it's unbecoming." Maedhros conveniently ignores the question.   ~~~ The War of Wrath has started, and the kidnap family is coming to an end. This is how the conversation went.

Formal sit-downs among the quartet are rare, but when they occur, it is Maedhros who does the talking. And Maedhros has already said more than he has in weeks.

They must really be in for it.  

“We’re going north,” Maedhros says. 

“We?” Elros asks. He folds his arms and leans back in the chair.

“Yes. All of us together, for a time. Then," Maedhros pauses to swallow before he continues. "We must part.”

“Why?” Elros demands. “What’s happening up there?” They've all felt the ground rumbling and seen the new star in the sky.

“P–art ?” Elrond says, but the impact of the word is undermined by his voice cracking at the end. “Fuck. My voice did that thing again.” Maedhros scowls, and Elrond covers his mouth in contrition. As a rule, Maedhros abhors profanity. 

“Eh, it’s your age,” Maglor waves a hand to dismiss Elrond's embarrassment. "It's normal," he says, grateful to have something certain to offer. 

“Anyway,” Maedhros goes on, never one to belabor the point. “There’s a war. The great Western host has come. The Enemy will likely fall, but the land is breaking. We cannot stay here. All will flood.”

“Just how do you know that?” Elros hisses, dubious as always.

“We know," Maedhros lowers his voice the way he does when he won’t be entertaining further questions. “We leave soon. Tomorrow, if the weather holds. Pack light.” He makes to sit up from the chair but Maglor grabs his brother by the wrist, preventing him from leaving.

The twins stare at Maglor now. “Is it true?” Elrond squeaks.

Maglor nods. "Boys," he starts. And sensing Elros' urge to correct him again, Elrond elbows his twin in the rib. “I want you to know –” but Maglor's voice chokes off. “You’re my - you are - ah, a moment.” Elrond reaches across the table to take Maglor's hand.

When Maglor is able, he continues. “You know, many years ago, we swore an oath to-"

“Stars. Yes, we know,” Elros rolls his eyes. "Everyone knows about that."  

“I want you to know that if ever we had a chance to renounce the oath, to overcome it, then it was only because of you. Both of you,” Maglor is weeping outright now, so it takes awhile to get the words out. “You're my sons, same as my own blood. I just want you both to know it.” Elrond knits his brows and squeezes Maglor's hand tighter, before Elros’ thoughts bleed again into his again.

He gets like this, you know.

[niterose]

thank you so much for tagging me in the wip challenge!! 💞 i wish i could participate but unfortunately my wips aren't even wips, they're iip (ideas in progress) 😭😭 i have 7 pages of ideas and havent written a word for any... executive dysfunction is kicking my ass.

but i was reading through your wips and it was so difficult to choose one because they all look so interesting! but i was intrigued by "patience is a virtue" and "dark side of the moon" 🫶

u can choose whichever you want to share a snippet (or maybe both if you'd like!) 💖💖

Aw, that's okay!! Sometimes the ideas need to percolate a bit more before they make it onto the page! I look forward to hearing about them when you get to the point where you're ready to share 😊 And honestly, even some of the ones I shared are hardly more than semi-coherent thoughts😅

reingkings got to Dark Side of the Moon before you, but luckily that just means you get to see the answer for that one as well!

Now, for Patience is a Virtue- eh it's another crack fic idea!

This one really tests both In-ho and Gi-hun's sanity. Basically, it's my version of a Gi-hun knows In-ho's identity before entering the games fic. Except it's just them being really shady and passive aggressive at each other to the bafflement of all the other characters. They can't decide if these two guys hate each or just need to "work out some frustration" if you know what I mean.

This idea really came from my utter annoyance at all of In-ho's little manipulative side comments he makes in season 2, and I wanted to give Gi-hun the opportunity to make him suffer just as much.

Luckily this is one that has some written, so I can do a snippet! This might look a little familiar because I share like two lines of it a while ago but now it's revamped ✨

916 days. Gi-hun has spent 916 days dedicating every waking moment to bringing down the games, and it’s all about to go up in flames because of Hwang. Fucking. In-ho. “Some people chose umbrella?” Player 001 scoffs, his eyes lit with amusement. Gi-hun’s eye twitches. Jun-ho’s brother is single-handedly the most insufferable person that Gi-hun has ever had the misfortune of meeting. “916 days,” he mumbles to himself like a mantra. “Those unlucky bastards must have bitten the dust.” Gi-hun’s hands fist in the polyester of his track pants. He is going to kill Hwang In-ho before they even make it to the second game. No, he can be patient. Even in his own mind, the words are starting to sound a little desperate. Fine. Gi-hun looks up and stares him dead in the eye. “I picked umbrella.” In-ho’s eyes widen at Gi-hun’s admission, but the man recovers quickly. His gaze fills with concern, which Gi-hun admits would look sincere if he didn’t know any better. “Oh, you must have been so terrified.” The fake sympathy is grating, but then his expression turns thoughtful. And Gi-hun knows without a doubt that he’s not going to like the next words out of his mouth. “There’s no guarantee the shapes will be the same, but if the game is dalgona, then you must have some special techniques you can share.” He pauses and his lips quirk up ever so slightly. “Especially if you survived something as difficult as umbrella.” “Oh that’s true, how did you manage that?” Gi-hun jumps at Jung-bae’s voice. He’s a little embarrassed to admit that he’d completely forgotten there were other people present. “Uh,” he mumbles out the answer, heat rising to his cheeks. “I’m sorry, 456. I didn’t quite catch that.” Gi-hun sends the man a withering glare. “I licked it.” The Frontman has no excuse to look so delighted by Gi-hun’s answer. “Yah, that’s embarrassing.” He chuckles, the laughter is echoed in the players standing around him, but Gi-hun only smiles. “Not as embarrassing as being one of the sickos who got off on watching me.”

*916 is an relatively arbitrary number because the SQ timeline is confusing don't look at it too closely 👀

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Twisted Wonderland Monster!AU Snippet: "A New Life"

So since the writing process for the pregnant fem!Yuu is taking a little longer than I'd like (I've got so many ideas on types of interactions before and after the baby is born, but as I said in another post, it's tricky figuring out which character to have in said situation 😂), I thought I'd share a snippet of what I have so far so you guys can see!

It might end up being a little (lot) longer than I anticipated depending on how much I want to add, so thank you for your patience everyone!

Note for context: Fem!Yuu is about five (5) months along in the beginning before she arrived in Twisted Wonderland, which means we get to explore the monster boys being curious (if a bit tsun-tsun) about the future baby. Grim is also acting like those pictures and videos of cats who snuggle their pregnant owner's belly, but he doesn't even know why he's doing it and no one else has any idea what's going on either. 😂

ALSO, IF I NEED TO TAG THIS ANY SPECIFIC WAY, PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN ADD THE TAGS FOR THIS AND WHEN THE FIC IS READY TO BE POSTED!!!!

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“…hm?” Grim uttered, quickly pulling away to stare at Yuu’s middle with wide eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Jack asked.

Grim said nothing for a moment, his expression focused as he pressed his cheek and ear against her belly again. Just as it had earlier, Yuu felt movement inside—movement that startled Grim as he jumped away with a yelp. “Fygah!? What was that?!” he asked, fur bristling and wings flaring defensively.

“Wait, what happened?” Deuce asked.

“I felt somethin’ move!” Grim told them, looking thoroughly spooked now.

“What?! Does the human have a parasite inside?!” Sebek said, Yuu wincing as the volume caught the attention of the students around them.

“Don’t be silly. Internal parasites can't be felt so clearly outside the body,” Riddle commented, holding his tray of food as he sat down at a nearby table.

Realizing that things would get out of hand if she didn’t stop it, Yuu reached out to pull Grim into her arms and said, “He’s not wrong, guys. Grim did feel something move.”

That seemed to get everyone’s attention as they stared at her in confusion. “He…felt something?” Deuce repeated. “What do you mean?”

“Well…let’s just say that—technically speaking—I wasn’t the only human that came to Twisted Wonderland.”

“EH?!?” came the literal chorus of voices as the teenagers stared at her.

“Wait, you mean there’s another human somewhere?!” Cater asked, his phone already up and ready to start typing. “Where are they? Do humans turn invisible? What’s their name??”

“No, humans don’t turn invisible. As for where they are…you’ll have to guess that. And for their name…well, they don’t have one yet.”

“Eh? How come they don’t have a name?” Epel asked. “And…if there’s another human here, why weren’t they at the ceremony?”

“Oh, they were there,” she told them, unable to help the smile on her face. “In fact, everyone was looking at them the whole time.”

“I didn’t see them at all!” Grim protested, paws reaching up to grip her face. “Tell me where they are!”

“Grim, you’ve probably been the closest one to them for the past month now,” she told him, laughing as she booped his nose. “At this rate, I’ll be having trouble carrying you and them around.”

“Huh? What does that even mean?” he asked, looking at the others as they shrugged.

“Fufufufu…oh my. It would seem my suspicions were correct!” a familiar deep voice behind them said.

“Fygah!! Where’d you come from?!”

Despite the surprise appearance, Yuu’s smile was still as wide as Lilia’s as the lantern bat hung upside down beside her. “My apologies, I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation,” he said before tilting his head to peer at Yuu. “I believe congratulations are in order, my dear. When are you due?”

“In about three and a half months,” she told him, placing her hand on her stomach as the baby moved again.

“Oh! Well, it seems like we’ll all be hearing the pitter-patter of tiny human feet around the school. How lovely~! Is this your first?”

Nodding, she said, “Yeah. I’m a little nervous since there’s been so much going on, and things have been a little…stressful.”

“Ah yes, I can understand that,” he replied, giving the others a sly smile. “After all, I’ve heard that stress isn’t good for expecting mothers and their unborn baby.”

“B-b…b…BABY?!”

“Ah, there it is,” Lilia said with a chortle. “I was wondering how long it would take.”

“I was just thinking of how to give them a bigger hint,” Yuu said with a giggle.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!” Ace stammered, eyes wide as saucers. “You mean…Yuu is pregnant?!”

“Mm-hm. You hit the nail on the head!”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEH!?!”

[604to647]

(Late Night) WIP Wednesday Thursday

Thank you for the tags @milla-frenchy @galway-girlatwork @joelmillerisapunk @baronessvonglitter 🥰🥰 Had an odd week and didn't write a lot, but managed to write a little of a lot of different things 🤣 (Unfortunately, no progress on the Acacius Hockey AU except for this and this).

Thank you for the kind reception on my first Dear-uary submission (What's a TomDaya?), the second entry will be for our dear Timothy Rockford and his Shutterbug, and it will be HORNEE (the epistolary form is SEXTING 🫠🤭):

Everything about the photo exudes control, skill, competency.  Your mouth suddenly felt very dry even as your pussy gushed; before you could register its actions, your free hand skimmed up past the hem of Tim’s t-shirt, delicate fingers starting to rub soft circles over the front of your already drenched panties as you gawked at the very picture of dominance and prowess projecting from your phone.

I also started working on my first ever Dieter fic (eek!) for @happypedrohours' Bouquets of Pedro Creativity Challenge! The working title is "Crawling Back to You (Dieter's Version)", heavily influenced by Hozier's cover of "Do I Wanna Know"; two quick snippets:

Detox had been a fucking nightmare but Dieter likes the voices in his head now.  They’re gentler with him, more forgiving, thoughtful.  They sound like you.

He couldn’t even bring himself to do you the disservice of asking you to wait, or stay by his side but hidden.  It was beneath you.  And to ask was to break his promise.

Turns out he didn’t even need to ask for you to feel the full weight of his betrayal. 

Hmmm, what else, what else? More The Rockford Portfolio, perhaps? How about some hurt/comfort?

Still, the sting of seeing you with someone else stays with him as he stumbles out of the coffeeshop, vendor's stall, grocery store and Tim tries leaning against the wall, a tree, his car to steady himself.  It doesn’t help in the least.  Doubling over, the pain in his chest balloons and threatens to suffocate him; deep breaths deliver no air to his lungs, the excruciating mass of regret too much in the way.  He can’t breathe.  He can’t breathe.  He can’t.

And... some young!Frankie who's having a rough go of a friends-to-lovers fic:

As soon as he lands, Frankie turns off airplane mode and the sudden influx of cell service after six weeks has his phone practically vibrating out of his hand from all the messages and notifications he’s missed.  He only cares about whether or not there are any messages from you, and when he sees that there are, he reads them in quick succession. There are only seven:

How were the pups this morning? Thanks so much again for walking Mac for me.  I really needed that extra half hour of sleep 😉

How’s your day going so far?  Mine is stupid busy with work, but I should be able to leave on time today!

Frankie!!! Thank you so much for the croissant! I love that bakery.  And thank you for the sweet note, too

Goodnight!

Frankie?  Is everything okay?  I’m worried about you.

Are you going to McKibbon’s tomorrow?

You didn’t come tonight.  Is it because of me?

His chest constricts at the evident change in mood and tone over the span of these messages, and especially at the sadness that radiates from the last one.

Huh. Lots of angst, eh? Yeesh - told you it's been an odd week! Ha!

No tags because I'm so late but anyone who is late like me but wants to share please dooooo 🥰🥰

[cadybear420]

WIP Whenever!

A couple of weeks back I shared a snippet from a fix-it fic for the HSS:CA Book 1 sabotage arc (check it out here if u haven't already. then again updated dialogue from that one is included in this post so eh), where I try to make Ajay more unbiased.

Yesterday I returned to the fic and I just added in some dialogue to incorporate the detail that Ajay is familiar with Danielle's jealous and vindictive ways, and can warn MC about it in a premium scene. I think realistically he would have tried to be unbiased and not jump to any accusations, but would also be suspecting Danielle and at the very least get on her case a bit.

NGL though, I feel like I should also rewrite the scene without the headcanon of MC wanting to be the witch. Because even in the canon situation of MC crushing on Rory and wanting to be the princess, Ajay would still try to be unbiased, sus out Danielle a bit for dying on the hill of MC being guilty, and would still tell off Danielle and the other Dick Assholes for bullying MC. Maybe I'll do both versions, I can do both. We'll see.

Tagging:

@lover-also-fighter-also | @loreofyore | @spadesofgrass

@choicesmc | @somerandomjewelleryonthefloor | @rjschoicesstuff

@rosesnink | @gmsrrn98 | @lilyoffandoms

@dutifullynuttywitch | @aria-ashryver | @aces-and-angels

Once again, script format writing is just for drafting

Cher: Wait… you don’t seriously think– Danielle: What, that you did it on purpose? Erin: Cher is a freshman! How could she know where the cubes are or which was the right one? It was obviously a mistake! Evie: Yeah, I’m right with Erin on this one! What freshman would know how to sabotage a play like that on the first day of school? I’d have been lucky to have even found my way to the auditorium in the first place on my first day!  Trevor: I don’t know… it’s starting to seem more and more like sabotage. Cher: Sabotage? Evie: Don’t be ridiculous, you guys. My broken leg was an accident on Cher’s part, and nothing more.  [Trevor shakes his head] Trevor: No way. I personally took all of the audition props from the prop room and set them in the wings, including the theatre cube with no wheels. Take a look at the prop checkout logs from that day if you don’t believe me. Cher: I didn’t see any cube! Ajay: Cher, are you absolutely sure you didn’t just overlook it? [not sure which dialogue option Cher would answer here… insert this later] Trevor: Erin, Ajay, I’m sorry to say it, but the cube was right there with the other audition props. She would have to be blind to miss it.  Mr. Olson: What are you implying, Trevor? Trevor: Hate to say it, but it really looks like Cher switched the cubes on purpose. Cher: Why would I do that? Trevor: You tell me. Danielle: I’m just throwing this out there… but doesn’t it seem convenient that Evie slips and breaks her leg, and then suddenly Cher waltzes in and gets cast as the princess? Cher: Seriously Danielle? [not sure which in-game response option she’d choose, so brb] [A few others nod along with Danielle] [Also, Cher didn’t even want the princess role in the first place! She wanted the witch! And Evie wanted to be the knight but IDK if that’s relevant here] Cher: Also… (her eyes start to flare) I didn’t even want the princess role. I wanted the role as the fucking witch!  Trevor: Cher, watch your language– Cher: You remember, right Danielle? I freaking begged Ajay to let me and you switch roles!!! Ajay: I definitely remember that. You dropped down on your knees and gave me big puppy-dog eyes and everything! (he chuckles a little, but quickly regains his serious mood) Danielle: Yeah. And how do we know Cher wasn’t just hamming it up to hide her true motives?  Ajay: I don’t know… I mean… sure, she was a bit… over-the-top about it… but she ultimately seemed genuine. Plus, I remember her getting very excited in auditions every time we tried her as the witch.  Danielle: Well, actors are the best liars.  Ajay: I… [a few others continue nodding along with Danielle’s arguments, others frown and roll her eyes. But Ajay starts to narrow his eyes at her…] Ajay: Danielle, you seem to be really dying on this hill that Cher was behind this… (Danielle’s expression wavers a bit) Danielle: I’m just pointing out–  Ajay: Yes, but none of it is any real evidence that Cher was responsible. Honestly, anyone could have tampered with the props.  Aiden: Exactly!   (Cher smiles a bit) Ajay: That being said… (he takes a deep breath in) …they’re not implausible explanations either… (Cher’s face falls into confusion) Cher: You can’t be… you don’t really think I’d do something like that, do you? Ajay: I’m not saying that, Cher. I’m saying… we can’t rule you out as a possibility. I don’t have much reason to believe that you’d pull this off… but I do also trust Trevor’s word that it wasn’t an accident. Especially since I’ve seen people scheme to get lead roles before. And you were the one who retrieved the cube, so that doesn’t exactly look good for you. (Ajay starts to become increasingly distressed here) Maybe it was an accident… maybe it wasn’t… honestly, at this point, I don’t know what the hell to believe!  Erin: You have to believe Cher! She’s our friend! Ajay: I’m sorry, what am I supposed to do? Just ignore that someone got hurt on my watch because of friendship?

[drmellking]

tease tidbit tuesday! 🩺🩹

i just wanted to share this snippet from my fic and didn't want to wait untill tomorrow jshsjs

rule: share whatever scene or snippet from your fic that has you excited, ig???

anyway this is from my school nurse eddie and gym teacher buck!

interact with this post if you wanna be tagged when i post the fic

As it turns out, Eddie does see Buck again. He doesn't even have to wait days or a week.

He sees him just an hour later after their first introduction.

"Hey again!"

Eddie looks up to see the man standing on the doorway, looking sheepish but also a little bit freaked out.

"Buck? What are you doing here?"

"Uh… so, funny story! I got bitten by a kid and Bobby told me it was protocol to come here and get it looked at?" Buck pulls a face, looking down at his right arm where Eddie can clearly see teeth marks and the skin slightly red and shiny from saliva. "It isn't bleeding, though, so I'm sure it's fine."

Eddie sighs and stands from his desk, guiding Buck once again to one of the stretchers as he pulls on some clean gloves.

"Still, we should clean and disinfect it." Eddie frowns as he gets the foam soap and some wipes. "You would be surprised how much damage a bite by a kid can cause."

"Oh." Buck frowns down to their hands and Eddie suppresses another sigh.

"How did this even happen? Got the kids hating on you already?" He tries to joke.

"No…" Buck huffs out a laugh. "I was introducing myself to the first graders and one of the kids said he was Spider-man."

Eddie stops cleaning the wound and glances up, raises an amused eyebrow at the man.

"So naturally I told him that was so cool and that I wish I could have his powers too."

"Naturally." Eddie says dryly.

"And next thing I know, the little psycho was biting me!" Buck widens his eyes and it's a little hilarious if Eddie's being honest.

"Still, you must have broken a record or something. Your first day and you've been on the sickbay twice in like, what? An hour? Are you gonna be a frequent flier here? Should I put your name in one of the stretchers?"

"Maybe you should." Buck lifts his chin, a small amused grin making his lips curve upwards. "I've been told I'm prone to getting hurt. Hate to break it to you, Eddie, but I think you're gonna see me very often."

"You know, you shouldn't sound as thrilled as you do about that fact." Eddie shakes his head. "Considering that you would be hurt or in pain or whatever.

"Eh, I found out the school nurse is pretty cool so it could be worse."

tagging (no pressure): @buddierights @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @panbuckley @hippolotamus @thewolvesof1998 @shortsighted-owl @ebdaydreamer @heartshapedvows @prince-buck-diaz @bekkachaos @transbuck @transboybuckley @911onabc @cowboy-buddie @the-likesofus @elvensorceress @barbiediaz @prettyboybuckley @bigfootsmom @911onabc @jesuisici33 @diazblunt @alyxmastershipper @spotsandsocks and anyone else who wants to do it <333

[fawncherries]

fanfic writer interview!

thank you to the lovely @monkey-banana41 for the tag <33 almost cried at my pc anyway weeeee

How many works do you have on AO3?

i have 34! they were all posted this year, and 32 of them are sskk or sskk-centric... i might be crazy

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

i rarely check this one but it actually surprised me a little bit :3 they are, of course, all sskk :D

lasting until the next time - explicit | 39.4k | 31 chapters my kinktober for 2024! i wanted to write something that had a "developing relationship" type of plot, but also featured an nsfw scene for (most of) the chapters! it's set two years into the future, after everything is cleared up and sskk reunite for the first time in a while.

two flints make a fire - explicit | 24.5k | 10 chapters originally started as a rivals-with-benefits smut shot after i watched dead apple three times in one weekend, but turned into 10 chapters of somewhat canon compliant sskk porn, basically!

skin to skin - teen | 18.1k | one-shot this was the first fic i posted in march! an sskk ability swap fic where they learn to understand each other whilst trying to get their abilities back, set after the decay of the angels saga. lots of fluff, a little bit of angst and a slightly-unhinged atsushi!

inevitable dwindling; awakening metempsychosis - teen | 17.2k | one-shot i'm so glad this is up here because this is my favourite thing i have ever written. an sskk fic around the six month promise and how that might happen, which turns into an accidental-roommate-situation and a lot of overthinking! essentially one big akutagawa character study that i did after rewatching bsd in the summer.

from duality to singularity - mature | 10.8k | one-shot a post-beast au where atsushi joins the ADA and sskk basically hate each other until they love each other. it's part of twin flames, which is an entire world where beast sskk and canon sskk meet and learn a lot of things about each other!

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

absolutely yes, whenever i can find the time. i love talking about my projects, and comments are always the best place for it. for me, if someone enjoyed my fic enough to comment, i want to reciprocate that gratitude and energy :D

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

ehe... well i think we all know the answer to this one, but definitely a hope to return, as it's literally canon-ish mcd. i also think i should give an honourable mention to double edged blade, which is just my personal headcanons on tachihara's back story up until chapter 90.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

i tend to write with more ambiguous endings. to me, sskk are a pairing where they still kind of hate themselves and need a lot more time than just a silly mega one-shot where they get together to heal. i think the to transmogrify a hound series (especially home comforts) are quite cathartic, and that makes ME happy...

Do you write crossovers?

no, i don't think i will either! canon is my playground :D

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

not yet... hopefully never...

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes i do! it really depends. i've written pure nasty nothing smut, but introspective smut is my favourite to write.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

other than when a bot sniped the whole of ao3, i have had a few snippets/plot stolen in a fic i saw once, but i just kind of let it slide and took it as a compliment

Have you ever had a fic translated?

no :)

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no but watch this space............... /threat

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

i think it's pretty obvious that it's sskk for me. i'm hoping to branch out into other ships i like for 2025!

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

i currently have a spreadsheet of 15 wips that i stare at blankly then start something new. one of the wips i have that i don't think i'll ever share is a rewrite of an au that i published before 'auroraheart' was born. i always think of a good time to post it, then change my mind!

What are your writing strengths?

i guess i understand the characters i write pretty well, and even though i have my own characterisation, people seem to like it and/or think it's pretty close to canon! i'm definitely good at introspective fics, or character studies, and i think i make pieces transition really well from different scenes!

What are your writing weaknesses?

i do not branch out from what is comfortable, and when i do, i really overthink it. i would like to test that in the new year, because i've never really attempted 'world building' and i would love to try.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it depends on the context, but i tend to not do it.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

so many... i'm going to hopefully start posting for sgdlr soon! i also want to branch into more bsd ships i enjoy, like tachihigugin (and any variation of the three), sigzai, suegiku, odango, etc... which is part of my new year goals :D

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

i've already mentioned id;am and deb, so i think i will use this space to say checkmate! it's one of my lesser known fics, but it was hard to write and i'm very proud of it :3

tagging: @acreeperinawhitevan, @doctorweebmd, @heartless-cur, @spliqi & @frankenjoly <3 (feel free not to do of course)

[peanutbutterandbananasandwichs]

untitled case fic :)

tagging @hexedwinchester who also asked about this one. So this is still mostly in the planning stages, but I do have a couple of snippets that I've been playing around with that I'll post one of below. This case-fic is going to allow me to indulge two different things I've been wanting to tackle for a while:

1) Sam having to deal with a case previously worked by Soulless - but unlike in Unforgiven Sam already has all his memories of his time as Soulless back - there is also going to be some "interaction" between Sam and Soulless that I don't want to spoil how/why but I think that should be fun and interesting.

2) A case built around a bog/marsh creature! This is something I would have absolutely killed to have seen in the show, I am OBSESSED with bog creature lore (we have a LOT of it in the UK lol). And I think it allows for a very specific atmosphere that I'm super excited to write. Also tapping into some folk horror vibes (at least I'm gonna try!)

I did already kinda dip my toe into this idea with Looking For Meaning , but I have a different bog creature in mind for this case-fic and obviously its going to allow me to really expand on that.

The other aspect of this fic is that it is going to be set in the gap when Sam was on his own when he left after he found out that Dean killed Amy. So there is going to be hallucifer in play too, which I think is going to help tie several of the emotional threads I have planned together (I hope!). ANYWAYS tell me if this sounds good or not because I desperately want to write this but the fear of writing a multi-chapter thing is that its SO much work if noone likes it lmao. Little snippet (this is mostly me trying to play with the atmosphere). The bog had a way of dulling the senses. A thick blanket of fog shrouded everything, veiling the horizon in an impenetrable grey, where sight faltered and sound seemed swallowed whole. Footfalls landed with a muted thud, the waterlogged peat greedily absorbing all noise, earth quaking. The air lay thick with an unsettling blend of cloying musk and the acrid bite of sulphur, - damp soil and rotting vegetation - a scent that clung to the throat and stung the nostrils. Even the faintest breeze felt stilled, the land holding its breath, its silence alive with an unspoken tension. And just on the edge of vision, all around danced the lights - pale blue-green, flickering like ghostly candles - Sam shivered. The way they drew the eye, only to wink out the second you tried to fix on one directly. "It's just marsh gas" he spoke aloud into the stillness as if it might banish the unease. "Unsettling, isn't it?" Lucifer needled, Sam couldn't see him but he felt his lips press right to his ear, voice laced with pitying condescension. "You know, they say old Will-o'-the-wisp drives men mad. But, well, guess it's a bit late for you, eh Sam?" "Shut up!" Sam snapped, but his words were deadened into a pathetic whisper.

[blitzwhore]

Thanks for the tag, @sunsetofdoom!!! It's Thursday here already, but eh, still WIP Wednesday in spirit. Here's a snippet from one of my WIPs, which is a sequel to my fic Saving Us:

“I just thought I’d be better by now,” Blitzø says, his voice rumbling in his throat with the way he’s leaning his head back against tufts of cushy feathers. “I thought by now I’d be ready to, you know… do stuff. Take care of myself. Go back to work. Kill that fucking guy so you can have your palace back. Be… I don’t know.” He leans forward again, and Stolas follows his weight, his chest never dislodging from Blitzø’s back. “Useful, I guess.” 

He hates how tiny his voice sounds as those words tumble out of his lips. Hates how true they feel—how prickly and uncomfortable he feels inside at the thought that he can’t do anything of value—can’t be there for others—can only let others take care of him.

“Darling,” Stolas murmurs, and Blitzø braces himself for words of reassurance that he’s sure he won’t believe.

They don’t come, though. 

Instead, Stolas just holds him tighter, still putting all the care in the world in his every movement so he doesn't hurt Blitzø's healing body. Stolas rests his head on top of Blitzø’s, right between his horns. When Blitzø looks in the mirror, he sees Stolas’ eyes are closed, and Stolas is practically curled up around him—arms taut around his stomach, feathers puffing up around his frame. Almost like Stolas is trying to bury Blitzø under his very skin and keep him there. Like he can't bear to let go, or see Blitzø suffer. 

Tentatively, Blitzø brings his hands to Stolas’ and covers them with his own.

“I’m just sick of waiting,” Blitzø admits in a low voice. “Everyone’s ready to go through with the plan. Everyone except for me. I hate it.”

Tagging @stolitzsings @helluvagirlboss @bleucaesura @helluvahusker and anyone else who wants to do this!! Tag me on yours so I can see! 👀

[stolitzsings]

💖, 🖋 and 👨‍👩‍👧 for the ask game! (I probably got at least one of the emojis wrong but hopefully they still make sense 😂) - @blitzwhore

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

Can't believe you're gonna make me think of something nice to say about myself 🤣 I've been told I have a very "lyrical" style of writing, and sometimes I'll write a sentence or paragraph that flows really well and just Hits. I love those moments when I feel like I've really nailed it at a word-for-word level.

👨‍👩‍👦 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic?

Most people in my life know I do writing of some sort, but I'm pretty vague with the details lol. I only talk about writing fic with irl friends who also write/read fic (and I don't tell most of them that I write smut, just bc I know it isn't their jam). I told my therapist I write "character studies," because what is smut if not horny character analysis? 🤣

🖋 Post a snippet from a current WIP

Putting this one under the cut!

Ok I was a little nervous about sharing this because it's from a longer AU I've been toying around with, and historically I'm very bad at sticking to longer projects. But regardless of what I do with it I had a lot of fun writing this scene of M&M tormenting Blitz lmao

Blitz could feel his face heating up. “He isn’t— It’s not like—” Fuck, he was losing this one fast. “Okay, so maybe we’re boning or whatever, but it’s just a casual thing, you know? It’s not like we’re dating or anything.” Moxxie raised an eyebrow. It was almost impressive how smug he looked. “Who said anything about dating?” “I think he just did, babe.” Okay, now they were getting on his nerves. He could feel his spines starting to bristle.  “Look. It’s just a convenience thing, ‘kay? He gets to have his bad boy fantasy, and I get a reliable fuck who I know won’t steal my kidneys while I’m asleep.” It wasn’t like Stolas would ever really consider a relationship with someone like him. Disowned or not, he was still a royal. And that was fine! Blitz didn’t want anything complicated, anyway. Fucking was easy. It was comfortable. It was all either of them was looking for.  “If you say so, sir.” Moxxie had somehow dialed the smugness up to eleven.  Blitz rolled his eyes and walked towards the door. “I’m firing both of you. And I’m keeping your shares for today.” He was pretty sure Moxxie started to say something in response, but he was out the door before he heard it.  He let himself stew as he made his way down to the parking lot. “Looking for excuses,” for fuck's sake. They were hired killers! What did they expect? He was going to get injured sometimes. And it only made sense to go see Stolas, who knew more about this shit than any of them did. Besides, a quick fuck sesh was good for you, or something. Boosted your sero-whatever levels. Got your blood pumping. It was basically healthcare, anyway. Talk about a bedside manner, he thought to himself, grinning. He made a mental note to use that one with Stolas later. He'd think it was funny.

“C’mere, B, let me take a look at that scratch for you.” Millie had opened up their first-aid kit and had just finished bandaging a shallow cut on her thigh. Blitz looked down at the wounded arm that she’d gestured to. It wasn’t serious— an annoyance, more than anything. He shrugged. “Eh, that’s okay. I’ll just have my guy take a look at it.” Millie eyed him skeptically, like she was trying to catch him in a lie. “You know, you’ve been spending an awful lot of time with this mysterious “guy” of yours lately.” Moxxie looked up from his paperwork with a conspiratorial smile. “You’ve been seeing him for everything, even minor injuries. Almost like you’re looking for excuses to pay him a visit.” Oh great, the famous M&M tag team. “What? No, I haven’t.” Even he knew he sounded defensive. “Sure looks that way to me.” Millie crossed her arms and perched on the edge of the desk so that she and Moxxie could give him the double stare-down. Cute. “Are you sure that medical attention’s all he’s been giving you?”

Thank you for the ask @blitzwhore! I'm still answering these prompts if y'all are curious 😊

[measurelessdreamer]

I've seen many posts about people missing how common asks used to be so I have been trying to send about an ask a week. Now I send this ask first anytime I follow someone as I really don't want to bother anyone, so I'd love to know if you enjoy receiving asks and if so what kind of asks. Not having energy for asks or being comfortable with them is perfectly okay.

The categories I have in my ask notebook that I file under are in colour. Please feel free to make your response as long as you want or private (the asker cannot directly respond to private responses).

Self, Job/Work: please let me know what you are comfortable with from eh idk just ask it to nothing personal at all.

Baggishield/Tolkien, Dragon Age, Johnlock/Sherlock, ineffable spouses, other fandom: Please let me know what fandoms. I think my main fandoms and ships are Bagginshield/The Hobbit, Sherlock/Johnlock, Dragon Age Inquisition, {Pippin/Faramir Merry/Eowyn}/The Lord of the Rings and I dip my toes in a few that I currently can't remember but ships I don't engage with the canon of at all are: Good Omens but only for Crowley/Azirapheal, Stranger Things but only for Steve/Eddie , The Witcher but only for Geralt/Jaskier, and Ladybug and Cat Noir but only for Adrinette .

OC's, art/drawing, their writing, blog specific only

Story snippets ideas and prompts: Do you like receiving them?

Pets: I'd love to know all about them

Garden and Hobbies: What type of gardening and/or hobbies?

Like being tagged in things: If so what kinds of things?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

Oh, hi! Thanks for the message! I honestly didn't know that asks are no longer as common as they used to be. I've never been a good candidate to receive them since I don't have so many followers (I always thought you needed at least 500 to get asks lol) and I'm not much of a creator. I usually just reblog stuff that makes me happy and occasionally (like once in three years) I share a fic I wrote here so I never had high hopes which is why I was very surprised when I received this ask and it made me so happy! Seriously, you're so cool for doing this, especially when people don't expect it at all. Even though it's through social media, it requires a bit of coming out of your personal bubble and putting yourself out there and I rarely do that in my life no matter how safe the space is. So it's really cool and thank you. I received probably like 2 asks aside from this one in my whole life, but yeah, I enjoy it a lot. ^^

As for what kind of asks...

Self, Job/Work: I'm good with sharing some stuff as long as it's not something that hits too close to home, but I would probably say that's the case. Asking about how I'm doing in general and what I do and what I enjoy about it is probably fine.

Fandoms: Asks about fandoms would most definitely be my favourite. I always enjoy ranting about stuff I love with other like-minded people. I love Bagginshield, The Hobbit, LOTR (Faramir especially), Ted Lasso (and particularly royjamie), Star Wars (obikin is very close to my heart), The Walking Dead (rickyl is the goat ship of that fandom for me), and probably my favourite otps are superbat (superman/batman) and spirk (kirk/spock) so I enjoy these fandoms too. Fandoms where I have no ships but I enjoy them all the same are Mass Effect (only the original trilogy) and The Witcher (the games, I only read two books so far sadly, I ship geraskier from the show but I don't like the show otherwise). All these things are something I enjoy talking about. ^^ I also like Johnlock/Sherlock and I played the Dragon Age trilogy (but I enjoyed Origins the most and aside from the Cullen romance and meeting Alistair and Morrigan in Inquisition, I didn't enjoy that game very much).

I write fanfics sometimes. I haven't written many and it usually takes me a lot of time to finish anything, but I enjoy it. I'm happy to talk about my writing any day even if it frustrates me to no end.

Story snippets ideas and prompts: Not sure about this. I think receiving them is nice, but I wouldn't be able to do anything about them aside from talking and speculating about them. I'm not very good at writing something from a prompt, so probably no story would come of it, but if it's only discussion people seek, then I'm happy to provide! And if it turns out to be very interesting, then I'm all for taking it further!

Pets: I have lots. I'm happy to talk about them any time.

Garden and Hobbies: Not much of a garden person, I'm afraid, but I enjoy nature more than anything. I live in a very Shire-like country, which is the best thing when I want to let my imagination roam. I enjoy running (but I started only recently so I'm rubbish), reading (fantasy and romance especially), learning French, playing video games, hiking, watching movies and tv shows, and I recently started to learn how to play the Irish tin whistle.

I like being tagged in things, sure! Something funny or heartwarming is usually the best, but I love posts with random facts which are super elaborate and interesting. It can't have anything to do with politics, though, tumblr is my escapist haven. :D

I think I answered everything to the best of my ability. Sorry that it's so long! Thank you again for sending the ask! I hope you have an amazing day!

[therealgchu]

Snippet Sunday - Hot or Not To the Shore Style!

thanks @fangbangerghoul for the reminder <3. tagging the rest of the coemancer crew, @silurisanguine, @atonalginger, @a-cosmic-elf, @toxiclizardwrites, @samcoesclub, @eridanidreams, @bearlytolerant, @aislingdmdt, @staticpallour and whoever else i may have missed. i'm kinda doing this on the fly.

instead of a sneak peek into the new chapter, i'm going to put up some funny dialogue pieces. i just finished playing mass effect legendary edition, and there was the scene with edi and joker in the club discussing hot or not. so, i kept hearing the dialogue in my head of sam and hwa discussing who's hot or not.

all of the romanceable characters are canonically bi. i have a whole headcannon that sam had a crush on delgado when he was young. and hwa, while not exactly i would call bi, also isn't the straightest person, either. so, here's just some fun little dialogue bits. these will eventually get published on ao3. but, i'm still writing them as they occur to me.

if you want to read my whole fic, To the Shore, check it out on ao3.

Delgado

Sam: well, he is pretty cute. Hwa: really? You think so? Sam: I mean, he’s a pirate, and who doesn’t love pirates? Hwa: me, actually. Pirates are kinda stupid. The whole pirate romance thing was nonsense. Scurvy, buggery, frequent starvation, not my idea of a good time. As someone that spent way too much time in their teen years reading Horatio Hornblower and learning about Lord Nelson’s Navy, being a pirate was pretty shitty. Sam: yeah. But, they’re still hot. Hwa: hrm…looks at Delgado again. Ok, I’ll give that one to you. The red scarf is nice. And, I suppose scurvy isn’t nearly the problem now as it was in 1700. To be on the safe side, you should check his teeth. Sam: I’m not checking Delgado’s teeth. That’s just…weird. Hwa: I thought you said he was cute? Sam: And, how do you think I should check his teeth? What, do you want me to kiss him? Hwa: only if I get to watch. Sam: and what if I say no? Hwa: then you don’t get to kiss him.  Sam: how about you check his teeth. Hwa: I don’t want to kiss him. I don’t go for bad boys. That seems more your speed. Sam: you’re not wrong…

Naeva

Hwa: hrmmm Sam: what? Hwa: how about Naeva? Sam: how about Naeva what? Hwa: She’s curvy. I like curvy. Sam: Eh, not my type. Hwa: you don’t like curvy? Sam: I don’t like psycho Hwa: yet there’s Lillian Sam: touché

Hadrian

Sam: wow Hwa: wow Sam: yeah Hwa: yeah Sam: Hadrian? Hwa: Hadrian. Sam: she’s very strong Hwa: she’s very curvy Sam: you like curvy, don’t you? Hwa: you like strong, don’t you? Sam: yeah Hwa: yeah Sam: I bet she’d look hot wrestling a terrormorph Hwa: that’s where your imagination went to? Sam: what were you thinking? Hwa: not terrormorph wrestling, that’s for sure. Sam: ok, where did your brain go to Hwa: flowing silk dresses, hot summer sun, silk dresses with removable silk ties, bedposts. Blindfolds. You know, normal sexy stuff. Sam: takes out slate to take down notes…normal sexy stuff. Got it. Hwa: what are you writing? Sam: a grocery list

[nemainofthewater]

Rules: tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share a sentence/excerpt from your wips that start with that letter.

I was tagged by @terresdebrume (thank you for tagging me!) and my word is Crystal.I am looking forward to doing this since I actually have WIPs that aren't for exchanges (and also haven't been on hiatus for donkey's) for the first time in ages!

The next word is ANGST and I am tagging @tavina-writes, @thebansacredbanned, @zhoudadudugongjin, @drelmurn and anyone who wants to do it!

Combeferre glances up at Doctor Javert. He looks as cold and forbidding as he always does whenever he has to visit the John Radcliffe hospital. And yes, ok, maybe that is more often than most students. But some things have to be sacrificed in the name of science.

(I'm going to be real here, the only reason this snippet is here is because i needed something beginning with 'C'. This is from 2019 and will never be finished)

[It had been a long time since] Raphael had last set foot inside the Palace of Stars. It was, admittedly, hard to quantify how long exactly that had been. Time had fractured in the Fall, and had only somewhat recovered since.  It had been twelve or thirteen years of the phoenix, perhaps, though he was not certain how much time had passed in those early days after the Fall, how many years he had spent wandering the wasteland that Ysthar had become, sustained only by his newly awakened magic and with only Ishaa for company.

(Yeah, this one is totally cheating because I could not find anything beginning with R, alas. This is the third and final chapter of a Nine Worlds fic, which is a series of Raphael & Circe AUs based around Owlwinter's amazing fic)

Yuan didn’t know what his face did, only that his eyes felt wet and painful, and whatever it was made Lao Pu groan and say, “Come on kid, things aren’t that bad. This old beggar has lived a long life, eh? Longer than many get. Not like you. What are you, four? Five? You’re scrawny, that’s what you are. Now, come over here before you blow away and all my hard work goes to waste-”

(From an unposted SVSSS fic where [THING THAT CAUSES SO MUCH TRAUMA) happens that I still have delusions of finishing the 5-7 chapter outline of before posting

Slowly he rose from his seat, pulling his robes straight with nervous hands. “Wen Ruohan,” he said, his voice barely even trembling, “I hadn’t thought to see you again.” He rose and saluted, his bow at the perfect angle for Sect Elder to Sect leader. “I have not yet congratulated you on your ascension to Sect Leader Wen,” he continued. “I regret that I was unable to attend the celebration.”

(from an unposted WRH/LQR fic)

Thomas still remembered the first time that he saw it with his own eyes.

(Conclave daemon fic where [HUGELY TRAUMATIC WORLDBUILDING] happens that I still have delusions of finishing, possibly in August)

As there had been a distinct lack of family members attempting to breach the borders of Ysthar, he had taken it to mean that either his brother had not told the rest of the family that he was alive or that he had and they did not care to come and see him.

(From chapter 2 of my Nine Worlds fic where Fitzroy and Raphael meet unexpectedly)

Lin Chen was elbow deep in work when the messenger arrived. He had got to an age where he did not care to be hurried by anyone, though in all honesty even in the most precocious years of his youth he had never been one to go at any pace but his own.

(NiF x MLC xover which... well you know the drill by now about my delusions of finishing)

This was fun! Thank you so much for tagging me @terresdebrume, I now go to try and finish a couple of these chapters before bed

[taste-thewaste]

fic pride tag

thank you so much for the tags my lovely friends <3 @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie

Rules: Post your favourite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

this is going to be interesting because I have to be nice to myself and proud of my work lol let's goooo (all of these are firstprince because i'm vanilla)

1. Gorgeous. Another short little dude in my T Swift series, inspired by the song. This is the first line, and I've always loved it:

They are in a small bar in Paris, drunk on French 75s and the nearness of each other, staring at the Eiffel Tower when Alex starts making fun of him.

2. i wanna touch your body (so fucking electric). my beloved first smut fic!! so proud of how this one turned out actually. here's my favorite bit of the boys sexting each other

Later that night, when Henry is safely sequestered in his rooms and able to do what he likes, he opens his text thread with Alex and sends a barb of his own.  Thinking about the way your dick looks when it’s curved against your belly. You’re so fucking pretty.  Alex’s phone goes off, and he looks away from the skillet that he’s cooking chicken in to check. He reads Henry’s text and his cheeks flame, a bolt of lightning heads straight to his groin, and his dick stirs.  Pretty? Yes. You have a pretty cock, Alex. Sue me.   Alex moans, and he can’t think of what to say because his mind is flushed with want and need. Luckily, Henry seems to know this and follows up.  I want your pretty cock in my pretty mouth so I can hear you beg.  Alex’s dick is painfully hard, and he’s grateful for just a moment, in his haze of arousal, that he’d swapped his characteristically tight jeans for sweatpants when he’d gotten home. He manages to tap out a response before he starts taking care of himself. I’d be begging so loud that we’d rattle the ghosts of all those dead gay kings in that castle. I’d peel the wallpaper with my screams for you, baby.   Alex finishes coming as soon as the smoke alarm in the kitchen goes off. He’s burned the chicken.

3. i could've danced all night. henry tutu fic!! this fic is so filthy, and i love this bit

“You…your dick is, uh, ahhhh, cock, and…” is all Alex manages to spit out before throwing his head back and abandoning all pretense of sexy talk. He can’t focus on anything but the feeling of Henry’s giant hands on him ( seriously , is anything about this man tiny?) and how close he is to coming.  “My ‘dick is cock’, eh? That’s eloquent. Pure poetry, love,” Henry says with a low, throaty laugh, feeling himself going even harder than he already had been. Alex cock drunk is his favorite thing; the idea that he can fuck Alex stupid does something to him. He strokes even faster, shutting Alex up before he can even attempt some kind of comeback.

4. only bought this dress so you could take it off. alex in a little black dress and red bottoms! utter filth. here's my favorite part.

Alex knows what’s coming soon, who’s coming soon, and the thought brings a grin to his face. “Look at you, so out of your mind that you’re reduced to fucking a carpet because you just can’t get enough. It hurts, doesn’t it, you little slut? It hurts but it feels good, it feels so good , doesn’t it?” He punctuates each ‘good’ with a dig of the heels, and then Henry screams, fucking screams like his spirit is being wrenched from his body.  He waits until Henry’s finished—he can tell by the way he is just lying there, spent, his body heaving and out of breath—and then he steps off. The vague part of Alex that is still himself underneath the fog of arousal that’s clouded his head wants to pull Henry up, clean him off, make sure he’s okay. That part, however, is locked in the recesses of his brain, and he wants to keep going because it’s his turn now, and by the look Henry gives him when he sits up, he knows that, too.  “Come here.” Alex snaps his fingers again, and Henry starts to rise to his feet. “Did I say to stand up? I said to come here. ” Henry stops, looks up at Alex like he is confused, but he isn’t, and Alex knows it. He drops to his knees and crawls forward, his knees pushing through the mess he’s made without even thinking, moves forward until he is right in front of Alex.

5. turn the desert to glass (you would be the one). henry's tummy fic, the fic I am most proud of. i worked so hard on it!! here's two of my favorite parts bc i can't pick just one

After a few moments, Alex rests one hand on the lower part of Henry’s belly, where he’s the softest, and leans over to grab another spoonful of mousse. “You look like the most pampered, spoiled, overfed little prince right now,” he says in a low voice as the bite of rich dessert disappears down Henry’s pretty throat.

and

A tiny sound squeaks past Henry’s lips, a sound he can’t control but knows will drive Alex mad, a sound that means more . Alex slips a finger inside of him, and another, opens him up like he is a book he’s been dying to read, and Henry bares down shamelessly, his own hand twisted in the sheets at his side. 

6. Your Lipstick, His Collar. my multi chap emo early 2000s college au being co-written with my bestie! this fic is so. much. fun. and here's a bit I love from one of my chapters:

“Here, you dropped this.” Alex’s iPod, suddenly pinker than anything in the world had a real right to be, is being handed to him. Alex looks up finally and his stomach does a flip as Henry’s eyes, as blue as any ocean he’s ever seen, lock with his. Now that he’s up close, he can see the remnants of yesterday’s eyeliner still smudged around Henry’s eyes, and he wants to know why and how and when and where he’s worn it. He wants to sit next to him and watch him put it on. He wants to watch Henry squeeze into those jeans that are really too tight to be allowed, really too tight to be anything more than a major tease, and he wants to…oh, he has to stop thinking right fucking now because things are going to get even more awkward if he doesn’t. “Thanks,” Alex says quietly, trying to not think about the feeling of Henry’s fingers against his as he takes the iPod. They’re soft and gentle, and all he can imagine is the delicate way they must hold an eyeliner pencil. “I like that song,” Henry says, and Alex can’t handle the way the words come out of his mouth, the way they fall from his lips in the lightest, most dignified accent, like the gentle flapping of a bird’s wing. “What?” Alex blurts stupidly, the word falling from his lips with a thud and rolling down the sidewalk like a giant turd. Christ, he’s an idiot.

7. take me out, and take me home. my newest, my lil baby!

Alex tells him the things he’s never told anyone, and Henry places a hand on his knee while he talks. He is quiet and still and holds Alex’s words with so much reverence and care. In return, Henry tells him the things he’s most afraid of, the things that have hurt him the most. He stares Alex in the eyes and gives him pieces of himself that he has never given to anyone. 

tagging: @england-would-fall @henrysfox @agostobuwan @stratocumulusperlucidus @priincebutt

@piratefalls @doublecheekedkinard those are my 7 but please feel free to use this open tag and tag me if you want to do it!!

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I've seen many posts about people missing how common asks used to be so I have been trying to send about an ask a week. Now I send this ask first anytime I follow someone as I really don't want to bother anyone, so I'd love to know if you enjoy receiving asks and if so what kind of asks. Not having energy for asks or being comfortable with them is perfectly okay.

The categories I have in my ask notebook that I file under are in colour. Please feel free to make your response as long as you want or private (the asker cannot directly respond to private responses).

Self, Job/Work: please let me know what you are comfortable with from eh idk just ask it to nothing personal at all.

Baggishield/Tolkien, Dragon Age, Johnlock/Sherlock, ineffable spouses, other fandom: Please let me know what fandoms. I think my main fandoms and ships are Bagginshield/The Hobbit, Sherlock/Johnlock, Dragon Age Inquisition, {Pippin/Faramir Merry/Eowyn}/The Lord of the Rings and I dip my toes in a few that I currently can't remember but ships I don't engage with the canon of at all are: Good Omens but only for Crowley/Azirapheal, Stranger Things but only for Steve/Eddie , The Witcher but only for Geralt/Jaskier.

OC's, art/drawing, their writing, blog specific only

Story snippets ideas and prompts: Do you like receiving them?

Pets: I'd love to know all about them

Garden and Hobbies: What type of gardening and/or hobbies?

Like being tagged in things: If so what kinds of things?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

Oh, hi!! Well, firstly, thanks for the follow!!! Secondly, I love asks! I (unfortunately) don't always get to certain things (because life and,,,life lmao!) but I do love getting them, and I really want to make the effort to get back to engaging so! Here's the info for your notebook!

Self, Job/Work: Just ask! I usually prefer to keep vague on some things, mostly because I like to keep "professional" socials separate from my fandom ones lol and would prefer there not being a direct connection. But for the most part, I'm flexible on talking about myself :)

Bagginshield/Tolkien YES YES YES UGHHHH I adore all of that. I peeped your profile and saw some Gimli and Legolas I think which is also mi amor <3 Elsewise, I'm all over the place, but do post Supernatural, Good Omens, and Baldur's Gate (i've bought all the Dragon Ages and that's next on my list) with hyperfixations sorting as often as they can. (You can check out my AO3 to see some of my favorites [CBlue], or most often I try tagging fandoms if you need to block anything or want to hunt for something specific. (I'm also stumbling back into some Geraskier too on ocassion!)

I don't have OCs that I post here (they tend to be more on my professional one lol), and my art tag changed because tumblr ate the previous one I'd been using (sometimes its #my art and sometimes its #C Draws or #C Arts), so that's a bit everywhere and not often. I more often post my fandom writings [CBlue on AO3, which if I may pimp out a writing of mine, I wrote Compression, a Bagginshield fic (though, apologies as due to recent AI scalping all of my works are now locked to registered-users exclusively]. This is my everything blog, so everything goes here lol.

Oh my god please send me snippet ideas and prompts. That's one of my favorite ways of engage---spinning with people! That's why I LOVE participating in fandom! I get some of that outlet on a few of the (more intimate) fandom Discords that I'm in, but I'm always open to some of those from asks and such too!!

Pets: I have 6 cats, all of whom are rescues. To the point that the last three were actually rescued out of my wood pile from a storm that was going to hit last year. I don't post pictures of them (mostly to keep that fandom life separation like I mentioned), but I talk about them! People who know me probably also might remember my old man, Tucker, who was the loveliest of puppers. I had to say goodbye to him earlier this year (back in April, and it's just been...a time since then. I miss him often, but every memory is nothing but fondness.) They're all so lovely, and I love talking pets! (If, you know, six cats wasn't an indication ;))

I don't have a garden at the moment, but I do love talking about it!! Hobbies tend to be my fandom hobbies, but I'm also trying to get back into reading more often and I have a few crafts planned. And I love doing a gamer when I can in my free time.

I loved being tagged in things!! I don't always get to them because I am the toxic person (/j) who sees a notification and goes "I will respond when I'm able to," but when the notification is gone I forget all about it. Actually, you've just reminded me that I was tagged in a tag game that I wanted to do, so I'm going to go do that now lol!!

But yeah! I think that's everything and hope it's in any way that makes sense lol. I definitely appreciate you asking!!!