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kidspawn · 9 days ago

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wip wednesday

hello! thank you for the tag @ronanlynchian this is incredibly sweet! i'm also very honoured you thought of me! this week has been really odd for me in terms of getting work done, even a little bit, so my wip progress has been all over the place. i hate being busy (i love being busy).

tagging (no pressure ofc): @rederiss @witchbitchadam @tartadxfresa @fieldsofred (you don't have to i swear to god i can't tell if i'm being held at gunpoint or just tagging people) @fredddoloso @sunflowersandscreams (none of you have to, ignore me if you want i just think you're all neat that's all i love your brains i wanna know what you're writing)

even if i didn't tag you please feel free to jump in and share. i cannot stress enough how bad i mean that. yes, even you. do not doubt me. i mean it. i wanna read your words.

I have three snippets here, two aus, one NSFW i may or may not finish. I'm still figuring the mechanics out.

so, my vigilante fic is almost almost ready to post, the first two chapters are being edited right now. i do have some later chapter snippets i've been ironing out for continuity purposes, so here's some of that:

“Yeah.” He settled for. “You're right.” It made his tongue numb.

“Could you sound pissier?” Ronan snorted. “Jesus. I'm trying to be helpful.”

“No, but Blue had the exact same argument.” Adam scowled, “I hate both of you.”

“Maybe we just don't want you to crash and burn.” Ronan reached out and pinched Adam's arm. “Those eyebags would need checked in at an airport.”

Adam slapped his hand away. “Nice. Love the concern.”

“Oh its not concern it's self preservation.” Ronan yawned, feigned and over the top to accentuate his point. “I already told you, it's a carry down. I'm cutting the stress off at the source.”

“No of course. Nothing else.”

“Never.” Ronan grinned, rolled his head to flash teeth Adam's way. There was a sincerity behind the cut of his grin, tucked beneath levity.

“Well, good to know where you stand.” Adam looked away to cover the warmth flooding his face. He knew, objectively, his flushes and emotions weren't transparent, subdued by complexion. But it felt like exposure all the same. “Thanks.” He said, to the window.

“Yeah sure.” Ronan said, and Adam resisted the urge to turn and analyze his expression. “You saved me from boredom and eavesdropping on Gansey's midnight club.”

“Club?” Adam raised an eyebrow, directed it the other's way, “Has it grown?”

“Cheng has started chiming in.” Ronan scowled, “Proper three way phone call.”

Adam bit back the frustration at Henry for not telling him, and fought down the shame over not noticing. “Oh.” He said. “Well.”

“They're unbearable.” Ronan said, “So your problems are a blessing in comparison.”

“Well as long as it's a blessing, I'll just keep at it.” Adam scoffed, “Since you enjoy them so much.”

“Only over the musketeers.” A tap on the radio. The car flooded now with the thrum of electronica, a soft bass and syncopated synths. “They're a nightmare.”

“I'm flattered to take priority.”

“Obviously. Why wouldn't you?”

There was something to be said about how earnest Ronan could be, despite all his dancing around and his half truths and sardonic deflections. Not because he was free of emotional obscurity, but he saw nothing wrong with the admittance of something that stripped his intentions to their bare bones. Adam felt a curl of envy, and wondered how he'd be capable of matching such a vulnerability. It was the push and pull of it, the way he'd been coaxed into such a relaxed state by the joking and sneering and quips, then marked by stark honesty.

It wasn’t a trick, he knew. It couldn't be. Not from Ronan.

The music was just loud enough it dulled the more abrasive edge of his thoughts, sanded away the hits his mind took at his self esteem. By all measures, it would've been easy to reach over and give his equal effort. He felt wholly unprepared, had no idea what to do, paralysis and indecision.

It was easier to expose yourself to someone who kept themselves at arm’s length. Or, in some fucked up recess of Adam's mind, he felt like it gave him the upper hand, the high ground. The fact he felt more at ease with platitudes and discretion was one of the many things he catalogued with the many, many reasons why relationships were a particular trial of his.

“We haven't known each other long. That's why.” He finally answered. It hadn't been a long silence, but it had stretched time enough to wind a rope of tension over the radio.

“So?” Ronan began chewing the cord at his wrist, a habit Adam once again knew he ought to find repulsive, but on Ronan it was tantalizing and evocative. Something in the action of mouth and teeth.

“That doesn't scare you? Getting that attached that fast?” Adam said, attempting honesty. It left an open hole in his chest.

“No.” It was immediate. An answer born from confidence. That gaping wound began to scald and fester.

“How?”

“I don't know.” Ronan scowled around his gnawing. “I'm not scared of Hennessy or you or Gansey. I'm not... I don't know.”

“You're scared of something, though.”

“Seriously?” Ronan shot him a scathing sneer.

Adam slacked his shoulders up and down, going for casual. “Showed you mine.” He said.

Ronan wormed a finger under his bracelet and began to snap it against his wrist. Up, out, snap. Up, out, snap. “Myself, probably.” He bit, like it hurt him to admit. It was said less like a confession, more like tugging a knife from a gaping wound, knowing you'd bleed out.

“Why?”

Another glare. It felt like a gift in its own way. Adam blinked, unfazed.

“The way I make people feel. The things I do.” He started fiddling with one of the AC flaps. Up, down, side to side. “Things get fucked up when I'm around.”

Adam didn't know the best response for that. He licked his lips up buy himself a moment, though Ronan was too busy fiddling with the car to notice or even care. The sentiments of self hatred were deeply relatable, though that opened opportunity for worse topics still.

“What exactly have you fucked up?” He settled for, because inquiry was safer than assumption.

Ronan shrugged. “Stuff.”

“Descriptive.”

“You want an itemized list?”

“Laminated.”

Another glare. “I just make things messy. Spiral. Hurt people. Whatever. Point is, I fuck things up.”

“Gansey.” Adam pointed out. “I think he'd disagree. And Hennessey, from what you've told me. I think they're both grateful you're here.”

“I didn't say anything about not being here.”

“Don't have to.” There were two places that line of thinking went, when your self worth fragmented and convinced you to disappear.

However inappropriate the statement was, it struck enough of a cord for Ronan to start fidgeting once more. “I don't think like that anymore.”

“Just telling you.” Adam hummed, “Feel like you need the reminder.”

Ronan took a second. His silence always drew attention, his paucity of noise magnetic. “I think I've done things I'm not proud of. For the wrong reasons.” He drummed a finger against the radio dial. “Hurt people.”

“Did they deserve it?”

“Some of them, probably.” It was an easy admittance, unlike the rest.

“I already told you where I stand on this.” Adam said, “Intent is everything. If you did it for a good reason-”

“I don't know.” Ronan said, “If the reason is good. I just know people got hurt and it was because of me.”

Adam watched him pick at a cut in the leather of the wheel, honing in on its grooves and imperfections as if it’d distract from his own. He had nothing to say that would ease his hurt, lessen that ache. Gansey would have had the right words, he knew. Hennessey would’ve distracted, or related on some level that clicked just so. Blue would have had a gentle hand, a compassion Adam didn’t think he was capable of. Even Henry would have been, at least, armed with few words and even more syllables, a turn of phrase to be dissected or misinterpreted. Even a fight would have been a sufficient solution.

“We all hurt people.” He settled on saying. “Everyone hurts someone. That doesn’t make you bad, I don’t think.” He picked at one of his too-short nails, peeled a layer too close to the bed, stopped when the sting grew too fierce, “I think it’s... how you feel about it. Bad people might feel guilty, but they’ll still feel right.” He glanced up at Ronan, “I don’t think you’re a bad person. You wouldn’t be so torn up over whatever you did if you were.” Because he knew bad people, and he knew people who deserved revenge, and he didn’t think Ronan was either. Didn’t spike the caution signals installed in the back of Adam’s head.

Ronan met his eyes, indiscernibly softer than Adam had ever seen. He held his breath, watched Ronan glance from his hands, to Adam’s face, the car window. His jaw tightened, eyebrows scrunched and furrowed and twitched. He was the picture of turmoil, painted in sharp, bold lines. Adam waited for him to do something in the silence, but knew whatever kept Ronan quiet was suffocating and consuming. A flick of his wrist, the snap of a wristband. He glanced at Adam and back to the dash once more.

on a lighter note, i do have this workshopped thing i might commit to in the long-term revolving around Blue and Adam and witches and maybe sorta i was watching old supernatural tv shows and thought that a fun little witch story would be fun so this is obviously au and i messed with dynamics a bit but Persephone dies and leaves them this mysterious house on the countryside. Adam left for college and kind of dipped on Blue, who had to stay for familial reasons (Henry and Gansey were not there, either, to convince her to try leaving Henrietta. So she's felt trapped in her hometown.) Tensions arise.

“I swear to god,” Blue murmured, nudging at the attic door with a slipper-wrapped toe. “I heard something up here.”

“Like what?” Adam deadpanned, arms folded and glowering at the door like it had been the thing to wake him. “A ghost? You heard something go bump in the night?”

“Don't be an ass.” She scowled, “And maybe. It could be. We don't know.” It would be unfortunately in character for Persephone to leave them a haunted house. The frustration of it all numbed the grief magnificently.

“Except we do.” Adam cut in, “Ghosts aren't real.”

“You don't know that.” She pointed up at him, had to raise on tip toes to properly get in his space, but watching his eyes go criss cross made the effort worthwhile. “You don't know they don't exist.”

“You could say that about anything.” He argued. “You don't know they do. There could or couldn't be a ghost behind there.”

“Schrödinger's ghost.” She suggested.

He wrinkled his nose. “I mean... I guess? You're not...” His eyebrows knit, “Yeah, you're not wrong, on principle? Kind of sounds like you're implying the ghost may or may not be dead, though. Technically, it’d be hey this person could or could not be dead in there. It’s about the cat maybe or maybe not being dead.”

“Hush, psych major,” She waved him off, before he got carried away regurgitating that laminated degree of his, “The saying worked, didn't it? You got what I meant.”

“I’m just pointing out-”

“You’re being pedantic.” She scowled, “It’s condescending. We get it, you went to Harvard. God, you weren’t like this before. It’s like you want me to feel stupid.”

“There is nothing wrong with making sure you’re using the saying right!” He tugged at an uneven cut of hair jutting out by his ear, working at it as his wrist bone rolled and flexed beneath prominent veins.

“No, but you’re nitpicking. And you know it. And when did you become all oh there’s no such thing as ghosts? You know better than anyone-”

“No, I don’t, actually.” He hissed, “Blue, it is three in the morning and you’re pulling me over here to...what? Maybe find a ghost that probably doesn’t exist? It’s an old house, it’s not some great sign from beyond the grave. She’s not leaving us a message. It’s a house.”

“How can you say that?” She asked, “Adam, how can you think this isn’t significant from her? I get you’re all science guy now, that you just had to go out to the city and leave the rest of us behind-”

“No, good, I was hoping this would come up.” He snorted, “Don’t get shitty.”

“Let me finish.” She snapped, “Do you know how frustrating it is to hear you dismiss all that time you got with her? As, what, childhood fancy? You had something with Persephone I would have killed for. No one in the family would even try teaching me magic. You had one on one lessons, and you think... what, she was making it up?”

“I was a terrified kid who had just gone through something traumatic.” He bit out. “She was trying to give me anything I could grasp onto. We never did magic, we looked at cards. We moved stones around. I’ve never been anything less than grateful for Persephone, but I have enough sense to know that was an illusion built for comfort. And don’t get mad at me for getting out just because you never tried.”

She flinched. It was a particularly brutal slash in the chinks of her armour, prodding a thumb on a yellowed bruise, squeezing a bone that had never healed right.

and finally this sickfic i started when i got COVID last week and couldn't leave my bed and it devolved into smut for some godforsaken reason. idk if i will finish it. but i like how the writing itself came out. (i don't post a lot of nsfw ignore this if this isn't your jam)

If he thought about it, the bodily sensations were the same. Heat that radiated from his center, his head, his mouth, hot and swampy breath in puffs where no other airways could allow. It made his responding gasp airier than usual, nowhere else to go and no energy to push further. That kick of his pulse, so harsh he could feel it breaching his chest. Tinged with an slip of pain, the crick in his neck, the stab in his tailbone. Worse still, when his spine curled in response, bending further than a worn system could take. That was a peculiarity he could reroute into pleasure, and the snap of his waistband gave proof enough.

“What are you doing?” Ronan said, hand on the doorway, frown unsteady. It curled with a feigned disinterest.

“You're not touching me.” Adam accused. “Your loss. You can watch if you want.”

“Do you think jerking it will magically fix your cold?”

In lieu of an answer, Adam tugged his sweatpants - Ronan’s sweatpants, though they shared custody - to mid thigh.

“Jesus christ.” Ronan groaned, tapped a curled first against the door's wooden frame. He turned, resting his forehead against the shell-curl of a distressed fist.

“You're sick. We can have all the sex you want when you're not sick.”

“I want to have sex now.” Adam said, running a thumb along a vein. “And you don't want to. I'm compromising. Watch or not, I'm doing it.”

“That is not fair. Asshole.” Ronan refused to leave his fist's support.

Adam frowned. “I'm not telling you to do anything.”

“I'm trying to be like... good and take care of you. Like, boyfriend shit. You're being...” He scowled at Adam, eyes pointedly on his face. Adam curled his hips up, inviting attention.

“You can take care of me.” He said.

“No.” Ronan's ears curved with a rosy flush. It formed a matching palette against the scarlet of his neck. “Yes. No. Stop it.”

Adam shrugged, “You can go. I don't care.” He lied.

“I-” Ronan swallowed, breathed in and out in careful counts. That fluster kept rising, Adam curled a hand up in matching time, thumbing his head. He inhaled, sharp and audible, through his mouth. It came out breathier than from his nose.

There was little else to do in the absence of a response but slowly work at himself, eyes closed and mouth open to allow little sighs and hums and gasps. A languid pace, because all the heat simmered in his jaw, his throat, his temple, made movement and thoughts sluggish. Familiar coiling began in his gut, expectant and demanding, tingles along his lower half, electric under his fingerprints. A throw of his head, his crown scraping against the headboard with the shift of his hips into the motion. For all the work he could do, his hand an adequate substitute for desired touch, it was not quite enough, wrong size, callouses in the wrong spots, too-bony knuckles and wrist cricks from awkward ankles. For all the satisfaction it could have been, should have been, Adam hadn't ever dedicated study to this particular past time - walls too thin in puberty, evenings too packed at St. Agnes, having gone straight to the Barns thereafter and spoiled in touch until his own didn’t quite suffice. Harvard had been an especially brutal period, reacquisition of comfort in his own embrace with miles that made human contact impractical at best. In many ways, there'd been a strength in examining his own pleasure where he could apply lessons learned, where his instruction began and ended within the cradle of low thread polyester sheets. Something therapeutic in it, he'd rationalized, and ignored the ache, the fire in the pit of his stomach. Curling around Ronan and crossing back over the threshold of The Barns and the glowing heat of summer had been a stark reminder not to try substituting the real thing and expecting the same result.

okay i'm burning my hands now i'm trying to write my head is in such an odd place. pls enjoy i might continue these, depends on my mood. who knows. this has been a weird fucking week. sorry this is so much i couldn't pick a fic to share a snippet from.

#tag game #wip wednesday #wip #c.txt #c.writing #i get so fucking nervous posting my writing trhenj

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queenofshenanigans · 28 days ago

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WIP WEEKEND (5/30)

I've still got a few in the ole inbox, but I'm open for business again, so let's get this party started! I was taggedby (and am tagging back) @sourw0lfs, @vthx, @hbyrde36, @pearynice and @maxfandoms this week! Thanks brochachos!

👩‍👩‍👦 - the Stranger Moms fic. The plot is unfolding, Joyce has entered the chat, and we've gotten through *most* of the exposition. I'm officially hitting my stride for this thing...the tag here.

🐉 - Steve finds a dragon in his closet. (Steddie, ft Dustin's unsafe scienigal experiments...i've got a bunch of this one in the inbox...if I get a bunch who *knows* where it'll go...maybe Dustin will take flight?!)

🏰 - Shenanigans in Steve's attic thanks to his dad's latest experiment. It's basically Honey I Shrunk The Kids, but ST canon compliant as well. (Pre-Steddie, ft Erica & Dustin, intended to be a drabble and/or short fic, but I'm outta control. This one's in the )

⚔️ - A Knight's Tale (with magic) AU, Ronance with side Steddie (and other various pairings), but it's 90% Wheeler sibling feels. I'm about shift POVs to someone ~new~ here...

🤸‍♂️- The Yeet Aerobics Fic - This is either a S3 rewrite, or a S3 competitive aerobics AU or somehow both, featuring aerobics instructors Chrissy & Steve, an Eddie on a health kick for Uncle Wayne's heart, and a Robin who's watching it all unfold from Scoops.

🤫 - Steddie Big Bang (this has gone under so many genre changes, all I'll say it's still a romance and has a happy ending. I'll write 3 sentences, and share some stuff from ⚔️, 🏰, or 🐉 - if you have a preference, drop an emoji)

🛼 - Sapphic Mini Bang (90s Bubblescoop with background Stommy; I'll write 3 sentences, and share 👩‍👩‍👦 or 🤸‍♂️- if you have a preference, drop an emoji)

Snippet from Stranger Moms and tags, beneath the cut.

"It's not over yet." Joyce's voice was hard, resigned, but determined. It was clear that she knew even more than Claudia did about everything. "The fight's not done."

Claudia sighed, and looked older than she was as she reached out and picked up Steve's hand. "I can't believe you kept this from us for so long, Joyce. Our kids—" She cut herself off with a glance to Liz. "You and Steve are welcome at our place too, then. Steve would have come there regardless, and if you're serious about sticking around, I guess I don't have a choice."

"So very kind of you," Liz drawled, turning back to Steve as Joyce joined them by coming to stand at the end of Steve's bed. "Now, are either of you going to explain what the hell it is you're talking around?"

She knew Claudia hadn't been telling her the whole story earlier, and there were obvious blanks where Joyce had left things out. She would chalk it up to nothing more than Hawkins weirdness and take Steve far away from it all, if not for way a small voice in her head said that this time, there was no running away.

"And what it has to do with Henry Creel?"

Before anyone could answer, Steve stirred. All three women turned as one as his eyes opened. His hazel eyes, the same color as her eyes, she thought, flicked from face to face; first to Liz, then Joyce, finally to Claudia, before he jerked his whole body back to Liz, eyes wide in his bruised face.

"Mom?" His voice was rough, and she noticed then that he had bruises around his neck as well, as if someone had tried to strangle him. He looked younger than his nineteen years, small and scared as he squinted up at her, confusion clear on his face. "Fuck. I must be more concussed than I thought. Doc Owens didn't say hallucinations were a concern."

Tagging: @strangerthingswritersguild, @helpimstuckposting, @tinytalkingtina, @strangethetimes, @nureyevsins, @devondespresso, @yesdangerpls, and anyone else who would like to play!

#wip weekend #wip: stranger moms #wip: there's a dragon in my closet #wip: attic shenanigans #wip: a knight's tale au #wip: yeet aerobics #make me write #stranger things #steddie #bubblescoops #ronance #stedissy #stommy #stranger things writer's guild #wip: second chance at first love (and third base)

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thatdeadaquarius · 2 years ago

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THE SAGAU FANFIC ONE-SHOT WINNER IS...

🎊🎉🌿Eldritch! Reader AU🌿🎉🎊

Just a small annoucement for the winner, though I'm sure we all saw the results lol

Have a snippet, hope you enjoy!

*disclaimer: subject to change, this is a draft, no finalized version yet.

At least, you were pretty sure of where you were now. But that didn't mean it made any more sense. You hadn't recognized it at first, but the Irminsul was unmistakable after a minute of looking at it and the surrounding blue. The lights were incredible, with sparkles and stars floating up from the ground. Strange, nearly mechanical patterns flared out from its branches. The only difference between the Irminsul in-game versus the real one you see now is the rapid swelling and filling out of its trunk. As you had woken up more and more, ignoring the strange state of your body for now, it had let out weirdly nostalgic noises. Like a computer booting up, and a million other digital pings or tunes as it grew. As you tentatively reach a hand out to touch the trunk, a familiar book materializes. The dark blue pages flip to the first page instead of to the middle of the book. ...isn't this usually the really obscure "Archives" animation from the Paimon settings page? What's it doing here?? In gold writing that hovers slightly above the pages, your (presumed) stats display. The eerily familiar Genshin Impact font rapidly types itself out from left to right. /gamemode: admin *Executing... *Executing... *Loading... *Loading... *... *...Success! *Your gamemode has been changed. " Player." [ADMIN.] EXP: 1000000#%$+??? DEF: ?%@****+~?? ATTK: ??*!!%^<=+? POWERS: - ??";*&%[]\/%? - &%#@?<_++}] - ~`*(-_+}|\\!!??^& ...you decide to stop looking at your... stats, for now. Because more importantly, as you pull your hand back from the book (letting it float in place in front of the Irminsul trunk again), you notice something even more off. Your hand. It's... wrong. As you trail your eyes up your arm, you choke back a sense of panic. Sure enough, when you bring the right arm over to poke and try to smear the seemingly black paint that drenches your left arm, it too is covered in black. Your arms are pitch black. And as you attempt to touch your forearm for more answers, only to phase through it... you begin to think maybe this is not, in fact, paint. And as you realize you are hovering, instead of standing in place, you begin to think this is, in fact, the very real world of Genshin Impact. ...you decide to lay back down on the weird blue ground (?) and take a nap.

Maybe start today over.

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I'll be working on asks in the mean time!

But this'll be higher priority/posted soon bc I'm worried I'll forget abt it otherwise lmao

Idk if anybody cares that much, but I'll go ahead and ask just in case:

I hope you guys are having a great week, wherever you may be!

Safe Travels,

💀♒️

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche / @chocogi / @fallen-starr

@yomilyy / @0rah-s / @idontknowwhatimdoingbutweball / @blackstar-gazer

(^^^ dw you'll still get tagged when the actual piece is out! :)

#hope u guys enjoy the snippet!#i hope u all read that little disclaimer before it like that rlly fast salesperson voice lmao #BTW IF U READ THIS UR OBLIGATED TO SEND A SUBMISSION TO JUST SEND ME A CHAT #ANSWER THIS QUESTION: What was the funniest thing you've done in-game?#get nerfed during a cutscene?#fall off a cliff ass-first onto a boss monsters?#bc i did #3 times #genshin isekai #sagau #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin imagines #self aware genshin au #gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #sagau eldritch au #sagau eldritch god au

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tinytalkingtina · 3 months ago

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WIP Weekend

Thanks for the tags @yesdangerpls @hitlikehammers and @hbyrde36!

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP. No limits to the amount of emojis you can request, please feel free to send multiple!

🐶 B.A.D. D.O.G. (sequel to the college AU puppy play Stomeddie/Stommie fic) bit me in the butt metaphorically this week, so I got a lot more written for it than expected! Nearly done with the E-rated portions and now deep into the "let's learn more about Steve's family dynamics and also have some cute morning after moments" portion

🧜‍♂️ Participating in the STMonsterCalendar Mermay Bingo event! So far completed 1 out of 4 fics and made a start on the 2nd/3rd paired fics. (Feel free to request a SFW or NSFW fic snippet)

🏴‍☠️ Eddierotica: "Eddie writes the world's worst erotica about characters who are just poorly disguised versions of himself and Steve. They're not dating." the fic. Working on the aliens and prince/stable boy -> cowboys chapters this weekend Tagging a few folks without pressure to join in on the fun!

@queenie-ofthe-void (thanks for the stable boy/prince idea, it is going to be absolutely delightful and dreadful) @fuctacles @hiei-harringtonmunson @pearynice @runninriot

@spectrum-spectre tagging you because you wanted eddie to be more weird in fics and hoo boy is he a weirdo in the eddierotica one XD @strangerthingswritersguild

Enjoy a mostly (just some nudity) SFW snippet from the start of 🏴‍☠️'s alien chapter below the cut:

(Reminder that Eddie's writing is displayed in pink text here)

SteStuart woke up confused. He’d gone to bed as he always did, tired and satisfied after another day of hitting the gym and working out (as everyone knows, jocks need big strong gluteus maximus muscles). But his mattress was super hard all of a sudden, like it was made of metal or plastic or [third thing]. Plus, his favorite soft fluffy pillow was missing, and his hands and feet mysteriously wouldn’t move either!

Even more mysteriously, when he opened his eyes, he wasn’t in his matching plaid bedroom at all. Wherever he was was dark, except for a spotlight aimed downwards right at him. It was very dramatic!

He was surprised to find himself handcuffed to a metal table, sort of. His hunky muscular body was too tall for it, so really, only his hands were handcuffed to the table. His feet were anklecuffed to weird stirrups, leaving a breeze to waft over his nether regions.

“Wait a minute, I went to sleep in my favorite pair of pants, the sinful ones that barely contain my large shapely butt! What’s going on here?” the jock with hair of liquid caramel called out.

“Hello Stuart,” a voice that was deep and called sexy by two many people replied enigmatically. “Welcome to our ship!”

A bunch of voices repeated the mysterious voices greeting.

“Who are you all?”

One of the figures stepped forward into the light. He looked like a hot dude who definitely had lots of worldly experience. His hair was curly and brown. Stuart wouldn’t have minded chewing on it sensually, if he hadn’t been strapped to a table of course.

#steddie #tinawrites #wip weekend #stommie #stomeddie #puppy trio #mermay #eddierotica #saw a post of someone saying we should make eddie weirder in fics and we are making him have some weird impulses in the eddierotica one lol

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fkinkindagauche · 3 months ago

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WIP Weekend

I don't think I've ever actually participated in one of these. I have a tendency to only work on one project at a time, which makes it kind of boring, only giving people one emoji to choose from. But I'm gonna give it a try this weekend and see how I feel about bouncing around between projects!

Rules: Send me one of the emojis below in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences (or paragraphs if I'm feeling particularly inspired) from that WIP, and then I'll post it. You can request as many as you want!

divider by @/saradika-graphics

Current WIPs to choose from:

🍆Steddie smutpilogue to II Most Wanted

✂️Ronance smutpilogue to II Most Wanted

❓Steddie Big Bang (I won't be able to post the snippet I write for this since we're still under a gag order, but you're welcome to make me write some of it! I'll post a pic of one of my cats for you instead if you choose this.)

⛰️⛰️Twin Peaks Metalsandwich AU

🐙OFMD Izzy seamonster fic for the Fandom Trumps Hate auction, if you're feeling particularly adventurous and want to venture outside of ST

Tagging some people who may or may not want to do this and/or send me an ask: @stellarspecter, @tinytalkingtina, @pearynice, @vthx, @dame-zoom-a-lot, @hbyrde36, @alwaysurvalentine, @talanashta, @cxwzkeys, @jo-harrington, @sourw0lfs, @cloudsurfing42, and anyone else who wants to participate!

Here is a snippet from one of the unposted chapters of II Most Wanted to wet your whistle (CW for discussions of murder, but not very graphic):

Steve tried to get her to talk about it once they'd pulled out of Hopper's driveway and were back on the road, but she wouldn't. She didn't start talking until they were in Steve's bedroom with the door shut.

"You do realize there's no one else in this house?" Steve teased as he watched her lock the door. She glared at him.

"We need to kill Jason," she said. He'd had an inkling this was where the conversation would be going after what she'd said at the hospital the night before.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Looks like we do."

She collapsed onto the bed beside him with a groan, throwing an arm over her face. "How do we kill someone?"

"I dunno. Shoot him? Stab him? Hit him really hard on the head?"

Robin scoffed, turning toward Steve and pulling the arm from her face. "No way. Those are all too messy."

"Well then what? Poison? Carbon monoxide?" Back when his parents had still been home occasionally, his mom watched murder mysteries constantly. He knew all sorts of ways to kill people.

Robin sat up abruptly. "Exactly how we do it isn't as important as how we keep from getting caught."

"Make it look like an accident?" Steve suggested.

Robin hummed. "Maybe. Seems difficult." She tapped a finger against her lips, deep in thought, then stood up and started to pace.

Steve tried to think about the problem as well, but his head hurt, and he was more exhausted than he remembered being since they'd finished Vecna off. He curled up on his bed and closed his eyes.

Robin took the hint. He heard her call her mom, telling her she was spending the night, then she crawled into bed beside Steve. She pulled the covers over both of them, then wrapped an arm around his waist. "We'll talk about it more in the morning," she said, squeezing Steve.

He had a feeling she was just going to lay there thinking all night, but he, at least, needed to sleep to use his brain. He drifted off, comforted by the reassuring weight of his best friend at his back.

#wip weekend #make me write

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writefightblog · 8 days ago

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Welcome To Writefight!

A while back, I made a post musing about how artfight looks so cool, how much I wished there was a version of that for writers, and to my surprise, people actually told me they were interested! I thought the post wouldn't gain any traction, but instead, I found some like-minded users, and so...here we are! Writefight!

Okay, that's not much of an intro, but shhh

Like artfight, it will start on July 1 (time zone doesn't matter) and go through the month. Participants will "attack" each other during that time by writing one-shots about each other's characters. You can involve as many characters as you want, or just focus on one.

Now, in artfight, the players are separated into two teams, and the teams attack each other; here, though, I was thinking we could just do a free-for-all where anyone can attack anyone, since this is a small group.

After receiving an attack, you can counter the attack by writing a one-shot about the attacker's characters, or you can pay it forward by attacking someone else.

In artfight, the attacks are scored with points, and the team with the most points at the end wins, but I'm not sure how we would do that here, so I figure we can just all attack and have fun and all be winners :D

So, what do we do until July? We post refs! Unlike artfight, these don't need to be visual, but images of the characters certainly can be in there. What we need are descriptions of the character's personality, mannerisms, backstory, role, relationships with other characters from the same story/canon you also have refs for, that sort of thing. If your characters are from a story up on the internet, link it! Snippets are also great! It would also be a good idea to talk at least a bit about the setting the characters are in, so I'd recommend grouping character refs by story/world/concept/whatever you're cooking.

As in artfight, we should all also list any things we'd be uncomfortable with in terms of receiving attacks. For example, you might not want anyone to attack you with something gory or nsfw, or involving certain subjects. Or perhaps there's a certain character you wouldn't want to be involved in certain scenarios. We're small writers, and we want to be considerate, so let's make sure to put that in the refs as well.

Some other notes:

There's no limit on the amount of characters you can have refs for, though I'd recommend organizing them by either putting them all in one post or having one post per story/setting.

No minimum or maximum wordcount for attacks. We all write in different ways, and they're all valid :D

This probably goes without saying, but, y'know, be nice, follow standard internet etiquette, all that stuff.

By "characters", I'm going by artfight's general rules: original characters from original stories/concepts, original fanfic characters, and AU versions of canon characters.

Now, to put all the writefight stuff in one place, tag your refs and attacks and such with #writefight, and @ this blog, and I'll reblog them all.

(In terms of attacks, they can be posted wholly here on tumblr, or you can just post them on a writing side -- ao3, for example -- and link to them, or do both! Also, be sure to @ the participant you're attacking.)

A list of refs can be found here. I'll keep updating it as more ref posts come in!

Similarly, a list of attack links will go here in July.

I'm excited! Let's all have fun together and celebrate writing :D

#writefight #pinned post #writers #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr

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terresdebrume · 9 months ago

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Back in late September I made a poll to know what fic I should work on, completely forgetting I was about to run headfirst into the end of year rut (plus moving plus other life projects) so I ended up predictably writing nothing of substance aside from a quick snippet in an AU that has cool aesthetic but not enough foundation to stand on its legs -_-

So, as a way to finally start working on the most popular option from that poll (aka: the one where a Catland kiss is the spark that gets Payneland started) I'm going to just write and post the first draft on Tumblr and then I'll clean it up into a more proper story for AO3. @kepodewers you asked to be tagged in case that happened so watch this space (unless you want to wait for the polished version). This is based on this prompt from @stinastar which I got somewhere around forever ago^^" I'm very sorry about the delay and the rushed format, I hope it satisfies anyway! Fair warning: it starts out pretty angsty.

ETA: Important note: Like all my first drafts this is going to be posted in several snippets! I'll be making separate posts for each I think, unless the overwhelming consensus is that people would rather have a chain of reblogs

Edwin falls through the floor.

He hasn't lost control of his corporeality since his first week back on Earth and never that badly. The thought of it would be mortifying any other day, but not today. Today, it is a relief. Today, Edwin's entire being is intent on denying his death harder than it ever has before. Blood pulses in his ears as he finally comes to a stop in the basement of their building, tears burn in his eyes and in his throat, and his heart claws at the inside of his ribs with the ferocity of a hell hound. Half-blind with tears, Edwin pulls his right foot out of the ground, spins around, and rushes to the staircase as soon as he spots it.

His feet clatter up the steps, the door bangs in his wake, and when he bursts through the front door he cannot even manage to avoid running straight through Crystal. She calls out his name and Edwin slows down, trying to decide if he can stand to speak to anyone right now—

"Edwin!"

Edwin turns around just in time to see Charles phase through the door, through Crystal—continue without even apologizing to her—and then... And then his feet turn around again, carry him across the street and into the little park there, Charles' footsteps thundering after him.

"Edwin, wait!"

Edwin ignores Charles' pleading tone. He has never done that before. Not for a case, not for a reward, not even to preserve his own existence. Nothing could have forced him to ignore Charles then, no amount of danger, no amount of torture, no amount of pain. Except, it seems, if Charles himself were the source of Edwin's distress.

"Leave me alone!" Edwin yells over his shoulder, harsher than he meant but unable to stop and soften his voice.

Charles hasn't caught up with him, Edwin knows that. He is the much faster runner of the two, especially with the novelty of needing more distance from Charles than ever before. Perhaps it is that knowledge that stops him in his tracks when he hears Charles gasp.

"Edwin," Charles tries again, but Edwin shakes his head, ignoring the jogger that goes through him with a disgruntled shiver.

"Charles, please," he pleads, "please leave me alone. I can't—"

"Edwin, please, talk to me," Charles begs.

He is standing in the middle of the street, hands up as if to calm down a distressed client. He looks so genuinely distraught, so sincerely hurt, that Edwin feels bad for the way he is acting. He wishes he could be a better person. Wishes he could be a better friend. Yet, when he tries to speak his voice comes out cold and cutting in a way he never thought he could have used against Charles.

"I fail to see what there is to say. You made it quite clear before that you were uninterested in what I had to offer. It is hardly my place to be upset about where they lay instead!"

"But you are upset," Charles replies, and the lack of denial feels like a knife going right through Edwin's chest.

"Well, Charles," he says, a sob clinging to the cold fury that laces his voice, "I think you might be able to understand why I am."

"Look, Edwin, Thomas—"

"'Thomas'?" Edwin exclaims, anger and hurt dragging his voice down, making Charles flinch. "Thom—what happened to 'That Cat King'? What happened to 'Whiskers'?"

"Edwin—"

"You know, it is your right to move on," Edwin says, pressing his hands together so hard he is half afraid to damage his nonexistent gloves. "I understand that my feelings do not entitle me to your affections, but I would have thought you would at least have had the courtesy to let me know you had figured 'the rest' out! I would have thought you would at least told me so I didn't have to find out like this!"

Edwin closes his eyes, half to avoid the look of hurt mixed with almost fear on Charles' face, half to catch the flood of tears threatening to spill on his face as he remembers. Coming through the mirror. Looking around for Charles, so eager to show him the new book he acquired. Finding him sitting on their sofa, with his hands on the Cat King's hip, his head tilted back, the long column of his throat all but offered up to the other man as he cradled Charles' face in his hands and kissed him with exactly the sort of tenderness Edwin would endure another seventy years of Hell to give Charles.

"Please," Edwin repeats, "leave me alone. At least for now."

And Charles, silent and pale, nods and turns around, and leaves Edwin alone.

#Dead Boy Detectives #dbda fanfic #payneland #Charles Rowland #Edwin Payne #fic: the Catland kiss incident #matt writes #20n #30n #40n

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shadysubject06 · 6 months ago

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Hii hii!! Not sure if your asks are open per se? But I’ll shoot something over anyways! Don’t feel pressured to respond ^^ (these are gonna be relating to your fnaf:sb au!!!)

Firstly, what inspired you to give the DCA a frozen half mask? I honestly find it to be SUCH a cool design choice and I wanna know your design process! :D

Secondly (DCA related again </3), what’s your interpretation on Eclipse within your universe? Do they exist? Are they a third entity, a combination of Sun and Moon, a security program with no learning AI, or perhaps something else entirely? I’d love to hear your thoughts! (Personally I interpret them as a combination/security program :0!)

Lastly (yes… once more… DCA related…), do you have any fun facts about Sun, Moon, and Chica’s friendship that you’ve been itching to share? Or haven’t gotten the chance to touch on yet? This AU honestly made me grow really attached to the idea of the DCA and Glam Chica being friends! It’s so so SO sweet!

That’s it for now!! Thank you so much for making your AU btw!! It’s been awesome to binge <3

GOLLY HI!!! Sorry, I didn't see this till now! I'm so glad you're enjoying my stuff, thank you!!! I don't have a name for this "AU" since it kinda started as just this series of snippets of the DCA and Chica being besties and then it started bleeding into all the feelings I had about SB's corporate horror subtext and all of the assumptions I'd had about the direction they would take the story after Help Wanted, and now it's kind of a….retelling-slash-one off comics story. If you or anybody else has name ideas for this on-going saga I'd love to hear them so that I could put it all in a dedicated tag! Now that I've got that ramble out of the way I'll answer your questions! (I lied I'm gonna ramble more cuz I'm really good at it ksfdlnlksdfnlksndf)

1) I have a tendency to redesign characters a bit when I make fan art because trying to stay on model to the original design makes my art come out a bit stiff. I'd seen a lot of fan art for the DCA where they had their whole mouth move, but with the way their faces have a "moon" side, it made me think of a Phantom of the Opera mask. Then I heard that in the Pizzaplex books they were apparently a theater robot that was repurposed for the daycare, so I just decided to lean into it! I've been playing with the idea of making the eye holes on Sun and Moon's mask different to mimic the tragedy/comedy masks!

2) Ooooh the security program is an interesting idea!!! So, I don't know how actual programming stuff works. And since I believe that the robots in FNAF have been sentient since Sister Location, meaning that they've been advancing robo sentience in-universe further for years, I tend to play around with the sentience and the programming fighting with each other at times. When it comes to what I think Eclipse is…. I'm actually gonna put that under a spoiler because it's something I've been teasing at and I can't keep story secrets to save my life, so you can look at that answer ~ at your own risk oooOOOooooOOOooo ~ Now. To answer the third point and give you that Eclipse spoiler. I need to add it in a reblog. Because I was writing out this whole thing....and I wrote so much that I hit the text limit. Which I have never done before. Which also freaked Tumblr out and it wouldn't let me post this no matter how much I erased. So please give me just a few minutes and I'll get you the rest of the answer FDLKSNLSFKDNSLFKN

#shady says #answered ask #shibiichi

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setsailslash · 17 days ago

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fic writer ask game

tagged by @cetaceans-pls :D it took me a while because i actually had to think about some of these, i'm not a very reflective writer lmao

how many works on ao3?

610 (lord almighty wHAT)

total ao3 wordcount?

1,175,164 (lORD ALRIGHTY WHAT)

Top 5 fics by kudos?

the momentum is startling (my first ever gen batfam fic set in the dceu, first time trying my hand at writing any robins at all)

something borrowed (cockwarming sladejay heheh)

bumps on the road less traveled (roy and dick double teaming jason in the back of a car, also literally the one and only time i ever wrote roy lol)

a promise from a lifetime ago (my first collab with farf 🥺)

liar, liar, short pants on fire (titans dickjay mouth stuff lmfao)

What fandoms do you write for?

Purely DCU for the last 6? 7? years now. Before that lots of pacific rim and white collar. but i do dabble in snippets/drabbles that range from movies and tv shows, or manga and anime.

Do you respond to comments?

yes, always! it does take me some time to get to each one, but god knows i'll eventually get to every single one! :D

Angstiest Ending?

i don't really write angst for angst's sake but 🤔🤔🤔 maybe it matters not (brujay suburban AU) but that is more of a melancholic ending AND it has a happy follow up (and a happy ending if i ever get to writing it). Or, Playing House in Our Loving Home where jason traps himself in a dubcon relationship with the rest of the batfam because of self sacrificial reasons?

Fic with the happiest ending?

hmmmmm not quite sure if this is the right pick but i sure do love BYOB as my ultimate happy ending brujay where they decide what to do with each other's bodies when they die in that weird way they get about each other.

Do you get hate?

nothing since that one time, it was an anon msg saying im disgusting where i just wrote a mobjay filth drabble in response to because how can you make me take anon hate seriously ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Do you write smut?

absolutely. it's my very favourite thing to write about.

Do you write crossovers?

on rare occasions. when the tide comes in is my niche dcu meets pacific rim crossover where wonder woman meets mako mori and i still think it's super clever of me even if nobody really cares for it 😂

Ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think so?? i hope not at least.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes and it's so cool every time 🥺 off the top of my head, i've had my fics translated to chinese, russian, and spanish. also, have translated a few chinese fics into english myself because they were just sooo good (see them here!!)

Have you ever cowritten a fic?

yes! i've cowritten Deathbringers’ Guide to Retirement (brujay assassins AU) + Midnight Cravings (sladejay uh, chicken AU) with @salmonellagogo :D also did Best Laid Plans (sladejay cop AU) with @fleet-of-red, and a few chain fics with peeps in the brujay discord server like A Guy Like You Should Wear A Warning and our CYOA Illusion of Choice! all of which were some of the funnest writing experience i've ever done.

All-time favorite ship?

just reached a whooping 100!!!!! works for brujay so i think that kinda speaks for itself given that blows all the other pairings i've ever written out of the water in terms of both quantity and longevity of my interest. my first brujay was written in 2018, and well, it's now 2025 🙀🙀🙀

WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i have a dickjay incest AU where they are in a relationship and finds out they are actually blood related, i've been working on this since uh, forever...... and it's still in such a mish-mash state that i doubt it will ever be done. big sad on this one because i LOVE the idea and what little parts of it that i've started on.

Writing Strengths?

i've been told i got a very distinctive writing style that is kinda really recognizable. have also been told that my description of food stands out. both of which makes me go :)))) :))) :)))))))

Writing Weaknesses?

terrible with coming up with plot or describing fighting sequence type action, also kinda mediocre with dialogue unless inspiration REALLY hits?? and uh, don't really have the patience to do world building or slow burns either..... this feels like a lot of weakness lmfaao I'm not actually that good at writing, i just really like doing it hahahahaa

Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

from someone who has gotten really shitty at their mother tongue, I'd say have fun, go for it, as long as you come from a place full of willingness to learn and not like willful ignorance or malice then do it!!! i've seen AO3 script that lets you insert translation directly into fic which is also suuuuper cool so i think there's a lot of room to figure out a happy medium.

First fandom you wrote for?

this one made me think but i think it could possibly be beyblade??? but i don't even think any of it still exists. which thank god, baby kuro was not good but by god did they try 😂

Favorite fic you've ever written?

this is SUCH a hard question, but given i have the brain of a goldfish, i recently wrote Sympathy for the Devil for the brujay server exchange, it is a brujay noir AU and i worked reallllly hard on crafting the plot and the world building so this one has gotta be my latest favourite imo.

tagging allllll of my writer peeps: @wajjs @stevieraebarnes @corvuscryptoleucus @meaninglessblah-writes @cadkitten @chekov-in-a-dress @luthienluinwe and anyone else who writes and sees this! i want to see your responses, i want to get in your writerly brains!! let meeee in!!!

#memes #kuro writes

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from-izzy · 1 year ago

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[teaser] love me unconditionally | the boyz kim sunwoo

pairing » the boyz kim sunwoo x fem!reader

trope/au » friends to lovers, non-idol au!, school au!

genre (teaser only) » fluffy fluff fluff, very much hurt and comfort, angst, sunwoo is so patient and loving with the reader, a snippet of an amusement park 'date', sunwoo is whipped for the reader because i love making the idol whipped for the reader (hehe), lots of hand holding because i find that so cute, kim sunwoo who only has eyes for you

word count; estimated reading time » 2438; ~9 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » reader is insecure about her ability to keep friendships (this will be more evident in the full story!!), proofread once with slight jetlag

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 part of 'especially to you...'

honestly...this is the start of a part of me that not a lot of people (even those in real life) don't know about. this story is so hard to write and i wanted to fully finish this for dbn's love letter event but the nature of the topic in which this story comes from is heavy to write about and it does take a lot of my energy. i decided to post a little bit first to encourage myself that i can do it and in a way, congratulate myself in doing this because this story is the main reason why i started writing from the very beginning. i told myself that i wouldn't stop writing until at least i post this one and i guess that day is slowly coming.

i'm sorry if this short part is unclear and leaves you a lot of questions because as much as i have the whole plot idea, i haven't written some scenes. even this one may change (oh, and the banner as well) but i hope it's somewhat understandable.

i don't want to necessarily say when i'll get the full one out but i will try my very best for those who choose to stick around. and if you do, with all my heart, thank you so much 🫂

The mirror reflects your choice of outfit for the adventure-filled day. In the past, you remember always going after school, paying for the half-day ticket instead of a full one and the drop in price would be the reason that Sunwoo willingly tagged along with you; or at least that’s what he always told you because if you looked behind, you would see Sunwoo looking at the back of your head with sweetness dripping from his eyes. Even with the drop in price, you knew that it could be a somewhat regular trip but you didn’t want to make it too regular or else it would rid you of the fun of the whole amusement park concept. That’s why the consensus was once a month, sometimes more but never less. The food would be the same as the street food but would be different enough to the point that you could taste the difference between inside the park and outside.

You twirled in front of the mirror one last time, checking the back of your outfit. To your eyes, it’s simple but to someone else’s eyes, anything you wear would make his heart melt. It’s unfortunate that you’re unable to feel the same way that other people who love you would, and that’s why love is special but scary at the same time. With a final flick on your room’s light switch and the bag that rested on the curve of your shoulder, you greet your mum and walk towards the meetup place in the amusement park.

Your choice of outfit elicited a raised eyebrow from your mum, the elder nodding and eyeing your outfit up and down. When asked for thoughts, you found that it was the approval nod that you’re thankful for as you did spend some time ruminating about as you’re used to the old, everyday, boring school uniform. In addition, when your mum heard that you’re out with Sunwoo, she made sure to know that you treat him well. It’s heartwarming to see Sunwoo receiving much love from your mum and with a final ‘have fun’ wish, you’re off for the rest of the day.

Sunwoo sent a text as soon as you stepped out and locked the front door, apologising once more for not being able to pick you up from your house and you couldn't help but stare at the message. On the other side, the ‘read’ notification only made him nervous and his next message of a bunch of crying emojis depicts his apologetic nature. The wind blew your cheeks to cool the heating temperature at his playful nature and you quickly texted reassurance to him.

You couldn't believe that holding a hand out to stop the bus would be so exciting. You couldn't believe that seating on the rarely washed seats could be comfortable. You couldn't believe that you were seeing the familiar pathway to a place you used to visit a dozen times a year and that you remembered the way you let your body sway to the turns of the bus.

The closer the bus heads towards your destination, the more it gets crowded with differing ages filling the small space. The weekend is bustling and so will the park but at least you have a full day. You didn't need to be the one to indicate the driver to stop at the designated stop as a pair of smaller hands did it for you. You're seated at the front of the bus but you sit patiently and wait for others to board first, not forgetting to thank the driver when you do.

The moment your two feet step out of the bus, you're greeted by your company for the rest of the day. He stood not too far away, occupied by his phone and unoccupied with the wind thrashing his hair strands all messily. Sunwoo is unbothered by the whispers of those who throw compliments at him and bows politely when asked for his number. A comfortable set of denim jacket, black jeans and white shirt is his attire and he chose to wear his black-framed glasses that you remember picking out with him.

As much as Sunwoo has been receiving attention for the past hour, he knows the difference between the attention he wants and the attention that he doesn’t. His gut feeling is never wrong when it comes to looking up to meet your eyes staring back at him. The phone in his hand is pocketed in his pants and he jogs his way to you, fluffy bangs hitting his forehead in excitement at the sight of you.

“You’re here,” he says as he takes a final step in front of you. You didn’t even get a chance to nod or speak anything because he took a hand of yours in his, wrapping his fingers around yours. Your stutter didn’t falter his train of thoughts, “I got the tickets! Let’s go!”

“W-Wait, what?” Eyebrows knitted at the change of routine, “What do you mean you got tickets?” His free hand fishes in his other pocket and he pulls out two official entries to the park, a grin on his face when you stare at the unexpected papers in his hand.

“My turn,” Sunwoo says, knowing what you're about to say next. Because going to the park has always been something that you enjoyed, you've always paid the entry tickets but not this time. “I wanted to be here today.”

“Sunwoo–”

“You can pay next time,” hopeful for your answer. He searches for any signs of happiness in your eyes but yours is still filled with doubt and that made his lower lips droop, “Please let me?” Gulping his nerves down, “Please don’t let this be the last time. I hope this can become routine again.” Sunwoo’s eyebrows form a little mountain-like shape and his pouts stretch into a soft, small smile.

Before you know it, your neck cranes down and back up, nodding in defeat and taking a mental note to pay for everything else for the day. You didn't expect Sunwoo to be so radiant at your answer for he punches the air with hollers of excitement and hops of joy. You're reminded of how his smile lights up your world and his actions are more than capable of lighting up the world. With the hold of his hand on yours, he leads you to take the tickets to be officially used.

The park changed minimally, with the biggest change being the merch being displayed at the store near the entrance. The lingering buttered popcorn and the spice seasoning of churros stayed the same and you hoped that the recipe was the same as you kept your eyes on it even when your legs moved further in the park. Turning your head to the other side is more merch and cotton candy swirled into animal shapes.

“I want one!” Sunwoo dragging you along to the fluffy sugar. Without hesitation, he chose the bear one contrary to your expectations against the raccoon one, “Bear hugs,” he says once again after reading your mind, “You give me the best bear hugs.”

“Oh…” dazed at the simple but fluttering emotions behind his words.

Sunwoo nods enthusiastically and takes a big chunk of the piece. You failed to hold your laugh when it smeared all over his lower face.

“It's because I don't have any free hands!” Lifting your joined hands to prove his point, “And I don't want to let go of you.”

When did he learn to sweet talk like this? When did he become so confident and bubbly like this? When did he learn to make your heart beat so fast despite looking like a bit of a mess? When did he become so loving through his actions and words that it's hard for you to let go of his hand even if you wanted to?

Sunwoo pokes his tongue out to retrieve the blue cloud on his nose and you choose to give him an audience about it, chuckling behind your small scarf at his attempts. “Here,” you lightly brush past his skin with your fingers, “All gone.”

Like a deer caught in the headlights and an animated character with his cheeks full of food, Sunwoo tries to register the irregular and fast pace of his beating heart. The sugar in his mouth dissolves quicker than he has been consuming it with how he stuffs his mouth with the fine grains of sugar whenever his mouth is empty. You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at how he looked at you with boba-like wide and glossy eyes while you also found it hard to even look away. Sunwoo takes the opportunity of having extended eye contact with you by ducking his head closer to you.

Unconsciously, his throat became dry and his ability to swallow became harder. His eyes trailed from your eyes, following the slope of your nose and Cupid’s bow to the gap between your lips. At first, you were slightly slow to follow but when you copied the path of his eyes with your own with Sunwoo’s face, your heartbeat could no longer be controlled.

No one registered the minimising gap between your two faces, and consequently bodies. Your body froze, not in a bad way because it’s Kim Sunwoo, but in a way where you just don’t want to. If Sunwoo wanted to come closer, you wouldn’t oppose him. The safety that he provided you with is reassured by the way your fingers wrapped his hand tighter. Sunwoo became so close that the overgrown front strands of his hair tickled the tip of your nose with the wind.

You only watch his lips while he watches yours. His bottom lip is trapped between the rows of his teeth and unconsciously you copy him out of nervousness.

“Come on,” he whispers, still unable to take his eyes off your lips, “Let’s go somewhere first.”

It was hard to pull away first, especially when he knows exactly what he feels for you but for him, your comfortability with him will always come first. He just gained precious time with you, rebuilding your friendship once more and as much as Sunwoo wants to take it a step further, he’s aware of how everything is different to the past. He longs for the same type of relationship once more, but things change and so does time; but never his feelings for you.

The back of Sunwoo’s head became harder to view after that, your mind racing with thoughts as he took you to wherever he said he would take you first. You watch as the ground turns from the beige-bricked floors to the wooden-like installed tiles. Only then did you realise that the light is no longer natural and the outline of your shadow becomes clearer. The familiar scent of the air freshener finally made you look up and you’re faced with a variety of character hand bands arranged on the spinning shelf.

“What about this?” His index points to the raccoon headband on his hair. Your eyes grew wide for the opinion he was asking for and you gave a stuttering nod. Sunwoo pouted, worried about his past actions. His thumb brushes against the back of your hand soothingly, “I’m sorry.”

“What…are you talking about?” Why is he apologising? What for–

Sunwoo lets go of your hand, pocketing his to keep the warmth that you once gave him. Your eyes grew wide, hands still in the position he left you. Looking up from your hand, the boy gives a nervous chuckle.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he tries his best to nonchalantly shrug but you can tell from the way his eyes didn’t even bother to look your way, that it’s weighing on him a lot.

Your fingers curl towards your palm and your lips pinches itself into your mouth. You shake your head, hoping that he’ll be able to see it from his peripheral and you try to refute through voice but nothing is coming out.

“Just…tell me if I’m being too mu–”

You stop him this time by lifting both your palms to cup his cheeks, turning his face away from the mirror to you instead. One shake, two shakes and three from your head, “Never you,” you breathe out softly, “I’m just…nervous…not in a bad way though.”

“Oh…” Sunwoo is glad to hear this insight from you, “Me too. You make me nervous like crazy.” he admitted with a gaze full of affection, “In a good way though,” he quickly added.

“All those years before as well?”

“Yeah,” he nods his head to further prove his point. Both his hand comes up to take your hands away from his face. Sunwoo puts them both between you and he continues his actions from before, gliding his thumbs on the back of your hand. “We never held hands back in the past,” and he stopped for a while, wondering if it was the right time to say this. He shuts his eyes tight and blurts out, “But I wish that we did.”

And you just couldn’t ignore this. You just had to ask with every bit you had in you, “Why…?”

Sunwoo shakes his head again and this time you’re beyond confused about what he’s trying to convey. You’ve never seen him so hesitant about his words before and this new sight made it hard for you to possibly string his thoughts into words, not wanting to say the wrong words and assume wrong assumptions of his feelings. You join as you watch the way Sunwoo smooths the pad of his thumb over you, the corner of your lips rising as you focus on the weighted-like blanket of him.

“When you left, the only thing that could keep my hands warm was my other hand or by stuffing them inside some fabric. Even then, it would never be as comfortable as what you would provide me,” and how badly you wanted to agree with him without words, “And you always said that,” finally his hands stopped moving against yours, “When life gets too much,” stepping next to you so that he could hold your hand better, “That you would always hold my hand,” his grip is more secure now, “And tell me that I don’t have to carry anything alone,” he lifts the alternating view of his fingers with yours, “So just like you’ve done that for me all those times,” bringing the back of your hand to his lips, “Lean on me and let me carry some of yours."

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 'especially to you...'

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tozettastone · 5 months ago

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2024 Fic Review

Tagged by @voxofthevoid.

I didn't think I was gonna do this one because of how long it seemed, but day to day, I mostly just use my stats page to compare public bookmarks to total bookmarks, so this was an interesting exercise in making me actually look at any of these stats.

Stats stuff

1. How Many Words I Wrote in 2024:

134,246

2. My Top 5 Fics by Hits:

This was interesting — I don't think I've ever looked at my hit counters before.

Deadbeat. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/56638825)

Say Uncle (https://archiveofourown.org/works/57702268)

Thicker Than Water (https://archiveofourown.org/works/58122280)

Other Reasons To Hate Uchiha Itachi (https://archiveofourown.org/works/53127385)

In Progress (https://archiveofourown.org/works/60802894)q

With the exception of In Progress, these are ALL Naruto OC & Akatsuki fics, haha. That's my brand right now, I guess.

3. My Most Bookmarked Fic:

It was Deadbeat. It has 423 public bookmarks but 619 in total, which is almost triple the next most bookmarked fic of the year. Huh.

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Question Stuff

1. What was the most surprising thing about writing in 2024?

Well, now that I'm looking at the statistics page, it's gotta be how well-liked In Progress is? I don't know, I don't usually look at kudos or anything (except to admire it if it's a palindrome!) so I didn't really realise... It's a 5K word one-shot Bleach fic that's basically time travel trope puree, because I skimmed most of the time travel tag and wanted to write something short and fun. I'm glad people seem to have liked it but I'm a little surprised.

2. What was the most enjoyable to write?

Probably Sweat Equity. Sweat Equity happened because an anon sent me a prompt and it was a banger. I wrote it in one sitting while I was in Bologna, sitting in a park beneath a tree that was almost certainly older than my whole city. It was nice.

3. Which fic is the most underrated?

Nailed It. Listen, I am not complaining. I understand why other people didn't love it like I did: it's high context and a stupid pairing, and I reckon MANY of the people who got a notification —for a Deidara/Madara fic that was already a spin off of some other unfinished soulmate AU fic! — were like "Ummm, what the fuck, Tozette, I'll pass."

I see you, you are so right, and that is a valid choice.

But also, I raise you: every character in that fic is terrible and it made me laugh.

4. Which fic(s) had something "cut" or an idea that never happened?

This bleach fic, which I may yet manage to clean up and archive for a little one shot eventually.

It never got off the ground because of fundamental incompatibility issues. Irreconcilable differences are grounds for divorce, etc etc. Can't be helped.

5. Which fic(s) did you want to write but didn't get around to?

I would have liked to have finished Where The Heart Is before I started writing like 5 different Bleach fics all at once, actually.

6. Any WIPs that never got published?

Goodness me, yes. Three Hidan/Kakuzu (Naruto) fics, a long form Ishida/Szayel (Bleach) fic, a new fic in my Murakami Madeline series (Naruto — that's Where The Heart Is), an Urahara/Ichigo/Urahara (Bleach) fic, an Akatsuki Time Travel Ensemble (Naruto) fic...

There are probably more.

7. Share a snippet from a WIP fic?

Here's something from my draft of Where The Heart Is:

"Your friend won't look me in the face, senpai," complained Tobi. "Isn't that too suspicious?" Maddie managed not to twitch but it was a near thing. She had absolutely no desire to look Uchiha Obito right in his sharingan eye. "It would be suspicious if she wanted to look at you!" Deidara snapped. Dramatically, he turned away from Tobi. "Stop following me everywhere! Hm!" "We're partners, though," Tobi responded, totally unconcerned by the honestly staggering amount of disdain Deidara could cram into one sentence. "Senpai, don't you want to spend time with me?" Tobi teetered forward and around so he could angle his bright orange mask up at Deidara's face. A shard of ceramic scraped on the stone floor underfoot. "Eh?" He looked down and spotted the broken pieces of Maddie's ugly ex-teapot. "Ah! Senpai, is it yours?" "Is it—?" Deidara's face contorted. "What are you trying to say?" Worse, his volatile chakra also contorted into a flicker of intense killing intent. Maddie's hearts kicked into their highest gear.

8. Which fic was the one you were most excited to write?

Hmm. Interesting to have this as a question distinct from which was most enjoyable to write. Excitement...

Maybe Deadbeat?

Deadbeat was one of those fics that kind of happened to me while I was reading a lot of OC romance fics I didn't like very much and thinking about how I could write a Kakuzu one that I liked instead. Since it's not a romance you can only imagine how well that went! But I ended up liking it a lot better and writing all of it over a weekend in a scrambling little frenzy.

9. Fic hopes for the New Year?

I've got some WIPs to work on. I'd like to get Where The Heart Is (Naruto, Murakami Madeline (OC) fic), Plan C (Bleach, time travel, IchiIshi) and Open Season (Bleach, Grimmichi) posted.

Ideally, I would also like to hopefully get the other two Bleach fics drafted at least — the Urahara/Ichigo/Urahara one with the time travel and the romantic parasitism and the Ishida/Szayel one.

I hope my tolerance for the fandom lasts long enough to see me through, lol. We'll see!

I'm cursing @mixelation and @redflagshipwriter with this tag meme because they might enjoy it. But if anyone wants to do this one and hasn't been tagged, tell everyone I tagged you. :P

#tag meme #my fic

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alystrin03 · 2 months ago

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Shameless self promotion Sunday (usually Saturday)

My love @pixiedurango keeps on hosting this cool trend so here I am one more week. This one, although, has been very rough at work, so I could not do much.

I'll tag my sweeties @ofcrowsanddragons @becausedragonage @dragonagegayz @antivan-sprig and @adhd-riddled-crow so I'll see what they are working on!

The idea: We make a post and show off, what cool stuff we created over the past week. Art, Screenshots, writing (anything from a questionnaire about your OC to the 100K epos...) anything we do is worth to be seen and to be promoted.And by tagging people, commenting, and reblogging, we share the love and boost ourselve's and other's confidence. No matter what form you choose, whether you reblog your initial post, or create a new one with teasers, you decide!

I finished & posted the 3rd chapter of (one of) my Viago x Rook fic "Never fade away", with the drama after the attempt of murder on Alecto's & Viago's reaction about it

Also posted a short story with Micah & Alecto as protagonists for our "A Murder of Misfits" collection. I love them too much, @only-slightly-terrified has created such a wonderful OC with Micah <3. I can assure you you'll hear more about them

Last work I posted was the 2nd chapter of Renzo & Alecto's fic, my two OC . My two beautiful silly Crows, always getting on trouble

Started three (THREE) new smut fics: Illario x Rook [this AU is getting interesting], Viago x Rook x Lucanis and Lucanis x Rook x Teia. I have lost control of my life

Managed to write a promt for the @dadrunkwriting . Just one for now, I'll try to work a bit more on the promps today, promise!

Reworked the appearance of Lorenzo "Renzo" de Riva, now my boy looks more handsome!

And last, but not least, I've kept working on the ZevRook smut fic. This is lasting longer than I initially thought, but this story needs to have some plot (apart from * ahem *). Small snippet under the cut!

Have a nice new week, loves!

"Perhaps somewhere else more appropriate" the last word, though innocent, rang in his ears as if it were the most lustful in the world. Without looking back, Alecto left the pint on the counter and headed for the door, Zevran found himself following her like a puppy. Be that as it may, that self-confidence had trained her to play her cards, and now she was fucking expert.

He was a few feet away as soon as they left, following Alecto down one of the alleyways. He watched as she started to turn around, a mischievous smile on her lips, but a burly body came across his field of vision.

"Well, if it isn't my lucky day. The fucking CrowSlayer, no less. It's amazing how much I'm going to get paid for your corpse."

Mierda. Lucanis had asked them to stay out of trouble and right now there was one looming. Not that the asshole was going to give them much to do, but a fight was the last thing Zevran wanted to get into at the moment.

"Exactly, he's the fucking CrowSlayer, and a shitty cuchillo like you should be hiding instead of provoking him" Alecto spoke with contempt. "Trust me, he's gutted far better men than you"

The unknown Crow turned to the woman. He wasn't much taller than her, but more muscular, though Zevran knew from experience that his companion could dispatch the fellow in a matter of seconds.

" Who the fuck are you, his whore?"

Alecto twisted her face for only a second before punching him in the stomach with all her might, causing him to double over in pain and fall to the ground on his knees. Grabbing him by the hair, forced him to see her face "They call me Rook. If you have ears you've heard of me, and also what I've done. So, you fucking imbecile, if you think you have half a chance against the CrowSlayer and me, try attacking us now, because either you get out of here right now or I intend to throw your fucking corpse in the canal"

Indeed he must have heard of her, because the man's face paled. Alecto frowned and released him, giving him a shove. She turned around, ready to return to Zevran, but her adversary must have thought twice before attempting to attack her from behind. A dagger, thrown with extreme skill, stabbed between the two eyes of the Crow, who fell to the ground without uttering a sound.

"Don't say I didn't warn you" the disdain was patent, without her even turning around to give him one last look. "You want it back?" Asked, referring to the dagger

"Nah" Zevran let out a chuckle "I didn't even use one of the good ones" Leaving it all behind, they continued moving through the darker corners of the District. Knowing they were alone, Zevran slipped an arm around her waist "I hope it didn't sour your night"

For all response Alecto pushed him against the wall and pressed her lips against his, drawing a whimper from him, which she took advantage of to thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. There was no way he was going to be daunted. Zevran responded to her kisses ardently, feeling the edge of her teeth against his lips, against his tongue, which fought with hers relentlessly. Gripping her tightly, he spun Alecto around, causing her to be the one leaning against the wall. She abandoned his lips and began to move down his neck with her tongue, kissing him ceaselessly, seeking every sensitive spot that would make him gasp.

#rook de riva #dragon age fandom #dragon age rook #dragon age fanfiction #antivan crows #oc: alecto de riva #dragon age fic #dragon age veilguard #dragon age #shameless self promotion saturday #its not much but its honest work #zevran x rook snippet

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ladyknight1512 · 3 months ago

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Traffic Light Game

@heartstringsduet created a new tag game and I do love a tag game.

Rules: Talk about something creative you're working on of any kind. 🚦 Green: What is it about, what excited you about it, what sparked the idea? Orange: Slow down and share something from it: a photo, a few words, some more background info etc. Red: What is the roadblock currently? What is one thing that is a necessary evil in making it?

Green

Anyone actively following me will know that I'm currently writing what I've been tagging as the 'vampire hunter Tarlos' fic. As the name suggests, it's about Tarlos, who start out as vampire hunters with the 126, and have been hunting partners for four years. A mission goes wrong when Carlos gets bitten and turns, and TK and Carlos have to go on the run because they know Carlos won't be allowed to live when the 126 finds out he's been turned. It started out as the 'V' one-shot in the In Every Life: Tarlos AU ABCs collection, and that one-shot will now be the prologue for the longer fic.

I love writing this fic. I write every single day, but on work days I don't write until the evening, so I spend all day, every day, thinking about when I'll be able to work on it again.

Orange

I don't want to share anything from the story itself, because I share two snippets a week and sometimes that's hard while also trying to avoid sharing spoilers. So I'll say this instead: I've put a lot of thought into what to lean into in terms of vampire lore, and what to put aside. In my fic, I've gone in hard with making vampires nocturnal creatures: cloudy weather during the day isn't enough. It's created several problems for me in terms of writing, and early on I thought a few times about scrapping that idea, but then I thought, 'These are just problems for TK and Carlos to solve and that's the point'. So I stuck with it. In terms of other vampire lore: a stake to the heart will temporarily kill a vampire but you have to burn the body to make sure the job is finished. Silver burns but silver in the bloodstream will also kill them. Vampires can't enter a permanent dwelling that is actively being lived in without an invitation.

Red

No roadblocks at the moment, but I am at the point where I'm starting to think about how the story will end (not that I'm close to that yet). I have a vague idea about what the lead-up to the end will be, but I don't know yet how it's all going to resolve itself. And that's fine, because I write scene by scene without a plan anyway, and I've always made it work before so I'm not overly worried.

This is an open tag but I'll call out: @paperstorm @strandnreyes @welcometololaland @thisbuildinghasfeelings @ironheartwriter

#tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #911 lone star #9-1-1: lone star #tag game #vampire hunter tarlos

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tinytalkingtina · 2 months ago

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WIP Weekend

Thanks for the tags @vthx @sourw0lfs and @hbyrde36 (one of these days I will remember to make this post on Thursday evening to be ready)!

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP. No limits to the amount of emojis you can request, please feel free to send multiple

🐶 B.A.D. D.O.G. (sequel to the college AU puppy play Stomeddie/Stommie fic) is nearly there! I need to finish fleshing out Tommy and Steve's original relationship a bit more.

🧜‍♂️ Participating in the STMonsterCalendar Mermay Bingo event, with 2/4 fics for this completed so far. Just the SFW paired buckingham/steddie fics to finish. The Munver (TigerFreak) fic and M/E-rated Steddie fic may pop up too as I edit those this weekend.

🏴‍☠️ Eddierotica: "Eddie writes the world's worst erotica about characters who are just poorly disguised versions of himself and Steve. They're not dating." continues! This week may involve a lot more Steve descending into madness as he reads. 💥Steddie Big Bang: Secret fic is almost at 4k now, and we are in the middle of a particularly fun scene involving [redacted]. This can't be publicly shared yet, so if you send in this emoji feel free to pick another fic as well, and I'll write 3 sentences for both. Tagging a few folks to join in the fun too:

@queenie-ofthe-void @yesdangerpls @onirislanding @felixir-of-moths

@hitlikehammers @augustjustice @eriquin @fkinkindagauche @strangerthingswritersguild Enjoy a NSFW snippet from 🏴‍☠️ below the cut featuring Eddie's ADHD brain at work

The prince took off his shirt. Edmund swallowed, staring at rippling abs that galloped like the stallions he took care of daily. He hoped the prince was equally hung. His majesty noticed him staring and smiled, hands aloft before Edmund’s still-laced trousers. "Stable boy, you are of course familiar with the stoplight system, yes?" The prince asked of Edmund. "Yes my liege. Red means stop, yellow means slow down or pause, and green means go! Also my name is Edmund sire, if you wish to call me that.” “You are such a perfect boy,” the prince cooed much like a dove would. “And, Edmund the stable boy, do you have a safe word?” “Yes your excellency. It is 'Charizard'." "I shall endeavor to remember that," the prince replied. "Consent is something I strive for in every sexual encounter. Otherwise I could very well have accidentally triggered you!" After a moment in which they both considered the importance of consent, the prince laid Edmund down among the hay and finally undid the laces upon his trousers. His slightly smaller larger than average cock sprang up begging for attention. The prince freed his own well-endowed girthy length and rubbed it against Edmund’s to let the two of them get to know each other. “Why Edmund the stable boy, it would appear they like each other!” The prince exclaimed. It was true: their penises were wriggling and drooling in excitement. Edmund scooped some of their pre-ejaculate up with his fingers and licked. The taste was delectable. Like the finest candy, if candy was slightly bitter. So really, it was licorice (the real kind, not Twizzlers). Edmund whimpered. “Oh sheriff, please, free me from such exquisite torment!” The sheriff gets rougher with Edgar the outlaw, stroking the two of them easily with one of his big ol’ bear paw hands. Wait, what? When did a sheriff come in? Steve reread the page. Huh, Eddie must’ve gotten bored halfway through writing or something. He shrugged to himself and started jerking off again, this time picturing ass-less chaps and hats instead of robes and crowns: “Calm down little filly,” the sheriff says, slowing down. He smiles when Edgar whimpers and tries to rut against his large mitts. “Not that I’m misgenderin’ y’all, yer obviously a colt. This is jus’ foreplay for us Western folk.”

#i'm so mad that apparently steve actually DOES have larger hands than eddie now that i've checked #my joke has been ruined alas #wip weekend #tinawrites #eddierotica #puppy trio #mermay #steddie #stommie #stomeddie #buckingham #munver #tigerfreak

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