#wwworks

[sidebarre]

Something something Steve hyping himself up w Bonnie Tyler’s 1984 Holding Out For A Hero

[alternian-legal-advice]

What mAde yoUr nigHts terrIble?

people being cruel on the internet and a fewww hiccups wwwith mmmy job, nothing unusual

[lethargicaxiom]

test post

does this wwwork

[fivestxrmichelin]

i rrreally should hhave jjust ssstayed out of it. fffuck im so ssstupid... ttthe love of mmy life. ggone. i. i wwant to fffix it so bbbadly... i wwanna... i rrreally would ddo anything bbut... i. nnrvrr? cccan nevrr bbe ttogethef again? i um. okay. i rrreally. hhave to go bbut tthe sstress is mmaking mr frontstuck nnnow.

[penumbra-mayhem]

The Answer - Sam/Darlin’ fic

Darlin’ gives Sam their answer on whether or not they want to be a vampire.

(I hc Darlin’ with a stutter, more on that here)

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Sam had woken in the late evening, bed empty next to him from when Darlin’ had left for a gig hours before. Having no work that night, he carried through his “morning” routine in languor, record playing, windows open, coffee brewing.

He filled the time waiting for Darlin’s return researching new places to live. The new position Gabriela had offered him paid well, but certainly less than he made now. Once he officially left the Solaire House, they’d have to downsize considerably and possibly (he shuddered at the thought) move closer to the city.

Just after 1 am, Sam heard the rumble of Darlin’s bike as they pulled up to the house. Rising from his desk, he headed to the front door to greet them. They beat him to it, rushing inside as they yanked their gloves from their hands and shucked their jacket off.

“Hey,” Sam started, his voice quickly dying in his throat, “How was…work…”

Darlin’ was fumbling with the strap of their helmet, a weak whine leaking from their throat as they struggled. Sam closed the distance between them and grasped their hands, drawing them away from the strap and replacing them with his own.

He unclasped it and slid the helmet off, taking care to not catch it on any of their piercings, before placing it on the coat rack.

Sam could feel Darlin’s core whirring. “Rough gig?” he asked, wincing when Darlin’ actively avoided his gaze.

They gave a half-shrug, their voice feeble, “Something l-l-l-like tha-that.”

Then they were retreating towards the door, muttering before Sam could speak, “I-I-I’m going for-for a run.”

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The next few hours were…tense. Sam tried to keep up the house hunt, but found himself staring at an empty search bar until his eyes were strained and his head was buzzing.

He finished his coffee, refilled his mug, then downed it again. He cranked the volume up on his record player and kept the front door open so he could hear the music from the porch.

Nothing could calm his nerves. Not the music. Not the crickets and frogs. Not even the coffee. He sat on the top porch step, resigned to wait for Darlin’, unable to focus on anything else until he knew they were okay.

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Sam could smell them before he could see them; the wind carried their sharp, smoky scent through the trees. That alone helped to ease his anxiety a bit.

Soon after, Darlin’ stalked out of the surrounding forest, still in their shifted form. Tongue hanging from their open jaw, their breath came out in heavy pants as they made their way to the house.

He said nothing as they approached. Instead, he placed his mug down beside him and scanned their body from afar for any injuries they might have sustained on their run.

Claws clicked against wood as Darlin’ climbed the porch steps and heaved their head onto Sam’s lap. His hands untangled the wind from their fur with delicate fingers and careful strokes; the two stayed that way for a long time before Darlin’ shifted back.

They kept their head in Sam’s lap. They didn’t move at all.

Sam was about to break the silence when they finally found their voice.

“I-I can’t d-do it-it.”

Sam’s hands only halted in their hair for a moment before continuing. After they didn’t elaborate, he asked, “Do what?”

Darlin’ didn’t respond. Tracing his fingertips down their left arm, he brought their clenched fist to his lips before asking again, “Darlin’, what can’t you do?”

Darlin’ slowly pulled their hand out of Sam’s grasp, then raised their head from his lap. Making themself into a ball on the step, they continued to avoid Sam’s gaze, looking down at the steps before them instead. They took a trembling breath.

Then it came out, all at once, their voice thick with guilt:

“I-I’ve b-b-b-been thinking since y-you asked mmmme—and-and then t-t-t-today sssomeone mmmade a-a joke at-at wwwork about mmme t-turning. They d-didn’t even knnnnow you asked b-but it-it just…I…I-I can’t t-t-turn. I’m sorry.”

Sam’s stomach turned.

“It’s nnnot b-b-because I-I don’t wwwant t-to b-be wwwwith you. I-I p-p-promise. I’ve just wwworked so-so hard to get wwwwwhere I-I am wwwith the p-pack and wwwith mmmy own wwwwolf, and I-I don’t wwwant to l-lose that—b-but I-I don’t wwwant to l-lose you either…I-I’m ssso sorry.”

There it was again, that apology. It made Sam’s stomach sour.

Darlin’ looked scared shitless. They stayed completely still as Sam scooted closer to them and wrapped his arms around their tightened frame. Even when he pulled them into his chest, even when he kissed the top of their head and ran his fingers through their hair, they didn’t move. All their movement was centered in their chest, their heart a flurry of palpitations.

“You have nothin’ to apologize for, love. Absolutely nothin’,” he promised, kissing their head once again, “I’m so glad you told me. I’m so…” He took a moment to steady himself as the tears pooling in his eyes threatened to crack his voice. “I’m so proud of you.”

Darlin’ pulled back in confusion, asking, “P-Proud?” They blanched at the sight of Sam’s glassy eyes. “Y-You’re crying.”

“Happy tears, darlin’,” he assured them as said tears began to slide down his cheeks. Despite the fear and uncertainty of how Sam really felt lodged in their chest, Darlin’ couldn’t help but reach out to brush the tears away. Sam leaned into their touch instinctively, pressing his cheek and then his lips into their palm.

“I’m proud that you told me,” he explained, his voice muffled by their hand. As he moved closer, they dropped their hand. Sam let them, holding their gaze whenever their flitting eyes met his.

“I know that must have been scary—terrifyin’, really, if it felt anythin’ like it did for me when I asked you about turnin’. So yes, I’m proud that you told me.”

He grasped Darlin’s hands. As more tears appeared, their paths were pulled into the lines of his beaming smile. “I’m proud that you made the choice you wanted, not what you thought I wanted. And I’m so happy you get to make that choice. That you get to decide whether you turn or not. That’s why I asked in the first place. To let you know that it was your decision. No one else’s.”

“You’re nnnot disap-p-pointed?”

Sam pulled them into his arms once more, kissing their lips before answering, “Never. I’m not disappointed. I don’t feel betrayed. There is only pride and love in my heart for you.”

“I-I’m gonna grow old,” they admitted, their arms tight around his torso.

“Yes. And what a beautiful thing.”

“…b-but you wwwon’t.”

Sam frowned. “Maybe not physically. But in spirit? In the ways that matter? We’ll grow old together.”

Darlin’ kissed his shoulder before pulling their head back and meeting Sam’s gaze, a delicate smile on their lips.

“I-I’d l-l-like that.”

[emiplayzmc]

Wwworking on another thingggg

[lethargicaxiom]

mmme x you fic 10,000 wwwords slowww burn flush demmmirommmance "i could fix themmm" fic

🧵OF COURSE the RPF writer making culling edits about MINORS also says slurs 🤮🤮🤮

[moe-broey]

"I took the medicine / But the pills won't work / The pills they don't do anything / But rearrange all the littlest things" Actually exclusively refers to the time Moe was put on Lexapro, which technically """wwworked...""" (HEAVY AIR QUOTES) but simultaneously entirely killed off its sex drive. Which had an effect not dissimilar to the concept of Quil, wherein one takes both DayQuil AND NyQuil to achieve. Quil.

[briefoxx]

i can rut a fox girl into your mattress, its just gonna have to be you

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫mgnfnnfng tt-tyhat we would wwwork msngnfnanngngndn 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[bites-and-crunches]

Ppplsss.. need supply... can't wwwork.... pplllsss....

[lethargicaxiom]

crab pot

crab bed

cat that has a crab on it

book on crabs

crab bracelet

crab necklace

crab ring

crab pocket wwwatch

crab timmme

Whats a good gift for a mat3sprit that yo>r3 li<ing with?

[alternian-legal-advice]

<3< d0 y0u th1nk a n0n-jade c0uld z0meh0w be all0wed t0 w0rk 1n the br0od1ng cavernz? Azk1ng f0r a hatefr1end.

there is sommme legal precedent for non-jades wwworking in brooding cavvverns, but it usually has a lot of paperwwwork associated. also if you're thinking of wwworking with the grubs or the MMMother grub herself, fuckin forget it. but it depends on caste. teals havvve been knowwwn to wwwork there to handle paperwwwork relating to mmmutations and culling stats, bronzes can be useful wwwhen trying to reign in lusii, and purples can sommmetimmmes be allowwwed to use chucklevvvoodoos to calmmm particularly rowwwdy sets of wwwrigglers. there's a lot of vvvariance though.

[infinitydusk2]

“ Nevermind. It’s not wwworking again anywa-a-way.”

“ Tell your roommate to stop being cheap if she’s going to sp-sp-spy on people again.”

[parmaviolets]

the only other thing i managed to generate in my mind palace about this au is wraith following vanessa around the pizzeria like "bro come on you cant just walk in that's trespassing! obviously I'm not trespassing though because, I uh.. wwwork..... here...?"

long awaited crossover au fr my spiderverse mutuals

[fredrikscheike]

I'm not saying it was the aliens, but it was definitely the aliens. #aliens👽 #justjoshing #butreallythough . . . . . . #worldheritage #worldhistory #wwworks #www #nightlights #nightly #nightlywalk #walklikeus #walkswithmydog #dontworrydarling #dogslife #theshitiveseen #photosarenotdead #photosareforever #thepogues #mfa #theaudacity #thetruthisoutthere (på/i Madrid, Spain) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmdo_DQIBMO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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