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hughes lake house is entering some sort of jackson wang party style mythology within hrpf

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wip wednesday thanks @leafcabbage for the tag !!

snippet from my latest wip (also my oldest wip) below the cut (what if scrawny little hockey player was a vampire) (2325) (blood mention)

And then, a few moments later, Jonathan laps up a last trickle of blood from the side of Elias’ wrist. There’s a crusted spot of blood on his chin; he must feel it, scrubbing at it with his thumb before looking up at Elias.

Jonathan makes a lot of expressions, but Elias is pretty sure he’s never seen this one before. It’s plain and open, Jonathan’s eyes wide and half-glazed over, and he’s looking up at Elias like —

“Are you done?” Elias asks, and then thinks better of how it sounds. “I mean, did you have enough?”

The barest hint of a smile pulls at the corner of Jonathan’s mouth. “Yeah,” he says, the words curling thick and viscous around his fangs. “I’m okay for now. Thank you for taking care of me.”

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i dont know who to tag for this so if anyone sees this and wants to do it consider yourself tagged !

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Ok maybe i like writing

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I think about this video literally all the time. The face Pelli makes at the start, his immediate offense to Brandy's answer, the way Brandy goes "oh" after Pelli says he's lived with him too long...

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woa wip wednesday be upon ye thank you @leafcabbage for the tag !!!!

it was between the roadtrip fic and this one and the people asked for porn so have the 4390 fic ive been slowly working on

Quinn pulled his thumb from Victor's mouth and moved his hand down to hook it at the front of the collar that sat snug around his neck, "My good boy." There was no doubt about it as big eyes filled with unshed tears, "Do you want it?" Victor looked hesitant to reply at first. He let out a small hum as Quinn stroked a finger along his neck, "Let me suck you off first?" Quinn grinned as his hands moved to grip Victor's jaw, "Alright," The bed squeaks lightly as Quinn sits on the edge, "Get to work." Victor shoves himself between Quinn's legs quickly, hands fumbling as he moves to unzip his pants. With the fly open, he mouths at his underwear, drool smearing over his chin. He lacks patience however, as he moves to free Quinn's dick. It's only about half-hard, though stiffening up as Victor quickly swallows it down. A hand tugs on the curls at the top of his head, holding him down against Quinn's groin. A choked noise escapes him as Victor's own hands scramble for purchase before eventually falling limp to his sides. Quinn let out a small grunt as he pulls back, letting him take a quick breath, before fucking back down his throat. It continues like that. Victor feeling tears fall down his cheeks as he gags and chokes while Quinn groans above him, fucking his mouth like it's the last thing he'll ever do.

and this dies with me cause i never know who to tag 🐻

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hey for wip wednesday do yall want porn or. not porn. answer now on your device

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I need to write someone crashing the fuck out again before I go out with my sisters tonight

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WIP WEDNESDAY TAGGED BY @bidoofenergy THANK YOUUUUU

from the 4344 muppet au WIP that i have been slowly and steadily fighting through

Kiefer opened the passenger side door for him, then stepped back to let Quinn get in. He briefly considered the distance between the ground and the floor of the car, and decided it wasn’t as bad as some (cough, Mysie’s Truck, cough) and probably doable enough. He got his foot up, though it was a stretch, and put a hand on the passenger’s seat to steady himself as he attempted to climb in. Unfortunately, his hands being as fabric as the rest of him, there wasn’t much in the way of grip, and when he couldn’t get his balance it just slid right off the smooth leather seat, providing no help in keeping him from falling backward. He was saved from the embarrassment of falling on his ass while trying to simply get into a car by Kiefer, who caught him easily, hands warm and firm on his sides, easily lifting him the rest of the way into the seat.

THANKS FOR THE TAG!!!! im gonna tag (no pressure!!!) @aatuism @canuckingaround and @midnight-surgery

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go my abbys love drabble

"I love you." Karly mumbles against Aatu's knuckles. His eyes are blurry with sleep as Aatu just smiles and combs fingers through his hair. The movie's volume has been lowered enough where it's hardly a whisper brushing against their ears.

"I love you." Aatu gasps into Victor's ear, breath heavy and stuttered. Victor whines and arches his back more, hands reaching out to make contact with Aatu's arms. A soft laugh escapes them both as he nearly falls against Victor, balance stumbling in the haste to get closer. It's worth to see his smile.

"I love you!" Victor shouts as Ty jumps into his arms. He stumbles backwards, back hitting his stall and them both nearly going down in a heap of limbs. The laughter is contagious as they hear the chuckles from around them. Victor buries his face in Ty's curls, arms holding a little tighter. It feels like home.

"I love you…" Ty whispers to Bainsy. Arshdeep sighs and presses their foreheads together, hands linking under the lowlight of the plane. He looks like he's about to say something before his mouth closes, bringing Ty closer into a hug. It can wait.

"Y'know I love you." Bainsy says casually to Arty. He bumps their shoulders together, gear causing a soft thud in doing so. Arty rolls his eyes, bumping back before settling down in his stall. The warm feeling that spreads over his chest stays, and by Arshdeep's smirk, he knows he knows too.

"I love you." Artūrs tells Christian as they celebrate the latest win. The others have already done their goalie bonks as it forces itself out of his chest and mouth. He watches as Wolly's eyes widen before a large smile breaks out and he's pulled into a bear hug. They rock slightly on the ice as his head is cradled gently against his chest. Even if it's a little uncomfortable.

"I love you." Wolly confesses to Chase. The only light is the moon that streaks through the window, barely illuminating the two. Chase's shoulder sag, tension leaking out like a flat tire. There's more to be said, to be talked about. He knows he can't avoid it for much longer, but it was all still so new. Though he knows he can be a good leader too.

"I love you!" Chase screams towards the sea of fans. His whole body is covered by the others, surrounded by those he loves and who love him and each other back. It's loud and joyous and the tears that make their way onto the ice aren't uncommon. Warmth blooms from within and he can't help but yell once more, voice mixing with the crowd.

"We love you too!" The fans scream back.

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Audgh this isn't a new snippet im just thinking about art

So like I write mostly whatever the fuck I wanna see in the world yea? I've been a writer for over a decade now with both original and fan works and looking back on my old stuff i can see where I've gotten better and improved. Also struggled a looot in terms of finding actual worth in my writing for a bit. Been getting better but with a lot of fandoms I would create for, written works were passed off as usually lesser than actual drawn art pieces (which is fucking crazy btw) but I won't lie it affected my desire to write pretty badly.

I mostly write for myself but I also write to make people feel things and to inspire to create something too like I was by the things around me. And writing for myself is good n all but for a long while it felt like I was pumping out works for people who didn't care and generally fell into not wanting to make anything after October of last year.

That being said holy shit has hockey (and sports in general) really changed that. I've done things I've never done before (web weaves n edits) and have gotten back into writing poetry and honestly writing in general. Creating art is something I've always had a weird relationship with due to being a writer and not someone who draws but its been really fun being able to do something new.

I was terrified posting my first fic mostly cause I was in awe of everything everyone had already created. Getting the reception i did was fucking crazy and kind of nothing I've ever experienced before and im still riding that high lowkey.

All this to say im really glad people like my stuff. Even if its just a little bit. I think everyone should go out and make things and I hope art stays forever and ever

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Let it be known when i talk about the greater abbotsford polycule I fully mean all of them are romantically involved with each other. Theres something going on everywhere with those with eyes to see

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go my abbys love drabble

"I love you." Karly mumbles against Aatu's knuckles. His eyes are blurry with sleep as Aatu just smiles and combs fingers through his hair. The movie's volume has been lowered enough where it's hardly a whisper brushing against their ears.

"I love you." Aatu gasps into Victor's ear, breath heavy and stuttered. Victor whines and arches his back more, hands reaching out to make contact with Aatu's arms. A soft laugh escapes them both as he nearly falls against Victor, balance stumbling in the haste to get closer. It's worth to see his smile.

"I love you!" Victor shouts as Ty jumps into his arms. He stumbles backwards, back hitting his stall and them both nearly going down in a heap of limbs. The laughter is contagious as they hear the chuckles from around them. Victor buries his face in Ty's curls, arms holding a little tighter. It feels like home.

"I love you…" Ty whispers to Bainsy. Arshdeep sighs and presses their foreheads together, hands linking under the lowlight of the plane. He looks like he's about to say something before his mouth closes, bringing Ty closer into a hug. It can wait.

"Y'know I love you." Bainsy says casually to Arty. He bumps their shoulders together, gear causing a soft thud in doing so. Arty rolls his eyes, bumping back before settling down in his stall. The warm feeling that spreads over his chest stays, and by Arshdeep's smirk, he knows he knows too.

"I love you." Artūrs tells Christian as they celebrate the latest win. The others have already done their goalie bonks as it forces itself out of his chest and mouth. He watches as Wolly's eyes widen before a large smile breaks out and he's pulled into a bear hug. They rock slightly on the ice as his head is cradled gently against his chest. Even if it's a little uncomfortable.

"I love you." Wolly confesses to Chase. The only light is the moon that streaks through the window, barely illuminating the two. Chase's shoulder sag, tension leaking out like a flat tire. There's more to be said, to be talked about. He knows he can't avoid it for much longer, but it was all still so new. Though he knows he can be a good leader too.

"I love you!" Chase screams towards the sea of fans. His whole body is covered by the others, surrounded by those he loves and who love him and each other back. It's loud and joyous and the tears that make their way onto the ice aren't uncommon. Warmth blooms from within and he can't help but yell once more, voice mixing with the crowd.

"We love you too!" The fans scream back.

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falling back on ol reliable (silly drabbles about love)

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figured it out

keeping my writing every day streak going but god it feels like writing is so hard rn aughfhg

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keeping my writing every day streak going but god it feels like writing is so hard rn aughfhg

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better find a mop 🚌

jonathan lekkerimäki/joe arntsen, E, 2.8k, bj on the bus, complicated feelings, implied 2325

Lekki's squirming in the seat next to him, alternating between complaining that he's too hot and too cold. It's too dark to see him clearly, but Joe knows that he's pink, sweaty and sticky. (Lekki's a cute drunk. Joe loves it.)

these two have a little something something going on huh. well i wrote fic about it. bcos we won the calder cup baybeeeeeeeeee

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I. Um. Yeah