Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Thank you for the tag, my child @clownery-and-fuckery
Okay… uhh…
TBB fic 9 - Omegaverse
TBB Fic 18
“Ugh- Oh, Vod’ika. You’re too young.” He gagged, taking the other cup away from Crosshair, 
TBB Fic 17
It had been a simple objective. Lift up the box, take a maximum of 7 steps outside, place the box down, then walk back inside, and return to datapad and ice-pack.
TBB Fic 16
Crosshair got up, grabbing two sticks of remarkably similar features. He walked over to his twin that sat away from the others staring into the flame.
“Come on. Let’s do this.”
TBB Fic 24
“Because Echo wants to get closer with Clone Force 99- and we support our vods.” Rex stated, a smug grin plastered all across his face.
These are the actual titles so ofc I had to do a bit from each
Also all of these are sfw
NPT:
What if I…
@clownery-and-fuckery HAHA AGAIN
@gentle-hero-blog
@mx-jester
@merlinfromberlin
Okay shit…
Ya know what?
I’m leaving it.
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I went a little bit feral the other day for Rinda, my dwarven paladin of Bahamut, and her wife Talet, an almost-entirely nonverbal werewolf with a lot of trauma and an incredibly tender heart.
They met in the field--Talet was “undercover” at the time, holding a human form for her own safety so as not to be killed as a monster. Rinda caught her in wolf form after an injury, helped to heal her, said nothing, and kept her secret; Talet later willingly revealed what she very much considers her true form in order to guide Rinda’s squadron across enemy territory, and they were inseparable ever since.
And a little bit insufferable, not gonna lie. They are like, obnoxiously in love.
However, Talet--who bears mental and emotional scars from those long years spent in constant terror of discovery--has since retired from adventuring. While she’s a highly capable rogue in her own right, her ability to be a deadly shadow in the night does not equal a desire. While Rinda serves her order out in the world, Talet stays home with their steadily increasing number of adopted children.
Which isn’t to say that Rinda doesn’t miss her, and their kids, like a knife in her heart every day she spends away from them.
For Talet’s safety, Rinda doesn’t keep pictures of her--werewolves are, in most parts of the world, regarded as monsters to be hunted. And she won’t insult Talet’s identity, or disrespect her trauma, by keeping pictures of a generically pretty human woman who is not her wife.
What she does keep is the cloak Talet made for her.
To those precious few who are trusted enough to know about Talet, the significance of the white wolf’s pelt is obvious. To anyone else, it’s just a very pretty and charmingly practical cold-weather cloak.
(Yes, obviously Rinda's divine celestial soulbonded god-steed is a mule, what do you take me for? someone who DOESN’T put mules in any d&d campaign I can get my gay little hands on?)
In their softest, most sincerely intimate moments, Rinda’s pet name for Talet is to, very simply, call her “wolf”. This sometimes seems callous or dismissive to those who haven’t been around them much--but they spent months together, at first, with Rinda as her secret-keeper and Talet forced to hide in a skin she hated, a form that hadn’t been “her” since she was twelve, in order to survive.
(I’m SO proud of what I was able to do with the expressions and posing here. Look at them!!! Tenderness! Gentle adoration! True love! Etcetera!)
Between the two of them, that quiet acknowledgement wasn’t just a source of affirmation and intense relief--it meant “I see you,” it meant “I do not find your true form monstrous or repulsive and my kindness to you is not offered ‘in spite of’ it,” it meant “I wish the world was kinder”.
Rinda was the kindest, and safest, woman that Talet had ever met. And Rinda thought this “dark, sly, untrustworthy” rogue serving as an adventurer despite facing death if exposed, risking her life for people who would kill her if she slipped up, was the most breathtakingly courageous woman in the world.
Talet deserves her knight in shining armor. And Rinda deserves every ounce of the raw love she’s earned from the massive, gravel-voiced, glowing-eyed nightmare creature she wistfully calls the most beautiful woman in the world.
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at first i was annoyed about going through all of my blogs and block/reporting spam bots every single godforsaken day, but now i’ve come to accept it. it’s like a little morning routine. brush teeth, get dressed, have a url with a gibberish title force me to witness videos of someone getting raw backshots as i scramble to hit the report button. how therapeutic.
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so fucking sick of all of the porn bots
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face of a man who has known sorrow
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