#I cannot promise I will write all this

[wordsandrobots]

So the problem with my brain's capacity to plan stories is that it doesn't know when to stop.

Because here I am, 6000 words into writing the final part of Wishing on Space Hardware, which is essentially a superfluous coda to make up the numbers and tie off a few loose emotional strands from the main plot, and of course I'm already thinking about the other Iron-Blooded Orphans stories I'd like to write. Indeed, some of them I have already started, because of course I have.

Now, to be fair, most of those ideas are slash. Smutty slash too. Did you know writing sex scenes triggers the same 'choreography goes brr' synapses as writing fight scenes? I didn't until a couple of years ago and now here we are, with at least two collections of explicit short stories in the offing.

First up is Sympathy and Other Mistakes, which I would already call done if not for the inexplicable urge to add more chapters to it. This is the one that I previously mentioned goes well to Great Night by NEEDTOBREATHE and is for the . . . let's call it 'crack-ship taken seriously' that I'm still not sure I want to publish anything for. I'm fairly nonplussed by moral-purity hand-wringing over age gaps and so forth, and firmly of the belief that getting laid is the least problematic thing anyone in Tekkadan has ever done, but it's a pairing that essentially requires the entirety of Wishing on Space Hardware to have happened to work. So, about a decade of character development beyond the show, which probably narrows the audience past the initial 'wait, what' filter. Thing is, it's an interesting pairing that I think actually works incredibly well with established canon. A thoroughly unromantic thing that swerves from dubcon to somewhere that's honestly kind of sweet, rooted in a search for redemption both characters know is ultimately hopeless. So . . . yeah. We'll see.

Second is the one I suspect would be most popular, You, Me and Everyone Else, which is the logical extension of deciding Shino and Yamagi are poly i.e., how much of the rest of the cast can I ship them with?

Technically, I suppose the bit I've written most of already isn't actually that premise at all but rather them unlocking the most blindingly obvious kinks imaginable. Still, it's fun and should be interesting when placed alongside the other ideas I've got planned. To whit:

Yamagi/Shino/Eugene/Sri (OC) -- The poly relationship I've been building throughout WoSH, in a situation I can't discuss yet

Yamagi/Chad/Shino -- Because I'm curious if I can make that work. If you've been following along so far, you'll have noted the emotional heft in the Yamagi/Shino/Eugene relationship is skewed such that Shino/Eugene is more intense than Yamagi/Eugene. I kind of want to play with that in the other direction, by giving Yamagi a partner he's more strongly attracted to than Shino is. Also I want Chad to have nice things.

598/Yamagi/Shino -- Look. My perfect gremlin child managed to squeak out of that game in one piece and so I get to imagine him grown up and happy, OK? And by grown up I mean roughly barrel-shaped and capable of out-wrestling Shino, and by happy I mean slightly drunk and blurting out “You're really pretty" at Yamagi in the middle of swapping 'holy shit, you're not dead' stories. It'll be fine.

(Chapter titles are already themed: Fantasia for Chains, [REDACTED], Variation on a Theme, and Guest Soloist. Because yes.)

Beyond that, I suppose technically that idea of cadet!Cyclase trying to come on to young officer!McGillis is also slash but I don't believe it would actually go anywhere per se. More that McGillis would take one look at Cyclase and go 'not today, thank you', and Cyclase would get to a point in the conversation and come to the realisation that killing McGillis wouldn't achieve much. I don't know. I'm intrigued by the idea of McGillis accidentally prompting Cyclase off the path of vengeance and on to the path of whatever-the-fuck he was trying to achieve in Urdr Hunt, and there is the challenge of actually writing the bastard's POV (I scrupulously avoided writing either McGillis or Orga's perspective in WoSH).

Oh, speaking of POVs, I was considering doing something with the Venus gang as the other side to Eugene Sevenstark and the Hesperus Treasure, but the idea's not really stuck past how the Urdr Hunt plot wound up going. Maybe if the theatrical presentation version gives me more food for thought? (I am crossing everything that they don't pull a diablous ex machina on us and kill anyone else; I already wrote 598 a cameo in the fic I'm posting at the moment, damnit.)

And then, well. Then there's the actual . . . calling it a sequel to WoSH would be a stretch. It's set another ten years on in the same version of events, but it's very much detached from WoSH's plot and would be my attempt to do a 'what if Akatsuki grew up and starred in a Gundam show' story. The short answer is that he's the most throw-himself-on-the-wire pacifist you could hope to meet and he's gone and got himself caught up in a big mess involving interplanetary medical testing, pirates, and the IBO equivalent of the Gundam Fight because mobile suit battles for sport and the Jupiter equivalent of Las Vegas feels like a fun setting to explore. He'd be a dutagonist alongside a female Gundam pilot who I know lots about but don't have a name for yet. And the story would also feature me performing an act of character necromancy so devilish, you'll probably curse me for it. Because I worked out how I could pull it off and now I think I've got to. Overall this would very much be a one-and-done thing. I'm thinking like Narrative is to Unicorn: a story technically following on and handling some of the same themes but with much punchier pacing and an entirely new cast. No idea when I'd get to it and I don't expect it'll have as much traction as WoSH on account of largely being OC-focused, but I think it could be fun.

OK. There we go. Those are the currently-percolating ideas. I will answer questions on them if you have any but this is mainly just me jotting them down in the hopes that if I just focus on these, I won't spontaneously generate more.

*laughs hysterically*

Yeah, we all know it doesn't work like that. But I tried, damnit!

[damian-lil-babybat]

'Dead Poets Society' gang

Headcanon that these four drop poetry and literature quotes on their conversations unprompted.

Jason 'English-major-I-only-visit-the-manor-for-the-library' Todd-Wayne

Damian 'I-master-liberal-arts-unlike-you-plebs-PHD-holder' al Ghul-Wayne

Cassandra 'I-learn-English-thru-Shakespeare-as-god-intended' Cain-Wayne

Duke 'only-title-holder-of-vigilante-poet-and-will-cuss-you-just-as-poetically' Thomas-(future) Wayne

[thegeminisage]

aphobia vs slut shaming and they've been doing it like this all their lives

[maryymaruu]

Okay I'm going to need to find the tumblr account of the author of Ragequit logs fanfic because what the hell kind of dark magic did they use- I developed a new laughter, that specifically manifests ONLY when I'm reading the fanfic-???! 😂

I don't snort when I laugh-!! I NEVER DID! BUT without fail, every time I read the fanfic I laugh and chuckle and giggle and SNORT like a big ahh dork- 😂😂💦💦

For real, it's so nicely written, i can't stop smiling and snort-laughing, oh my gawd. It's so good to see all four of these dorks being so... okay! Not in pain! Not in anguish! They're okay and they're in contact!! Oh the sweet honey for my heart.

I love the personalities the four of them display in this fanfic, they're very enjoyable. Pebbles is really cute, harsh in the tongue but soft at the heart- Moon is a lot more pro-active here and we get to see how she indeed is overprotective of her little brother. Suns is so adorable and shy!! And oh boi, NSH my favorite- the "obnoxious, ALWAYS happy" friend- I feel like there is a big hurt he's keeping secret from everyone and gosh do I hope Pebbles gets to pry it out of him. Go heal each other, you fools (affectionately)

[hayffiebird]

What the SOTR book looks like when you're also a fanfic writer.

[altschmerzes]

im a really simple guy you hand me a character who has been profoundly affected by childhood abuse and i will be immediately insane about them forever and that is why trinity santos has struck me with one of the worst cases of rapid-onset blorbitis that i have experienced in a WHILE.

[non-un-topo]

No work just writing todayy...

[doctorweebmd]

today was the first edit of the 'atsushi mourns akutagawa' fic that didn't leave me wanting to rip my hair and stick a fork into an electric socket. so. progress.

[altarfates]

😔

[mvpanda1]

34. things you whispered in my ear - jack/liam

From Here! OPEN FOR BUSINESS Your Body Is A Wonderland (1914 words) by stealmysunshine Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jack Doohan/Liam Lawson Characters: Liam Lawson, Jack Doohan Additional Tags: Smut, A/B/O, Mpreg, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Self-Lubrication, self-lubricating booty hole, Fluff and Smut, basically liam is kinda dumb and jack is horny for him Summary: “I could smell you the whole way up the paddock.” Jack punctuates each word with a soft kiss, trailing his nose along the inside of Liam’s thigh. He inhales deeply at his femoral artery, senses drenched in the sweet flavor of honey and lemon. or Liam smells amazing and Jack wants him badly.

[billdenbrough]

fem kevaaron, 790w, for @naturecalls111, inspired by this sketch mina and i stayed up way too late bc of reasons that were mostly my fault, so i wrote this for her the morning of our suffering as a virtual coffee substitute. wasn't originally planning to share it anywhere except just to her but we kept talking about it & now the doc has spiralled beyond its original purpose so i figured, ok, i could share the original scene. kevin is down horrendous

There’s a box of Frosted Flakes in the upper corner of the kitchen shelf.

Kevin knows this, because she put them there.

She’d done it with altruistic motives in mind—saving the twins from a life of cavity and sugar-induced stamina failures on the court (extremely embarrassing, mostly for Kevin, but probably them too)—but she’s having a hard time remembering that now.

Aaron got out of the shower about fifteen minutes ago, see. Her hair had been wrapped up in a loose twist of her towel, but her cereal-obtaining endeavours had involved some attempts at jumping—Kevin had paused in drinking her smoothie for a longer moment than she’s proud to think about—and now it’s half-fallen out. Aaron pays no notice. She has her hands on her hips, and she’s scowling up at the shelf.

“Fucking Nicky,” she mutters, which—Kevin can’t decide if she’s pleased to be spared Aaron’s wrath, or if she’s dismayed that Aaron thinks there’s a universe where Kevin and Nicky have interchangeable actions.

Her hair is making the shoulders of her shirt damp. It’s a loose, worn thing, so thin at some parts of the chest that it feels indecent to look. (Kevin still does, of course. She’s not in the habit of denying herself the things she wants.) There’s a discoloured album cover on the front: a bared throat, a naked collarbone, and a band name hidden by the way Aaron has it half-tucked into her shorts, but Kevin knows from prior observation is semi-faded anyway.

Aaron turns around, and for a moment, Kevin thinks she’s going to ask for assistance. She’s still deciding what she’ll say—her rational brain’s firm absolutely not warring with her appalling animal instinct’s drawling what’ll you give me if I do?—when she realises Aaron is planting her palms flat on the counter behind her. She bends her knees, as if to launch herself up. Okay, no.

Kevin moves quickly, slipping off her barstool and making her way around the kitchen island to stand next to Aaron, too close for Aaron to continue her action without knocking into Kevin.

“You could just ask for help,” Kevin says. She’s kind of looming over Aaron like this. It’s not a new sensation, but it kickstarts something in her chest every time.

Aaron glares up at her. “You could have offered,” she points out, which is true. Kevin’s been keeping her gaze fixed on Aaron’s face so she doesn’t get too obviously distracted by the swell of Aaron’s tits through the (genuinely loosest possible, Kevin is just a fucking degenerate, probably) fabric of her shirt, but it’s kind of backfiring now. The way Aaron looks, glaring up at Kevin, is just as hard to look away from. She’s close enough that Kevin can see her eyelashes, even as light as they are.

Kevin clears her throat. “That’s too close to an endorsement of your terrible dietary choices,” she says.

“Oh my god,” Aaron mutters. She’s relaxed her grip on the counter now, just leaning against it. The position has her arm resting lightly against Kevin’s stomach. It’s a searing heat through Kevin’s gym tank. “Then stop complaining and let me get it myself,” Aaron says, shifting a little to re-balance her hands on the counter. Her chest heaves with the movement, and Kevin’s eyes follow the motion, unbidden.

It’s that, more than anything, that makes Kevin swallow a sigh and say, “Fine.” Aaron glances at her before she can get her gaze away completely, but she hopes it’s a blink and you’ll miss it kind of thing, not the pathetically obvious ogling that Neil accused her of last week in the world’s worst whisper after Kevin’s eyes strayed over to the backliners’ section of practice, where Aaron was trash-talking Nicky with a sharp grin while Nicky tried to step on her heels.

Kevin reaches up to the shelf, stretching a little for the box. She’d pushed it towards the back of the shelf, hoping the extra effort required would deter Nicky too, so now she has to twist a little to get her arm far enough in. She huffs as she manages to close her fingers around it, pulling it down.

“Here,” she says, turning to Aaron, who’s suspiciously quiet. She’s not looking at Kevin, exactly; more like she’s looking to the left of her, eyes firmly fixed.

“Thanks,” Aaron says, grabbing the box. She glances up at Kevin. Her cheeks are a little pink. There’s a slight scrunch to her nose, like she wants to say something, but she doesn’t, just steps back.

Kevin nods, then realises her shirt’s ridden up a bit. She absentmindedly adjusts it.

There’s a small noise, like a swallow, but when Kevin looks up, Aaron is nowhere to be found.

[number1villainstan]

"You look like shit."

"Thank you, Yuna, I really needed to hear that. Why are you here exactly?"

"For Eri."

"You want her back? I thought you were done with her."

"Done with her? She's my kid."

"Yeah, your kid who killed your husband so you didn't want her anymore. I know how this works."

"Well clearly you don't, because what the fuck, Chisaki. You think I'm going to abandon my kid?"

"You already did abandon your kid. And then Pops gave her to me because he couldn't be arsed to take care of her either."

"Do you want me to take her back or not?"

"By all means, take her! I am not equipped to take care of a child! I'm just saying, you are not as innocent here as you want to pretend!"

"I'm not pretending anything! I don't care about how innocent I am! I just want my kid back! Fuck off!"

"Fine! Whatever! I'll go get her, just--"

"Absolutely not, I'm coming with you."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm coming with you, idiot. What, are you deaf now? I want to see my kid! And make sure she isn't missing any limbs!"

"Do you think I'd let her arm get chopped off? I'm not that negligent--"

"Maybe you are though! You said yourself that you're not equipped to take care of a kid! How am I supposed to know that she doesn't have a broken leg or something--"

"She's right here, you two. Quit arguing."

[Silence.]

"...hi, Hari."

"Hello, Kurono."

"Mama?"

"Hey, Eri baby. Are you alright? ...is that an alligator plushie?"

"'s a caiman. Nemoto gave it to me."

"I told you she was fine, Yuna."

"Shut up, Kai."

"In any case, if Eri's leaving, we should help her pack up her stuff. Kai, would you help me out?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Just--Yuna, can you tell the oyaji about this?"

"Why can't you?"

"Because he'll think I'm lying and I dumped her out on the street or something. He trusts you. He doesn't trust me."

"He doesn't trust me."

"He trusts you more than he trusts me."

"That's ridiculous. You tell him."

"You tell him."

"No, you tell him."

"You tell him."

"You both tell him."

"But Hari--"

"Both of you tell him. Now, Eri, are you ready to go?"

"Can I say goodbye to Nemoto first?"

"Sure, I'll go find him. And then we'll grab your stuff and hand you over. Kai, Yuna, you two go tell the oyaji, I'll take care of Eri. Seriously, you two are worse than Nemoto and I--"

"Hari--"

"GO."

"Fine."

"...fine."

[spidrboots]

xxx.

[retiredteabag]

Heyoo, I'm simply and utterly in love with your jjk smau!! I was wondering if I could make a request for one, like let's say the reader is moving out of her apartment or something, to a house and the jjk men didn't want to help or were a little busy, and the reader does ai or Photoshops a picture of her with some guys helping her move, and the jjk men get jealous or something along those lines and are quick to come over and help?

Sorry this is so late guys! This is tomorrow’s smau but I made it less intentional. Thank you for requesting

[6okuto-moved]

aww im a little sad ur archiving bc u r one of my favvv writers on here i lovelove ur work sm!! obvi if its whats right for u then i support 100% but that being said thanks so much for all uve done <3333

🥹☹️🥹☹️ THANK U FRIEND.. this is so sweet.. goh... Means the world 2 Me. ☹️🩷🩷

i'll probably be back by the end of the year to be honest !! i think i just need a fresh start... if you see a new blog in the tags who likes akaashi and joke bear. um. hey. fair warning it probably won't be a Writing Blog TM but. i'll be there.! if u like me for my whimsy and heart i guess.. shrug emoji.... (silly) (not at all offended if u don't follow me there LMAO)

[cigarette-room]

I was afraid for a long time to admit it but ur life INDEED gets so much better without disgusting ppl in it