#My reclamation AU

[5-7-9]

Felt rude to post this on someone else’s reblog so I’m just making my own post.

So in my Reclamation AU i’ve planned out the rumors for the Brucie Wayne playboy, obviously it’s to conceal his Batman identity. So Bruce came back to Gotham after being declared missing and basically legally dead which the cover for that was overseas trip, everyone (socialites) jumped onto wild conclusions because humans fill in the gaps of the unknown. Most people took Brucie’s playboy nature at face value but others noticed Brucie’s lack of attachment to women (he did that on purpose); leading to the frequent rumor that Brucie is gay and is only pretending to be straight. Other rumors believe Brucie is covering up shady business but since there’s no proof the gay rumor is Brucie’s ally!

[onboardsorasora]

Hi Welcome!

Maxiel Masterlist 2 - Overflow lol

My Dewis and OT3 stories are on Masterlist 2

My Ao3: Quesorasora

Here are ALLLL my current Maxiel stories :)

Just Let Me Adore You - Rated explicit.

Summary:

It was dumb, honestly, laughable how little he had to go on. But if anyone was gonna get Red Bull’s man, it was Max.

Or;

Daniel Ricciardo was wanted by two organizations, Max’s job was to find him. Falling in love wasn’t a part of the plan.

Writing Prompt - Kissing Scars Coda - Rated Explicit

Sequel is up!

let me wrap my teeth around the world - Rated explicit

Summary:

“I thought you were staying out?” A voice accused.

“You shouldn’t be calling me Charles.” replied Daniel

“You promised me you wouldn’t do anything stupid!”

“And I didn’t!”

“Then why are Renault publicly calling for your head?”

or;

Red Bull got what they wanted and Max got his man…sorta. All they have to do is go to the FIA and everyone's happy. Simple.

Right?

Adore You Coda

Wreck Me - Rated Mature

Started as a Tumblr ficlet. Summary:

Honestly, Daniel had many dumb ideas before. Ideas that led to the police being called, ideas that lead to waking up in somewhere unknown to him, sometimes naked.

This might not be the worst idea but emotionally it felt like it. He hadn't seen Max in…he didn't know how long. But it was long enough that walking into the lobby of his brand new high-rise on a whim was at the very least…weird.

Reclamation - Rated Explicit

Wreck Me Sequel! Summary:

reclamation: 

The act of reclaiming or the state of being reclaimed. To claim something back; repossess; to correct an error; to reform. 

The biggest mistake Max ever made was breaking up with Daniel. 5 years later he makes the second biggest mistake by sending him away again. But… he could fix this. 

Daniel was ready to move on. Max didn't want him and thought the absolute worst of him. Cool. It was fine. It was time.

Age FAQ

Lucid Dreaming

A maxiel sleepwalker au

Daniel is a sleepwalker, his destination? Max's bed.

Tumblr Ficlets:

Maxiel Parents Noah AU:

Procrastination Drabble - Rated everyone

First Birthday Party - Rated everyone

Important News - Rated everyone

Match Point - Tennis AU - Rated explicit, but open to everyone lol

Inspired by Break Point. Now on AO3

Part 1 - Max Meets Dan | Part 2 - Dan's POV | Part 3 - RBR Beach Party

Part 4 - Dan's Training Camp | Part 5 - [redacted] | Part 6 - Daydreams

Part 7 - Australian Open | Part 8 - Qtr Finals | Part 9 - Pre Semis

Part 10 - Semis | Part 11 - Congratulations! | Part 12 - Idioti

Part 13 - Karting | Part 14 - Love | Part 15 - Winner Winner

Part 16 - Zandvoort Mornings | Part 17 - Injury -_- | Part 18 - Coda

Part 19 - Cheek to cheek | Part 20 - post Singapore quali | Part 21 - RBR World Champs | Part 22 - Back at it? | Part 23 - Happy Birthday Max | Part 24 - Kinktober 5 | Part 25 Congratulations Maxy | Part 26 - Tennis Skirt Coda | Part 27 - Pornstache!Dan | Part 28 - Fluff Coda | Part 29 - Workout Coda | Part 30 - Vegas Baby! | Part 31 - Thanksgiving

Writing Prompt - Quests - Rated everyone

Writing Prompt - Touching - Holding the Other's Chin Up

Writing Prompt - Touching - Gripping Thigh

Writing Prompt - Touching - massaging or sitting in the others lap!

Writing 'Prompt' - Happy + Relaxed | Flufftober Day 25 | Christmas Shopping

Enchanted AU - Disney Princess Dan 1 | Disney Princess Dan 2 | Disney Princess Dan 3 | Disney Princess Dan 4 | Disney Princess Dan 5 | Disney Princess Dan 6 | Disney Princess Dan 7 | Disney Princess Dan 8 | Disney Princess Dan 9 | Disney Princess Dan 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14

Enchanted AU Christmas:

Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28 | Part 29 | Part 30 | Part 31 | Part 32 | Part 33 | Part 34 | Part 35

Almost fic

Cotton Swab - Rated explicit

Renovation AU - Rated explicit

Halloween Party - Rated explicit

Girl!Dan - Rated teen lol

Girl!Dan Pt 2 - Rated Mature

Charmed/Practical Magic AU

Charmed/Practical Magic AU pt 2

Project Runway Drabble

so far...

[uchihaharlot]

Hey there! Love your work and if you're still doing requests, I've got one for ya: a hot, sexy threesome between a female reader, Itachi (loooove him) and Shisui. I'm imagining a competition angle where they've both been pining after the same girl for a while and she likes them both too, but can't choose (and I mean, who could, right? Lol). Eventually, someone (probably Shisui based on my own interpretations of his personality) decides that choosing sucks and sharing is caring, leading to super hot sex 🔥

Ooooo deary,

You speak right to my soul. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasized being the center of an Uchiha pissing contest. I’ve always felt that love is kind; love is free and love is patient.I’m hikjackjng your request a bit, I’ve had a draft for several months. There is no real competition here, but extremely hot solicited sex and yes. You are correct, Shisui is one hundred percent the purveyor of pleasure.

It will be soo worth it though; there is a second part to this — written by @shisuis-left-nipple, my draft is also beta’d by her as well — thank you my little Shisui harlot. I dream nothing more of being an Uchiha sandwich on a daily basis.

I’ll forefront this by saying there is mentioning of Shiita. Nothing overtly intimate between the two, but it’s undeniably there and at the back burner. Though you are the main focus of this event, I do apologize to the people who haven’t eaten the forbidden fruit.

NSFW; all out Uchiha fuckfest; overstimulation; multiple climaxes; fucked stupid; mild Shiita.

Yea I thought about this for a while. How did you even get in this situation? Probably met at the spring festival and all.

Since, in my au head canon, they foiled the coup. Shisui lives, Itachi rules the coop. Feel free to ask me about exactly what happened — there is so, so much in my one brain cell.

Itachi is now clan leader these days. Shisui is his right-hand man. They've grown out of that phase of just the two of them. I know it's not everyone's cup, but they definitely fucked and now that they're adults and have clan responsibilities, growing out of that phase.… though sometimes they share a girl here or there.

So, here you are at the festival. Looking so gorgeous it's damn near criminal. The spring festival is held in the Uchiha district this year — Shisui called it reclamation day. As part of the planning committee sent by the Godaime, you get to enjoy all the hard work you put into decorating their little corner of the world and Shisui is grateful.

I mean really grateful, his cock thanks you too. Your guys’ budding romance starts out slow.… lol, ya whatever that means in Shisui’s head.

Shisui is the extrovert while Itachi is still a bit shy and reserved. (This might get confusing because Izumi obviously hadn't died, but let's just say well.... I think most of the Uchiha believe in free love. At least the younger progressive ones. It keeps the curse of hatred at bay and sex is free. Love is kind).

Who in their right mind wasn't fucking one another in that gorgeous clan of men?

Everyone was.

This event really turned out, ‘the Uchiha are eternally indebted to you for your hard work' says Shisui. He's the charmer — the concierge of bedroom antics. The proprietor for drawing the women into the sheets.

It doesn't take Shisui long to make fucking shit out of you a habit, upheaving your feels and all. Just casually, no big deal. Starts asking questions after a hot session, of course he came to you during lunch. When he has a craving, the man is insatiable. You mention a few taboo things, maybe binding, nothing too extravagant or out of the ordinary. But he is calculating — ever the entrepreneur, ‘how can I give this girl the most beautiful experience of her life?’ He thinks.

Shisui drops the threesome paper bomb in your lap and you’re like — ‘uhhh….yea, sure. Why not but, with…who?’

‘Well Itachi, of course.’ Just so damn casual like it was a regular Tuesday and he hadn’t spent the last half hour rearranging your guts.

Cue blank screen syndrome, ‘what?’ As if waiting for the room to read itself, ‘is this….something you guys do….regularly?’

‘Yea, sometimes. Just so happened to tell him about this woman who has me in a chokehold. Stealing my soul and that her beauty makes the sun ashamed to shine.’ That sort of Casanova type shit, sick as cancer. Shisui was undoubtedly winning this match.

It serves your desire on a silver kunai. The wet mixture the two of you had created rehydrates and Shisui takes the opportunity to fuck you again, slower — deeper. Asking if you’re interested mid stroke, whispering filth in your ear as you start to come undone. Sexual coercion at its finest. You’re so aroused at the thought of this situation you come hard when he mentions some quip about being a double stuffed bento box.

The good, good Itachi is so prim and proper. He hosts a mini dinner, and you’re sort of sweating, uncertainty beckons you. What the hell is going on here…..it’s mildly unsettling at first, but Itachi refuses to fuck a woman he doesn’t know a little bit about. You all three enjoy Itachi’s over the top meal and the conversation flows. The awkwardness melts away and it isn’t long before Shisui takes off leaving you two alone.

Itachi takes you out to sit on the enagwa for tea. He is such a gentleman to consider you this way. While Shisui preps their sanctum, Itachi’s lips make his first impression, and boy it's hot. Not that Shisui wasn’t the connoisseur of making out himself, but Itachi’s kiss is gentle — light. Soft as petals that feather and cradle yours, making you embarrassingly breathless almost immediately. He wants to make sure you're comfortable with this whole situation and Shisui always finds his chivalry adorable, but you can't talk Itachi out of it. He has to do this. It sets the mood and also lowers any preemptive warnings that you might have, since this is already a new thing for you, there won't be any silly toys. Just pure unadulterated pleasure and free love. Once you spend about a half hour lip locked with Itachi, he's going to lead you around the house. Takes you to a room on the back side that’s dimly lit. Starts kissing you in the room behind closed doors when a small gust of wind comes at your back — Shisui. Always one to make an appearance.

Another set of strong hands are at your back. While one wraps around you from the front, the other from the back. Your senses are already in overdrive, Shisui is the impatient one while Itachi likes to draw things out. Shisui hungrily kisses down your neck and Itachi is just swallowing every soft sigh from your lips. Shisui's hands lift at your shirt, and you thought this through. Some cute lacy see through bra that catches Itachi off guard. Has his sights zeroing in, seemingly devouring you through the material.

Shisui wants the bra off, but Itachi has to remind him who the boss is — using that big ‘fuck you’ energy out of nowhere. Shisui just rolls his eyes, a small glint of the sharingan in an exaggerated attempt to look annoyed but not really — fine, so be it. Itachi can have his portion of you but, either way, a candle can burn from both ends if it's double wicked and there is so much of you to explore, top to bottom.

Shisui kisses down your back as it arches, his hands resting on either hip when he crouches. Itachi is nipping and rolling your nipples through the lacy bra. He absolutely loves the temptation of it and maybe even stole a glance through red spun pearls for later review — yep just know that they are going to be recording this for their own personal collection. (Let's touch on the sharingan for a second, I truly believe that it's emotionally charged. If something feels good, it's out in the open. Big bad and red, like an eye erection or some shit lol. Spinning wildly absorbing collective imagery to database — consider it similar to how pupils dilate when it sees something it likes).

Shisui's already got your pants down. He's so hard, Itachi's exceedingly hard too but he takes forever, so Shisui just starts undressing him too because what are friends for? Everyone needs a little help from their friends. You couldn't be really sure, but you’re positive that Shisui may or may not have kissed the tip of Itachi's cock and licked the excitement off, but all you really could hear was his laugh.

Your pants are shucked and tossed aside, Shisui's got you lifting each leg over his shoulder, he's buzzing and wants to start making you moan. Itachi is just following along for now as long as Shisui doesn’t touch his portion of you. Suddenly, you’re slightly lifted up. Looking down you see Shisui sitting on the ground, his arms holding you up. That shit eating grin filling his face as he peers up at you. Then Shisui’s face at your sex inhaling and exhaling hot and breathy, you sit on his shoulders while he holds you at your lower back. Itachi laughs at the audacity of that man, but he knows how insatiable Shisui is. He wants you dripping down his face, chest and eventually his cock.

Itachi finally removes your bra. The sensations are tantalizing — you got one that's slow and sweet and the other that's too fast for his own good. Shunshin no Shisui never could live life in the slow lane. So just like his namesake you're already one and now a second orgasm deep on his mouth. Your hands, well you didn't know what to do with them. ltachi guided one to his shoulder and the other to rake in Shisui's hair, which instantaneously made Shisui groan on your sopping mound, his nose rubbing in the cleft of your heat and his tongue rolling over that deliriously sensitive patch of nerve within your sweet seam. Prodding you, drinking you in and leaving you full-mouthed whimpering.

Once you've been properly worked in, Shisui stands, leaving you at his mercy high in the air. You yelp and cling to him, so this was the actual strength of a renowned shinobi. He lays you so gentle and sweet like on the bed. And yes this time, you saw what you saw, Itachi languidly strokes Shisui's cock before your eyes and you're like what in tarnation — but it was hot because Shisui bit his lip and looked at you like James Dean with big puppy dog reds. They would tease one another here and there and it would absolutely fan the flame between your legs.

Shisui goes over the many ways this could go down and you're like...

‘I'm just here for the ride. Two against one, does it really matter what I want?’ And they both laugh; how adorable because yea, you're right. They're doing it the way they want and Shisui grabs a few things. Lube, leg spacers etc. but you're like ‘uuhhh leg spacers??’ That's when you end up on top of him turned around, your back to his chest and your legs hung over his knees.

All for your consideration and comfort, he's not one to take liberties, not yet. You’re spread open like the world's finest charcuterie board. Itachi's eyes populate and spin red. 'Gorgeous.’ Cause you are, not a damn thing wrong with you, especially from this perspective.

Shisui's hot breath is at your neck, kissing you all over. Not an inch of skin that his lips could reach is untouched. Neck, ears, shoulders — nipping the space between your shoulder blades. Really a pleasure king for you.

Itachi, this man, may not look like much to the naked eye, but he's that and more. So much more, kneels between your legs and just devours you. Like a fucking goddamn goddess, his lips make praise to your sopping cunt. That damned nose, rubbing it all up in your clit while his tongue is gently teasing your slick. You've never had someone be so attentive to you, and while you're distracted in pre orgasm build up, Shisui is administering a severe amount of lube to Itachi's hand. A grand distraction to addle your mind a bit more.

You've already left your consciousness in the sixth dimension and your soul in the 9th circle to hell. What's something a little deeper? As you climax for maybe the sixth time now this evening, Itachi's slim fingers prod at your uncharted asshole. Oh dear. You've not ever experienced ass play. This is unfortunate but also exciting. You moan treasonously and can *feel* Shisui smirking as he kisses and nips at your back. One of his hands splayed across your stomach. Pressing as you climax hard. Itachi wasn't rough, but he wasn't sincere about knocking on the back door.

‘My apologies' Itachi says when you chirp a little bit over it. Gentlemanly as he is, he's ravenous now. And you can't really be sure, but there is more squelches and a brief motion outside your visual perception.

Shisui says some shit like, ‘breathe for me baby’ through bated breath and next thing you know. Itachi's lubed up Shisui's lovely fat cock and is attempting to breach your second entrance. Oh, mama Kaguya! You were a bit selfish when it came to relinquishing control and Shisui offers you some advice, 'look at me gorgeous.'

It’s in this moment you fully understood what Shisui meant about being a double stuffed bento box, he's only sunk about four inches of his cock in your ass and it's not entirely unpleasant, but new. Your neck is craned in a searing kiss with Shisui, him rocking his hips gently until you're comfortable. Itachi toying with your clit to acquiesce the intrusion. Only when Itachi’s mouth sucks on your bud does it then feel really good.

The intake of air to your lungs as an entirely different type of roaring climax, in a whole new group of muscles, doesn't seem to fill you with enough air to accommodate the salacious inconsolable loud moan that escapes your lips. Shisui gently pioneering slow purposed full-length thrusts into a hole that was once too tight for two fingers.

After that, all he has to do is sit pretty. Itachi takes over after you have a few more orgasms, like what, 9 or 10 now total? If you tried to count, just give up. You're done physically, mentally and emotionally at this point. You've left your soul in their vision for it to never be returned. Completely dominated and owned.

But they're Uchiha. They know the effect they have on people. Itachi puts his hair up a little tighter in a bun. Such a cutie, he slowly strokes himself watching as Shisui has his round. Then the room goes still, all you can hear is Shisui's heavy breathing in your ear, as he’s had to hold back quite a bit. You're so taut around him, he almost busted a nut and unfortunately for him, the second Itachi stretches your weeping and already swelling cunt, Shisui does cum — poor bastard. But his best friend makes sure to angle his slow strokes downwards so that way he gets a little bit of friction and as a double whammy the mere feeling of Shisui pulsating and coming inside of you is like an intermittent vibrator, so you climax, full force. Resting your head on Shisui’s shoulder, he kisses your cheek as your eyes roll shut, and you babble like a cute idiot.

So here you are, hot sweaty and now gagged on Shisui’s fingers as he shoves them in your mouth. Shisui didn't necessarily go soft, the overstimulation of you pulsing and continually on edge keeps a lovely semi at his disposal. Itachi's got your arms wrapped up and set behind Shisui's head, his lips tease at your nipples. He is the slow and steady sensual man. You moan, Shisui moans. Everyone is moaning, it's a cacophony of gasps and sighs. Itachi's is just enjoying being the one in charge of you both, then Shisui starts hitting you with some katon heated dirty talk.

'Such a good girl.’

‘You're choking my cock so well.’

'Another one already?'

Just hot talk and even a bit of teasing. Since he's like buckled down for the ride now, he just gets to experience all the pleasure without much work, but he does make sure to suck at your neck, leaving a few marks on your back too. He's considering that maybe you're the girl for him. With his best friend's approval of course, this is just like a clan initiation at this point. Itachi would let you marry Shisui if he really hard pressed him enough, but Shisui feels deeply, this type of connection only comes once in a life and out of the myriad of females they've shared (which isn't many to be honest) you're this Pandora's box that has so many different things about you he already loves.

Someone is falling hard.

Itachi is of course enthralled with your breasts, they're perky, beautiful and each nipple is gently switched between his lips, pert and sensitive. Though he would turn up the heat and use a little bit of that Uchiha fire to warm them up, only to change the sensation and make you writhe. Slowly pumping himself into you, calls you ‘princess,’ of all things. So old school, Itachi started out quiet but when Shisui is kissing one side of your neck, Itachi is sucking and nipping at the other. All timed of course; right as you orgasm again. Always some sort of over stimulation going on and — hey wait a minute! When did Shisui start playing with your clit? You don't know and don't care because this next orgasm was the most intense yet.

And you squirted all over Itachi's cock, raining down on Shisui's, he couldn't help but start to move his hips a little. The contrasting thrusts sending you even further spiraling.

'Are you ok y/n?' A playful jab at your wavering consciousness by Shisui in a deep raspy whisper. You're catatonic.

An Uchiha flesh-light now. Thank the gods you're on the pill. Just the smell of their musk, power of the gods and that smokey katon heat would one hundred percent have you ending up pregnant and Itachi has big people issues right now, he can't have a kid just yet. You might even just become the wife to both of them. Though Shisui is greedy, possessive with what's his. Itachi has Izumi, but that doesn't mean you couldn’t take part in their secret swingers group.

Here you lie between them, filled up tight to the brim. Shisui has definitely cum at minimum three times, his seed seeping out your little bottom hole. Itachi isn't really that much into multiple, he enjoys perpetually edging the hell out of himself and right when he is about to cum, he slips out. Let's Shisui pound you a few good times and thank gods you have a clean booty hole. Itachi slips him out of his new claimed territory and by gods, there is that lovely Shisui cock filling your warm worn-out cunt. So thick and creamy with his seed, just slips into your tight seam. Slowly thrusting into you, he peppers kisses down your left cheek as Itachi takes a breather. Whispering how much you mean to him, so precious and his. Somewhere down the blurred vision to keep your eyes focused, Shisui is comfortably situated back as your butt plug. Time has escaped you, it all just cascades quickly.

Itachi lifts both your legs under Shisui’s *arms*, oof. Spreading you further, nearly to your ears. Folded like a lawn chair, a personal favorite to both. Shisui locks his hands over your sternum and holy hell this man is strong. You moan when Itachi slips back into your tired cunt. You're still so snug and wet though, the two of them each swing their hips in tandem; you weren't expecting this. All that heavy breathing, encouragement from Shisui and maybe a few a 'good girl’ from Itachi here or there. You're stretched to the limit. Can feel their cocks rubbing against one another through that thin layer of skin that separates your two channels.

Shisui's the first one to bust… again, lucky guy. He's had about five maybe? And Itachi reams his slender hand around your neck. You're so far spent; incapable of an orgasm, beyond belief overstimulated to the point that you're not sure if it's pleasant or not anymore. But it's hot, Shisui biting your shoulder, Itachi's grip tightens a little. He's a bit perturbed you've reached your limit before he could cum, so yea.

Tsukuyomi induced orgasm for you, honey.

Red spun pearls lull and bend your subconscious, all he says in the echo chamber is 'cum.’ Much to your surprise, you do, several times more. All over him as he deposits the hottest load of baby gravy into your cunt, making sure to fuck it in you. Tapping it against your cervix like it was some sort of keg tap. Just knock knock knock genetic coding at your womb. But he apologizes for getting so aggressive once he drops that mild soporific genjutsu and Shisui is trying to not snicker at your disheveled face.

Now honey, you've had a rough night. Let's talk some after care. Lots more kissing, worshipping your amazing body for all the shit it's just been through. Wrapped up like a cocoon and carried off into the main portion of the house.

What do you want? Tea? A movie? A bath?

You can bathe with both of them. Or alone. Whoever you choose. They are definitely going to make sure you are treated with the utmost care and adoration the Uchiha have to offer.

Do you need your leg muscles rubbed? They did go numb at some point. So, you have your bath, Shisui is there while Itachi makes tea. Shisui is such a gentleman though, washing your back. Asking if you want to wash your special areas yourself, he feels like maybe they just violated you, but you laugh out loud at and kiss him softly. 'I got exactly what I asked for.’

And he smiles the full length of his mouth. Such a handsome guy, the bath is rather quick. Itachi's readied the tea, and you can have your own room for the night, but like... ‘what if we all just cuddled and slept in the same bed.' You speak.

‘Hot damn, yes that too,’ Shisui quips. You're like a loaded canon and he is absolutely pulling the trigger finger on that.

Itachi nods and smiles, ‘ok.’

So, you have your tea, maybe even watch a movie but girl you are dead on your ass. You pass out within the first twenty minutes, Shisui finishes your tea and carries you to bed. Gently stationed between them, you just sleep so peacefully and serene.

Yep, and then when the morning comes, it's breakfast time.

[cptrackham]

I am, at my CORE, a Black Sails fan, and more recently a TCW and codywan fan, and now I see there are pirate era AUs and LORDS is there no MERCY IN THIS WORLD -

But, now I know it's a thing, can I just share how important the Clone Troopers as a maroon colony is to me?

Men and women born and raised on plantations and colonies to defend the men that own them, to work the land and produce materials they're told is more valuable than they are, until they realise, this isn't worth the cost anymore

Men and women who choose their own names to distance themselves from what others had decided they were, to choose who they want to be. Sly Fox, hot-headed Boil, never-forgetting Echo. Some names are reclamations of the language of their oppressors - Coeur de Lion, Cody Lions. Rex, King.

Men and women who flee to find land they can call their own in the turbulent Caribbean, a land they call GAR/Guard/Garden, a reminder to not just defend, but to grow

They are not mindless slaves. They are people. And they will build their own culture.

[sotwk]

The Task of Living (Thorin x Reader one-shot)

Love Confession feat. Thorin Oakenshield 

Valentine 2023 Event by @sotwk

Summary: Two years after his triumphant reclamation of Erebor, Thorin returns to his former village in Dunland, seeking the woman he has loved since long ago.

Prompt: “You have to come back to me. Because I cannot do this without you.”

Requested by and Dedicated to: @the-fragile-heart-of-a-lady. Thank you for the request, the follow, and for letting me do a little something to help you feel better! This definitely turned out longer and more detailed than I had planned, so I hope it brings you some joy and comfort! <3

Word count: 2.4 k

Content: Romance, angst, drama, fierce dwarf-maiden, Everybody Lives AU, post-BotFA, King Thorin

Rating: T (Teens and up)

Warnings: Some sensuality

To Read on AO3: Link

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

The Task of Living

Third Age 2943

Dunland

“Is she… is she yours?” 

You smoothed a hand over the unbraided chestnut curls of the dwarf-child on your lap and shook your head. "My sister's. You probably don’t remember her."

His coal-black eyebrows knitted together, but only for a second. "Rith," he spoke her name with a triumphant little smirk that made you itch with a desire to smack it off his face. He set down his tankard of mulled ale on the table and leaned forward, the rickety old chair creaking underneath this small movement. “And how is she?”

“She is dead,” you said flatly, enjoying the flinch that wrinkled his perfect features. “Killed in an orc raid on the village six years ago, she and her husband both.” You gave your niece a quick hug and set her down, patting her lightly on the back. “Why don’t you go and help your Grandmother with the stew?”

“She needn’t have bothered, truly.” His keen blue eyes scanned the single-room cottage that presently housed three women across three generations. Although his gaze seemed mostly curious, his interest suddenly made you feel embarrassed about the dwelling’s small size and worn-out shabbiness.

“Of course she had to,” you hissed, rising abruptly from your chair. “What else are we expected to do when a king shows up at our doorstep, with no forewarning, but to scramble to pay respects and offer up what little provisions we have?” 

Thorin rose to his feet, slowly, as though a dreadful weight burdened his stooped shoulders. Still, he towered over you, his regal demeanor undeniable despite his obvious attempts to dress in simple garb, with no raiment upon him other than the ancestral crown on his head. 

“A caravan is on its way here,” he said. “Two dozen wagons loaded with enough food and supplies for a year. Enough for this whole village and its neighbors. It should arrive in a few days. The cargoes are heavy and the roads are troublesome. I decided to ride ahead with my guard because…” He faltered, but took a breath and pressed on. “...because I could not wait to see you.”

Oh no. You backed up a step, subconsciously resisting the allure of his presence, the implication of his words. Before you could turn away, he spoke again, “Perhaps we might move this conversation outside. There is still light out; we can take a short walk.”

Perhaps it would be easier to breathe and keep a clear head outdoors with all the fresh air. As you exited the cottage, you felt Thorin’s hand cup lightly around your elbow, in a courteous gesture to help you down the steps. You jerked your arm away, irritated by the silly nicety reserved for soft, high-society ladies who likely kept his company now.

In the corner of your eye, you spotted several armored soldiers by the sheep pen, tending to their ponies. You marched on in the direction of the little brook that bordered your property, determinedly and defiantly, leaving Thorin to hasten his steps to keep up.

“If I may say so, you look well--” 

You stopped and spun around without warning. "Why are you here, Thorin?” You grimaced and corrected yourself. “Pardon me. Why are you here, your Majesty?”

“Thorin,” he said firmly, shaking his head. “You need not be so formal with me, not after so many years of friendship between us.”

Friendship. That word could not have burned you worse than a glowing hot iron straight out of the furnace. And suddenly it was thirty-five years ago, when you stood before each other in similar surroundings all the way in the shadows of the Blue Mountains, and Thorin told you with utmost conviction, that he could not accept your marriage proposal. 

And you exploded. All the grief and pain and anger that you had shored up behind a wall inside your heart flowed like fiery lava on the slopes of an awakened volcano. 

“Are you trying to hurt me?!” you cried. “Is that why you have come? Now that you have accomplished your great destiny to regain your throne, you thought it might amuse you to return to your former haunts and toy with the commoners you used to dwell amongst? Are you already so weary and bored of counting all the gold in the great Kingdom Under the Mountain?”

Thorin squared his shoulders and set his jaw against the accusations, incorrigibly stubborn as you had always known him to be. “I came to help. Both you and your kin.” He gestured at the house behind them, and the others beyond. “This land was also my home once.”

“It has not been your home for a very long time, Thorin.” You wrapped your arms across your chest, whether to shield yourself from the winter chill or from the dwarf who had shattered you irreparably, you weren’t certain. “Allow me to refresh the King’s memory since it has been so long: you abandoned it for the Blue Mountains. I was there. I left my own family and moved across Eriador to follow yours. But a humble life at the Lune would not satisfy you either, and you refused to settle and put down roots.”

At least not with me. You swiped at the corners of your eyes, furious at the tears that wouldn’t stop their descent. "You should not have come back here. We will manage well enough without Erebor's charity."

The old Thorin might have exchanged your rejection with biting words of his own; such was the pride that ran through the Durins' veins. But the face of the dwarf-lord before you softened as he continued.

"I came for you. To tell you I have not forgotten everything we shared together." The tone of his voice had changed; it cracked with desperation, pleading with you to accept his declarations. And then he uttered your name, and hearing it on his lips roused an ache inside you that was too much to bear. 

You started walking again, stomping over the thick snow, following the line of naked trees along the frozen brook. He kept up with you in determined strides, raising his voice to a near shout as his passion grew.

"I have thought of you every day since we parted. Every memory I had of you, I kept close, even though it burned me as often as it kept me warm, because I refused to surrender hope that this day would come for us."

You shook your head wildly and pressed your hands over your ears, as though these gestures would be enough to make him stop. 

“Amrâlimê, please...”

"Do. NOT. Call me that!"

You whirled around and punched him, slamming your fist into his chest, stopped by a wall of thick leather and muscle. While you considered yourself strong for your race, your strength fell short against a Durin. Thorin did not budge an inch, or even wince. Perhaps your predictable temper was the part of you least easily forgotten. So you hit him again. And again. Until you were pounding both fists repeatedly against his torso, his shoulders, his arms, anywhere you thought you could get him to feel just a small fraction of the agony he had put you through for over thirty years. Still Thorin refused to move or throw up any kind of self-defense. 

How dare he! How dare he address you as such, in the tender manner that haunted you for decades even after you left the Blue Mountains to escape the unbearable sight of him. The precious endearment he would whisper into your ear on occasions of stolen intimacy, sigh into your hair in moments of peaceful contentment, moan against your skin whenever he made love to you.

Through your rage, you sensed the guards approaching to rescue their lord, and instinct prepared you to turn around and fight back like a cornered animal. But Thorin raised his hand at them in a signal to halt, and he finally reached out to catch your flailing wrists, easily ending your assault.

"I love you. As Mahal is my witness, my heart has ever belonged to you alone." He encased your hands tightly within his and held them against his chest, tugging you to him. "And you love me still, I can see it, however wretchedly undeserving I am."

You could not even think of struggling. It was too late. He was too close now, close enough for you to feel how real he was--his piercing eyes, his strong, calloused hands, the scent of smoke and steel that clung to the very hairs of his warm skin. These were not just a fantasy conjured by delirious longing, or a dream from the nights you cried in your sleep. Thorin was here. Alive and well, and here. 

“I am truly sorry for all the pain I have caused you. Forgive me, Amrâlimê,” he murmured hoarsely, tracing the curve of your bottom lip with his thumb, sweeping down the softness of your jaw. “If I can have nothing else from you, I beg you to grant me that last kindness.”

That single moment of exposed vulnerability, of breathtaking sorrow and regret that radiated from him, reached you more than any of his expressions of passion. How much have the years changed him? The Thorin you knew could never bear to admit he was wrong about anything. Was it possible that rising to his kingship finally taught him humility? 

“You have my forgiveness.” As you spoke this pardon, the remaining flames of your anger blew out to nothingness.

And Thorin smiled, his sweet, gentle smile, rare as the most precious gem but many times as beautiful. Your own smile felt like it would break your cheeks. He pulled you into his embrace and you sobbed into his neck, wondering if it was possible to die of happiness. 

Drawing back, Thorin cradled your face between his hands, smoothing your tear-streaked cheeks, and rested his forehead on yours. “May I…?” Your breaths mingled in the soft whisper, and his eager lips already brushed yours even as he waited for permission.

"I may only ever kiss My One, whom they call Oakenshield," you said softly. "Where can I find him under the fine trappings of this great King?"

In response, Thorin gripped the heavy golden crown on his head and lifted it off. It slipped carelessly from his fingers and fell to the snow-covered ground with a dull thud. 

"Let me show you," he said, and waited no more. He kissed you with the hunger of years of longing, deeply and greedily, pausing only when you whimpered for breath you could not catch. He backed you up underneath a tree, which you leaned against to aid your weakening balance as Thorin pressed on, his mouth leaving your swollen lips only to descend your neck, worshiping every inch of skin he could access.

"Durin help me," he growled into the curve of your shoulder, exposed where he had nearly torn your sleeve off. His chest still heaved from exertion and barely restrained lust. "I must have you again." He raised his eyes to meet yours, and the look in them made you swallow hard, conscious of your own depraved desire for him. "But it should be in the proper way you deserve."

"You are the only one I would ever have," you said, combing your fingers through a section of his thick black hair, now beautifully mixed with silver stands. 

He took your hand to his lips, kissing your palm repeatedly before saying, "So would you return to Erebor with me?"

Your hesitation made him wrap both arms tightly around you, his entire body tense with the lingering fear of being separated from you again.

"You have to come back to me. Because I cannot do this without you."

"Do what?" you asked, caressing his beard to calm the anxiety you regretted causing him. "What task is it that the great hero of Erebor needs a humble peasant's help in accomplishing?"

"The task of living." Thorin cupped his hand underneath your chin and gazed at you with soft, earnest affection. "A life with you was the only treasure I ever desired, but duty forced me to deprive myself of it. But no longer. I have avenged my family and restored our honor and our house. I have led our people back home. The time has come for me to pursue my own joys and pleasures, and those exist only in you."

"But my lord. My love," you whispered, once again moved to tears by the gladness his words roused in you. "Am I still a suitable match for you now that you require a consort to rule a kingdom by your side? I am not fit for the legendary grandeur of Erebor." You gestured at your attire, from your unadorned hair, your plain brown wool dress with a patched up skirt and worn, dirt-caked boots. "Just look at me."

"Indeed. I look at you with great pleasure," Thorin said, with a smirk that immediately made you blush. "When I look at you, I see my dreams fulfilled. I cannot imagine providing Erebor with a braver, kinder, wiser, or more radiant Queen."

"If you would still have me, that is." He held out his open palm to you, revealing an item he produced from the folds of his robe. Fading sunlight bounced off the high polish of the small, silvery-grey stone. You gasped when you recognized the betrothal bead you had offered him so many years ago. He must have rescued it after you had flung it away in your heartbroken grief, and kept it safe with him all this time. 

"I fought through dragonfire and armies of orcs so I may live to see this day, so I may get a second chance to accept and wear this." Hope and fear battled in his intense stare, which bore down on you with heavy anticipation. "But now the course of my fate rests entirely upon you. Will you have me?"

He held his breath in the brief silence before you closed his fist around the bead and smiled. "I will have you for the rest of my life and whatever else lies beyond, Thorin Oakenshield." You placed a tender kiss on his knuckles. "So let us go home and see to this task of living… my King."

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I'm getting back into the swing of things for writing, so here's some random safe for work headcanons because I've been reading an obscene amount of x reader content (Please go check out Aggre(g/v)ation by llama goddess, and Saving Three Ex-cell-ent skeletons by recklessly caffeinated on ao3 because I got brain worms babey.)

Also since its been awhile since I've written something on this blog, remember that these are stream of consciousness teehee <3

(General tws: references (but not explicitly said) to past consumption of humans, ED/Disordered eating and mental health issues, au-typical violence references, etc)

Word Count: 2.2k words ish

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Horrortale!Sans (Skull) x Reader Misc SFW Headcanons

My favorite thing is when people portray sans in any light as either Just A Little Guy or as Fuckin Huge and Skull is a Big Boy <333 he's easily 7 feet tall, and Built Fucking Different.

Monsters can't like, completely and utterly alter the type of monster they are, so you won't see a Bunny Monster turn into a Moldsmal but its very widely understood that magic reflects the soul reflects the mind reflects the body - so its not really something where monsters experience dysphoria as much? Like if a monster is afab, but realizes they're trans and a guy, it may take awhile to transition - and they may need some help via magic other than their own - but it's really normal in comparison.

Unfortunately, the positive aspects of the whole "mind/soul/body" equation in that you'll eventually look how you want so long as you put the effort into changing every day can also be blocked by trauma and "scarring" to the soul. It's pretty rare in the canon universe, but for Horrortale monsters its damn near exclusive - when you have to do anything you can to survive, adaptation to your environment makes you a hell of a lot scarier in compenstation.

Skull is one such monster where if it weren't for his injury, he'd be a complete 180 from the typical monsters you see. But because of it, it makes it harder to control his magic because he can't think straight. It takes him longer to form sentences, takes him longer to process words sometimes, or even read. He gets light sensitivity really bad, and because his body change wasn't by his choice, but by an unfortunate way of being injured while in a traumatic situation, Skull, no matter how much better he gets, will never fully go back to what he was before.

He's extremely self-conscious about his size and his looks, not to mention his mental capacity. He knows and can think about what he's doing, his mind has never lost that sharpness or intellect. He can strip a machine down to parts and put it back together or put it to other use in minutes, but if you ask him to write it down or explain it he's going to have one hell of a time and he'll probably leave the experience worse than he went into it.

Similarly, if he does want to talk, in one of his rare moods where he's explaining what he's doing out loud to you, he could go on for hours, but suddenly hit a block where the words don't work right.

Be patient with him when this happens. He doesn't like it, and even though it can be frustrating at times, like if you're trying to decide something for dinner or write up a grocery list, he really is doing his best.

Sign language is a good alternative when the words don't want to come out but he's still able to communicate - writing can be one sided, but sometimes thats all he can do too.

When an idea strikes the both of you one day to just draw what he's thinking, Skull could fucking kiss you senseless when you hand him a white board and a dry erase marker. Words may not be making sense in his brain but he can picture what he wants in those moments so this is the perfect compromise between the two for communication.

Skull is his name now, so even though he was once Sans, Skull is what he picked as the reclamation of all that's happened to him. A name that he picked to get him through it day by day but its also a reminder of where he's been and where he'll go. That said... it's also a name he initially picked as a form of self harm to some degree, a mocking reference to his own injury that hindered him.

So while he'll probably never change his name again... he appreciates it when you call him pet names. It's a reminder that you love him enough to do so, while also giving himself a break from the constant reminder. He particularly loves when you call him your "Big old teddy bear" because... god he does not feel like it sometimes.

Get it its a reference to some of the fandom calling him Bear and I love that name for him a lot too

Due to the past, he has some Big Issues With Food, constantly bouncing back and forth between feast and famine.

He has some issues with meat at times - on bad days certain textures and tastes just remind him of the bad times in his life where survival was such a tightrope walk that just imagining eating it makes him sick.

A very "safe food" house, where the two of you stock up on your safe foods and have a cupboard dedicated to it for days you can't stand anything else.

Some days, Skull is content for the two of you to eat at the kitchen table or to watch TV in the living room while you two eat from separate bowls/plates, and he can eat fairly freely, not particularly caring who eats how much or in what order.

Others... other days he anxiously watches to make sure you've had a serving before he gets his, or, more likely, he brings the full pan/a single platter to the table, and the two of you share the same food, taking bites in turn so he can make sure you're getting enough to eat.

King of cooking. It makes him feel better to have full say of what goes into the meals, and honestly the man is an excellent cook. If you insist on helping him cook, it's a 50/50 on whether he gives you this smug little smile and sets you up on the counter top so he can look at you while he cooks, or if he actually lets you help.

He feels out of control if he can't cook, so even on special occasions he's still going to be cooking himself, unless you feel the Urge To Cook or you two order out.

Even then, please just go over with him what you did step by step and tell him what fully went in it - he trusts you implicitly and he's unlikely to outright ask... but it always helps ease his mind when you walk him through what you did just so he can feel less guilty.

Cuddler.

Big fucking cuddler.

Sitting on the couch alone? Not for long. Skull appears? Bam. you're in his lap, his claws smoothing across your skin and through your hair, purring up a storm as he settles his chin on the top of your head and closes his eyes.

If you're watching TV, he's only ever going to pay half attention if he's got you in his lap, half-snoozing in a very light doze as he basks in your presence, and half listening for danger/to the TV depending on the day.

He ADORES when you read to him. He loves it when you talk, and when he gets to listen to storytime while you talk? Best. Day. Ever.

Loves how small you are in comparison to him - something he never thought he'd be comfortable with at first, just based on the idea alone, but in practice he loves being completely wrapped around you and making sure you're safe. You're his personal teddy bear, no matter how many times you call him that yourself.

Jetpacking/Him being the little spoon is... unlikely. He's got some damn broad shoulders and chest, and he's not super happy with the idea of your limbs inside of him no matter if its on purpose or not.

If you want to hold him, he's definitely okay with that (although he does prefer to hold you) as long as you're touching him. You'll just have to let him set his head in your lap, or rest against your chest as he snuggles you chest to... well not chest, so more chest-to-skull and chest-to-legs with how he holds you. He's very beefy and has presence but he's about half the weight most people expect, despite the fact that it should be obvious because he's a skeleton.

He lets out the most broken whimper-whine-purr when you gently kiss the cracks on his skull, close to the gaping wound there. Don't actually touch inside or press too close to the wound itself, because that's genuinely very uncomfortable in the way it would be if he were human and had a missing eye and you touched the inside of the socket to see what it felt like. Just overall a bad experience so Don't Do That No Matter What The Intrusive Thoughts Say, although he'd let you do it in a heartbeat if you asked him

Absolutely whipped. Skull will do anything and everything you say if you just look at him just like that - just like he's your everything, like you love him without bounds and without exception. Puppy eyes also work.

He's a goddamn simp is what he is,

You'll just be minding your own business and you'll look over and catch him staring at you like you've hung the moon and the stars just to provide him with a small amount of your light during the nighttime. He looks at you with such adoration that it hurts.

Sometimes it looks a little freaky like, before you've come to automatically understand his expressions but goddamnit its so hard not to fall in love with him even just by a little more when he loves you so fucking much.

Kissies? Kissies for Skull? Please?

man FIENDS for kissies.

Once he's more comfortable giving affection unprompted you can barely keep his fucking hands off of you. He goes from "I Can And Will Nuzzle You And Pull You Into My Lap But That's It" to "No Kissies? No Snuggles? No Love For Skull? Oh! Jail! Jail For Datemate! Jail For Datemate For One Thousand Years!"

He straight up just hangs off of your clothing while staring at you until you give him a kiss or a hug. He'll come up to you and just bury his face into your neck while purring, or nuzzle your hair, but then moments later pout at you while wrapping his arms around your middle and burying his face into your stomach until you give up whatever youre doing and pay attention to him.

He doesn't do it often But By God Does He Get His Way When He Does.

He's also the type to just like, spend the entire day giving you small pecks on the lips and cheeks and forehead, and then snuggle you at night, and then the next day he'll be way less clingy. You take it in stride and then he just out of the blue dips you in the fucking moonlight and kisses you senseless.

The bastard.

Circling back to pet names, he thinks the nickname Teddybear/Bear is cute and he likes it, but call him My Love/Love/Dear Heart/something else dripping with affection and he's cupping your face in his hands and staring at you adoringly while he rubs your cheek with his claw.

Surprise him with new ones and he'll turn positively blue in the face while smiling like a fool

Surprise him with silly ones and he'll be even more in love while laughing. call him your little chicken nugget and he cant stop smiling and chuckling for a few hours. God. He'll dream of kissing you under the moonlight if you make a pun out of it.

(Brief aside here so I can avoid the text character limit "per block" but I prefer doing bullet point lists for these so anyway continue on)

Pet names always depend on the person, so whatever his one for you depends on you as a person (thats the easy way out for me) but he prefers just one pet name. (Aside from like. Babe being thrown in sometimes yknow)

He'll start with one pet name and see how you react to it - he prefers cute ones like Kitten, Bunny, Lovebird, etc. Something small and cute and adorable - though he changes it up depending on what you respond best to, because while the majority of the reason he calls you a pet name is out of affection, he still calls you pet names to see you get flustered.

On days he's feeling better, he gets more sassy he's gonna include more puns. Or teasing. Example - if he calls you lovebird, or some sort of bird-based nickname? Fuckin. He's calling you pigeon to see how you react.

Bunny? Hare-brain

Kitten? Fuzzball

If its an animal/bird/etc that he calls you in terms of nicknames, he might even refer to you as the scientific name of the animal, or a breed in that category because he thinks its funny to watch you fully stop in your tracks and process what he's just said.

Picks you up at any given opportunity.

Puddle? Oh dear, he should make sure your shoes don't get wet. Better princess carry you.

About to miss an appointment? Thrown over a shoulder.

Just feels like it? Get Scooped Idiot. Okay i have Way More Thoughts but I'm already at 2k because I have no impulse control so byeeeee come request more xreader stuff from me

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Today is day 2 of Trigun Fanfiction Appreciation Week & with it, another rec list.

Gen AUs

Geranium Dreams by the_13th_battalion, rated T

Tangled AU where Vash is Rapunzel, WW is Flint & Conrad is Mother Gothel. Oh! And we can't forget the MVP: Kuroneko as Pascal!

promise of an ending by Altered_Karma, rated T

Although it does take elements from Tangled (re: locked in the tower!) it doesn't follow the movie's storyline. Instead, the author adds magical elements that don't involve long hair & another form of conflict. There's even fanart for this on twt.

Daylight (You Got Me Cursing The Daylight) by Sblurg, rated E

A Violet Evergarden AU we never asked for but absolutely needed. Full of angst & hurt/comfort that gives its inspo a run for its money.

Otherworldly by WarriorNun, rated M

Pacific Rim AU with its own dashes of worldbuilding & despite the apocalyptic setting it implies, has its share of comedic & slice-of-life moments.

The Courtship of Nicholas D Wolfwood by @screamingshark, rated M

Another fic I want to absolutely devour. A Modern AU where Plants are Mers. The author does a wonderful job of writing their courting rituals & culture in gen as well as plot twists & cliffhangers that drive you nuts. You can find fanart for it on their acc & some @poibeansart.

And Still Have Wings (with which to fly) by @alpha-hydra, rated E

Shape of Water AU where WW goes from fugitive/con-artist/former assassin to janitor & upon meeting Vash, is willing to go back to being a fugitive again if it means freedom. There's also fanart.

Show the symbol on your chest by @somereaderinblue, rated G

For a tiny bit of self-promotion a Superhero AU, more specifically a Teen Titans AU where Meryl is Robin, Milly is Starfire, WW is Beast Boy, Livio/Razlo is Cyborg & Vash is Raven. No knowledge of TT is necessary.

Tesla fics

cross my heart and hope to die by beelzebby666 & Lightning Rod by @needle-noggins, rated M

Both these fics explore the fact that Tristamp Elendira has Tesla's eye. They were done during Trigun Body Horror Week so heed the tags.

Happy by Plumerias_of_BlueMaroon, rated M

A heartbreaking Tesla POV. We know how this story goes, we know how it ends. We're simply seeing this story through her eyes & it's no less tragic. As someone who's studied child development, having to read this child look at how so many treat her & wonder 'What did I do wrong?' brings another level of hurt.

There Are Differences Between Our Hearts by Marley_Millions, rated T

Another Tesla POV fic where she expresses her frustrations to her sisters, the only ones who always listen to her through it all.

Run Red River (Run Home and Back Again) by PSIDontKnow, rated T

Tesla tears reality asunder for one simple reason: to find a universe where she is loved instead of martyred.

chrysanthemum by schrodingers__cat, rated T

The humans took many things from Tesla. Her autonomy, her body, her freedom, the concept of love, happiness & acceptance that didn't come with hurting. The only thing she wants back is her chance to be an older sister.

the half-extinguished light by reclamation, rated T

I accidentally discovered this fic while checking out their pfp & became intrigued by the Frankenstein concept. After reading it, I can't help but wonder who the true monster is. Is it Tesla/Vash? Is it Nai, who will soon become Millions Knives? Or maybe even Rem & Conrad, who were accomplices.

trouble comes in threes by @corgiss, rated T

TIME FOR SOME TESLA LIVES AUS! Here, we have them being NML's weird desert cryptids disaster siblings. There's also this fanart.

Sun, Moon, and Stars by @wendywhite13, rated T

Another Tesla Lives AU where Rem puts her foot down on day 1, causing a domino effect. This world is kinder, but it's still full of social & political challenges the family has to navigate through together.

Purple Hyacinth AU by @somereaderinblue, rated T & G

My own Age-Reversal + Role Swap AU where Tesla lives because in this world, she was born last while Vash was born first.

VW fics

sex shop/mortician by @sascake, rated E & M

As the title implies, Vash owns a sex shop, WW is a mortician & they have kids. It's always interesting to see Vash with jobs other than a baker or florist in a modern AU.

Eye to Eye by severalspoons, rated T

Reminder that for all his goofiness, Vash is the most perceptive character in-universe. Despite this, he chooses to love someone with a mask just as ironclad as his own.

Tomas Fried Rice by InkedEntropy, rated G

VW cook fried rice together, and then Vash cooks it alone.

My Body's Moving Into Retrograde by Sacramental_Wine, rated E.

Vash never hesitates to give his love & body, WW makes him receive it for once.

The Wall by Dezace, rated T

Canon-divergence wherein Knives captures Vash the Stampede decades before canon, allowing him to meet WW before he became the Punisher.

upon broken wings by maxxstrom, rated E

If I had a nickel for everytime I found a VW fic where they met as EoM captives, I'd have two nickels. Not a lot, but it's happened twice. Unlike the prev fic, this is a world where Vash stayed with Knives, never becoming the Stampede. However, this means he meets a WW who's yet to hit cynicism rock-bottom. Vash becomes WW's saint & he in turn becomes Vash's salvation.

And that's all I have for day 2. Hope you enjoy the fics & leave a kudo/comment for the respective author, have it be on AO3 or Tumblr. I wish all my fellow Trigun fans/artists/writers a good time!

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Fluff: A Shadowgast Rec List

This week, we have eighteen fluffy fics for your perusal under the cut. Get comfy and start reading, and don't forget to comment or leave kudos if you liked them!

first risk, first kiss by royalgreen (allyoop) (1179,Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Warnings

Canon divergence fic where Caleb makes a move on Essek during their time in Rosohna

Reccer says: Soft, sweet, fluffy, two people reaching out to each other

Creature Comforts by mousecookie (4645,Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Warnings

Essek arrives to assist a wounded Mighty Nein and snuggle a cat.

Reccer says: This fic feels like a warm hug. Genuinely soothes my soul every time.

Good Things live between a Breath and a Heartbeat by ThreeGremlinsInATrenchcoat (4564,Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Warnings

Caleb and Essek are just vibing, having a good time and absolutely loving each other

Reccer says: Just very sweet and tender and domestic and lovely

How We Became The Mighty Nein by my_spiritual_weapon_is_a_lollipop (7495,Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Warnings

Caleb shows Essek the story of how the Mighty Nein came to be, while everyone cuddles and chimes in

Reccer says: I really love how everyone is written and how soft everyone is. This is my go to headcanon for how Essek gets to learn about the early days of the Mighty Nein

How To Say I Love You In Wizard by Wizardchester91 (1914,Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Warnings

How Caleb and Essek express their love to each other

Reccer says: I love how soft it all is

Bei Mir Bist Du Schön by Defiler_Wyrm (1956,Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Warnings

Five times Essek didn’t understand, and one time he absolutely did, the little shit.

Reccer says: I liked it!

Dream a Little Dream of Me by CatgirlTheCrazy (2258,General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Warnings

Essek has to go into hiding the night of his and Caleb's anniversary, and he casts Dream while Caleb's asleep so they can be together in Caleb's dreams.

Reccer says: A very sweet fic! It makes perfect sense that the wizards would find magical ways to express their love.

Upending Nations by toneofjoy (2323,Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Warnings

Caleb and Essek babysit Luc and build a blanket fort

Reccer says: Very soft domestic fluff and wizard sass

Keys to the Castle by Anonymous (51812,Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Warnings

After they explore Aeor together, Caleb asks Essek to move in. It takes Essek ... A while to figure out exactly what he means.

Reccer says: This is A+ pining and softness

Roots and Reclamation by firefright (2796,Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Warnings

Bren was a farmer's son once. So too is Caleb

Reccer says: It's extremely domestic and sweet, and I love how it explores what gardening means for Essek and Caleb

Troublemaker by SaltCore (1309,General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Warnings

Caleb watches as Essek chats with a very troublemaking kitten

Reccer says: I just adore how Essek talks to the kitten, and how Caleb is just smitten as he watches

eleventh hour by mllekurtz (TheKnittingJedi) (3486,Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Warnings

Essek misunderstands the meaning of the Mighty Nein Goodbye Party and thinks he'll never see the others again; this may be his last chance to tell Caleb how he feels.

Reccer says: This is such a fun read, every time. Uniquely full of M9 shenanigans, and the interactions between Essek and Caleb at the party are so so sweet.

little labels (I love you) by royalgreen (allyoop) (409,General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Warnings

Modern AU, Essek gets a label maker and labels the important things

Reccer says: Cute, adorable, fluffy and funny!

Organizing: Before and After by sansrecourse (1255,Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Warnings

Caleb and Essek learn how to share space

Reccer says: It's cute and funny and a nice little slice of life featuring married wizards

Thinner than a razor by MinnesotaBruja (2505,Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Warnings

On a quiet night in Aeor, Essek gets a haircut from Yasha and the Holy Avenger. But that doesn't fully dissuade a growing itch he feels towards a certain wizard...

Reccer says: Wonderful, adorable pining and Essek and Yasha interactions

when headlong might save a life by stygius (5489,Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Warnings

A morning-after fic about Essek making pancakes to surprise Caleb.

Reccer says: I like the characterization of both our wizards and how intimate the scene feels. And Caleb's cat in this is very cat-like!

a tell-tale mark of happiness by ariadne-mouse (848,General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Warnings

Post-canon, Caleb goes to one of the monthly M9 meet-ups after seeing Essek, and the M9 tease him about it.

Reccer says: it's very sweet

And then two recs for this last one: Times Being What They Are by Moonsp1r1t (10029,Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Male Pregnancy, implied body dysphoria

Caleb and Essek decide to get married

Reccer 1 says: I liked it! Reccer 2 says: It is the absolute sweetest thing

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast.

Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we're going to revisit some current works in progress for you all to enjoy!

[lieutenantfloyd]

Lieutenantfloyd's Masterlist

So, it's finally time for me to an accessible on both mobile and desktop. I know many people (myself included) prefer to read on mobile devices, so this will allow that to be done a whole lot easier. This will replace my old mobile masterlists, but my regular (desktop) masterlists will remain up and be as i post.

Because Tumblr has an embedded link limit, This masterlist only includes my posts for Top Gun, Dune, Tom Cruise, Elvis Presley, and Outer Range. All of my posts for other fandoms can be found here.

If a link is broken or I've missed something, please let me know!

Last Updated: May 17th, 2024 // Guidelines — Askbox

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TOP GUN

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Fics:

The Double Proposal

Family relations

Headcanons:

SFW alphabet

Slow dancing with rooster would include

Sleep headcanons

Tickling headcanons

Robert 'Bob' Floyd

Fics:

Don’t Cry Over Spilled Beer

Darling You Send Me, Honest You Do

Halloween imagine

Headcanons:

SFW alphabet

domestic life as bobs pretty little housewife would include

Moodboards:

Christmas with Bob

Springtime with Bob

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Fics:

Dancing In The Dark, Alight by Fire

Halloween Imagine

Headcanons:

misc Hangman headcanons

SFW alphabet

Moodboards:

Soft! aesthetic

New Years Eve

Small town romance

Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson

Fics:

Everything, Everything, and the Search for Reclamation

Hold Me, Flatter me

Halloween imagine

Wintering together + falling in love (original ask/prompt)

Headcanons:

misc Cyclone headcanons

Dad! Cyclone (+ Wife! reader) headcanons

SFW alphabet

NSFW alphabet *18+ Only*

dating an autistic!Reader would include

Helping you avoid a meltdown

Dating headcanons

Childhood headcanons

Moodboards:

Wintering together

Pumpkin patch

Pete “Maverick’ Mitchell

Fics:

A Bad Day for Love (But a Good Day for Flower Shops)

Halloween imagine

Headcanons:

SFW alphabet

NSFW alphabet *18+ Only*

Moodboards:

Christmas with Mav

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

Headcanons:

Phoenix as your girlfriend

Moodboards:

Vacationing together

Springtime with Phoenix

Mickey 'fanboy' Garcia

Headcanons:

Fanboy as your S/O

Javy 'Coyote' Machado

Headcanons:

SFW alphabet

Moodboards:

Domestic life

Ron 'Slider' Kerner

Fics:

Rebel Yell *18+ Only*

Headcanons:

sfw alphabet

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Headcanons:

Dating headcanons

Series

When Duty Calls - Cyclone x reader

The Little Things - Dagger Squad (+ Cyclone) x reader

Playlists:

*Shoulder Shimmy* - Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Love Notes and Vinyl - Robert “Bob” Floyd

Red Hot Blooded American - Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Rebel Without a Cause - Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Heatwave - Ron “Slider” Kerner

Strawberry Wine - Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe

Summer at Fightertown USA

General Headcanons:

Top Gun characters as (non alcoholic) drinks

Where I think Top Gun characters grew up

Music Top Gun characters would listen to

The Dagger squad plays laser tag

Rooster and Cyclone's kids' being best friends - AU

What i think Top Gun characters order at a coffee shop

Other:

Departure - icemav

Incorrect quotes

DUNE

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

Fics:

Creature *18+ Only*

Crawl *sequel to Creature*

Headcanons:

Competing for your affection (Feyd-Rautha & Rabban x reader)

Gurney Halleck

Fics:

Narrow Honor

Stilgar

Fics:

Nectar *18+ Only*

Glossu Rabban

Headcanons:

Competing for your affection (Feyd-Rautha & Rabban x reader)

Other

Preferences:

How they react to you suddenly kissing them

How they react to your arranged marriage

Tom Cruise

Fics:

In Demand - Tom Cruise x reader x Jon Hamm

Moodboards:

Being an F1 driver and dating him

Elvis Presley

Fics:

Casting Spells

Headcanons:

SFW relationship headcanons

NSFW alphabet *18+ Only*

Outer Range

Royal Abbott

Fics:

Something Domestic

Masters of the Air

Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal

Fics:

Love is a mystery

[danpuff-ao3]

Snaco Recs

This is one of those ships where if I wasn't so devoted to my OTP, this would be the one for me. Snotty rich kid and his poor snarky professor? C'mon. That's hot. And with that...these are some Draco/Severus fics I very much enjoyed!

Safe Place

by A_factorygirl_69. Rated: E. Words: 887. Underage. Angst.

It's not about what Draco needs.

Reclamation

by Arsenic. Rated: E. Words: 1,442. Valentine's Day.

Challenge: Draco/Snape, corsets, must include music.

Words

by Arsenic. Rated: G. Words: 730.

Snaco moment

Hell and all Its Wonders

by calrissian18. Rated: M. Words: 7,008. Jealousy. Possessive Behavior. Beltane. Poison. Warning in notes.

Poison courses through his veins. It always has, only these days it’s quite a bit more literal.

Necessary Tools for a Spy's (and Malfoy's) Survival

by DeeplyBuriedSkeletons. Rated: E. Words: 4,717. Psuedo-incest. Godfather Severus. Humiliation. Virginity loss. Dub-con. Rape/non-con elements. Forced exhibitionism.

With Draco's failure to smuggle Death Eaters into Hogwarts it was another mark against the Malfoys. As punishment, the Dark Lord demanded he be fucked and humiliated in front of his inner circle. When Lucius refused to participate, Severus once again stepped in to save them. Whether or not he had ulterior, personal motives for fucking his godson was irrelevant. He would do what was necessary to protect Draco to the best of his abilities, and while the circumstances were far from ideal, no one ever claimed Severus was lacking adaptability.

Nasophilia

by Femme (@femmequixotic). Rated: M. Words: 996.

If Draco were completely honest--and why on earth would he ever wish to be--it was the nose, you see.

Refraction

by Femme. Rated: E. Words: 3,305. Crossdressing. Genderfuck.

Mirrors keep Malfoy secrets, you see.

Screwed

by glacis. Rated: E. Words: 2,250.

Draco's plan doesn't quite work.

Nine and Sixty Ways

by goseaward. Rated: T. Words: 7,130.

There is always more than one possibility. Or, what could have happened after the end of Half-Blood Prince.

Custard Tarts for the Tart

by iamisaac. Rated: E. Words: 2,378. Dom/sub. Dub-con. Postwar.

After the war, there are precious few jobs going for ex-Death-Eaters. War-hero Severus, however, finds one for Draco...

Gaze

by Lokifan. Rated: E. Words: 4,319. Rentboys. Dub-con.

Draco knows he shouldn’t say yes, but he can’t afford not to.

Sparking Like the Perfect Match

by Lokifan. Rated: E. Words: 29,955. Student/teacher. Dub-con. Deathly Hallows AU. Hogwarts 7th year. Light dom/sub.

After Potter’s escape, Draco and his family need protection from someone the Dark Lord likes. Headmaster Snape gives it for a price: Draco’s cooperation in an unexplained Beltane ritual.

How to Ask a Question

by madeofbees. Rated: E. Words: 22,790. Student/teacher. Hogwarts 8th year. Light angst.

Draco has wanted Severus since he can remember. On Valentine's Day of his eighth year, he finally works up the courage to ask for what he wants. Or does he?

Shall we descend once more, my Hades

by megyal. Rated: E. Words: 10,219. Forced bonding. Podfic available.

From the request: Later schoolyears, possibly seventh year | In return for killing Voldemort, Draco is given to Snape, to become his concubine. (Prompt: The Myth of Persephone)

After

orphaned. Rated: T. Words: 1,076. MCD.

It is a singularly odd sensation to grieve when one is intangible.

Trappings of Privilege

orphaned. Rated: E. Words: 16,892.

It's Draco's seventh year at Hogwarts. Carrow wants him. Snape doesn't.

Not Such a Superman

by torino10154. Rated: E. Words: 199. Rape/non-con. Underage.

[No summary]

Quite Naughty

by torino10154. Rated: E. Words: 200. Student/teacher. Underage.

Unbeta'd. Written for adventdrabbles Prompt 7: "Naughty or Nice or Don’t Ask."

[5-7-9]

NEW FUCKING HEADCANON 💢

After getting released, Bane wanders the streets when suddenly he smells something familiar. It’s a local Latino restaurant. He goes in and orders multiple dishes. Of course, he could barely pay it all since his new job was only recent and he needs to save it up for later, so he promises to repay it soon (ethically if you’re worried). He eventually does repay them, and thanks them for the food. “That was my second best meal I had ever had in my entire life. The first time was when an old friend of mine in prison snuck me some of his family’s homemade cooking. The guards held grudges against me. So when they found out about what happened, they punished him severely. Even so, that one moment was special. Unfortunately, even after getting out and becoming a mercenary, I could not rest. That truly was the best food I had ever had in a long time. Thank you.”

Sob story over, the restaurant’s chef and workers sympathized. They welcome him for him and his friends to come over anytime. Although they can’t afford to give out free food, they trust he’ll repay them. They also offer to teach him about other foods, and if he wants, how to cook!

(Fair warning I do not know anything about Latino culture)

(Feel free to imagine tons of Spanish words and cuisine because I couldn’t write it in myself)

[onboardsorasora]

,

[bloodgulchblog]

Horrible thought:

Becayse hes so competative, civie John has a non 0 chance of being a Gamer.

Maybe? Idk, I haven't really thought about that for an AU.

But, like, cause it's a stupid hour of the night and I'm awake, if you want my actual thoughts about civvie AU John:

John would've grown up in Elysium City, which was the capitol of Eridanus II. The planet was a notorious hotbed of dissension against the UNSC up until it was glassed (and I wouldn't be horribly surprised if the UNSC still isn't wildly popular with the reclamation population to this day.) There were various and sundry rebel problems in John's home city, like all the time, while he would've been growing up.

The glassing took place in 2530, when John would've been 19 years old.

It's kind of impossible to say with certainty where a person would've ended up in life based on a brief snapshot of what they were like at age 6. But I feel like John's sheer natural size even without Spartan augs, predisposition toward physical activity, and competitive spirit would've been very attractive to either side of the conflict on Eridanus II. Someone would have wanted to recruit that young man.

I think it's down to what influences he would've had, what specific things he saw and thought about on his homeworld, and depending entirely on which rhetoric got to him first. He either would've enlisted, or wound up falling in with an insurrectionist group. And if that choice hadn't narrowed down for him by the time he was 19, maybe he had better influences (like parents) who loved him and advised him to stay out of it and he listened, the fall of the planet (if he survived that) and what happened to him and how he felt about it would've easily radicalized him in one direction or the other.

Join the UNSC for vengeance against the Covenant?

Join the rebellion for vengeance against the UNSC for its policing of your homeworld for decades and final failure to save it when the Covenant came?

Two sides of a coin.

[rmd-writes]

FIC REC FRIDAY

tag a fic that starts with the first letter of your name and describe why it's so good. then tag some fellow associates to see what everyone else is reading. the broader the fandoms the better and don't be shy to rec older fics! make sure to tag #fic rec friday or @welcometololaland so that she can compile the masterlist.

Schitt’s Creek

Red, White & Royal Blue Jays by @grapehyasynth - is this cheating? Maybe, but I read this this RWRB AU before I actually read the book and it was instrumental to me deciding to read Red, White & Royal Blue so it holds a special place in my heart. For those of you who love the book, Grape does a great job of taking our beloved Schitt’s Creek characters and making the themes of the book work with them, without just replicating the book itself.

Red, White & Royal Blue

Reclamation by @indomitable-love - in which Alex & Henry (and the rest of the Super Six) return to the lake house for the first time since the events of the book. I don’t know what to say about why this is so good, I mean, it’s an indomitablelove-verse canon fic, of course it’s amazing. It has everything, relationship feels, Super Six found family feels, some hot smut and so much love.

911 Lone Star

Fun fact: there aren’t many fics that I’ve read in this fandom that have titles starting with ‘R’

The Ring In by @welcometololaland - Looking back, I’m really not quite sure how Lola, ifyoustay and I managed to get this posted on such a tight schedule - lengthy chapters being posted weekly, delivered to my inbox on Friday night/Saturday for a beta read to be posted on Sunday night (our time). The result is a fic that is as unhinged and chaotic as we are, but it’s a whole lot of fun!

Tagging: @iboatedhere @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @lightningboltreader @howtosingit @danieljradcliffe @celaestis1 @sarcasticslothy @hippolotamus @treluna4 @jesuisici33 @rosedavid @maxbegone @cha-melodius @three-drink-amy @orchidscript @clottedcreamfudge @fitzherbertssmolder @never-blooms @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses

[meaninglessblah-writes]

2023 Annual Wrap-Up!

Here’s the 2023 wrap-up, in case you missed it…

Current word count: 1,386,078  

(up 103,887 words from last year) 

2023 Events:

Snap My Choker (BruJay Zine)

A Love Story (BruJay Zine)

Service, Please (Riddlebat Zine)

Vulnerable (Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne)

Minimum Wage (Fast Food Zine)

Maturity (Damian Wayne Zine)

Incentive (DCU Rarepair Exchange)

Ceasefire (DCU Rarepair Exchange)

Extraction (WilsonDick Winter Exchange)

Chiaroscuro (Batfam AU Zine)

You're holding the knife, I wish you would cut to the chase (Batfam Kinkmas Exchange)

New Fics:

Perspective (Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne)

Shoot Your Shot with Nightwang & Scandalsavage (Roy Harper/Jason Todd)

I'm Afraid Of All I Am (My Mind Feels Like A Foreign Land) (Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson)

Convalescent Vow (Retributory Shroud)

Pleated (Hockey RPF: Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick)

Borrowing (Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake/Jason Todd)

Caught Red-Handed (Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson)

Viscera (Retributory Shroud)

I'm The Bottom If I'm Not On Top (David Cain/Slade Wilson)

New Art:

Adonis (Dick Grayson)

Pothos (Tim Drake)

Anteros (Damian Wayne)

Zephyrus (Conner Kent)

Flash Fics:

Appeal (Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne)

You Are Enough (Tim Drake & Jason Todd)

Private Show (Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne)

Reclamation Project (Tim Drake & Jason Todd)

Gentle Enough To Bruise (Joker/Jason Todd)

Sweater Souvenir (Roy Harper/Slade Wilson)

Loose Tongue (Tim Drake/Jason Todd)

Thigh Highs (Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson)

Run-In (Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson)

Taking Turns (Tim Drake/Slade Wilson)

Star-scarred (Tim Drake/Jason Todd)

Rougher (Tim Drake/Slade Wilson)

Two For Flinching (Harvey Dent/Jason Todd)

Open (Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne)

Delicious Predicaments (Stephanie Brown/Talia al Ghul)

Vertigo (Dick Grayson/Clark Kent)

Fountain (Apollo/Jason Todd)

A Short Jump (Tim Drake/Tim Drake/Slade Wilson)

Claim Me (Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne)

Kettlebell (Dick Grayson/Roman Sionis)

Give Me Your Worst (I'll Take It) (Dick Grayson/Roy Harper)

Model (Tim Drake/Jason Todd)

Partition (Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne)

Eggplant (Stephanie Brown/Jason Todd)

Tundra (Dick Grayson/Clark Kent)

Eyes On The Road (Jason Todd/Slade Wilson)

Idol (Tim Drake/Bruce Wayne)

Distance (Apollo/Midnighter/Slade Wilson)

Bring To Heel (Talia al Ghul/Slade Wilson)

Scope (Tim Drake/Slade Wilson)

Updated Works:

Stripped, Chapter 5

Check Yourself: Art Collection, Chapter 7

An Honest Mistake, Chapter 7 & 8

The Agency Maid, Chapters 2 to 7

Gift Works:

Guilt (Retributory Shroud, for arsenicgreen)

Tying Knots (Retributroy Shroud, for snowinthestars)

Regurgitate (Tim Drake/Jason Todd, for Anonymous)

Read & Recommended:

In the Desert by forestgreen

Acquisition by boyswonder

Kiss, Kiss, Fall in Love by walkerofthestars

Inferno by cadkitten

Skull by clarityhiding

eat your young before they eat you by sharpbluejay

Mistress by Reagy_Jay

Date Night by Anoonie

Winner's Room (Holiday Edition) by cadkitten

Blue Eyes Shining like the Sea by anotherDeadRobin

Ribbons and Bows by khthonicEcho

Come and open yourself up to me by Reagy_Jay

Salt And Copper by OkayAristotle

broken the same way by LizzieMack

A natural by forestgreen

Control by Valmouth

love to praise me, hate me, shame me by LizzieMack

Pretty Boy by JupiterMelichios

your bets on red by kuro49

Related/Inspired Works:

Seasonal Ficlets by arsenicgreen, inspired by Retributory Shroud

Meditations on the Nature of Ice by arsenicgreen, inspired by Retributory Shroud

Thomson AU by arsenicgreen, inspired by Retributory Shroud

No Atheists in the Foxhole by arsenicgreen, inspired by Retributory Shroud

Minimum Wage by litrapod, a podfic of Minimum Wage

[unironicallycringe]

Posting here briefly, as though I'm whispering an aside on stage

Ive been hitting high highs and low lows. With everything that's associated with my particular trauma, a lot of dark thoughts got unearthed during The Incident. It's just been a raw nerve constantly. It's not something I normally think about with a lens of negativity, but that's what's been happening because a lot of irl issues got tied up in this for me a long time ago and I feel like I lost some progress very easily. I can gain it back of course. It just takes time and some work, and trudging though fluctuating breakdowns. Right now it's like ... when I interact with my AU there's an rng encounter roll that determines if it triggers that or not. It's like a sudden intensity of guilt and self-loathing, thinking I deserved what happened to me as a teen (I didn't), that people online will gossip that I condone it as an adult (I don't), and that I am a bad person because I'm writing what TeenageMe needed and wanted to see (I'm not). Then when that begins the spiral, I feel terrified that the resulting emotional instability will turn people away from me, so I isolate in an effort to "get rid of myself first". And that's not a healthy coping mechanism - it's one I had overcome for several years. It's ok though, it happens. Recovery is not linear. I'm neither a wholly bad nor good person, I just am a person with many facets and experiences and that's what it means to be alive and human.

It's my silly little story with my silly little ship, it's my reclamation and no one is allowed to stain it like that for unfounded reasons, so I shouldn't let that happen.

A while back I wrote this as a journal exercise to process a lot of those feelings, but didn't post it on Tumblr or anything. Im just going to share it here now because it feels right, I think. It's relevant to how I feel again now as I'm back in this spot, but it's helpful to revisit as catharsis.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49619650

Thanks for reading, I'm still going to be distant here for a while because I can tell the wound is still very much re-opened. Have a good day/night in the meantime