#and it's made it a better fic

[grapenehifics]

WIP Wednesday

I don't mind admitting I've struggled* with this chapter (like the fact that I haven't updated this fic for eight months and counting isn't enough of a clue) but I am making PROGRESS and I am PROUD OF IT and so here is - once again - a little snippet to tide you/me over.

“I spent some time last night going over our options, and I’ve come up with a plan,” Anakin started, once they’d finished both eating and cleaning up from breakfast and waited for Owen and Beru to start their chores, and also waylaid Obi-Wan from trying to join them to help with the chores. Anakin had accomplished this by telling him it was ‘an urgent strategy planning meeting’.

(Anakin would make it up to him later, he told himself. They’d left the war so that Obi-Wan would never have to sit through an unwanted strategy planning meeting ever again, and here Anakin was, scheduling yet another. But once they were off this rock they’d be done. Anakin would get him a little house with a garden out back, maybe, and Obi-Wan could play in the dirt and conduct experiments on ground worms to his heart���s content while Anakin tinkered with cleaning droids or any other damn mechanical part he could dream up. At least until one or both of them got bored.)

Ahsoka quirked an eyebrow, or the spot where she would have had an eyebrow if not for the fact that Togruta don’t have eyebrows, which had to be an expression she’d picked up from all the humans she hung out with. “When? We were supposed to all be asleep last night.”

Anakin waved his hand, glossing over the fact that he’d done this and then gone to sleep, but only for two or three hours. “Doesn’t matter. Do you want to hear my plan or not?”

*'struggled' past tense makes it sound like the struggle is not ongoing. Have struggled, am struggling, will continue to struggle. But we persevere!

[lgbtlunaverse]

Nothing will dispell the "the curtains were just blue" myth faster than writing something yourself, because the amount of pretentious symbolism i am putting in my silly little fanfics is ridiculous. I mean SO much with these words, literally every single one of them. This fic has twenty five typos and zero correct uses of punctuation but if there's curtains you bet your ass I put thought into what colour they were.

[tossawary]

I just know in my heart of hearts that in "Star Trek" at one point, there was some moral panic somewhere on Vulcan (among the uppity sorts) because Human culture was "infecting" the local youth with their overly emotional, destructive, unproductive, frivolous, and uneducational ways.

And what was actually happening was that a bunch of Vulcan kids got really into 23rd-century "Minecraft" or something.

Small Vulcan child @ another Vulcan child: (in a tone that sounds flat to Humans but angry as hell to Vulcans) "You have compromised the optimization of my fortress. I am having an emotional urge to blow up your house... in Minecraft."

[newttxt]

my march 2025 fanart for fanfic is from

Crawling under skin, my heart offered up to the feast by unacalluna (u must be logged in on ao3)

i rly love this au concept (im a sucker for forensics…) and i was rly cheering luffy on as she tried her best to seduce permanently-married-to-her-work law ☺️

please please please leave comments and kudos for the author too!

[shouyuus]

OH MY FUCKKK. college roomate!vi is fucking killing meeee. the last one made me literally squeal when i read about vi's vape 😩😩 i am a silly little smoker myself and i was wondering if you'd write something about vi introducing reader to smoking? like one night they're sitting and talking on the couch, maybe watching a movie or something and vi whips out her lost mary (i KNOW thats what she'd smoke) and reader asks kinda out of nowhere to have a hit, and vi laughs a little and then teaches her how to use it (it is an art form), and their faces keep getting closer and closer and they're basically kissing because they're hitting from the same vape, right? RAAAHHHHHH 😩

college roommate!vi cinematic universe not me having to google the brand but yES ur rite she woULD

+18, no sex but vape usage, mdni

"l-like that?"

"yeah, just like that -- breathe in -- hold it -- breathe out --"

you let out a soft groan, the "cherry peach lemonade" flavored smoke slipping from the corners of your lips in streams, vi's eyes flickering down and back up again, her own lips parted, her pupils dark.

"it's -- it's a good flavor," you say, blinking as you hand the vape back to vi, who grins and takes a long hit, leaning back slow, one hand on the vape, the other slung lazily across the sofa back, letting the smoke unfurl from her mouth. you watch, mesmerized as she rounds out her lips and blows out little smoke rings just to make you laugh.

"yeah, it's nice," vi says, her voice soft as she glances back at you, at the way your eyes have gone just a bit hazy. she leans forward, tugging your chin towards her with a thumb and forefinger, a mischievous grin sweeping across her face.

"open your mouth for me, pretty girl."

you do, letting your mouth fall slack as vi takes another long hit and blows the smoke into your mouth. like this, you can feel the cool of the smoke, the warmth of her breath, the strange duality sending tingles shooting down your back, a coil tightening in your gut as you breath in.

your lashes flutter as the high slips through your body, the weightlessness gathering in your loosening muscles.

"i-i've seen people do that before --" you say, grasping for something to fill the strange, ethereal silence, "at parties," you clarify, hoping for... you're not entirely sure what.

vi chuckles, "yeah? it's called shotgunning. it's... a bit gentler than just taking a hit straight from the vape so --"

she pulls you towards her again, this time, you lean in and your lips are so close you can feel the heat of her skin against yours.

you open your mouth without her prompting, and you don't miss the way her pupils dilate at the motion. and just for a second, you can taste your own heartbeat -- the sweet cherry peach lemonade tang of it at the back of your throat -- before vi's blowing another steady stream of smoke into you and you're breathing it in, tasting her -- wondering if her lips would be just as sweet without all the flavored smoke --

"there... think that's enough for you for tonight?" vi asks, pulling back with a grin.

you lick your lips, glancing at the tv screen.

"we've missed like... half the movie."

vi laughs, grabbing for the remote, "yeah well. we were busy. luckily, there's a rewind button."

you keep quiet as she rewinds through the parts of the movie the both of you missed, your mind a berry-tinted haze of half-formed thoughts. you inch closer to her, pressing your thigh to hers, letting your head drop onto her shoulder.

"thanks, vi," you say, your eyes cast towards the tv but not really seeing it at all.

she stills beneath your touch.

"what for, princess?"

you nuzzle your head deeper into her neck, "nothing just... glad you're here."

after a beat, vi curls an arm around your shoulder and gives you a squeeze.

"i'll always be here, princess. whenever you need me. and even if you don't. got it?"

you giggle, closing your eyes and letting the bright neons of the movie play out behind your eyelids like the passing of so many days and nights.

"i'll always need you, vi... even if you think i don't." and your voice is so, slow, honest. so honest that vi feels her chest squeeze. she settles for brushing her lips along the seam of your hair.

"then i guess we're stuck with each other for the long haul, aren't we princess?"

you let out a sleepy little laugh, nodding.

"yeah. guess we are."

[superhoeva]

being in a bad mood and jack abbot helping you by fucking it away.

the man's got you pinned at the edge of the bed and pounds into you from behind, rendering you gasping for air and all but helpless.

he had spotted it instantly–your bad feelings in the form of frown-twisted eyebrows... tense shoulders... short, clipped tone and even shorter fuse. whatever trepidations had wiggled their way onto you nerve, latching and eating at your mood, jack shoos them gone with ease.

both of your arms are pinned behind your back, held snug by jack as you groan with every pummel of his hips. stoke by stroke, it's all stripped away. the layers of anger peel themselves from you, leaving only the full feeling of his cock slicking itself deep inside your hole. stretching you with a sweet burn and nudging at the spot that steals your breath with no intentions of returning it.

the bed rages beneath you, clunking and shaking almost as bad as your wobbling legs. jack senses the balance you're loosing with a single scan, pausing balls deep inside you to shift you closer. he tugs you right up against him, front pressed into your back, arms wrapping tight to hold you steady.

"'ve got you, sweetheart," he promises, voice gravelly thanks to the way you flex around him even tighter like this. choking his cock and making it weep as it squelches along your walls. a kiss plants at your shoulder, lips remaining in a wet press against your skin as jack resumes his thrusts, your ass clapping against him in unhurried, filthy smacks. "just keep taking it, yeah? lemme keep makin' it better..."

when the speed starts to pick up again, it's almost too much–just what you need. you feel the thick of him all over, your entrance starting to cream and spasm, engulfing you inside an intense wave that makes you feel as if you're touching another universe.

jack plucks your peak from you with quicker but deep thrusts and a slew of praises.

there we go. there you are. bein' nice and sweet for me again, just how i like. needed someone to fuck you nice and deep, huh? take your mind off things...

after you come, you're putty. weeping and begging jack to keep fucking you because you need to come again and wanna feel him stuff you full of the load you know he's been holding back. he shushes your tears with soft coos, forcing his thrusts to reach a new, relentless depth inside you.

jack rambles lowly the entire way to the next finish, promising that he'll fix whatever it is every time. just come to him and he'll make it better. clear the clouds away and return the sun to your skies with an endless lasso and sturdy tug.

he finally releases his load with long groans, dragging another leaking orgasm out of you as he clings to your figure with a reassuring embrace.

the two of you collapse onto the bed, jack atop you in a warm smother as you struggle to remember why you were so upset in the first place...

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[beraths]

authors note: fair warning I think the last time I wrote something (outside of the self indulgent fic living in my google docs) was many many years ago but this stupid tiktok (@myouux) message moved me enough to write something about it :D

dividers by cafekitsune!!

You stare at your phone like it just confessed a crime.

may god send you terrible men till you choose me

the message reads, timestamped at 2:47 AM

No follow-up. No emojis. Just that. A perfect little act of emotional terrorism, dropped into your night like a lit match.

You shouldn’t be surprised, he’s always had a flair for the dramatic. The kind of man who weaponizes charm like it’s second nature. Who shows up exactly when you’ve almost stopped thinking about him, tugging at the thread of you until something unravels.

You should block him. Or ignore it. Or laugh, maybe. You’re not quite sure yet. But you have to pretend your heart doesn’t stutter when his name lights up your screen. Pretend you don’t still feel him in the shape of your solitude.

Instead your thumbs hover over the keyboard like they’re waiting for your pride to get out of the way.

you’re awful

The typing bubble appears almost instantly.

you love awful

You roll your eyes so hard it hurts. But your chest aches too, and you don’t know which one is worse.

He sends another.

have they all been that bad?

You hesitate. Then:

worse

There’s a pause this time. A long one. Long enough that you almost put the phone down, until it buzzes again.

good. keep suffering then. till you get tired. till you come home.

You bite your lip, hard enough to taste copper. You hate that he says home like it’s something you can just return to, like it’s waiting. Like he is.

And maybe he is. Maybe that’s the problem.

Because the worst part isn’t that he sent the message.

It’s that you saved it. Tucked it away into a corner of your heart where the rest of him lies.

© beraths

[benevolenterrancy]

I absolutely love just how many time-travel fix-it fics there are in this fandom

[plagueislost]

“its like a museum in here…”

[sparticus2000art]

I made the somewhat questionable decision to spend the last two days slapping out a bunch of character portraits to pop into a planning document for a personal project I’m working on!

So here’s a bunch of au sans portraits.

Woooooo

Nightmare and dream by jokublog

Eclipse’s concept by llamagoddessofficial , design by me

Horror by sourapplestudios

Cross by jakei

Dust by askdusttale

Error by loverofpiggies

Killer by rahafwabas

[xiaq]

Pretty bold of you to put your AO3 handle in your Instagram bio. Especially when you’ve been writing there for 10+ years. I would never. lol.

Skill issue.

I have no guilt in my pleasures and no shame in my progress.

[ckret2]

this is how tbob went i think

[antiadvil]

hold on when did the subreddit add this rule lmao

[hannibard]

"We accept the love we think we deserve" and all that 🤷🏼‍♀️

[fallisl1fe]

"I'm hiding in the blue, safe between the clouds"

— Hiding in The Blue by TheFatRat

Here's the sketch (w/ background) :3

[romatito]

been thinking about my pirate au antonio and emma. that is all.