#and keeping it to snippets only

[themeraldee]

It's very hard to choose between different nuggets of pure gold buuuut I am gonna ask for sneaky peak of At Your Service because I know what it is and I love the idea so much 😤❤️ ~ @anotherhomelanderblog

Hiiiiii thank you for the ask ❤️💗✨❤️💗✨

This is the one and only (well I'm sure that's not true) Android AU fic that I've been talking about. It's @witchyclipse's and my second child. (first is roman empire but I do not have enough to talk about that - neither did u request that)

So. I don't want to spoil too much though I have very little written for the actual story. So I'll give you 2 sneak peeks. 1 is from the actual fic and the other is a little snippet I wrote for myself bcs I was too impatient to write allll the way to the right scene 😂 Plus it probs wouldn't be in the fic anyway. Just a little self-indulgence in between the bigger more delayed self-indulgence.

Have this silly bit from the snippet:

“I was worried you were going to sleep till noon again. I’ve been trying to wake you up for a while.” He pulls back with enough give in his hold to allow you to turn around and face him. His one arm is still under your neck and the other moves and settles on your waist. “How dare I get a good night's rest, huh? Shouldn’t you care about my wellbeing?” You stare into his unnaturally bright blues and you can almost see him computing what he spits out next. “I do. You’ve slept for 8 hours and 23 minutes. You’ve spent a healthy 25%, about 125 minutes of it in the deepest sleep. That’s the ideal ratio for a healthy adult in accordance with health organisations and sleep studies.” Like your personal walking and talking health tracker, Homelander automatically keeps track of any and all health readings you give him access to. Knowingly or not. “If anything, it would be unwise of me to let you oversleep.” “And?” You roll your eyes playfully, already familiar with all of his new quirks. “And I was lonely.” “There we go, that’s more like it.” He gives you the cutest boyish smile you could imagine an adult man to pull off. He doesn’t really get that it’s meant to come across as a sarcastic jab rather than the praise for being truthful he reads it as. 

Aaaaaand lil bit from the actual plotline:

You sign a few more boxes, only half paying attention to what you’re signing, more interested in the package two other men were dropping off in your front room. One of the boxes you signed has you agreeing that the package arrived in pristine condition. How could it not. The hard-shell of the box looks downright bulletproof. The only weak spot being the Vought logo debossed into the front of the shell. “Thank you.” You nod with a smile, giving back the small device. Without much fanfare they make their way back to their truck, leaving you there with an instruction card in your hand and a new shiny toy to unbox. You shut your front door, stepping back further into your house to finally approach the monstrosity. It stands out like a sore thumb in your warm home and you’re starting to regret ever caving in with this purchase.

Weeeeeeee there you go! I love this fic so much and yet I've barely put any time into writing it!!!

Someday... I hope 😂

[oh-no-its-bird]

Here before and after me chapter 4 ??? So soon ??? In this economy ????

More likely than u think...

[kakushigotofanclub]

Sanemi and Obanai have the most important character dynamic in KnY to me right now and I so badly want to write queerplatonic saneoba fic but I feel like my writing style depends so strongly on dialogue that I just can't do it because it would 100% be an unsaid thing. Like I envision their relationship would be something like...

'I hate everyone, but I can tolerate being around you. I might even. I might even LIKE being around you, actually. But there's no way in hell I'm gonna admit that, so we're just gonna pretend it's a coincidence we spend so much time together. We just happen to be in the same place all the time. But I'm not attached to you and I don't get worried about you or anything like that. At all. Ever. That would be stupid, so don't get any wrong ideas (but god just please be careful I don't know what I would do if I lost you.)'

You know. Like cats.

[teehee-vibes]

Finally started listening to Riptide, new hyperfixation just dropped

[disappearinginq]

🌹 for any wip you like!!

I'm on a roll for Slow Horses so why change? :-D Anyway, this is from the first fic I started in this fandom, where River goes missing for a week, but rescues himself before Slough House manages to find him. Instead, they get a call from a hospital saying they have a patient who gave them this number to call for next of kin, and this the first time Louisa and Lamb see River in the hospital.

It’s not even that he looked worse now than any of those other times. Duffy did a more than fair number on him after the Tiger Team incident, and then River had the good luck to finish the same day off with being blown up. For weeks afterward, he’d hobbled about with a broken ankle and ribs and a concussion while the bruises and cuts turned spectacular black and purple, before fading to a sickly green and yellow.

But that was the difference.

River was up. He was walking, he was talking, he was even taking the piss out of Lamb and the rest of Slough House. He may have looked like absolute shit but it was equally as obvious he would be fine, once the injuries healed.

He wasn’t up this time.

River was always pale, but now he looked ghastly, the whiteness of his skin only interrupted by the violent red and purple of old and new bruising. His reddish hair spiked in odd directions thanks to a line of stitches that started almost at his eye and ran up his temple and near mid-scalp, and to be perfectly honest, the stitches weren’t looking too great, either. The agent looked haggard, worn down, years older than his 28 years, and yet somehow, painfully young.

One wrist was bandaged in pristine white gauze, but the other drew their attention with grotesque fascination. It wasn’t in a cast, but it was clearly broken, swollen and puffy to the point it looked almost cartoonish, which wasn’t helped by the violent shade of red. But the part that made both of them stare longer than appropriate was the metal contraption around it.

Well. Around wasn’t quite the right word.

More like through.

A rod several inches long was positioned over his wrist, held aloft by four pins that disappeared into River’s skin and into the bones below.

He’d only seen an external fixator once before, and while he was aware what they were for, they still looked like instruments of torture as far as he was concerned.

[stygiansauce]

🦃 morning / afternoon / evening!

Scarian is the classic <3 ive only written them once for a friend and it took me… months… got stuck on one scene and avoided it for ages (and then got into taurtis x grian but that’s another story)

Cub and Scar being brotherly and inseparable is soo <3333 everything to me. Have you read “closer to another shore”? Oh my god. Changed my life. And scar and Cub within that book… absolute peak. Devoured it twice over and once more on top of that. Very much recommend if you want to tear your own heart out and crush grian like a bug!

ooo! I'll have to give that one a lookie!

I have this whole scale AU for Scarian that I'll write one day. it's bound to be my hardst work yet (yeah including the historial research and mapping nightmare that is Dealing Despair), because Splinter is one of those fics you have to plan every single scene out to make it all come together in the end.

My goal with Splinter) whenever I get around to writing it, it is to have like a fraction of coolness Birrdie's as above, so below has?? It's still one of my favorite fics of all time and I strive to write an AU like that one day. Splinter isnt the same thing? it's like a past life kind of thing, but the part im trying to emulate from aasb is the "oh something is happening here...I am scared of it" vibe.

Eitherway, if you want a good Grian fic (with some Scarian) THATS the fic. This is the fic I give to all my friends new to the fandom/to fanfiction. I shove aasb and Dirges in the Dark at them because those are the two fanfics I want on my shelf YESTERDAY. Like physical copies. (I am working on that actually....)

OKAY I'VE YAPPED ENOUGH! Time to clock in for the writing shift today <3

[inafieldofdaisies]

Last Line Tag | Tagged by @ellswips and @socially-awkward-skeleton ❤️

"See. I was right about the rain." John's lips quirked up into a smirk as he reached out to grab her hand and pull her along to keep up with his pace, "Yes, my little weather forecaster. Right, as with so many other things." Sabrina's pointed look just made him let out a laugh, "You're way too cheery, Seed. I expected misery, not-", she waved her free hand in his direction, "this." "We're almost at the dock, Deputy. About to submerge ourselves in more water, rain's only speeding up the process." "You're not about to make a 'wet' joke, are you?" A dark look came over his features and dissipated as quickly with a shake of his head, "You've been around Hartley far too much." "Jealous?", she couldn't help poking him a little. "Yes, I've been dying to hang out with him. Ever since he set my lawn on fire. A fiery "NO". Original." She couldn't decide if the glances she kept stealing his way or the casual statement were at fault for how her foot caught on a rock along their path, threatening her balance if it wasn't for his grip, "WHAT?" "He denied it, of course, claimed innocence.", John waved the idea off, "Like I don't have him on tape-"

Tagging, @lilywatt @simonxriley @derelictheretic @kyberinfinitygems @cassietrn @strafethesesinners @strangefable @voidika @josephslittledeputy @trench-rot @purplehairsecretlair @carlosoliveiraa @cloudofbutterflies92 @killyourrdarlingss @shellibisshe @aceghosts @vampireninjabunnies-blog @la-grosse-patate @katsigian @dumbassdep @imogenkol @josephseedismyfather @direwombat @simplegenius042 @raresvtm and anyone that would like to share something ❤️

[dykekarkat]

wrote another 1k words. slowly losing my mind. here's another omegaverse andreil snippet. bone apple teeth.

This is what he needed, proof of Andrew’s trust and attention as he plays Neil’s body like an instrument. It overwhelms his earlier thoughts with the pure sensation of Andrew against him, and Neil vows he’s never letting go. 

“Andrew,” he mumbles, “Andrew, Andrew I need-” 

He gets distracted by the hickey being left on his neck, unable to finish the thought. Neil tugs Andrew back and away from his neck, dragging him into a kiss that puts molten heat into his veins. 

When Andrew pulls back Neil lets him go, taking in the pure black of his eyes, the barely there blush to his cheeks and ears. 

“Tell me. I’ll give it to you,” he says it like a secret, like a promise, like even now he can’t believe Neil is real. 

The words claw their way up his throat, but Neil isn’t ready to bleed yet, not here. He chokes on it, struck speechless by the conviction in Andrew’s eyes.

The lights and music fade back in as he remains frozen, and suddenly Neil can’t stand to be surrounded by the crowd any longer, the eyes he’s sure he can feel. He dives for Andrew’s neck, burying himself in the comforting scent as he breathes it in like oxygen. 

“Take me home,” he whispers and trusts Andrew to get them there.

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

William has a size kink. As he pounds you into the mattress, he fucking loves that bulge on your stomach. "Do you feel me inside of you?" he'd ask, keeping his hand steady on your stomach. "Yeah, you're just gonna take it aren't you?". You'd moan in response, your body arching into his. He'd continue to thrust, your body trembling with pleasure. He'd reach down and grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back as he pushed inside. Somewhere in the distance Alex caught them again lol

oh god 😵‍💫

william is the size kink king!!! he absolutely loves seeing the bulge in your stomach when he’s balls deep in you, pressing down on the outline to drive you both crazy

he loves feeling like he has you caged in

the initial push of his cock head in your tight cunt is like ecstasy, when he has to stretch you out again after a few days of him being on the road? that’s his favorite because it always makes his cock swell and thicken inside of you

he keeps you pressed in certain positions that make you feel even tighter and when you clench around him it’s all he can do not to come in seconds

“big stretch, älskling, okay,” he coos as he punches into you in one quick thrust

“you can take it,” he murmurs when you whine that it’s not going to fit (your favorite game, pretending that this is the time you’re going to have to tap out) “take every inch of this dick”

he doesn’t care who can hear you when you’re moaning and shouting his name - the feeling of his cock being strangled by your cunt is too good for him to worry about anything else

(and alex, when he gets a little bolder, a little cockier, comments “y’know, i’m taller than willy, bigger in other places too, if you need more of a stretch”) 😌

[redo-rewind-if]

Hi everyone! Ready for this week's progress report? (●'◡'●)/

Next Update (Chapter 5):

A Friendly Chat 😇: 100%

A Typical Workplace Meeting: 100%

Hold On, Who Invited You?!: 0%

Eavesdropping Made Easy: 0%

The World's Worst Date!: 5%

Another section complete!! Woohoo!!! And with that out of the way it's onto the next part, which is... honestly essentially "A Typical Workplace Meeting" part 2 electric boogaloo with a side of August. So... fun times!

Oh, and as a heads up, my brain a bit fried at the moment so I think I'll likely take a break from writing next week. Gotta give the ol' noggin some time to recuperate every once in a while, y'know? :p

[prince-liest]

CRAWLS DRAMATICALLY OUT OF THE SCREEN

I HAVE DONE IT! I wrote the entire next chapter of Once Bitten today! 6k words later we are finished! I'm gonna edit and post tomorrow.

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

Harry was starting to wonder if this was really such a good idea. So he asked again, “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Of course I am,” Tom snapped over his shoulder. In his defence, it was the seventh time Harry had asked, and though Tom didn’t get nervous about things like most sane and reasonable people did, Harry had taken to hovering over his shoulder while he worked. Which, Harry knew, was undoubtedly pissing him off.

“Alright, alright,” Harry huffed and crossed his arms. He surveyed Tom’s delicate transfiguration work, and slowly, they both watched as the match stick he’d stolen turned into a needle. The point was far sharper than anything Professors would ask of their students, but Tom seemed pleased with his handiwork nonetheless. “It’s just - when I’d mentioned doing this, I was thinking more along the lines of getting it done by, you know, a professional.”

Tom’s nose scrunched up; he looked vaguely offended. “Harry, you act like I wouldn’t be able to do a much better job than some muggle would. It’s not exactly complex in theory or practice.”

“Yeah, well,” Harry side-eyed Tom up and down, “can you blame me? I’ve never seen you so excited before—and you’re literally going to stab me.”

Shifting on his knees, Tom turned around to look up at Harry. He raised a single eyebrow, “And? This was your idea.”

Harry sighed and aggressively rubbed his hand over his face, skewing his glasses. He could hardly argue, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try. “I just thought getting my ear pierced would be wicked, Tom. I mentioned it to you offhandedly and in some sort of confidence. I didn’t know you’d get off on it-“

“I do not get off on it, Harry-“

“-and offer to pierce it for me,” Harry finished with a glare, crossing his arms.

Tom frowned as he got up—it always surprised Harry how close in height they were; Tom just gave off this looming and towering aura that made Harry feel oddly short, this time being no different—and held up the finished needle. He slid his gaze over Harry’s face and eyes before scoffing, “It’s not like you’d have someone like Weasley do it. You could hardly trust that oaf not to accidentally puncture your neck.”

Harry rolled his eyes, “And I can hardly trust you not to puncture my neck deliberately.”

There was a small moment of silence. Harry’s eyes narrowed as Tom tilted his head, slight and considering—great, Harry, give the arsehole more nefarious plans to ponder—and shuddered as Tom’s eyes traced his neck.

Tom shrugged with that cool indifference he used in everything. “You’re safe from the needle,” he simply said.

Slowly, Harry could feel splotchy colour bloom to life on his cheeks, creeping red roots burrowing down his neck and shoulders. And he noticed the immediate shift from Tom’s aloofness to satisfaction.

Tom spoke with a nearly hidden, smug smile, “Now sit down, Harry. We don’t have all day.”

[cybershock24601]

Date Night

Rook had to check Maps three times to be sure she had the right address but the imposing wrought iron gates in front of her were apparently the right place even if Rook couldn’t even see a house behind them. Well, only one way to find out for sure, Rook thought as she leaned out the window to punch in the gate code Lucanis had texted her and thankfully it worked.

As Rook drove Bianca down the long cobblestone driveway she came to the firm conclusion that Lucanis definitely lived here and this sort of elegant opulence was exactly the sort of home she would expect a guy with the sort of firm opinions on artisanal coffee and proper thread count sheets to come from. Also that the landscaping here was absolutely immaculate. The hydrangeas were the just the perfect shade of blue and Rook knew from Harding’s trouble with them that it was tricky thing to do.

Finally, Rook reached what must have been Lucanis’ house which was less a house and more of a mansion and less of a mansion more of an actual fucking castle. Oh yeah, this place was explaining a whole lot about Lucanis’ odder idiosyncrasies.

Not that Rook cared too much about that as she put Bianca in park and hopped out of the car with the giant bouquet she dragged Harding with her to pick out. Rook had thought about getting something more original than some red roses but Lucanis appreciated the classics so two dozen red roses it was.

With a skip in her step and the accompanying jingle from the chains hanging off her belt, Rook approached the imposing carved wood double doors and took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. Rook didn’t even have time to start getting nervous standing outside in her scuffed up Docs and second hand outfit in front of such an imposing manor before the door was wrenched open to reveal Lucanis.

With Lucanis all dressed up with his hair slicked back, beard trimmed, and in a suit that did amazing things to his figure, Rook thought she could be forgiven for panicking and thrusting the bouquet right into his chest with a high pitched, “For you!”

Lucanis let out a soft little oof but took the roses with delicate care and looked at them with the softest, sappiest smile Rook had ever seen him wear before he looked right back at Rook with those lethally big, beautiful brown eyes of his eyes as he said in a gentle, quiet voice dripping with barely contained joy, “Rook, you shouldn’t have.”

Rook barely stopped herself from doing a little fist pump at Lucanis’ reaction because she clearly knocked it out of the park with the bouquet as she watched Lucanis gently stroke the petals of the roses. Instead of doing anything to embarrass herself, Rook managed to play it cool and say “Of course I should have. Would this have really been a proper date without flowers?”

Rook’s cheeky little grin disappeared quickly as Lucanis pulled Rook into a gentle kiss that had her closing her eyes and leaning into it as much as she could without crushing the flowers between them. It was far from their first kiss but it still tasted just as sweet, like honey and lavender cream.

Rook broke the kiss with a sweet little giggle and brought her hand up to Lucanis’ chest and ran a finger down the soft fabric of his suit, “You’re looking sharp tonight.”

“And yet I still don’t look nearly as radiant as you, mi vida.” Lucanis said as he took Rook’s hand in his own and brought the back of it up to his lips for a gentle kiss. Rook could only let out another lovesick giggle.

In one smooth motion, Lucanis transferred the roses to hold in the crook of his elbow, hooked his other arm with Rook’ own, and pulled the door closed with his foot before rushing them both out to the car, “I think it’s time we got out of here.”

Rook followed along easily as Lucanis lead them back to the car but couldn’t help teasing Lucanis, “What’s the rush? Are you just that excited to get me all alone?”

“Of course, Rook. However it would also be best if we got out of here before my family decides to make an appearance.” Lucanis said as he opened the side passenger door.

“What? Afraid I’ll embarrass you in front of them?” Rook asked teasingly as she walked around the front of the car to get to the driver side.

“No.” Lucanis said vehemently as if the idea of ever being embarrassed by Rook was anathema. “I just don’t want them scaring you off.”

“Lucky for you then I don’t scare easily,” Rook said with a wide grin as she plopped down in the drivers seat and stuck the key back into ignition. Do not embarrass me now, Bianca, Rook thought as she willed the worn down car to start as she turned the key. Luckily Bianca had her back and started up on the first try.

“You have not met my grandmother, Rook. She’s a scary woman.” Lucanis said as he settled into his seat, still softly clutching the roses to his chest. He probably should have put them right in a vase but he wasn’t willing to risk the chance of his family showing up by taking the time to do that.

“But you have met me, and trust me, it would take a whole hell of a lot more then one scary old lady to make me leave your side.” Rook said as she took Lucanis’ hand and laced their fingers together. She met Lucanis eyes with a brilliantly bright grin and gave their hands a squeeze before detangling their fingers to put her hand on gear shift. “So, are you ready to hit the town?”

Lucanis just let out a joyous laugh and said, “Yes. I am just hoping this place has a good selection.”

“It’s a wine bar. I feel like it should have something to satisfy even a wine snob like yourself.” Rook said as she started driving back down the cobblestone driveway.

“I am not a snob. I simply have high standards.” Lucanis said with an imperious sniff, “However seeing as Emmrich recommenced the place I am willing to give it the benefit of doubt.”

Rook only laughed and the two of them set off into the night.

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Meanwhile, the third floor music room of the Villa Dellamorte was completely silent except for two quiet clinks as its two inhabitants set down their opera glasses at the same time and shared a Look between themselves. The entryway of the house might have blocked their view of the door but they still got a clear look at Lucanis’ mysterious sweetheart and the... atrocity she rode around in.

No words were exchanged as the two stewed in silence at the scene they had just witnessed. Finally Illario simply could not take the silence and exclaimed, “What was that? Did Lucanis really put on Armani to ride around in some clunker that should have found it’s home in a junk yard a decade ago?”

“And that outfit! Who needs that many bracelets? I could practically hear the jingling from up here! And what sort of freak walks around wearing that many skulls on them? Mierda!” Illario said as he jumped up out of his chair to pace around the room, muttering under his breath all the while at every fashion faux pas and crime Rook committed in the less then five minutes he was saw them for.

“Oh my poor boy, where did I go wrong?” Caterina asked softly as she put her hand to her forehead and bemoaned her grandson’s taste. She had introduced him to so many well mannered and well bred boys and girls over the years and he went and picked one right out of a Hot Topic dumpster. Caterina just thought that Lucanis had high standards but it turned out he just had bade taste.

“And the car! Did you see those bumper stickers? Who slaps on a sticker that says ‘I eat sand’ on their car? I think I saw about six coexist bumper stickers on that thing!” Illario said as he whipped back around to Caterina to keep complaining. If Illario ever cared to ask Rook about that, she’d be able to tell him the very long story Varric told her about how Bianca ended up with covered with so many coexist stickers that involved at least two trips to the hospital over the span of six months, but Rook had no excuse for the I EAT SAND one, that one was all Rook.

Caterina held up a hand to halt Illario’s ranting mid stream and said, “We must do something about this. Do you know if Viago’s cousin is still single?”

“The fuck up? I would have to ask.” Illario said, a bit confused as he was sure Caterina could not stand the kid.

“Do so. Anyone would be better than that one for Lucanis.” Caterina said with finality as she stood up to retire to her room with what would likely be an entire bottle of wine to help her cope with the night’s revelations.

[fistfuloflightning]

The lights of the bamboo house were still lit even at this hour and the doors cracked to allow the summer night wind to blow through, but that was no guarantee Ming Fan was still awake. Luo Binghe’s hands gripped tighter around the medicine chest he’d received earlier from a Qian Cao disciple. Ming Fan had been difficult when they’d both been disciples, and was now doubly so now. It could have been easily blamed on his unstable cultivation, but Luo Binghe feared it was something else. Even at the door, the uneasiness made him hesitate. Lamplight striped gold across his face as he gazed through the cracked door. Ming Fan sat by one of the lamps, looking unnervingly fragile, staring tiredly at the moths fluttering around the golden glow. As if in a trance, his hand rose and softly closed around one of the creatures. He brought it close to his face and examined it between the cage of his fingers. “All you want is warmth and light,” Luo Binghe heard him murmur, “but it’s so easy for you to burn, isn’t it? To destroy yourself over something you could get even from a distance.” A tired laugh and those thin fingers released the moth to flutter back to the lamp. “Foolish.”

this scene has been living in my head rent free for so long (and on my computer) so I’ve finally drawn out how I envisioned it

[pseudepigraphon]

been reading master keaton and really enjoying it

[oldshuffledeckarchive]

everybody is in sprite re/design/tweak hell right now