#because i'm too lazy to crosspost

[paenling]

paenling's phic directory :)

DARK/ANGST:

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Psychosomatic — Danny gets a paper cut. It isn't just a paper cut. Warnings: ghost hunger, vomiting, body horror, sensory overload, panic attacks. Pairing: none. Words: 3,358. Complete (1/1). Part 1 of Vice AU.

Momma's Boy — The Wisconsin Ghost kidnaps Madeline Fenton. Plasmius saps Phantom's last reserves of energy. Danny Fenton tears Vlad Masters apart. These are not coincidences. Identity reveal. Warnings: ghost hunger/cannibalism, graphic violence body horror, dissociation, self-harm, PTSD. Pairing: none. Words: 63,207. Complete (10/10). Part 2 of Vice AU.

The Miracle Year — “I feel like shit,” he finally says. It lacks the slapdash eloquence of a proper existential crisis, but Danny decides he’s kind of over that. Post-reveal. Warnings: ghost hunger/cannibalism, body horror, disordered eating, PTSD. Pairing: none. Words: 7,095. Incomplete (1/?). Part 3 of Vice AU.

the art of backmasking — For the first time, Valerie and Danny are totally honest with each other. Identity reveal. Warnings: none. Pairing: Danny/Valerie. Words: 7,467. Complete (2/2).

Deucalion — A month after the funeral, they saw Danny again. Frankenstein-inspired corpse/full ghost AU. Warnings: child death, grief/mourning, dehumanization, child abuse/neglect, corpse desecration, non-consensual body modification/drug use, homophobia. Pairing: none. Words: 5,631. Incomplete (1/5).

a fort of lovers' teeth — Ghosts wanted attention from the living, but Paulie had vanished without a sound. Something was wrong. Pain Train AU, inhuman ghosts, eldritch/cryptid Danny. Warnings: graphic violence, dehumanization. Pairing: Paulina/Star. Words: 9,114. Complete (1/1).

FUN/FLUFF:

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Things To Do Instead of Rest — Maddie felt like she could understand him again. (Learning to love your weird dead son.) Warnings: None. Pairing: none. Words: 2,198. Complete (1/1).

softest sleep — When Danny has bad dreams, he goes to Tucker. Warnings: none. Pairing: Danny/Tucker. Words: 538. Complete (1/1).

Skating On — Nobody told Valerie about the winter truce. (Gift for SummersSixEcho for the 2022 Phandom Holiday Truce!) Warnings: none. Pairing: Danny/Valerie. Words 9,315. Complete (1/1).

OTHER:

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Space Case — Not quite consumed but too sick to stay human, Danny only escaped death by choosing exile instead. Warframe crossover feat. Infested!Danny. Warnings: body horror. Pairing: none. Words: 2,027. Incomplete (1/?).

Raising Hell — A seemingly-routine errand for Clockwork puts Danny in over his head when he finds an alternate Amity Park plagued by demons instead of ghosts. Warnings: implied/referenced mind control. Pairing: Danny/Tucker (background). Words: 12,228. Incomplete (2/?).

Last updated: 2/8/23

[louwhose]

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[ghouligancentral]

Masterlist

The list of all my works all nice and organized is under the cut. These are also on my A03 account: jellybeam1meup (there are also more works in A03 but I am just too lazy to go back cross post them here, maybe one day) . Please note that some of these contain mature themes and/or explicit content. Those with such material will be marked (18+).

As always feel free to summon me to give me any of your fic/head canon ideas or just pop in to say hello.

/Hypno 

So far I have fics for: The Mandalorian, The band Ghost, Red Dead Redemption 2, the Bad Batch, and COD: Modern Warfare II.

Updated: 11/27/22

The Mandalorian -

Din Djarin

Series-

Your Gravity Holds me Down (Din x Fem!reader)

Chapter 1- the Ancient Sigil

Chapter 2- Not the Only Ones

The Band Ghost -

Swiss Ghoul -

"Lights, Camera, Ghoul" (18+)

Aether Ghoul -

"Come into the water" (18+)

Mountain-

"Good Boy" (18+)

"Sassifraga dell’Argentera"(18+)

Nocturne (18+)

Rain-

"Diving In"- (18+)

But I'm a Monster (18+)

Marking HCs

Dew-

No Deed Goes Unpunished (18+)

Domestication (18+)

Multiple Ghouls-

Aether & Rain

"Blue Light" - Aether X Rain X reader (18+)

Part 2 to "Come into the water"

Watch and Learn- Aether x Reader x Rain (18+)

Mountain & Dew

"Claws" - Mountain x Dew X reader (18+)

this is a link to A03 because I really didn't feel like copying all three chapters over

Swiss & Aether

"And Action..." Aether x Reader x Swiss (18+)

Part 2 to "Lights, Camera, Ghoul"

Rain & Dew

"Steam" - Rain x reader x Dew (18+)

Part 2 to "Diving in"

Rain & Swiss

Double Trouble (18+)

The Papas:

Terzetto - Papa Emeritus III x Reader x Omega (18+)

Red Dead Redemption 2-

Arthur Morgan-

"It's Show time Darlin'" (18+)

"Me? I need a vacation" (18+)

Series-

The Bandit - (rated M/18+ depending on chapter) (Currently working on Crossposting from AO3)

Chapter 1- The beginning (Mature themes)

Chapter 2- Star Gazing (18+ Smut)

Chapter 3- About last night (mature)

Facing the Past (mature)

Forget the Pain (18+ smut)

The Confession (18+ smut)

The Job- (mature/no smut)

Multipul-

"Just a little bit o' fun"- Javier x Reader x Sean (18+)

The Bad Batch

Series:

Find Hell with Me- Wester Au (Rated M) - Bad Batch X reader

Chapter 1- Wanna Find Hell with me?

COD: Modern Warfare II

Simon 'Ghost' Riley-

'On Your Knees' - Ghost x fem!Reader (18+)

John "Soap" MacTavish

"The Night Shift" - gn! reader (18+)

[thevillagegay]

Wishing Out Loud

crossposted to ao3

Synopsis:

Alcina is gone. Murdered.

Distraught moans ring throughout the castle, cries and wails shared by everyone in the family. Except for Miranda.

Tags: Alcina Dimitrescu/female reader, all the lords are here and present i'm just too lazy to tag, not mother miranda friendly, Character Death, Blood and Violence, not really graphic but maybe we'll get there, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Not Canon Compliant, canon? who's that, no really

Notes: TWO FICS IN TWO DAYS??? More likely than you think. ANygays, female reader with lots of angst because the fluff is not fluffing and lesbians just can't live laugh love in this village.

Also apologies for any mistakes I dont beta read almost ever so here, take your rations and starve

The dagger that was used on her wife was kept a secret, a myth among few. But one man had decided to act on a legend. After all, legends always ring with truths.

Instead of the fool going in recklessly like the others, he actually had a plan. The dagger wasn’t difficult to find, albeit having to sneak through a castle with a few loyal maids(who were good with knives) and two deadly women. The more difficult to please maids had helped him with that, because they apparently were living with monsters who never did anything for them.

The events unfolded not unlike this. Alcina had noticed a maid acting suspiciously, and decided it was nothing to worry about as she was most likely nervous about being brutally murdered for a mistake(which hadn’t happened in quite a while, mind you). 

She had gone to sleep a little earlier than normal after her wine had tasted off, and slept for hours while the man-thing broke in and stole the object of her downfall. As it turns out, nightshade acts less like a poison and more like a coma-inducing drug for genetically modified vampires. Who knew?

The daughters were at Donna’s house for the week, tending to her garden after wrecking it so they weren’t a problem. The maiden was easily called away while her wife napped to tend to a few projects she had as a surprise for Alcina. The only thing left to do was carry out the heinous act.

The nightshade had been quite effective, leaving her comatose for many hours. The man had gathered his courage and stabbed her in the side while she slept. The toxins forcing themselves into her bloodstream woke her with a scream of agony. The maiden quickly ran through the halls to their shared bedroom to kill whoever had hurt her beloved. 

The man realized his mistake as the maiden burst in and stared at him with a deadly rage. Her wife laid on their giant bed curling in on herself in an effort to minimize the pain.

The man didn’t deserve the normal punishment of being drained in the cellar and turned into both wine and a scarecrow, no that could come later. Instead the maiden reached for the small dagger and stabbed the man in the upper abdomen and dragged the knife down his torso to take care of him.

She was called back to attention by her wife’s antique wine glass crashing to the floor. Her arm was left outstretched, her eyes closed in agony while her mold-riddled body absorbed the deadly poison and further weakened her in her drugged state.

Her normally bright golden eyes were quickly dimming in the firelit room. Her grayish skin somehow getting paler in the feeble light given by the fire. Her hands let go from her abdomen and reached towards her wife. The dark red contrasted much differently in this situation than in most others since the blood was her own.

When was the last time I bled, Alcina wondered. Oh.

Now, her love was rushing towards her and holding her large frame close. Even though they were very different in size, Alcina’s wife was protecting what little she could cover of her quickly dying wife. Alcina laid her head back down on the plush pillows, bed sinking further with her weight. The precious embroidered dolls from their daughters were held close as Alcina closed her eyes and let the few tears that had collected on her long eyelashes finally fall. 

Her maiden thought that she was gone, no coming back. But before the inevitable, Alcina turned her head slowly and placed her large hand on her lovely wife's cheek for the last time. The way her lips were turning up as she smiled were forever etching themselves into her wife’s memory. 

“ Noapte bună draga mea. Noapte bună. ” Her final words were whispered as her eyes fell shut for the last time, the final tear streaking her pale face. Her wife allowed the tears to cascade down her cheeks for a few minutes before she thought of what she would tell the girls. 

Fortunately, she didn’t have very much time to dwell on her failure to protect her wife for very long, since Heisenberg burst through the doors only a few minutes later. The savage lycans must have been useful for once and informed him of the intrusion. His loud entrance into the room failed to rouse the maiden from her spot next to the bed as he rushed over.

His disbelief showed on his face, and where his words were once abundant they were left barren. Empty. Much like the corpse that laid on the bed. Once a powerful countess capable of crippling anyone in sight, reduced to a mass of poison filled blood. 

The woman laid on top of her lover for another hour, tears cascading down onto her wifes stained nightgown. Screams and begging echoed throughout the castle halls, maids and monsters alike quirking up their ears towards the chamber. Few of the maids were brave enough to travel up to the rooms, scared of the lycans and moraica traversing the halls in search of who had done it. 

Heisenberg and the loyal help in the castle quickly found the mole, keeping her in the darkest and most secure cell, surrounded by the monsters reaching through he bars to punish the traitor. They might have been mindless, but they held loyalty. And knew when someone had wronged their heads of house by the way they were treated.

Meanwhile, the few maids that had gotten to the room had started to coerce the woman away from the bed. She needn’t stay any longer provided she try to join her wife. They had Heisenberg move the body to the atelier, knowing she would be mostly out of the way until they could put her somewhere final. The knife was also given to the metal working man, to have in safe keeping and so he could melt it down with the wife at a later date.

Early the next morning the girls and Donna rode to the castle, and figured quickly by the excess of creatures roaming the usually empty halls that something was up. Upon hearing the news, the daughters had staggeringly different reactions. 

Bela was in disbelief, knowing that so very little could kill their mother, and just falling to the ground with her mouth agape. Few tears escaped the crestfallen face, hands held to her cheeks like her mother used to do. It took her several hours to even look at the body laying in the atelier, still thinking it was some cruel joke that her sisters or Uncle Karl had played on her.

Cassandra was explosive, crying violently as she dragged the dead man down to the cellar. Sounds of screaming from both the maid and herself were easily heard across the grounds. As wails echoing around Miranda’s church, townsfolk were terrified that another onslaught would take place. Cassandra’s only stipulation to having a first go at the woman was that she still had to be alive. She took that as a challenge to make her feel the most pain possible, knowing that it wouldn't even compare to what she felt at losing her mother.

Daniela immediately broke down, falling to her knees and crying so hard she ran out of tears. After that, she begged for her mothers corpse to reanimate as theirs had done so many years ago. She clutched at her mothers dress, gripping it so hard it was a surprise that it didn’t rip from the sheer force. Her futile attempts at seeing her mothers eyes again or feeling her arms wrap around her as she pretended to sleep continued, praying to whatever gods or deities would listen to please, please , bring her back just one more time.

Donna was more downtrodden than usual, despite her normal state of grief. Alcina had been like the sister she’d never gotten to grow up with, to have when she needed. Angie had lost her normal bubbliness. Her snarky comments ceased to ring throughout the rooms in search of the tall woman. She instead sat on Donna’s lap, curled into a little lump of wood and fabric, wishing she could cry.

Oddly enough, Karl was affected as well. He was more together than the rest however, knowing someone would need to take care of things since their main support was no more. He’d let himself have time to cry later, in the privacy of his factory. Throwing sheets of metal into the portrait of Miranda. Carefully rehanging the family picture they’d taken the year before. Yelling meaninglessly into the metal walls about how if only he’d gotten there quicker or left more lycans surrounding the castle instead of calling them away to spy on Miranda he could have prevented this. He could still have a sister. His siblings could be okay.

Her lover was numb. She couldn’t break down more, lest her children start to fear losing her as well. She kept a mostly stiff upper lip and made her rounds to the daughters, comforting and crying with each one as they tried in vain to process the loss of their mother. She stayed in the dungeon the least amount of time, knowing if she looked at that buffoon she would destroy every fiber of his being with her bare hands. She knew that all the time she had spent on making her anniversary present was spent pointlessly. She could have spent all of that time with her wife, holding her, talking to her, loving her . Instead now she got the man that killed her, the woman that helped, and her family in tears at the loss of their biggest support.

Karl eventually called Moreau, letting him know of the news and asking that come to show his support. He appeared in tears, his wooden crown missing and the growths on his back pulsing with every sob. He knew that Alcina would never forgive him should he ruin her carpet, so he stayed in the dining hall, curled up next to her large chair and wishing they could have just one more dinner, a concert, hell even a council meeting. Just wishing that she didn’t have to leave them.

The lords had rooms always made up for them in case of emergency, but they went unused and empty as they all cried together in her room. Moreau on the large plush carpet as his sobs died down, Donna cuddling the girls as they all held their respective dolls she had made when they were newly reborn. Her lover sat in her own chair, sitting in her wife’s would have been too painful to bear. Karl stayed closest to the door in a stiff wooden chair brought from the kitchen. Both himself and the widow had practically forced everyone to eat the bare minimum, knowing they would neglect to take care of themselves in their grief. Few words were exchanged as everyone knew what they were all thinking. 

Why can’t she just come back? 

Please.

Just one more time. That’s all.

[anarchy-and-piglins]

When you post on ao3 do you also post on your other platforms at the same time? I am asking because I actually have an account on FanFiction so it’s easier for me to get to -Kitty

I do also have a fanfiction.net account where I crosspost all my stuff (same username). I do this more out of habit (I used to be a ff.net kid lol) and as a backup just in case. FF.net is inherently the worse site for dsmp/techno fic - and fic in general - because I'm forced to post everything under the Minecraft tag and there are no character tags - or ANY tags! And the summary has a super small character limit. Hate that.

I also have a habit of going onto my AO3 fic and editing them after having posted them (mainly stuff like fixing grammar or wonky sentence structure). And I'm often too lazy to add A/N on ff.net. For those reasons I would highly recommend reading my fics on AO3 rather than ff.net if you can. But like, if you really want to read them there I can't stop you :kekw: /lh

[nostalgia-tblr]

AO3 Alternatives & Me

I don't think AO3 is going anywhere but I am given to worry and doubt and it's always best to have backups and I know many of us as wondering where we can put things in case AO3 either dies or we don't want to continue supporting the archive or whatever, so:

All my Dr Who fic will continue to be on A Teaspoon And An Open Mind, where I have been posting since 2003 and I know who runs it and I like them and if anything I have more DW stuff there than on AO3 because I am too lazy to delete things. As everything is already there this involves zero additional work for me, yay!

I am starting to crosspost my Star Trek fics to Ad Astra, filling it with back-catalogue works and I shall probably just put everything there not just the ones I am still keen on, because someone else may like those things and anyway I might as well. This may take some time but it's something to do at least.

AFAIK SquidgeWorld will take any fandom and it turns out I already have an account there from 2004 (wtf?!) so am probably gonna put as much there as I can because I might as well.

I would advise against following me (or whatever it's called) on Ad Adstra and SquidgeWorld at the moment as you would just get spammed by my valiant attempts to 'diversify my portfolio', which is a capitalism term that I don't understand at all but it sounds good so I'm gonna use it for this.

I can no longer remember how the fuck fanfiction.net works and they don't take Adult-rated works which means not everything could go there anyway and so my account there will most likely continue to gather dust and feel neglected.

[farfromdaylight]

with twitter being, as u know, Twitter, i think i might move some of my ff14 posting here... i will probably use a tag (i'll come up with one later) for all the random stuff i end up doing. unfortunately twitter is the easiest way to post photos from my ps5 but i can always repost them here, so.

anyway, for posterity, here's what i'm up to in ff14 right now:

working on various achievements for catboy... i'm close to high roller, i just need to go back to chocobo racing and like, ugh. also working on shb relics, in theory. i joined a group to do potd runs for the weapon achievements and it went quite well for our first attempt, so i'm looking forward to that. also like, raiding and stuff...

leveling dancer on reis 100% for the level 89/90 glamour. i have priorities. after that i'll probably finish leveling sage... then warrior or reaper, idk. i don't feel super motivated to level on her now that i have her amaro, but i do want at least one of each melee (striking/maiming/scouting) at max for glamour, so.

leveling warrior on rune so i can go back to my endwalker replay. i boosted and story skipped her only to realize i want to play warrior instead of gunbreaker, whoops. her canon class is def gnb, warrior is just so much smoother to play in dungeons.

idk i think that's it for now. i have other alts (...i have a lot of alts) but i'm not super jonesing to play the others right now. though i do want to go back to my lalafell at some point. mostly i like bouncing around because each one is a little different to play, immersion-wise.

i also want to do more gposing... i've been a bit lazy with it recently, esp after the gshade debacle. i'd like to really test out some of the newer filters i've gotten and experiment. i'm not adept with posing and i don't really enjoy that part of it, but i love love love shaders and making the game really pop. (i like gposing on console too, especially with how limiting it is and how that breeds creativity, but i wish we had more filters...! catboy always comes out the wrong shade of orange.)

man, i missed rambling about shit in longform posts. i do it on dreamwidth some (and i might do some crossposting) but i missed tumblr, despite its own mess. there's something cozy about being here.

[hungry-hobbits]

i'm just gonna crosspost my wwdits ep 9 rant from twitter to here so excuse/ignore the formatting cos i'm too lazy to change it but like:

absolutely fucked what they did to marwa and guillermo ep9 - like i dont understand why any modicum of character development nandor gets has to be nerfed by the fact that he just wont grow up from an unchanging uncaring moron who chooses not to see his actions are wrong

nandor is my favorite and its misery inducing to see any positive change in his personality continue to get erased by him doing something twice as fucked up than the last thing he did EVERY season. any growth and love and friendship between guillermo and nandor is always ruined by nandor. and at this point i'm like - if nandermo doesnt become canon thats fine, i'm not one of those babies crying about being "queerbaited" (what) by the writers because they thought this was the "nandermo show" and not a show about 5+ separate people

like i'm so sad that they hinted at freddie all season, finally had guillermo come out, then used the 2nd to last ep to not only introduce but do away with freddie and ruin guillermo's life again - AT THE EXPENSE OF RUINING MARWA'S LIFE TOO?? WTF DID SHE DO???

i dont necessarily agree with the people saying that nadja got fucked over for no reason because she was taking heavy advantage of baby colin and was abusing all of her workers and acted like the club would work w/out colin or the wraiths and was *SO* awful to them, i think the biggest issue w nadja is that like nandor she really benefitted from zero character development. out of everyone its laszlo who actually got *better* which is saying something considering his past actions. like even guillermo didnt really get much development - okay sure he came out which i love but i mean he still wont be independent, ultimately unless the last ep changes this he'll just stay in the pattern of leaving and coming back over and over because nandor manages to nice his way back into guillermo's good graces somehow

i have hopes for seasons 5 and 6 that maybe guillermo will finally start truly standing up for himself re: lasz and nadja, but esp nandor and FORCE nandor to make good on his promise - with or without the caveat of nandermo potentially becoming canon. like nandermo becoming canon isnt why i watch the show, its a fun little "will they/won't they" that's been hinted @ bcos of their strange relationship - believe it or not people can have weird sexual tension *without* ever ending up together, that doesnt mean you were lied to

anyway i mean overall i enjoyed the season, it has numerous numerous great moments and hopefully ep10 will make the misery and woe of ep9 pay off in some way or else we're gonna have to wait a year or two to see how that pans out...............

[kalpasio]

Quikflip

In Which Kalpas Does Some Fighting, And You Take Off His Shirt

A Kalpas x reader fic crossposted on my ao3

Chapter 8 below!

Oh I know I'm going to get myself in trouble with this chapter name. Nothing happens, I'm sorry to disappoint, it was just too good to pass up.

As soon as you entered the training room, all eyes were on Kalpas. Some seemed to be trying to identify a threat, while others were being a bit too appreciative of his battlesuit. The man beside you seemed completely unbothered as he led you both to a holo-room—though you supposed odd looks were normal for someone who caught fire regularly.

Inside there was a small observation room that you headed towards while Kalpas stood looking bored in the middle of the room. Once you had set up your equipment and ensured everything was good on your end, you turned to the console in front of you to set up the practice program.

“We need to make sure the battlesuit works both in this form, and while you’re on fire, so we’ll start on a low setting and work our way up. Any questions before we start?” You had run this test a hundred times, so you easily fell into the more professional speech pattern, allowing your mind to focus on the screens in front of you.

With Kalpas letting out a scoff and settling into a fighting stance, you started the training program and began making notes. The first level of the program went fast, and you had a hard time noticing any issues with the suit. Through the second and third levels, the only issue you could see was that the suit was a bit tight across his ass, which you were definitely not staring at.

On the fourth training level, your sensors started beeping at you that the super-magnets—along with some other systems in the suit—were failing due to the heat. Just as you were about to cut the training program, you saw a wave of fire that signified Kalpas changing forms.

The sensors continued flashing for your attention, but now it was because there was no data to read. Any part of the battlesuit that wasn’t the shirt or pants, was gone; and while you certainly missed seeing a shirtless Kalpas, you had to applaud yourself for making armor that wouldn’t simply melt off.

Relying on your eyes to see if anything was wrong made you a bit nervous, but Kalpas managed to get through the rest of the training regiment faster than you’d ever seen. As soon as the program shut down, you began compiling your notes and data while waiting for Kalpas to cool off.

A few minutes later, you left the observation booth and asked, “how’d it feel?” He had caught his breath at this point, and honestly looked bored more than anything.

“Fine,” was his only response which made you groan.

“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I can’t fix it.” Kalpas just scoffed and turned away, but you could see him pulling at the tight shirt of his suit. It dawned on you then that he was used to fighting with no armor, suddenly wearing something so tight was probably making him uncomfortable.

“I noticed it seemed too tight in some places, I can let the seams out a bit, or get rid of parts if you want?”

That got you a lazy hum and you gave up trying to get a full response out of him. “You look better without a shirt anyway,” you joked, assuming he would continue ignoring you. Instead, his head jerked to look at you over his shoulder, though you were too busy typing up notes to realize.

“Get rid of it.”

That got your attention, and your head snapped up to look at Kalpas like he was insane (which…wasn’t necessarily a long shot).

“Your shirt?!” you asked, incredulous. Giving another hum, he continued looking you over, acting like he had just asked you about the weather rather than undressing him.

“You can’t just walk around without a shirt!”

“Oh?” he turned to face you now, looking amused, “why?”

“That’s—I mean I can’t stop you—”

“No, you can’t little mechanic,” he was suddenly too close, and you both stared at each other for a moment. “The suit is…too fireproof,” he continued.

“You want me to do what—unfireproof the shirt?”

Kalpas hummed and you could feel it go through you, even though you two weren’t touching. You took a step back and began typing furiously on your datapad while forcing down a blush. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“I’m keeping this,” he said, and then was gone.

How the hell am I supposed to correct the pants when he’s just taken them, you panicked for a moment before giving up. It had been a long day.

A day or so later, you finished the shirt, and ran though the tests again. With everything working fine, you ended the meeting by telling Kalpas he could leave his pants in your workshop, and you’d have them done by the end of the day. He didn’t respond (shocker), and you never got the pants.

Now that he had a battlesuit, you saw him less, which you expected, but you still felt a bit lonely. Sakura still came in, but it wasn’t very frequent, as more often than not she would volunteer for a series of short missions, and then be dragged on a mission with Kalpas, only coming back for a day before re-deploying.

Normally, you would have used your work as a distraction, but Sage had recently broken up with one of the other mechanics and the both of them were picking up extra requests to bury themselves in work. Sage had walked into your shop, taken your project list, and left you with nothing to do but mope.

When you heard there was an emergency deployment, you jumped at the chance to do something, which of course came back to bite you in the ass. Timothy was leading the mission, so when he found out you’d be supplying the gear, he took that as an excuse to talk to you. You largely ignored the man as you walked around gathering supplies and making tweaks when necessary.

At some point you realize the list was longer than you had initially thought and some of the items were a bit suspicious. Someone who specialized in pistols and couldn’t even use a sword shouldn’t need this many close-range weapons. Already on guard, you tried to ask without tipping him off that something was wrong.

“So, what’s this mission for? I got the request from you but haven’t seen any briefing documents from HQ.”

“Oh, it’s all very need-to-know, so I can’t say. Just need the gear ASAP, babe.” The once irritating smile Timothy sent was now sickening and you weren’t finishing this supply list without some explanations.

“Yes, I’m aware some missions are ‘need-to-know,’” your voice was sharp as was your glare. “However, I’m part of the ‘need-to-know’ group because I need to know what the hell an agent wants with forty-seven of a weapon he doesn’t even know how to use.”

Timothy blanched and you could visibly see his pretty boy persona dissipate.

“I knew I should’ve gotten someone else to fill the request,” he grumbled, and you stayed silent, eying the smoke bombs on the table in front of you.

He was a good agent—annoying, yes, but you knew that if he got his hand son his pistols, you were as good as dead. Your best chance was to blind him and get the hell out. The shop had a bio-hazard lockdown that would trap him in there so long as you moved fast enough.

Mind racing, you heard the door open and took the distraction as a chance to grab one of the bombs, but before you could reach it, everything stopped. You didn’t even realize it, but you were frozen in place, and by the time you could move again, Timothy was on the ground with Kalpas standing over him and Sakura next to them both. It took you another second to realize.

Timothy was dead.

There had been no crack, no snap of bones, nor the sound of a blade being unsheathed. Nothing. One second he was alive, and the next he was on the floor of your shop.

As soon as you processed this, you took a step back, forgetting about the bombs in favor of covering your mouth as tears welled in your eyes. Cocoon was not the most…reputable organization, you knew historians would likely label you as a bad guy, but the thought of ensuring there would be a future to judge your actions gave you hope. You were well aware of what the weapons you supplied were used for, and you doubted anyone left in the world was a stranger to death, but still….

Seeing someone you had known for so long fall dead not even three feet away rattled you, and you were clutching to Sakura’s shirt before you even realized she had walked over to you. You could hear her speaking softly, and though your mind was too frazzled to even tell if she was speaking to you, it was comforting.

Kalpas’ heat never left the room as you stayed huddled in Sakura’s arms. You felt like a child, and you knew you’d be embarrassed looking back at this moment, but right now, this was what you needed, or you felt you’d fall apart.

1552 words Man I sure wish I knew what I was doing. Not in like a "I should take writing classes" way but in like a "I didn't even have this idea when I first started the chapter and then suddenly it was here and oh fuck how do I tie this all in" way. Anywhom. If you thought the last two chapters were short, get ready to be disappointed! Next chapter is only 500 words because yep!

[lethalfragmentation]

you know when u find a crazy good author on ao3 and then you happen upon their tumblr and find out out, oh shoot? they're an amazing artist too? woah. that is me with you

aw thank you for the kind words, anon! i'm glad you enjoyed my stuff :')

i'm always curious as to how people end up finding me because i don't tend to crosspost a lot out of laziness, lol

[vizthedatum]

Crosspost from Meta platforms: Bladder instillation outfit/selfie of the day (photo not pictured on this tumblr post)! And I also got flowers for myself afterward.

I’ve been flaring since yesterday and this morning was horrible (wrote this in the morning before my appointment today: https://www.tumblr.com/.../i-am-definitely-flaring...)

IC (interstitial cystitis) flares are so fucking dumb. But for me, they are indicative of how much stress my body is holding.

I feel better after the bladder instillation but still pretty fatigued.

—

I had a great weekend, and I don’t think I did anything too stressful except for push myself too hard with hanging out with my friends. I don’t regret any of those friend hangouts. I *do* regret ruminating about work and my future (outcomes that I don’t have control over). I do regret not resting more, with my limited time off.

The rumination combined with pushing myself physically to be socially and physically active probably exacerbated my already high stress levels from work last week.

--

For much of my life, I have put myself last as an uninformed means of survival and people-pleasing (or environment-pleasing?). In my mind, it was always a hustle; the following questions are a subset of what would run through my mind: when is the next class or meeting? what is the next goal I need to accomplish? how do I get people to like me and to love me? who do I have to talk to? what crisis is waiting around the corner? is my brother okay? why is my partner so embarrassed by me? I wonder if people will take me seriously this time.

Even when people gave love/care/energy/time to me (and I was very grateful that they did), I don't think I was receiving it in a healthy or balanced way: I'd either be desperately hungry for it (because I was starving, metaphorically), I'd chase it (because I was scared I wouldn't have it), or I wouldn't understand the boundaries involved.

I don't know if I trusted the right people to give me love AND to clearly articulate what the conditions were of that love. It is now a need of mine to know what the boundaries are - I'm autistic, and I have communication issues with people who aren't neurodivergent AND with people who are on different areas of the spectrum.

I am an external processor, and I need repeated communication that evolves with time as the situation changes. I will no longer be guessing when people need to enforce boundaries and don't tell me.

And I will no longer feel ashamed for people thinking I'm naive for being so vulnerable. I have a lot of lack of discernment (something I'm working on) and chaotic trust issues.

And I really REALLY don't care if people think I'm resting too much - I am aware that I need more rest than most, and I am so tired of being ashamed about it. Go ahead and think I'm lazy.

I need to prioritize myself more, is what I'm saying. As much as I want someone to love me (and many people do!), I need to pour into myself more. I need to ask for help more. I need to be able to say no AND to take a no. I need to understand when I feel disrespected by others and by myself... and act in my best interest.

Because I don't want to keep being traumatized. I don't want to push myself so much that I flare with chronic pain - sometimes my flares are random, but a lot of the time, it's because of stress, burnout, and masking. Diet and exercise DO ABSOLUTELY NOTHING when you're stressed out as much as I am.

[mafufuuuu]

i dont have a following here lol, just on ao3, but if you have somehow stalked me enough to find my tumblr, then heres some little answers to common questions.

IM SORRY I FORGOT WHO I GOT THIS FROM :/

How many works do you have on Ao3? 15

2. What's your total Ao3 word count? God i dont know, im too lazy to count. By rounding up and down on works I have 203K

3. What are you top fics by kudos? Thats a really fantastic question /j Probably my Fyodor / Nikolai BSD fic that I have crossposted here, or a Simeon / MC Obey Me! fic called "Lament."

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I ALWAYS DO OMFG I LOVE COMMENTS GIVE ME MORE <33

5. What's the fic you've written with the angtiest ending? I don't really write angst because it makes me cryyyy but I have one angst fic I wrote for a friend that was a SSKK fic, it had a kinda happy ending but everybody except the main pair died. It's called "The Pear Blossoms are Always Sweeter in Winter".

6. What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? Like- all of them? If I had to pick one it would be a Rui / Tsukasa fic called "From Heart to Soul and Back Again"

7. Do you write crossovers? Yes, not often though. Most of mine are unposted.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic? No, not yet. All of my stuff has "Don't like don't read" in the notes.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes. I usually write queer fics in general because I myself am a queer enby (masc leaning) person. because of this I think I write MxM smut the most often, follwed by FxF and then MxF.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yeah. And that stolen fic has more kudos than mine 😭

11. Have you ever had a fic translated? I translate my own usually, but I have a friend who enjoys translating my fics into Lithuanian for their friends. I usually help them because my Lithuanian is so-so.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Only once, and it was posted to Wattpad. I'm not sure if anybody could find it, but it was called "Collab Fic: 3 Minds, 2 Hearts.

13. What's your all-time favorite ship? Don't ever ask me that /j It changes so often I literally can't pick. I think currently it's Akito / Touya? It's the ship I'm currently writing for anyways.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? An original work that's well over 500K words but I'm too lazy to send it to a publisher.

15. What are your writing strengths? ... I write smut well according to my friends.

16. What are your writing weaknesses? Writing straight fanfic.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I do that a lot. I get some anger because I forget that not everyone can understand it-

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for? This is embarrassing but the Dream SMP!!! 😭

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? I haven't written for Minori / Haruka yet, but I have a WIP that I just started...

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? Jesus I hate to say this but a fanfic I wrote for my highschool Japanese textbook-

[zelandiangelo]

I'm so intrigued by the nails wip. I can't wait to read more!

OMG thank you..... I don't usually post on here when I put stuff on AO3 mostly bc I'm lazy and don't feel like crossposting aha >_< but if I'm gonna post bits of my writing here like this maybe I should start. Or at least link my AO3 in my header lol.

I'm glad you liked it too because I wasn't super sure of the quality of what I'd just written so this is really nice to hear, thank you again!! >_<

[historia-kq]

Some life updates + Vacation Semi-Hiatus

(Crossposted from Toyhouse because I'm too lazy)

Hey guys. Time for a life update. (teehee)

This month has been very busy for me. I've done so much attacks on Art Fight this year, and I had to stop just two days short before I fly to the Philippines tomorrow. I think despite the whole fiasco that's been happening with that site this year, this one is probably the most fun I had (and yeah there were a few people that broke my perms, but I don't want to get overly negative about it). I wish Axel and Turtle the best of luck running Art Fight in the future. That being said, here are some updates:

Regarding the phishing scam bulletin: I regret to inform you that I wasn't able to get the rest of the money I've lost from last week's Steam phishing scam (The first purchase of the $500 Steam Cards). Thankfully, I had the other purchase cancelled, but after trying to recover the rest of my money by contacting PayPal and G2G, I gave up on it. However, I still have my Ko-Fi goal open if people want to help me get all that lost money back to me. I greatly appreciate it.

On a lighter note, I finally set up a wiki for Mimosa and the Clocktower! It's hosted on WikiTide, and can be found here. I've been doing progress on setting it up, and so far I had created three articles that give an overview of Timesea, the magigon species, and berries (The rest were modules, page layouts, and templates). However, it's still a huge work in progress (I also want to change the wiki's layout + the Anissa theme is the only one that suits it orz), but I don't have the time right now to continue working on it, and I'll explain in the next bullet.

Lastly, I am gonna go on a semi-hiatus because me and my family are returning home to the Philippines tomorrow, meaning that not only am I unable to bring my good old Inspiron Laptop with me, but I'll also be very, very, busy doing vacay stuff. I'll still pop up whenever I need to, but as I said, I'll be busy for nearly a month. I'll hopefully get back to working on Mimosa Game once I return home, since I put development on hold due to Art Fight.

Anyways, that's all for now. See ya.

[minisugakoobies]

Messy | KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: smut, enemies to lovers (kinda), Brother'sBFF!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex (assume alternative BC), oral sex (f receiving), cum eating, Jin's mouth is as filthy as the rest of him

Word Count: 500 on the dot again

Disclaimers: NSFW, I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Your brother's best friend Jin is crashing on your couch. Things get messy.

Prompt: 40 “this isn’t what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you”

A/N: This one's for @hannahbee12719! Hannah, you are such a joy! I'm so glad I can call you friend. Thank you for always supporting me - and knowing exactly when to deploy a Jimin gif attack! 💜

Smut starts immediately after the cut, so gird yourselves.

Unbeta'd as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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“This isn’t what I had in mind when I yelled ‘fuck you,’” Jin huffs, his long fingers digging into your hips, grinding you down onto him.

“Well,” you pant, “maybe this will teach you to watch your mouth!”

“Why don’t you watch it for me?”

“What does that even me-” He swallows your retort with a sloppy kiss.

Everything about the man inside you is sloppy. Your brother’s best friend has been crashing on your couch all weekend - not because he needs a place to stay, but because he’s too lazy to go home. And your apartment is a total wreck because of him.

You break off the kiss, head falling back as Jin thrusts up into you. His hands cup your breasts as you writhe above him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans. “Wanna live in this cunt. Never leave.”

“Oh hell no, your messy ass isn’t moving in anywhere!” you hiss.

Normally, as long as your brother pays the rent, you don’t care where he goes or who he brings home. But Jin’s been the house guest from hell.

Beer bottles and snack wrappers lie everywhere. The tv blares at all hours. The hot water’s always gone before you shower. And this morning, you opened the fridge to discover he’d eaten the plums you’d been saving for breakfast.

He. Ate. Your. Plums.

That was the last straw. You laid into him about everything. He was all shrugging shoulders and flailing arms, shouting with those pouty lips, chest heaving as you stared at one another angrily.

Then his arms tugged you into his lap. You stopped speaking but your tongues and teeth continued to gnash as you kissed furiously. He grew hard underneath you, and his fingers found you wet and willing, and that’s how you ended up here, bouncing on Jin’s dick.

The only thing more irritating than the man currently fucking you is how much you’re enjoying it.

“Messy? You want me to show you messy??” Jin suddenly sits up, pounding into you with a renewed vigor as you gasp. “I’m gonna cover you in white. Your face, your tits, let it drip all over, hot and sticky.”

Despite yourself, his filthy promise makes you whine before you growl, “Don’t you fucking cum anywhere but inside me!”

That’s enough to push Jin over the edge, his rhythm stuttering as he moans, pumping away into you. With a final pinch of your clit, he brings you with him, and you wail loudly as pleasure consumes you.

Once you catch your breath, you slide off of Jin and lie back on the couch. “Well. Shit. You gonna clean up your mess now or what?”

Jin scowls. “Seriously? You want me to clean the apartment now?”

“I didn’t mean the apartment,” you inform him, thighs parting as you bite your lip. He quirks an eyebrow.

As you lace your fingers into his hair, you grin. “But you are going to clean this place up when you’re done here, too.”

© 2022-23 by sunshinerainbowsbts/minisugakoobies. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.