#crossing lines fanfic

[viivdle]

I stand before Cardan, and he looks mortifying in his beauty. He carelessly slumps down on the sofa in his chambers, blissfully unaware of my anxiety. Or, worse, blissfully aware.

“I ought to be mad at you,” he says, and I almost flinch at the sound.

“As I said, I didn’t kill my husband, Your Majesty,” my voice shakes, and I hold onto the hope he will think I am holding back tears.

“Yes, that would be correct. Your husband is sitting in front of you, well and alive. Is he not?”

viivdle productive era??

my ~1900w jurdan fanfic heaven and hell were words to me is out now!!

i tried something different with this one, hopefully it was a good something different

this fic is for @annamatix who i have the pleasure to call my friend. i hope this is just the right amount of "romancy"

happy ramadan<33

[saikonohero]

"Holy Shit!"

Another scene imagining from the great work of @whisker-biscuit "The Lines We Cross"!

This time two versions babyyyy, cause I didnt know which scene I liked the best. The laughing one or baby boy getting praised?? Both. Both it is. I just had to edit their faces, which was something I havent tried before on a drawing. I didnt like it at first, when I colored it, but after doing the lighting on this, it just hit that sweet spot.

Sorry for the spam on this, I should focus on some canon Sly fanart, but I still havent got through the first game. And my summer break will end soon, so I tried to draw as much as I could before I go to work again. Anyways, I hope you like it!

[wonderwolfballoon]

this might seem dumb but is a genuine question i have… is writing fanfic of mainstream content (Star Wars, Marvel, DC, LOTR) a form of scabbing? because everywhere i look the answer is different and it seems kinda… not really important to email SAG-AFTRA or the WGA to say “sorry misters but can i still write my silly little fanfic or would that be consider some sort of promotion for struck companies?”

Because they said cosplaying is sort of doing that and to please refrain from doing it, but fanfic? To my understanding fanfic is taking canon and saying “uhm actually, what if…” so we should be in the clear, right?

But then again we haven’t been in a position like this since the 1980s and back then social media wasn’t that… big of a deal (I know the writers strike of 2007/2008 happened but I wasn’t writing fanfic back then)

Maybe i’ll never get my answer, maybe is not wrong because i’m not promoting anything by writing X character kiss and fuck Y character and by putting them in situations beyond canon.

Maybe I’m just over reacting and I’m fine.

But if anyone has an answer, i’d like to know for sure, please.

(The image is a screenshot i found on twitter, i didn’t email SAG-AFTRA myself)

[rhapsodyred-writes]

Across Enemy Lines - Chapter 6

Finally, some progress.

[jessij1997]

"This goodbye?" He didn't look in his eyes but Ian know even through the closed door of the car, Mickey didn't have any hope.

Mickey was always a pessimism. Who could blame him? Rised by an asshole and loved by an bipolar. His life has never been on the golden side of the medal. Especially not now. When he flees from the feds, waiting for an answer from the love of his life to leave him for God know how long. Maybe forever.

His jaw tensed and his grip on the wheel tightened when he suppress the tears in his eyes and tries to swallow the lump in his throat.

He knew it. Ian would leave him. He has it done when he went to the Army, when he came back from his mom, he has done it when he lied into his face though the plexiglass in prison and he would do it now.

But Mickey couldn't help himself. He would always come back to him. Always coming back and asking if he was loved. Cause he love him. Ever has and ever will.

Always waiting of an answer.

You'll wait?

Is it a goodbye?

He was always a pessimistic person and never expected Ian would smile a little and throwing his backpack through the open window. Sit near him and smiled wider when he sayed "Let's ride".

But Ian does. He sits in the passenger seat and smiles.

They're not even drove a mile when Ian whispered "Stop the car". Mickey looked at him questioningly but obeyed immediately when he saw Ians smirk on the face.

A little piece in Mickey was afraid Ian could have changed his mind and want to get out of the car but when he stopped behind an old abandoned building, Ian grabbed his neck and pressed his lips on Mickeys. They kissed each other like teenagers deep and hungry and full of love a several minutes and when Ian tangled his fingers through Mickeys hair he pulled a little bit back.

"Liked the longer hair" He whispered and let his hand rest in the razored neck. "Also liked the beard" he smiled while his hands wander over Mickeys cheek. He follows his own hand with his eyes. Rested it on the chin for a second, wander down his throat with his index finger, caressed his Adam's apple and wander behind to his neck.

"You don't leave me again?" Mickey asked silently and closed his eyes. Afraid to see the answer written over Ians face.

Instead of an answer Ian leaned in again and kissed him. Slowly and gently this time. Promising and vowing.

But Mickey was always a pessimistic and a silent tear ran down his cheek.

[ihopeinevergetsoberr]

Congrats on 100 followers!!!! and since ur taking requests to celebrate, maybe something with a sub!viktor x afab!reader? u usually write him more dom coded so i'd love to see your take on that!!

bless you for requesting this. i had the nicest little writing session working on it. i should write more sub!viktor for sure. cw: viktor is finally getting punished for being a fucking tease. unbeliavable. word count: 600~

He sharply exhales into the curve of your neck, eyes two sad watercolor spots devouring you from under their half-lidded cover. The angle is rather inconvenient for one small pleasure you still didn’t rid him of — for the past few days Viktor has been surviving purely on staring, and by now he’d become absolutely miserable — you turned the man into a shamefully perverted suitor, stealing glances at your cleavage whenever it appeared in his visual field. He’s rarely that touchy at work — which means that a once-sweet gentleman is now at the peak of his desperation; arms wrapped around your waist, lips a warm tender pout against your shoulder, kisses hot enough to be palpable through the fabric of your blouse. Has you gasping, hands gripping the edge of his desk for support. 

“Are you feeling merciful today, by any chance?” he quietly inquires into your ear, eager to deliver a sloppy stroke on that one spot with his nimble tongue. Poor thing hasn’t been taken care of in days — cock a painful swell in his unbearably tight pants. He tries not to act too invasive, but it presses into your hip nonetheless — heavy, hot, and asking for your touch.

“That depends,” you huff out a laugh, effortlessly escaping the cage of his embrace. He swallows a groan of frustration, fingers squeeze the cane so hard he might as well just bend its sturdy handle. 

“Why must you persecute me with those vague answers?” he sighs, bright head pleadingly tilted to the side. It’s a refreshing turnover — once a tease and a smartmouth now pitifully obedient. Oh just what a few cruel sexless days do to charming brats. 

“Plainly because you haven’t earned a clear one yet,” you’re all but laughing into his face, but he doesn’t protest your mockery — oh the things he’d sacrifice to sprawl you out on his desk, tongue an agile little swirl inside your cunt — use me, fuck me, let me please you. But he prefers to address this in his own way. 

He responds by setting his cane aside, limping leg a trembling unstable thing without its support. You arch a confused eyebrow, but he doesn’t let you stay puzzled for much longer, blessing you with a pleasure of watching him sink down to his knees — a little clumsy and rather uncoordinated, yet still beautiful, and you gawk at the devotion of copper eyes looking into yours with promising yielding. 

“Viktor, what are you doing?” you hiss, evidently worried about the not exactly private setting of his workshop. But it doesn’t bother him in the slightest — the possibility of getting caught with his face buried under your skirt is certainly not something he’s fearful of. Cold hand directs the back of your palm closer to his lips, and he lingers there — mouth hovered about your knuckles before a kiss.

“I’ve grown so desperate for you,” he whispers — oh the mouthy bastard — and a chaste peck caresses your hand, forcing your breath to hitch. 

“I understand, but-“

“I’m begging you to reconsider the punishment,” he utters, meaning every word — and you’d gladly ride his face until he’s a breathless mess for the pure way he’s staring up, seeking your pity. “The lines I’d cross for your touch — if only you would have me. Please.”

He doesn’t dare to snake his other hand up your legs — he’s waiting for permission, and it might just be the death of you — your sweet, sweet man, who is definitely going to deservedly cum tonight. 

But that's your entertainment for later. 

Your fingers caress the line of his chin, and he leans into your little clemency with a thankful whimper. 

“And you promise not to get us caught?”

“Consider this whim fulfilled. As well as whatever other whims you might have in store for me.” 

[furashuban]

Do you have any Random Sketchbook Headconnons?

Surprisingly I don't have as many headcanons about them as I thought I did, but I've still got a handful to share nonetheless :>

Since Johanna found out she could play the pan flute super well in The Forgotten Lake, a headcanon I have is that one of the cassettes Kaisa listens to on her Walkman is a homemade compilation of Johanna playing somft songs on the pan flute just for her to have and listen to.

(I also like to think that in between songs, Johanna leaves in these quick and rambly intermissions saying things like "I don't know what I'm doing exactly *chuckles*, but I hope you like this next one, dear." <33)

This next one I remember sharing a long time ago in the Sketchbook Ship server when it was still around :0 being that Kaisa speaks Swedish (I could've chosen any other Scandinavian language but I just settled with Swedish sdfgsdw) and Johanna makes an effort to learn the language so she could have another, more special way of flirting connecting with her, just that she's prone to grammatical mistakes and pronouncing some words wrong and she gets flustered every time Kaisa would have to gently correct her, but Kaisa would still understand what Johanna was going for anyway and feels all warm inside nevertheless.

This last and rather brief one I have is that Johanna and Kaisa share the same taste in books as children, being ones about folktales (something I wrote in at Chapter 1 of my fic Visitations :>)

[mx-princey]

Some average Villager mottos:

Katt's Japanese Motto:

Katt's English Motto:

KATT MY GIRL

WHAT HAPPENED??

[gleefulpoppet]

Now Complete!

Kurt and Blaine have been best friends since they met on those stairs at Dalton nearly thirteen years ago, and they have never crossed the line into more. But what happens when Kurt’s life is turned upside down, and he needs his best friend—now living almost three thousand miles away—more than ever? --- You can read it on AO3 [here]. 24 Chatpers. 82,226 Total Words.

[bloodydeanwinchester]

god i love this so much

crossing lines

[tastytoastz]

I hope you all have enjoyed the series 💖

[sinvulkt]

Pre-OT - Cyber Ahsoka Whump

Summary: Ahsoka gets captured by the Empire goons and used for Cylo’s experiments. Vader wanders off during one of his "maintenance" to find a half feral Ahsoka who has been modified.

Era: Pre Original Trilogy

Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Darth Vader

Main tropes: Non Consensual Body Modification, Cyborgs

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Snippet:

Vader walked through the bland hallways of Cylo’s hideous lair. The mad man had been fascinated with Vader's build, and asked the Emperor to let him study his creation. Vader would rather stay as far away from Cylo as he physically could, but his Master ordered him to go, and so he went.

The Dark rose at his displeasure, teasing him with pictures of Cylo choking on the ground. The thought of getting rid of the man was tempting, but Palpatine expectedly forbade Vader to kill him. After his last punishment, Vader had no wish to summon Darth Sidious’ wrath.

An eerily familiar presence in the Force distracted Vader from his directed course. He glanced at the corner of his helmet visor. He still had a bit of time before his next appointment. At the next crossroad, he turned towards the source of the disturbance.

Soon enough, the presence felt stronger. Vader struggled to place the feeling of familiarity. It didn’t feel anything like an inquisitor, but it was too twisted to belong to a Jedi. Had Cylo captured a Force sensitive for his experiments?

The dim presence reached to his, hesitant at first, then stronger. It brushed against his mental shield, unable to get in. The probing should have stopped there, had the presence not latched onto one of Anakin's tattered bonds. The being's identity suddenly clicked in Vader's head.

Ahsoka.

Cylo’s creepy home was not where Vader expected to find his former apprentice. In fact, he did not expect to find her at all. Not after the abandoned lightsaber he found after Order 66. She was supposed to be dead. Curious, Vader reached back, probing her in return.

Something was wrong.

Her presence was a mess, as if someone had forcibly implanted Dark side bits into the Light. Her memories felt all over the place, jumping from the clone war to the Empire's birth. There seemed to be some dissonance with her body as well that he couldn’t properly scan from afar.

Something was wrong.

Vader’s pace accelerated.

[howifeltabouthim]

It is impossible for us ever to belong to each other.

George Eliot, from Middlemarch

[rhapsodyred-writes]

Across Enemy Lines - Chapter 5

You're filled with Determination™.

Splash art made by the wonderful bonesofvaldis

[patientlibrarian]

Sorry, am I repeating this, again, can't think why!!!!

Scruff Sunday

Hello everyone, everywhere, it's "scruff Sunday". Hope your day goes as you would wish it to.

[mylittleredgirl]

okay maybe the next ten dash refreshes will help me finish this fic