#full context. tw gross. i guess

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

@danieldeepwebs @gracklinging-electricboogalo guys i work in an aquarium it's normal

[freementallyillkid]

Again E.W

Word count:1.8k

Tw: gore, blood, death (you) angst not happy ending, maybe oc Ellie idk

Context: Has some of the plot points of Tlou 2 with the Dina-Ellie stuff, Joel is fine I promise. When you first got to Jackson it was a year after Ellie, you're a year older than her. requested as male reader (platonic) but is gender neutral (I think)

You found yourself racing through Jackson as fast as you could, nearly sliding and falling as you swung around the corner, hearing the laughter of some of the other residents of the town behind you as you once again raced to get to the stables on time for patrols. You had a habit for sleeping in, despite the numerous alarm clocks Tommy had found and fixed for you, and you were sure if you were late again Ellie, your best friend, would beat your ass for setting you all back. Though you know she only cared because it meant she would have less time to hang out with Dina. Which really meant she had less time to make super awkward conversations and blush a lot. Gross.

You came to a sloppy stop right outside the stables and calmly waltzed in like you weren’t two seconds away from being late. Sliding the huge wooden stable doors open, you glance around to look for Ellie, which didn’t take long because almost as soon as you entered you heard her shout, “About time you showed up!” from a stall to your left.

Wandering over you slip into the stall next to hers to get your own horse, Spirit, ready and call back, “Hey I’m on time today!” She didn’t say anything back but you could practically hear her eye roll. The both of you saddled up your horses and took them outside to the gates where you were let out.

For the first half an hour you both rode in silence looking around and trying to wake up a bit more and after 10 minutes of Ellie slowly driving you crazy by glancing over at you like she did something wrong and opening her mouth before snapping it closed like she was gonna tell you something, you snapped. “What did you do?”

“What?”

“You're being weird, what did you do? Did you finally punch Seth in the face?” You’ll admit the last bit was more of a hope than an actual guess, if she had punched him you most definitely would have heard about it by now.

“What? Ugh no I wish,” Ellie rolled her eyes and huffed while her face got all flush and she fiddled with her reins, “I kinda…” She held you in suspense for longer than you would have wanted. “IkissedDina.”

She said it so fast you almost didn’t hear her. After almost a full minute you finally processed it. “Oh shit! Ellie! THat’s-”

She cut you off “I know I know her and Jesse just broke up, again, but it was more like she kissed me plus I already told Jesse and he was chill about it.” Ellie moaned and groaned into her hands, face as flush as a tomato. You couldn’t help but laugh at her which only made her glare at you.

Smiling, you told her, “I don't care about any of the Dina-Jesse shit and neither do they Dina’s her own woman and I’ve been telling you she likes you for almost a year now.” As you reassured her you rode up beside her and pushed her arm lightly(-ish) “Pluuuus not I can say I told you so.” That only made her roll her eyes and scoff, but you could tell she relaxed now having a small smirk and a dusting of blush. Watching her for a few more seconds with a smile you screwed up your face and said, “Ugh gross.”

Now it was her turn to look at you confused, “What?”

“Nothing, just your face, it's grossing me out with all your cute lovey shit.” You teased.

“Fuck off, you’re just sad that not one would date you.” She shot back.

“A lot of people say I’m very handsome actually.” You informed her leaning closer to her with a look of superiority on your face.

“They’re lying to you.” She mumbled plainly. You gasped, putting a hand over your heart and fake cried while she rolled her eyes. The both of you laughed and bantered some more until you got closer to the rundown, abandoned town you had to cut through to make sure the infected population wasn’t getting too big.

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As Ellie and you entered it you both quieted down and pulled out your weapons. For your years of friendship the both of you moved in sync as you guys made your way through town occasionally taking out infected as you went.

You were about a block away from the check in spot when you rounded a corner and saw a herd of infected milling around. When they heard the clop of your horse’s shoes they whipped around and bolted towards you two. “Oh shit,” Ellie and you whispered, still trying to be quiet despite the fact that you had already been spotted. As quickly as you could you turned your horses around and galloped in the opposite direction hoping to circle back around.

Rounding another dreaded corner you, in the lead, ran into a runner immediately attacking your horse biting into Spirt’s side making him whiny and buck you off. When your back and head hit the ground you wheezed the wind knocked out of you clawing at your chest and patting around for your weapon. You could faintly hear Ellie shouting and maybe some gunshot, but the ringing in your ears was too loud for anything to sound coherent.

Thinking your heard Ellie say something you turn your head to the left, immediately you knew that was wrong, You couldn’t hear great because of the ringing and muffled sounds you knew Ellie was at your right shooting at the quickly approaching infected, seeing what really was on your left you saw the runner right by your side reaching out for you. You let out a weird, strange cry weakly crawling away, but the runner was of course too fast and Ellie who wielded around when she heard your cry was too slow.

The runner jumped at you and you put your arms up to block it and push it away, but you were too late, the runner sunk its teeth into your flesh creating a searing pain that cut through the already fading muffled feeling. It pulled its mouth away from you taking with it a large chunk of your flesh. You screamed in pain just as Ellie put a bullet through the runners head taking a millisecond to sling the gun over her shoulder.

Hooking her arms under your she practically held you up. Because you couldn’t help the tears spilling down your face from the pain and the knowledge that you would soon die at the hands of your best friend because you also knew that she wouldn’t leave you to turn or make you do it on your own She practically dragged you to a safe building only a few feet away, an old hardware store, setting you down in a corner and barricading the door.

“O- okay we need to stop the bleeding first.” Ellie mumbled taking off her bag to get out her medical supplies, she turned away from you slightly as she looked for it but that did nothing to hide the glassy look forming in her eyes. You only shook your head at her as she pressed gauze onto the gushing wound, the crisp white immediately turning a deep red.

“Ellie…”

“Be quiet, you need to rest,” She told you harshly, wiping her now teary cheeks with the back of your hand, catering more cloth, pushing harder making you groan and squirm away.

“Ellie.” You repeated this time more forcefully, grabbing her wrist with your bloody hands, how did they get that way? “There's nothing you can do to stop this, you know that.” Her lower lip wobbled and her shoulders shook as she shook her head no. “Promise me Ellie-”

“No! You're gonna be fine.” She commanded, she looked like she was going to say more, but stopped when she saw your face. Pleading her to listen.

“Please I can’t end up like them…” You whispered, shivering the heat leaving your body.

“I don’t know if I can do it again.” Ellie cried no longer trying to stop the tears that spilled down her face.

“I know,” You told her because you did, she told you herself, “I’m sorry.” There was a long pause where neither of you said a word just sob already mourning each other though for different reasons. It made youlong for simpler times…

When you first got to Jackson you were scared you were only 16 and had lost your traveling partner, though the relationship went far beyond that, a few months ago. A man named Tommy had found you and brought you back telling you about the great community they had. While you definitely didn’t believe him, you were confident enough in your ability to get out of shitsituations.

You had only been there a few days when Tommy had taken you to the community eating hall to get to know more people in the community when you saw a girl with auburn hair who was probably about a year younger than you shoveling beef jerky in her pocket. You had rather loudly pointed it out to Tommy and before he could say anything about it the girls told you too, “Mind your own fuckin business.” and was promptly smacked in the back of the head by an older guy you would come to know as Joel.

“Ow, that hurt!”

Ignoring her Joel said, “Manners Ellie.” She rolled her eyes and grumbled, but later turned up at Tommy's house, where you were staying, to offer an apology which you accepted, eventually.

After that you saw each other many more times at community get-togethers, Tommy or Joel's house, begging whoever was incharge to let you go on patrols even if you were ‘too young’. When you really became friends was when you both ended up hiding from a social gathering in the same place and found out you both loved Savage Starlight.

After that night you were both inseparable, joined at the hip. Hanging out at each other's houses, goin on patrol when you were old enough, when you had breakdowns or cried over those you had lost, you even comforted her when she found out how Joel had lied to her and encouraged her to forgive him and rebuild their relationship.

She was your closest friend and you were hers. Nothing could separate you…

“I promise…” Her voice cracked at the end.

You smiled, the pain was going numb and you felt like you were in Alaska, “Thank you Els. I’m glad it’s you…”

You closed your eyes.

A gun was cocked.

“I love you.” Ellie whispered.

“I love you too.” You replied.

You take a deep breath.

There was a loud bang.

You were gone and Ellie had lost her best friend all over again.

[deliciouskeys]

Yay! Lots of numbers below, feel free to pick and choose :)

16, 26, 39 (I think you *know* which particular scene I want a snippet of, but anything will do haha), 69, 76 for ZM

Thanks for the asks. I warn you, the following is verbose and references morally reprehensible fics. TW, lol.

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

I have many if just vague ideas count! And I'm sure you'll be pleased that they all revolve around Homelander, one way or another lol. I hate "claiming" prompts on the Meow meow prompt jar because it feels like hogging it unless I'm going to be actively writing, but I did just sign up for your "fertility treatment" prompt. My brain is often eaten up by the idea of HL being happily pregnant, and really self-satisfied to the point of being annoying. Meanwhile Butcher's probably kind of worried-- not like HL's going to be able to get a C section, at least not through conventional means. HL's blithely all 'we'll cross that bridge when we get there.' He's just enthused about getting to use a breast pump in the near future, and probably the fact that the baby he has is going to adore him unconditionally.

Yes, I am gross.

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Hrm. Unfortunately the wildest ride is still probably the first fic I ever posted publicly. Originally on LJ. 51k words. 12 chapters. Of... me being a teenage edgelord and writing about Captain Hook privateprisoning a prepubertal boy, that's not ever going to grow up, as if the chanslash wasn't bad enough.

Anyway, I skimmed through this fic about a year ago just to recall what was in it again, and I had forgotten just how fucked that story is, beyond even the pairing premise itself. There's gangrape of a child, ye olde macabre medical horror, and severe emotional trauma and manipulation/gaslighting that leads to really inappropriate bonding. But it did have impressive levels of worldbuilding, and pretty intricate dynamics between the, um, leads, but also side characters. It was a very rich environment. I was "1 or 2 chapters away from finishing it" and then never did, because, damn that thing was hard to wrap up in a not-completely-disturbing ending. I still occasionally get requests to finish it and people are subscribed, but I would not be able to get back into whatever mindset I had at that age. "Wildest" ! = "good" lol, but I'd never delete it.

Don't judge me for what i was doing ~20 years ago D:

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

Heh, full disclosure I criiiinge posting snippets of my fics because they're so awkward out of context, it's like walking in in the middle of sex. But here you go, from a section you asked for. I wish I just had this done and posted to AO3 -__-

Homelander probably senses the hesitation and decides to get himself up to a kneeling position, tilting his face up, licking his lips invitingly, probably hoping to defuse and redirect the weird energy in the room into something sexual rather than violent.

"Oh no you don't." Instead of undoing his fly, Butcher hoists Homelander up to his feet and pulls him out of the cage and towards the breakfast nook. "Lie down across my lap," he commands once he's situated himself in a chair.

"Why did you--" Homelander's words catch in his throat as Butcher yanks him down to lie across his lap, not waiting for obedience. "…take Temp V?" He sounds worried, and tries to lift his head, only to get his shoulders shoved back down.

The first thwack across Homelander's ass sounds really loud, echoing off the walls of the living room. Butcher gave it his all, somewhat forgetting that his strength was amped up. His palm smarts and he can only guess what it feels like on the receiving end. Homelander doesn't make a sound, maybe too shocked. Butcher swats him again.

"Really? This is just childi—" Another thwack resounds across the room and Homelander breathes hard through his nose. "That hurts, you know," he hisses.

"Yeah, that's the general idea. I know no one probably ever punished you while you were growing up, so it must be a new concept…" Butcher trails off, suddenly recalling the photocopied lab notes from Vought and realizing what he's saying is uncharitable.

Homelander doesn't argue, just lets out a strained whimper when Butcher's next whack lands square on the place he hit the first time. Angry red splotches are forming on his skin, helpfully marking out where he's already been hit and where he hasn't.

69. What work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

I'm not embarrassed per se, but I probably should be (if by nothing else than the sheer length of these three). Original dates, reposted to AO3 later.

2003- 51k chanslash mentioned in the previous question

2006 - 21k of working through some angst issues. Original work set in WWII Germany, also starts out underage although at least postpubertal,  problematic and historically inaccurate

2008- 59k of Pineapple Express mpreg, although I do recommend that movie to anyone who likes implied gayness in media and bizarre, funny dialogue which was a fun challenge to try to emulate in fic

76. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of [ZM]?

I have generally managed to get everything into ZM that I wanted! One longish sequence I remember discarding (no mourning) was HL goading Billy to take Temp V with some form of misbehavior, and that being the thing that finally tips them into an overtly sexual, rather than a covertly-in-denial-kinky, relationship. It was violence that ended up as sex. But it was pretty rapey, and I didn't like it for this pairing. I prefer the version posted, where they're almost accidentally upping the ante, and kind of mutually sexually harassing each other, and it's about as consensual as it can be, at least within a private prison setting.

Plus Temp V does make an appearance towards the end of the fic, as you can tell from the WIP snippet lol.

[aeirs-moved]

i know i talk about daiya no ace/ace of the diamond/diamond no ace/whatever so so much but it’s literally so good. like it’s one of those things that really sticks with you because the story is just so incredible. this is my recommendation post for all my mutuals and normal followers because it is so good but the main tag is full of gross fujo stuff and that sucks also it is so good did i tell you that. ok here’s a quick intro and some key points, i’ll put the long explanation under a cut so you can scroll if need be.

- 3 seasons except they’re long seasons - sports shonen anime with a huge focus on character development but also baseball - it’s been a while since i watched it but i can’t think of any other tws other than light blood.

summary: sawamura eijun is scouted by a high school with a prestigious baseball team, seidou, for his pitching at his final game at his middle school. or rather, the last pitch of his middle school career, in which he went monkey mode with his naturally curving pitches, so much so that his middle school catcher couldnt catch it. key factors i think will make you tumblrinas enjoy it - one of the main characters is voiced by the same dude who voices reigen! miyuki kazuya my worstie - haruichi is a key factor. i love him thats why ok everything else is going under the cut byeee ^_^

i like to describe daiya no ace (dna) as “the baseball anime about baseball” as it delves a lot deeper into baseball mechanics than other sports anime do with their respective sports. not only that, the core “coming of age” kind of narrative that’s sort of the main arc of the main character, sawamura’s, character development is moved forward by baseball-- it’s a baseball anime about baseball, after all. that being said, as far as mechanic confusion goes, i came into it with only the knowledge of wii sports baseball and i managed to figure most stuff out with context clues, though it doesn’t tell you much directly. also the music is so good for like no reason! the main characters have leitmotifs which is so awesome!!! here’s a link to the ost! exceed the limit, one of sawamura’s themes is my favorite, i think. sawamura is an extremely embarassing shonen protagonist and i feel like i have to warn people. he gets better i promise it’s all part of his growth. but dear god. if you were one of those people who couldn’t handle hinata sneaking into the first year training camp because of the secondhand embarassment.... good luck i guess. he is very lovable in his own way but dude whats your damage

anyway yeah watch ace of the diamond do it do it do it. heres the link to crunchyroll. watch it now

[writingfordreams]

can you do a doctor!taron au? Maybe The ER after the reader gets sick somehow?? Thank you!

of course, wonderful anon! i hope this was alright! more under the cut.. this one got kinda long! TW // shot wound mention, sickness, clinical talk. ♡ click here to request!♡

It started out as a cold. Sure, alright, you’ve had colds before. You take the usual precautions, i.e. cold medicine that had been in your cabinet for who knows how long, a quick stop to the store for the good, strong liquid stuff and hey, chicken noodle soup is buy one get one. Why the heck not? It’s a slow derail into suspicious territory when five days pass and you’re still just as sick as you started, if not worse. A friend from work even stopped by to see if you were alright, how odd is that? Seemed really theatrical, if someone had asked you.

So you take a cab to the ER (After being weirdly scared of passing out at the wheel). You had always been turned off by the idea of a hospital, but the wait for a doctor’s appointment was nonsense at this point, and you need to be checked out now. You’ve got the shakes the same way you did when the AC’s on too low on a winter morning, and is that sweat or tears? The place is clinical, and surprisingly calm. Lots of clean lines and soft, professional murmurs. You had always imagined ER’s as they were in the movies.. fast moving like a highway. Someone with a shot wound screaming bloody murder, and doctors who were just a little bit too good looking to be believable. Instead, a lovely woman gives you a plastic bracelet and asks you to take a seat. 

Twenty one minutes (And one half of a podcast) later, you’re being called in. After giving some additional information, you’re asked to wait in a small room with all the usual stuff; scales, blood pressure machines, the things they stick in your ears. You sit up in your spot on the twin sized bed, clicking off your phone and averting your attention once a male doctor walks in. He’s got his back turned for a moment, writing something swiftly on a clipboard before letting out a friendly “Alllllright.” to start things off. When he turns, you gulp audibly. He shoots you a smile, then frowns. “My word. You’re shinier than my trainers.” Naturally, he lifts his foot and points with the same hand holding his pen. “Got ‘em last weekend. Gotta love a pay raise.” He works his way around the room comfortably, discarding old gloves and replacing them with new ones, wiping down the counter of something you don’t wanna know the specifics of, and finally he clears his throat, walking closer. Only then do you realize you hadn’t said a word yet. “Uh,” You begin, then it’s your turn to clear your throat. Except, you wince at the pain. Doctor no-name takes notice. “Sore throat, I presume?” He says pointedly, and you nod. “It’s been like this since earlier this week. Four or so days, I believe.” You say, then the doctor tuts to himself with a saddened yet thoughtful look. He offers a hand, expression unchanging. “Doctor Egerton. Have you been to this location before, my darling?” To which you shake your head, and adjust your posture a bit after noticing your familiar, gradual slump. Dr. Egerton opens his mouth as a signal for you to open yours and sticks a thermometer under your tongue. 

Once it beeps, he gives off a pained look after looking at the results. “One-hundred and one. My god, did you drive here?”

“Cab.” You say.

“Right. Okay,” He sighs through the word, and opts to walk to a counter beside the bed, leaning his lower back against it as his arms crossed. He’s looking to you expectantly, “So. Four or so days,” He then picks up that clipboard and scribbles something rather quickly. You wonder if he has that terribly hard to read doctor handwriting. You really shouldn’t find that concept so cute. “Sore throat. Sweats, I’m assuming.” He lists, and you shift uncomfortably at that, a hand coming up to cup your opposite bicep. He looks back down at his clipboard and tuts some more, seemingly in thought. “Says here your insurance covers the cost of the visit,” He smiles at you tightly but warmly, “So.. one less worry, Miss [Y/L/N].” Setting down his clipboard, his arms cross once more. His arms. “I’m gonna take a shot in the dark and say it’s the flu. You’re a shoo-in, unfortunately.” His head tilts with an empathetic look. You can hear the pitter-patter of rain outside the building. They should really put a bigger window in this room, you think. Dr. Egerton turns, writing something on a small piece of paper and adding it to his clipboard as you watch him. His back looks toned under that top, and you find that thought ridiculous. Doctor. Flu. Right. Back on track, for goodness sake. 

He turns with another smile, and you could really, seriously die. Half from the flu, and half from him. “I’m gonna put you on some antibiotics. Sound good? Oh – and I’ll get in touch with your primary doctor and all that business.” He gives you that small piece of paper, and your fingers brush like some teen movie. You try not to blush, dammit. “Looks like you got here just in time, aye?” You shoot him an awkward, lopsided smile and let out a genuine chuckle. “I guess.” You say, “So.. that’s it? I’m all cleared?” There’s a pang of disappointment in your gut. You hope it doesn’t show on your face. Or maybe you hope it does, who even knows anymore. You’re a little delirious off this newfound flu and Doctor Handsome keeps shooting you those smiles that would make your knees give in if you could bother to stand. He leans back again, arms crossed like routine. “Yep. What, did you expect the full ER movie experience?” His face is animated endearingly as he speaks, shifts a little where he leaned. “Y’know, the stretcher, the screaming, multiple professionals crowding you. Maybe Mum or the lover is called and comes with a big teddy bear.” 

You laugh a little. “God. Just a parent for me, then.” and it’s back to cradling your bicep.

“Oh, sorry about that.” Dr. Egerton offers sheepishly. “You know, it’d be the same for me.” You can’t tell if he says it as an offer of comfort or if it’s the truth. Either way, you’re taking it. 

“Teddy bears are better, anyway.” But teddy bears don’t smile at you like that.

He speaks with a certain dreamy agreement. “Of course. Better to have a cuddle with at night, right?” 

You scoff, all friendly like you had known him for way longer than you had. “Don’t tell me Dr. Egerton sleeps with a teddy bear.” The face he makes to counter is ridiculously mock offended and lovely. “The lip! And to the man helping aid you. Blimey.” There’s a little fizzle of laughter between you two before a small bit of silence. It’s filled by a small sigh on your part, and a light cough from a busied Dr. Egerton. “Ooookay.” He begins, sing-songy before looking up at you. God, you bet he can sing. “You should be all good to go, Miss Y/L/N.” He hands you one more full sized paper as you stand and offers you a glove covered hand. “I would say I hope we meet again but, if it’s in the context of this room, I sincerely hope not.” He says.

“You should really see me when I’m not.. gross. I might’ve asked you out or something.” Holy shit. Where did that come from? You must really be delirious. Then you see the face he pulls and, yeah. No regrets. Gone with the rain which seemed to have stopped at some point during your visit. He pauses as if to think to himself, then a slow smile comes to light. He takes back that little paper swiftly before turning to lean it on the counter, jotting something down and handing it to you. You don’t think anything of it.

“Get plenty of rest, alright? Drink liquids, no dairy products, have a fruit or two when you’re feeling up to it.” He twists the door knob, “Have a good one, Miss Y/L/N!”

You offer a smile in passing as he leaves the room. It only grows once you notice it was his personal number on the back of that paper.