#i want to post snippets of it so bad

[separatist-apologist]

anyway my secret santa one shot is completed thank you very much, i am not doing a multichapter fic this year

[charming-doodles]

Happy Holiday Truce @jackdaw-sprite !!! (And a happy new year~)

I kinda smushed two Lost Time prompts and was inspired by two posts you tagged as Lost Time for inspiration since I've never really written or drawn art exploring Danny and Clockwork's relationship before. (Hope that's ok xp) I hope you like it ><

Danny raced through the Zone, struggling to reach Clockwork's lair as ghost after ghost delayed him, picking a fight with what Danny's core quietly noted was motivated by desperation.

Desperate to what? Beat him to the ground?

No, that wasn't it.

His core hummed with... discomfort??? Unsatisfaction??? None of these ghost were giving him what he wanted.

What did he want?

Danny didn't know. Didn't have time to think as he blasted away one of his rouges, confusion bubbling when Pandora of all ghosts seemed to bow at her defeat. Although, it wasn't like she was putting much effort into their fight. She seemed only amused. A quiet acceptance lingering in her eyes as he slowly floated away from her.

"I understand I can't have you. Not with how your cores call for each other."

...what?

He didn't stick around for an answer. A desperate need like no other pulling him towards Clockwork. Idly, as he finally reached Clockwork's lair, a conversation he had with Clockwork resurfaced.

"Ugh, that's the third time this week that Skulkers broken his promise not to attack during school hours! And it's only Tuesday!" Clockwork simply smiled in amusement as Danny ranted about his day.

"But as I recall, you've successfully ended the fight before the Fentons showed up with minimal damage. You're improving. What is there to complain about?"

Danny snarled but pulled back, startled at his harsh reaction, hands slapping his mouth closed. Where did that come from?

"Sorry, it's just that..." He growled softly, flexing his hands into fists, "Lately these fights have been feeling so... UGH lame!"

"Lame?"

"Yeah! Lame." He huffed, looking away from Clockwork, knowing he was laughing at his childish insult.

"Poor thing." Danny's core bubbled at the insult. Clockwork raised his brow towards Danny, the ghostling's irritability easy to read with how little control he has in hiding his core's projections. "Is the lame fights to blame for your irritability or does the baby ghost need a bedtime?"

"BEDTIME?!" He stuttered at the offense, his core surged at the insult. He groaned. "Don't tell me you want to pick a fight, too! That's what everyone seems to want from me lately! At least you'll be a challenge."

Clockwork's eyes pierced right through his soul and Danny involuntarily shivered with fear.

"Perhaps tomorrow."

"Tsk- Perhaps tomorrow." Danny mocked. "Scared you'll lose?"

"No." He smiled a little, "I'd like to see their desperation as they fight for guardianship one last time. I let this go on long enough."

Guardianship. His core hummed with recognition. Expectation.

This was it. What was it? He wouldn't be alone anymore! Since when was he alone? He just had to prove himself! But why??

He entered Clockwork's lair with a grimace, irritated and tired from all the ghosts attacking him since their last conversation. Everyone understood what they were fighting for except him. Would Clockwork even explain himself after?

He didn't have much time left to think, when Clockwork swung at him. His core hummed with excitement, wild green eyes meeting calm, piercing red.

Game on.

[royalarchivist]

Tubbo: Yeah no– yesterday I met Roier and Missa for the first time, which was really really freaking cool. Me and Badboyhalo were walking 'round the floor, and Bad got a notification of like– [Briefly interrupted by his father] –with like, Roier taking a photo with like a viewer, and Badboyhalo was like "He is here!" 'Cuz on Insta– [An off-screen "hello" distracts him from the rest of the story] Yes?

[b0nelessdoodles]

i keep thinking im gonna like actually finish these but that ain't happening so have some gay people

[tennessoui]

What is your favorite prompt you’ve ever written? 💗

ooo a fun question!! setting aside ficlets that i've written in response to my own silly lil aus and thinking only about ficlets that are in response to prompt ask games, here's a few that come to mind!

this angsty, meeting (again) at a party while drunk au

i think most of the prompt fills i write now are expansions of tags i have on my blog (which i very much enjoy because some of the best writing i've done has been in short ficlets doing just that), but i do love this one for being a canon au and mostly a complete story all by its own in less than 3k. i also just did a quick reread and i like obi-wan's voice in it a lot. tired, hurt, unable to do anything but give into anakin

this snippet in the cheating au where things are beginning to bubble over

i just love the cheating au, for one thing, and i love the dynamic here with the four of them (anakin, padmé, satine, and obi-wan) at a restaurant and playing at normal only for obi-wan to end the night laying a pretty overt claim on anakin (by taking his necklace back and wearing it - which padme notices in another ficlet set a bit later)

this snippet in the playmaker au where obi-wan is returned to anakin's care and keeping

i. also just love the playmaker au lmao and i really like this ficlet for how it looks at who obi-wan has become and how when pushed, he'll do anything it takes to get back to anakin, even if it means committing some random taxi driver to die because he got in a bad place. this obi-wan is not the same as the one who went into the prison and he's irrevocably become anakin's by this point. probably doesn't even regret it (much).

and this prompt fill from agesss ago where obi-wan is in the agri-corps and anakin is a jedi padawan and they become penpals (or flimsi friends, in star wars language)

i haven't thought about this au in ages (flimsi friends au lol) but i enjoy it sm. anakin would fall in love with obi-wan via letters despite never meeting him in person and, well. obi-wan would very much do the same tbh

[chetbakr]

chet hcs !!!!

posted most of these on tiktok originally

,, he's the youngest out of the soc boys (and the youngest in his family)

,, first one of group he met was trip, and first one he actually became friends with was brill

,, dude LOVESSS root beer + cream soda. will actually fight you if you say coke or pepsi is better.

,, his bedroom is either a complete mess or there's like. Nothing in there.

,, liked cherry for a whileee but didn't realize it til after she got with bob, and it was obviously too late for him to do anything about it so he just tried to focus on other things (it worked. Mostly.)

,, sergei and melvin have this weird one-sided hatred towards him, so whenever chet goes to trip's place, the two of them are just glaring at him

,, definitely has some sort of family issues.

,, was born in march (i am confident about this one, he just gives off march birthday vibes idk)

,, failed his driver's test like twice

,, either he's a complete trainwreck when he's drunk or it's the only time his thoughts really flow smoothly

,, cherry will mention liking a song once, and all of a sudden chet just happens to own the album that that one song is on

[nyan-koii]

Jenson and mark watching seb using his biggest plushie in his collection to get off, their hands guiding his hips slowly and letting it fell into a rhythm.

Seb shuts his eyes tightly, not sure whether its because of the that pleasure he's trying to focus or the eyes of his plushies and his two boyfriends staring at him. It's embarassing but he can feel himself becoming more sensitive with every second.

Jenson traces his back, making shapes and leaving feathery touches to seb's body while mark forces and eye contact with the german boy. "Beautiful," he whispered, his eyes growing dark and seb quickens his pace.

Seb whines, begging for more, its not enough mark please do something and his hips stutters when jenson pushed him, face planted, down to his bed. His sweater, mark's sweater, revealed his boxer. Dark patch formed and they cooed at seb when a sniffle came out from him.

"You made a mess sebby. Poor mr.whale all dirty because of you," mark mocked and provoked him, making seb bites his bottom lip in embarassment. His hand tries to cover his lower half but mark caught it before he could do so.

"Oh no seb. You dont have to be embarassed. We've already seen all of you," he reminded and seb moan when jenson palms his clothed cock.

He's grinding now. Seb used jenson's hand to reach his climax and mark brushed the hair covering his face. His eyes glazed with tears and he looked at jenson with his doe eyes, lips parted as he lets out small noises, one that can only be heard by them, and jenson has never been so hard before.

[kuwdora]

that perennial fic writing experience. where you have the idea and you know the shape of the story you're trying to share. right? right. 😅

a bajillion months ago i had sent @witch-and-her-witcher some of my ciri fic draft. and after some back and forth about what was going on, here was Cee's conclusion:

i gotta tag @xianvar here 'cos i have said the same thing to them once upon a time and their big bang turned into a galactic 100k bang. i can hear them cackling already. @witch-and-her-witcher you were of course right. 😆 i've managed to write 300 words here and there for the last few weeks. all wrapped up in the ciri book feelings. and. well. here is the current wordcount next to my original wordcount goal:

14k of ciri feelings. and i think i've pretty much reached the part of the story that i had actually intended on writing when i first had the idea.

also i know @sassaffrassa will be pleased to hear that i didn't let myself get lost in all of the other story ideas that sprung up during the drafting process. 'Cause I remembered the core of what I wanted to explore with ciri and ye olde book events that got glossed for game canon. putting all the other ideas in a separate document so I don't get lost again. too many ideas.

i doubt it'll stay at 14k but i think (knock on wood) i have the foundation down by now. gonna try to get it into better shape in the next few weeks if i can keep my momentum going.

writing!!! am so tired. reading!! am so tired. but by god i am going slowly keep doing the things i'm enjoying. ❤️

[northern-passage]

Hi, I was wondering if you’ll ever make the old Patreon art/writing public since iirc you don’t intend to reactivate it for a long time? I was a member while it was active but I accidentally updated my app so I can’t view them anymore, I understand if you can’t/won’t though.

i can do that if people are interested! particularly thinking about those harvest festival snippets i wrote, those are well over a year (maybe even 2 years? time is fake) old and were on patreon the entire time & it's almost fall here... i say thru clenched teeth while it's still 100 degrees outside....

the majority of the snippets that were up were definitely like closing in on at least a year old so i do think it's been long enough and it would be fair to post them now... maybe i'll pick a random week and post them all one day at a time lmfao since iirc there's at least one for each companion (thinking specifically about the nsfw ones)

the art i don't plan to repost here though, mainly because i don't like it anymore 💀 but also because i dislike the way tumblr is handling their content moderation and i'm not interested in getting this blog flagged after 3 years because some human moderator decided my tasteful nude drawings of trans people (that 100% follow tumblr guidelines btw) are actually too offensive for their delicate constitution... but that's a whole other complaint for another post lmfao. i haven't had any issues at least with posting written nsfw so i'm less hesitant about posting that stuff instead.

but yeah i think maybe next month i can do the harvest festival snippets for october? i'll probably edit them a little bit since they're so old but i think that could be fun :-)

[whoviandoodler]

Just finished SVSSS and I have many conflicting thoughts about it, but really it comes down to liking all the details and themes that were wonderfully done/redone/expanded upon in MDZS and TGCF but disliking the story itself

[lovinggreeniehours]

sorry im not normal about arifer again

[chroniclesinlacuna]

I haven't looked. What's the state of inquisition era FenHawke reunion fics?

[hiddenbeks]

what does your soul look like?

tagged by @katsigian and @hibernationsuit to do this quiz for an oc, thank you both!

tagging @nokstella @simtalics @famewolf @magicmissiled if you feel like doing this, no pressure as usual!

did this for liah because this tortured war criminal has utterly consumed me 😔

bloody knuckles and scabbed fingers

"you did something bad. you're paying the price for it each day, aren't you? you're picking at your skin and fighting everything off because of your own actions. you resent your own free will because of the harm it brings. you should lay down a while."

haha wow this is way too accurate actually. suffering because of her own actions and paying the price for what she did... yea... also the part about free will is especially interesting [BIG KOTOR SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU CARE ABOUT KOTOR SPOILERS IN THE YEAR 2024] so. i know about the Big Twist of kotor and the pc being revan but i don't know all the details yet. but from what i've gathered bastila captured revan and the jedi council brainwashed them into thinking they're a republic soldier right. so i've had this scenario or fic idea rotating in my head where liah is a Mess post-reveal and angry at bastila and the jedi for what they did to her. for basically robbing her of her free will. but on the other hand. if they had not done it how much more death would liah have caused as revan? she's so conflicted about it all and maybe for a long time thinks that she shouldn't be trusted with free will because look at what she did with it and. yea. prescribing laying down and taking a few deep breaths to liah rn. she will defeat her demons but it will not be easy...

[aria0fgold]

BONUS: Alec, Ray Ages: 13, 11

Ray walked to the front of the class, holding the paper that contains his essay to present to everyone, all he needed to do was read it, simple. He's done it several times before now so he should be able to do it as easily this time, surely… But he still couldn't.

He stood, facing his classmates as he held his paper close to his face, bringing it down slightly so as to not block his view of them, just as he was taught. He needed to look at them too, eye contact. But each time he does, he can't help but feel as though he was being judged. He didn't like it at all, but he has to do it anyway. It's easy, it'll be fine, all he needs to do is just read what he had written, easy as that.

Ray took a shaky deep breath, no matter how many times he stood at the front of the class, it never gets easy, it's never so simple. Why can't he get used to it already?

He glanced around the room, looking for something, or more specifically, for someone. Strangely, Ray had gotten used to the presence of a particular boy that is always there whenever he has a presentation, when that should've been impossible in the first place. They have entirely different classes, one two grades above him. But being the troublemaker that the other was, he's always there for Ray anyway… Just like now.

Ray's eyes widened slightly as his gaze landed on a familiar redhead. His best friend, Alec, hid behind the chair of the kid at the back of the class, he poked his head out to smile at Ray, mouthing “You can do it!” before hiding again.

A quiet giggle escaped Ray's lips. The suffocating air he once felt slowly vanished as he read aloud his essay for the class.

…

“Alec, you know, you always have such good timing.” “Really? But you do tell me whenever you have a presentation the next day anyway.” “Yeah but the teacher calls us randomly each time, but you're always there when it's my turn.” “Hmm… I guess, it's just cuz I wanted to see you! Maybe that's why, hehe! Anyway, let's head to the cafeteria! Cmon, cmon!” …I wanted to see you too. “Hehe… Okay!”

[arsenicflame]

listening to wake by the antlers post these episodes really. hits different huh

With the door closed, shades drawn, the world shrinks. Let's open up those blinds. But someone has to sweep the floor, pick up her dirty clothes. That job's not mine. Now that everyone's an enemy, my heart sinks. Let's put away those claws. I don't blame them for their curtain-calls because I pulled the rope. I wanna call them back out for applause. Spring and Thompson on the first of May is horrible. We hid in catacombs. So now I'm sleeping next to mousetraps, in a bed of all our clothes, while I hope that she won't come home. It was easier to lock the doors and kill the phones than to show my skin, because the hardest thing is never to repent for someone else, it's letting people in. Well you can come inside, unlock the door, take off your shoes. But this might take all night, to explain to you I would have walked out those sliding doors, but the timing never seemed right. When your helicopter came and tried to lift me out, I put its rope around my neck. And after that you didn't bother with the airlift or the rescue - you knew just what to expect. That with the door closed, shades drawn, we're dead enough. They don't open from outside. And someone has to speak with their teeth behind their tongue, to never let that right be denied. We can't rely on photographs and visitation time, but I just don't know where to begin. I wanna bust down the door, if you're willing to forgive. I've got the keys, I'm letting people in. Don't be scared to speak, don't speak with someone's tooth, don't bargain when you're weak, don't take that sharp abuse. Some patients can't be saved, but that burden's not on you. Don't ever let anyone tell you you deserve that.

[branmer]

ive really lost my motivation to write recently