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[darsynia]

Find the Word Tag!

Tagged by @residentdormouse and I sure am delighted! My words are: Playful, Energy/Energized, Exhausted, Delight/Delightful, Sorrow, and I'm putting the first one second because it's smutty :) It was HARD to find 'sorrow' in my stories! Edit: and somehow no Steve! Whoops. Tag me again :P

I'd like to tag: @ronearoundblindly @themaradaniels @peyton--warren @baba-fett @sobeautifullyobsessed @bakerstreethound and @deepbatched (spreading around the fandoms/characters hehe! I hereby state that if you don't have many WiPs to use stories you already have published!)

Your words are: Tear/Tearing, False, Blanket, Sweet, Ground (any form)

From 'Joined By the Waters of Time,' Anthony Bridgerton/OC | ENERGY

“I beg pardon, Lady Bridgerton, I did not see you,” Cara said hastily, rushing to stand so she could dip into a greeting curtsey.

“Do not be concerned,” Lady Violet said with a brisk head shake. “I was pleased to see you awake and looking well, but you seemed contemplative, and I did not wish to disturb you.”

“I have bad experiences with thunderstorms,” Cara explained.

“Meanwhile, my brother loves them,” Daphne laughed. “He will probably jest that your dislike of them is part of your ‘involuntary resistance.’”

“What is this?” Lady Violet asked, setting her sewing aside and walking over.

Daphne looked disconcerted. “His remarks were made in frustration, of course, with an eye toward explaining his lack of success, but…” she paused, brows furrowing. Cara imagined she was searching for a diplomatic way to explain their conflict.

“Until recently, I was engaged in a campaign to match your son with my cousin. As such, I exerted my energy in redirecting his attentions away from myself whenever possible.”

She had to congratulate herself on her forthrightness, which would hopefully take any pressure off of Edwina if there was still any question of their match. What she hadn’t expected was Lady Violet’s surprise. It hinted at the idea that their invitation had always been centered around herself, and not a choice between cousins.

“So is there voluntary resistance, as well, then?” Lady Violet’s voice was amused, and she broke out into a wide smile when she saw Cara’s attempt to prevaricate. “Poor Anthony.”

From 'Iron Helix,' Tony Stark/OC | PLAYFUL

“A judicious retreat. People respect a decisive leader, but not one that clings to a losing position. Give in.”

He was definitely moving incrementally nearer. She yearned to close the distance, but his words were weighted. The only thing that would be worse than being rejected, Evie realized, would be to have been rejected after she got to have this. That’s why she followed Tony’s example and grabbed a handful of the blanket on the bed beside her and looked him right in the eyes.

“Which option are you asking for?” she said, feeling like she had a responsibility to signal her certainty that he’d reject her. 

Tony’s nose brushed her cheek, and his breath danced across her lips.  “The one where you trust me,” he whispered, hoarsely. “Yield, Hyacinth. It’s easy, watch--”

--and with that, his lips met hers, one hand tearing away the bunched-up blanket at her hips to drag her underneath him. Tony went from teasing to beguiling, putting all his sensual powers of persuasion to bear on her. 

Evie was on board, raising her bare leg and angling her foot across his backside, locking him in place. He ran the flat of his hand from her hip, across her chest, and along her arm, linking their fingers together and slamming them into the mattress.

She loved kissing, and it was obvious Tony did too. He was really good at it, dominant but not domineering, playful, not afraid to show her he was affected and enjoying himself. And if she’d thought his ability to wreck her without using his hands was heady enough, she was completely seduced by him now. Their combined hands were a proxy of the push and pull of their bodies; Evie rolled her hips in response to the drag of his lips and tongue, and he ground against her, pressing his hardness right where she wanted it.

From 'Trust Fall,' Tony Stark/OC | EXHAUSTED

It’s not long after takeoff when a flight attendant comes over and asks Emory if she’s the person pictured in the article on her phone. She’s already shell-shocked and exhausted after telling her friend and colleague that the organization he’s been risking his life for is infiltrated by literal bad guys. She’d told Clint while still hanging underneath the helicopter, but once they were inside, the atmosphere was too tense to tell anyone else. Agent Rumlow and his team had lost two guys and a few more were wounded. They’d all been furious and demoralized, and that was without knowing the secret about HYDRA’s infiltration.

“Miss?”

“I’m sorry, it was a long day,” Emory says. She feels stretched, like keeping a secret this impactful can multiply in a person’s system until the infection takes them down from within. “Yes, that’s me, but what--”

“You were the one in the cave with Tony Stark?” The young woman’s excitement dampens as she frowns at her phone. “He-- he didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No!” Emory says, deeply confused. “What--”

She grabs the phone, and it’s a testament to what she sees written there that the flight attendant doesn’t protest.

From 'Diminished Seventh,' Stephen Strange/OC | DELIGHTED

“Surgeon. You did say that.” Amy let her legs slide down from where she’d drawn them up against her chest. “Why aren’t you anymore? Were you looking for a way to cheat death?”

The question was fraught, but the words had already left her lips. Explaining why she wanted to retract them would be more painful than pushing through.

“No,” Stephen said. The word bore more weight than it ought to, she noticed. “I was injured. My hands.” He didn’t hold them up, instead toying with the tubes of the stethoscope absently. He shrugged, and again, she sensed weight there, a great loss bandaged up in shrugs and sarcasm. “I lost that job, needed another one.” 

His hidden sadness made Amy again yearn to see what he looked like pleased, contented, happy, joyful, delighted. She wanted to collect his emotions, mix and match them, be able to conjure them on demand. The strength of it shook her.

While she was reckoning with that, Stephen leaned over and pressed the stethoscope to her chest. Amy seized up, too vulnerable to want him quite so near, not with those thoughts only a breath away.

“I thought you said you were feeling bet--” He cut himself off, pulling his hand and the medical device away. “You are afraid of me.”

“I don’t know how to feel,” Amy said defensively. It was the honest truth, and as such, felt too revealing by half.

From 'A Solution More Beautiful,' Remus Lupin/OC/Sirius Black | SORROW

“Soup would be a great dinner idea,” Remus said, resting his arm on the back of the couch. “Even though Sirius detests soup. It’s almost as if his mother trained him to be some sort of anti-soup crusader.”

“Which actually means she fed him soup every day while yelling at his technique, more like,” Elodie said, laughing.

Remus looked at her with a curious expression on his face. “Sirius talked to you about his mother?” he asked, clearly very surprised.

Elodie’s heart sank. She’d slipped up with her unnatural knowledge again. She decided to deflect with the truth. “No, he didn’t,” she said. “I just remember the subject of his mother came up, once, and his reaction was so negative I just extrapolated from there.”

Remus made a wry face and looked down at where his hand was playing with a fraying thread from the couch. “I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up there, but he’s got a lot of baggage from his parents, and it would be a powerful thing if he felt he could unload some of it.” He looked up at her, and she could see the depth of his caring for his friend reflected in the sorrow in his eyes. “He had a warped view of family dynamics even before Azkaban.”

“We’re his family now,” Elodie said. She had tried to say it with firm conviction, but she yawned halfway through. “Damnit. I meant to sound more badass there. Like a final line before a commercial break.”

“The funny thing here is I can’t tell which is a typical Elodieism and which is a product of pain medicine and sleep deprivation,” Remus chuckled.

Trust Fall and Diminished Seventh are here on Tumblr!

[jennicatzies]

I played dead plate

It was stressful [ positively but also actually ]

[myreia]

A Mage in the Fields of Mourning…

NARRATOR: Deep among the stinging roses and sweet-smelling thorns the underworld princess makes her uncommonly common discovery once again. A Shade at peace with the sorrows she once bore. A witch, perhaps—or a mage in her world’s terms. A warrior born of both astral and umbral, a daughter of darkness resplendent with light. AUREIA: Keep going like that old man and I will end you. NARRATOR: A sorceress of eld, one might say. Though it is suspected her sharp tongue would refuse such a comparison on principle. AUREIA: Ugh.

Thank you so much to @sunshinemage for this gorgeous Hades 2 inspired artwork of my Warrior of Light, Aureia.

[daffi-990]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ✍️

Tagged by @diazsdimples @giddyupbuck and @wikiangela. Thank you lovelies mwah 😘

Have a little something from LA Lonely -> this is after the fun and orgasms of Buck and Eddie’s hook up. Still don’t know if I’m going to go full spice 🌶️ or just do a quick little run down of things.

Prev snippet & mood board here

Buck expects him to start pulling his clothes on and to give him the whole “this was fun, but I gotta bounce” speel, but Eddie surprises him by climbing back into bed and nudging Buck to roll onto his side so Eddie can scoot up behind him and hold him.

Buck freezes for a moment because no one does this. They have their fun and then they leave. They don’t stay and they definitely don’t cuddle.

Eddie must feel him go tense because his hold loosens and he moves as if he’s about to pull away. “Is this okay?”

Buck grabs at the arms that are wrapped around him, stopping Eddie’s descent. “Y-yeah. It’s-it’s okay.” He pulls at Eddie’s arms and the man settles back behind him, burrowing his face into the juncture where Buck’s neck meets his shoulder as he shuffles closer.

Soft kisses are pressed into his skin and Buck is helpless but to relax back into Eddie, letting the comfort and warmth of whatever is happening wrap around him.

“Stay?” He whispers, not sure if Eddie can hear him but not being brave enough to say it any louder. He feels like he’s asking too much.

A kiss behind his ear. “Okay.”

No pressure tagging: @hippolotamus @puppyboybuckley @exhuastedpigeon @spotsandsocks @devirnis @wikiangela @hoodie-buck @honestlydarkprincess @homerforsure @monsterrae1 @missmagooglie @mellaithwen @nmcggg @lover-of-mine @ladydorian05 @loserdiaz @bekkachaos @wildlife4life @watchyourbuck @weewootruck @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @evanbegins @rewritetheending @rainbow-nerdss @captain-hen @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @glorious-spoon @fortheloveofbuddie @fiona-fififi @disasterbuckdiaz @thewolvesof1998 @try-set-me-on-fire @theotherbuckley @steadfastsaturnsrings @tizniz @athenagranted @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @spagheddiediaz @sunshinediaz and as always, anyone else who wants to share something -> consider this your tag ☺️

[readthephible]

[marcsnuffy]

Thank you for tagging me, @butterfirefly 🫶

I'm kind of a retired ff writer since I haven't finished anything since, like 2022, but some still applies (or applied to me at some point)

No pressure tags ^^ + blank version under read more @blue-thief @sid3buns @bueris

@sinisteryuri @zendersenders @kuro-min

[thepaladinstrait]

welcome (back to trench)⛤

⛤ ALEX / FINN ━━━ they/he/xe/it ⋆ non binary ⋆ demisexual ⋆ pansexual ⋆ clikkie ⋆ fanboy ⋆ fanfiction writer and reader ⋆ music is my lifeline ⋆ i live here ⋆ minor (15+) ⋆ south aus

youreverydaydemikid -> conjectureand-gloom -> holesofmy-sweater -> a-hamwrotetheother51 -> bribery-muffins -> thepaladinstrait

⛤ CURRENTLY ━━━ listening to finn's radiø jas 2024, reading girl in pieces, watching the dead poets society.

my ao3 ||| my spotify ||| my pinterest ||| writing/fic request masterlist ||| extended intro post ||| the chronicles of crop top ty

poetry blog: @emailsicantfuckingsend

[fishyfarms]

you're aet is so cool!!!! i just saw we can request stuff so i was wondering if you'd do a doodle of my fom oc ^-^

You give me girl with cowboy hat and I start jumping up and down like a hyperactive dog SHES SO CUTIE!!

[necrotic-nephilim]

thank you for the tag, @sasheneskywalker!!!

rules: answer and tag nine people you want to get to know better and catch up with.

favorite color: it changes regularly, but currently, a dusty/greyish purple

last song: Maps by The Front Bottoms

currently reading:

Butcher & Blackbird by Brynne Weaver is my current fiction read and i *hate* it with my entire being. don't read it.

Postcolonial Astrology: Reading the Planets through Capital, Labor, & Power by Alice Sparkly Kat is my current non-fiction read and so far, it's very good

i'm reading a lot of comics at the moment, but my main read is Manhunter (2004) which so far, is very good, i highly recommend. i'm also planning to read Midnighter (2007) and Black Widow (2014).

currently watching:

The Acolyte has been my most recent fixation so that's just on loop rewatching over and over in the background. a lot

i've been watching Pennyworth which is far better than i expected it to be, i'm really enjoying it

i also started Invincible, which i've been enjoying

idk if it counts but i've rewatched Madame Web a concerning number of times in the past few days.

currently craving: i'd kill for an Italian Cream Soda from tea2go rn

coffee or tea: tea. i used to be a big coffee person in my teens but my chronic illness doesn't like caffeine and it *really* doesn't like coffee so i just drink tea now, but i do love tea

hobby to try: the unrealistic hobby i'd like to get into a fanfiction binding, but that takes materials and resources i do *not* currently have. i think a more realistic answer is i've been meaning to get into marvel comics more.

current au: tbh the main AU i'm working on is a Lance Brunner-centric Post-Crisis fic where i'm completely rewriting his origins to make his death as Robin more significant but still something no one talks about, leading to the ressurection of Jason also reviving Lance and Jason going on his little spree, having no idea he's not the only dead Robin. i've figured out all of the backstory and how i want to characterize Lance, but the actual plot of the fic i'm still working out. i'm leaning toward Lance/Dick as a ship, but i haven't decided. i have so many notes and ideas though and i think it's funny to take a random one-off character from a random 60s comic and actually turn him into something substantial and how he'd shape the Batfamily. trust me i'm so close to infodumping about it here everyday.

i'm also working on a *really* messed up unhealthy Damian/Tim fic, where Damian purposefully breaks the timeline so Tim was never Robin and Damian was the third Robin instead. but when Bruce "dies" Damian realizes he has no idea where to start with finding Bruce so he has to go to a civilian!Tim for help, who has no idea the timeline was changed or that he was ever Robin in a different world. it's gonna be fun and fucked up and full of Damian's jealousy complex over Tim.

i don't know if i can come up with nine whole people to tag for this since i'm still new here but i can try: @searchforahero @divine-dominion @kevin-day-is-bi @kerakeriza @deepwithintheabyss

@maryshellyswife @alicemaem @justmyshittyspace @sandmanwhore and yeah that's all i got.just tagging some mutuals/ppl i see on my posts a lot!!!

[zukkaoru]

For the ask game:

"It sounded stupid, when he said it out loud, but Atsushi just had to ask."

have some atsulucy!! can be either platonic or romantic, take your pick <3

“Are you okay?” Atsushi asks frantically, rushing over to Lucy’s side.  Through her grimacing, she manages to still glare up at him, which— fair. It sounded stupid, when he said it out loud, but Atsushi just had to ask. “Let me help you up,” he offers instead. Her legs and knees are scraped up, as are her arms, but the worst of the injury seems to be her wrist, if the way she’s cradling it close to her chest is any indication. “I’ll take you back to the Agency headquarters. I’m sure Yosano-sensei will be able to heal you!” Lucy’s glare hardens. “Oh, no. No, no, no. I’ve heard the stories about her ability, and I’d rather not.” “Well I guess I can take you to the hospital and you can end up in a cast for six weeks…” Lucy winces. She pushes herself to her feet without Atsushi’s help, but just about as soon as she’s standing, she leans against him for support. “Fine,” she grumbles. “Take me to your scary doctor.” Atsushi grins. “Would you like me to carry you?” “NO!” (They only make it about a block before Lucy gives in and lets Atsushi carry her the rest of the way.)

send me a sentence (+ a ship) and i'll write the next five sentences

[pitchmoss]

𝔐ake a poll of your favourite female characters (no limits - as many or as little as you want) and see which your followers like the most!

𝔱𝖆𝔤𝖌𝔢𝖉 𝖇𝔶: @elgaravel🩸 ty bestie<3

𝔱𝖆𝔤𝖌𝔦𝖓𝔤: @gothimp @scalpelsister @druidgroves 🍄

@di0brando @kanos @bigbywlf 🍄

@jamessunderlandgf @haarleps @messmers 🍄

[pamouche]

rules: create a poll with five of your all-time favourite onscreen kisses,setting any standard for qualification you choose. then tag more friends to join🧡

thank you @scrumptiousstuffs for the tag<333 it took me less time than i thought lol

1. vee x mark (love mechanics)

2. nubsib x gene (lovely writer)

3. sand x ray (only friends)

4. mhok x day (last twilight)

5. yang x phumjai (love in translation)

tagging (no pressure): @ijzermansdriesen @onzeziggy @if-music-be-the-food-of-love @clairedaring @zhouxiangs @sherrymagic and anyone else who wants to try :)

[asukiess]

writing game 💌

In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

thank you @graythegreyt !!!!! 🩵🥰🫶🏻

was outlining a fic….

I’ll tag… @coffeebanana & @heartfulselkie @celestialtitania!!

[theserenityinviolence]

WILL TUMBLR STOP WITH THE TSC SPOILERS ALREADY IM LOSING MY MIND TRYING TO STAY CLEAN SMH SMH MY HEAD.

[madame-mongoose]

SOME ANTS DOODLES FOR YOU<3

ANT PARTY!!!!!

ANT SHEPARD LOVES HER HERD

ANT BED TIME STORY FOR BABYS

hold on i think this doodle was also meant for you

OOOOH THESE ARE SO PRECIOUS!!!! My favorite is any bedtime story sobbing. It's so cuuuute augh!!!

ALSO THE FUCKINGV HE HAS A PUSSY BEHAHAHSHWHWHHSHAHAHAHHAHAHA THATS SO FUCKING FUNNY. BASYA I LOVE YOU OMGGGG

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

last line wip tag !! :3

rules: in a new post, show the last line(s) you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

(@seiwas sel i am . so late to this forgive me 😔😔 BUT i just got started on another fic so i thought i’d jump in !!! tysm for the tag beloved 🍵)

this is just a little line from the best friend’s brother!gojo fic i started on this morning!! i’m trying to make it mildly funny and mildly bittersweet but mostly i just think bfb!toru is. attractive. 😔😔 so we all know it’s just gna be me drooling over him for 5k words …. as always ………

most of all, he wants to protect you from men like him — men whose emotions get lost somewhere between their minds and their mouths. 

no-pressure tags: @catchuuu @staryukis @dollsuguru @elusivemoon @mossmurdock 💐