#man in the wilderness wip

[theoldwest]

“Are you happy?”

“… I’m hunting.”

HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. VEGAFDQATAGWVVWJEIEISJEHWBWBWVWV

[lokh]

im gonna draw my gaiaonline avi

[yeyinde]

some ideas i'll get to (aka my wips are a revolving door that my sideblog can't keep up with so i'm posting them here so i can hold myself accountable)

hitchhiker au with Simon (the man you ran over and left on the side of the road in a deadly hit and run won't leave you alone; horror)

warden/ward Price (the man who took you in, practically raised you, is getting married. that simply won't do. pseudo father figure, pseudo incest, electra complex; guilt, murder, manipulation, drama, smut)

ward/warden Simon (he wasn't there for you when you needed him the most, but he's here now. he'll make sure your needs are met. all of them; smut, drama)

older neighbour Price (after coming home from college for the summer, you decide to pursue your older neighbour daddy Dom Price in a romance that leaves a bad taste in everyone's mouth; drama, smut)

dad's best friend Price (the joke? you meet a man in a bar. the punchline? he's your dad's friend. a man you grew up with. the unexpected twist? his hand is on your thigh. he still buys you a drink. what are you supposed to do when you've been in love with him since you were sixteen? you go home with him, of course; smut, angst, drama)

best friend's dad Price (armchair psychologists on tiktok could tell you exactly what's wrong with you, you think, as you roll around on his bed, hand shoved down your pants, thinking of him like he wasn't father of your childhood best friend; drama, smut, guilt)

serial killer Price (70s au. he's new in town. strange. but he talks to you, listens. tells you that you're different from the others. but when you start to act just like them, he decides to teach you a lesson in places. specifically, your place beneath him. and if you don't behave, at the end of his knife; horror, thriller; smut)

dog trainer Simon (a vicious dog meets a puppy with abandonment issues. neither see the issue with codependency; smut, toxic relationships)

omegaverse Gaz (after giving Price his happy ending, Kyle decides he deserves one for himself; smut)

dollmaker Simon (all you want is the attention of your god. he just wants her back. so you give that to him; horror, smut)

butcher!Simon (series: mafia "butcher"; you don't question your brother when he sends you to drop off packages to his friends, but when the enforcer for the 141 shows up to teach the little brat selling on their turf a lesson, you realise there's different ways to give away pounds of flesh; slaughterhouse worker Simon just gets out of jail for murder and teaches you how a fielddress a buck. a cute first date if he wasn't holding a knife to your neck; butcher Simon catches a rare fish)

hiking au Soap (they tell you to never hike alone, but when all your friends refuse to go with you, you turn to the internet for help where you meet a man who eagerly agrees to throughhike the Great Divide Trail with you; alone in the wilderness with a man you barely know for eight weeks who seems a little intense. what could possibly go wrong? thriller, smut)

outlaw Price (it's just not in his nature to do anything for free. you should have known that before you asked him, of all people, for help; western, cowboys outlaws and wild west)

priest Price (you find the new pastor drinking whiskey and smoking a cigar by the dock. he finds a gift from god in you: a pretty little wife he gets to pour his faith into; catholicism, religious imagery, bastardisation of religion, smut)

[punkshort]

Do you have any fluffy recs? I need sweet old man miller to make me feel better

Sure! I have a few off the top of my head but forgive me because I know there's so many more. Check out my rec lists if you're in the market, there's a whole slew of different types of fics I've loved in the past year. If anyone knows of good recs that I missed, please add them!

From Eden by @5oh5 - there's angst and drama but her Joel is soooo soft I love plant shop Joel

A Burning Desire by @honeyedmiller - oh her Joel is so sweet in this. Like think romcom, 'handsome stranger saves your life and you fall in love' type of story.

One thing I'm missing by @joelscruff - this was one of the first fics I read in this fandom that I couldn't stop thinking about. Post outbreak soft Joel on the run in the wilderness with reader and Ellie, finding comfort with reader and slowly falling in love. Ugh.

Cookies as Payment by @whxtedreams - this is as fluffy as it gets. Neighbor Joel, cookies, gentle and tentative kisses? Yes, please.

Still Bejeweled by @guiltyasdave - reader gets dumped, goes to a bar with her friend, meets Joel who is so scruffy and soft and kind, who just takes care of her but still has a filthy mouth? What more could you want?

This isn't Joel, it's Javi P, but Late Night Texts by @undercoverpena ... ugh what I wouldn't give to go back in time and read it again for the first time. So soft and sweet.

Also, I've begun reblogging work I love with the tag #shortie's fic recs, so there's more than just these lists. Sadly I've been burdened by all these WIPs and I'm way behind on reading but I try to get a few in here and there.

[paperstorm]

Thanks for the tags @honeybee-taskforce and @whatsintheboxmh!

I have too many wips right now I keep bouncing back and forth and not giving any of them the actual focus they deserve but here's some sexual dysfunction from the 3x11 missing moment.

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Carlos blinks up at the ceiling. His eyes sting.

“Babe?” TK asks, voice suddenly tentative as he picks up on the shift in energy that hangs in the room like a storm cloud over them.

“Gotta pee,” Carlos says, pushing the damp sheet away and getting up. He feels somehow more naked than usual as he walks around the edge of the bed and feels TK’s eyes on him, shutting himself in the bathroom and avoiding his own reflection in the mirror.

It wasn’t a lie, he’s surprised he lasted this long already, and he keeps his eyes closed and tries to breathe as he solves that problem. He rinses his hands with a near-painful churning in his gut, and wonders how long he can hide in the bathroom until TK figures out he’s doing more than using the toilet. Carlos splashes water onto his face and rubs wet hands over his hair, trying in vain to tame some of the wilder curls that sprung out at odd angles while he slept.

When he’s procrastinated as much as he can, he slides the door slowly open, and shouldn’t be as surprised as he is to see TK waiting patiently just on the other side of it. He’s halfway dressed – in boxers and a t-shirt – and Carlos tries not to let his anxious imagination derive more meaning from TK covering himself than TK intended. He tries, but it doesn’t work.

“Hey,” TK says softly, with a small, empathetic smile, like he already knows. He knows Carlos’s disgrace, can scan him like an X-ray machine.

“I’m sorry,” Carlos mumbles, unable to look TK in the eye as he burns in shame. “Are you okay?”

“What?” TK asks, head tilting in confusion that takes Carlos by surprise. He’d assumed he was made of cellophane and that TK could see right through him. “What are you sorry for?”

Carlos just shakes his head. TK steps in closer to him, backing him up against the sink. He grips TK’s hips in his hands but feels like even that comfort, he shouldn’t be allowed. He hasn’t earned it, and he’s stolen enough from TK already this morning. He’s supposed to protect this man, love him and take care of him, and instead …

“Carlos,” TK insists.

Sniffing and wishing he could draw his limbs into a hard outer shell like a turtle so he could hide from the world, Carlos admits, “I feel like … I used you.”

TK doesn’t respond for a moment. Carlos keeps his eyes laser focused on a spot on TK’s sternum where his delicate smattering of chest hair is soft and wispy. Eventually, TK asks, “Used what? What are you talking about?”

Carlos closes his eyes.

“Hey.”

“You’re gonna be sore later, and it’s my fault.” And it didn’t help, either. That part, Carlos is too ashamed of to even say aloud. He tore into TK hoping somewhere in the back of his mind that it might release some of the lingering tension and anger and heartache that’s swirling inside of him, but it’s all still there. In the end it was nothing but selfishness, and it didn’t make him feel any better.

“No,” TK says, his tone suddenly sharp. “No, you’re not allowed to think that. Take it back.”

“TK.”

“I mean it!” he snaps, jostling Carlos with his grip on Carlos’s cheeks. “I know you’re upset, I’m so sorry you’re upset, but I won’t let you do that. You didn’t hurt me, you didn’t do anything I didn’t want, you wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want. We both know that. I trust you, you’re not allowed to decide that I shouldn’t. I won’t let you do that to us.”

Carlos just mumbles his name again, wanting so badly to believe him but not sure he deserves this absolution.

“Take it back,” TK demands again, fierce and adamant. “I’m fine. More than fine, I feel great. We both like it rough sometimes, I know you know that.”

“It’s not the same,” Carlos mutters.

“The same as what?” TK questions, and when Carlos doesn’t answer, he says, “The only thing that’s wrong with me right now is that the man I love is hurting.”

His forehead bumps into Carlos’s when Carlos can’t bring himself to look at him. His thumbs stroke slowly along Carlos’s cheeks, and Carlos wants to melt into his soothing embrace exactly as much as he wants to push TK away from him and reject the comfort and forgiveness he’s so graciously offering.

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[swifty-fox]

WIP / LAST LINE

tagged by @latibvles why thank you!

Working on Outlaws P2!!

cw: consensual choking

Fingers go lax around his throat, caressing rather than bruising and still Gale can’t force his lungs to move. He makes a helpless weak little noise.

“Breathe, Gale,” John croons.

Screwing his eyes shut, Gale lets John fuck the breath back into his body, gasping and shivering and limp with dizziness.

“Again,” he croaks when he can finally form words again. He’s exhaling soft little keens of pleasure with every thrust but his voice is steady.

John hisses, shocked and wild and all Gale can taste is whiskey. John’s hand tightens again, sends Gale spinning higher and wilder and his eyes keep rolling so he can’t look John in the eye but the other man bends to kiss him like he knows. It’s not much of a kiss, Gale’s body too interested in finding oxygen to commit to a full exchange of their lips. John seems to care exactly none, licking his way across the open wound of Gale’s mouth.

“Good fucking lord, Buck,” John gasps reverently, using his other hand to smooth the hair of Gale’s tear-stained face.

He’s being choked, he can’t help it.

Spots dance across his eyes when he comes, a vicious full-bodied reaction that drags on forever. Right at his peak John releases his grip around Gale’s neck and he shatters through another ceiling and when he comes back to his body John’s pressing soothing cool kisses against the throbbing skin of Gale’s neck.

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[amaralionelli]

About me

I go by Amara or Ghost. She/He/They.

Most of my stories include queer characters because, well, I am.

I'm an old person with a big kid job who's working towards getting a grown-up job (aka I work full time and go to college. Someone help me!)

I'm central timezone, but work overnights, so that's when I'll be most active. It's strange, I know.

While I'm not new to Tumblr, I am new to the writing and reading communities here.

I got into writing like most people I know my age, through roleplaying stories with friends back in the golden days of Gaia Online (my age is showing , huh?)

I am. Super dyslexic. Feel free to kindly point out any spelling or grammatical errors I make. I try my best, but nothing is ever perfect.

I love meeting, and talking to, new friends! Community is very important to me whether it's my local queer community, or my many online communities. Let's get to know each other! My inbox is always open 💙

My WIPs

The Whimsical World of Tobias James Barton.

His name was Tobias James Barton, born the 31st day of October in the year of 1830. All Hallows Eve as it was. He was turning 13 this year, though he couldn't for the life of him recall a single thing from before he was 12 years of age .

A boy with terrifying strength and a mysterious past meets a man with a book and a secret. Together, they solve mysteries, fight magical beasts, and cause general chaos wherever they go.

The Prize Fighter of Iskana (link to Wattpad)

Ferris is an untouchable. Bred for war and a life of violence. A beast who was only good for their strength and obedience. It was all they knew. When they are whisked away to the desert country of Iskana as punishment for stepping out of line, they are sure it would be the end for them. The universe, however, had much different plans. It's in the palace of Iskana where they meet the rather strange demon prince that turns all that they knew about life, and love, upside down.

Pandora

War is coming to them, but the people living peacefully on the planet of Pandora can't feel it. Skye Wilder is on the cusp of adulthood. He'll be graduating high-school soon, moving into an apartment with his cousin, Karul-An, and his off and on boyfriend, Justin, while joining the engineering program at the community college just two star systems over.

Or at least he thinks he will.

Things take a turn when his estranged older brother, Vincente, shows up with some plans of his own.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Valentines with ej?

Valentines w/ EJ

probably only going to answer this request and another one today!! kind of feeling mushy brained and more out of it than usual + i still got art wips to work on

youre probably going to have to remind him, dont drop hints. be direct with him and make it clear that you want to do something for the holiday. ej has a hard time keeping track of time and dates given he spends the majority of his time in a cabin

dropping hints and dancing around it is only going to cause issues (plus he just generally prefers people to just get to their point, this man needs clear communication)

very limited in what he can do for you since he doesnt have cash and he cant exactly wander into a shop even if he did have the money

probably makes you something handmade

uses the fact he lives out in the wilderness to his advantage, i think he would get you a bunch of flowers...

might try his hand at making a flower crown for you, though be warned its going to not be... the best...

if you want him to spend the day at your place, hes going to sneak in as soon as he can.. might make you dinner

not a bad cook, surprisingly

i mean he used to be a normal person who had to provide for himself, hes still got his skills

he doesnt say he loves you often, he knows he should say it more and he wishes he could but hes got the "i dont deserve you" thoughts deeply internalized in him.. but i think he would push the point that you mean the world to him

[andthekitchensinkao3]

WiP Wednesday

Thank you for the tags @lokimobius @kcscribbler and @thosegayoldmen 😘🥰

So, remember that post I uploaded like... this morning, about the Lokius/BG3 brainrot being real? And five minutes later, I had IDEAS?

I give you, the first draft of a fairytale prologue. Because now I have the whole thing plotted out in my head, start to finish - and NOTE TO SELF: it's gonna be A ONE-OFF FIC, not a bajillion chapters.

~***~

Once upon a time, there lived an elven lord who wanted for nothing. His wife was formidable, a warrior in her own right, and gifted with magic. They’d fought together, side by side, as long as they’d known each other. He was her blade; she was his shield. They lived for each other. They fought for justice and honour, and for a time they were happy.

But when they had their firstborn, she was fulfilled in ways her husband could not be. The lord secretly wanted more than the quietude of domestic life and a political position away from the battlefield. He longed for knowledge, and through it, power.

That longing brought him to one of the Nine Layers of Hell, where he fought all manner of demons. Wading through the darkest depths in search of enlightenment.

What he found was not knowledge. It was not power, the way he’d anticipated.

What he found was a newborn tiefling, with dark blue skin and the most vivid, orange eyes, and within the elven lord something…stirred. Compassion, for a hornéd Hellspawn.

He brought the child back home to his lady wife, whose heart swelled for the baby. She would love him forever, like one of her own. The lord dismayed. They could never raise a tiefling child. Even under their protection, he would never be safe from harm.

So it was that they took the baby to an old woman who lived in the marshlands to the south, for she was as old as time, and knowledgeable of the old magics that governed the wilderness.

“Please,” the lord begged the hag. “Make this child invisible to those who would hurt him.”

“Shield him,” begged the lady. “In ways I cannot.”

“Let him grow up as part of our family. He has no one else but us.”

The hag considered their words, and plucked the baby from its new mother’s arms. She weighed and measured him by the scope of her eye, from the tips of his black horns to the tip of his dusty blue tail. “I’ll do as you ask, my lord. Transform the boy indefinitely, in your image. He'll want for nothing, raised as an elf in such a wealthy household. Money. Status. Power.”

“In exchange for your left eye,” said the hag to the lord. “I’ll give him the prettiest face in all the land, and let him keep his innate abilities.”

The thieving parents were pleased, having thought a bargain with a bog witch would come at greater cost.

“But,” said the hag, one finger raised in warning. “My magic does not extend to the child's future offspring. Blood, like truth, will out. One way or the other.”

The lord turned to his lady wife, distraught. “Such can never come to pass. Devilspawn grandchildren bearing my name? No. The boy shall never know love,” he told the hag. “You must make it so, and he'll never want to marry.”

“No!” Said the would-be-mother. “He must know love, for that is what brought him to us.”

The hag considered this, and made her final verdict. “I promise you this: no matter the love you pour into him, it shall never be enough. Until one day, when he shall be seen for what he truly is, and neither man nor woman shall love the devil in him.”

[theoldwest]

ALMOST DONE WITH MY MF WIP (the first chapter) YEAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[runner-owen]

WIP Intro: The Last Lawman in Fort Lostblood

A queer dark fantasy western novella

"We all do what we must to survive.”

A cool breeze carried me to Fort Lostblood. Everyone's waiting for it to carry me right back out. My name's Owen, and I don't plan on leaving. I like this town. Like the way the moons’ light hits the buildings and warms the walls the way the sun could've, once. I like the wilderness. I like the people. Like the fact they know nothing about me. They think I'm just a child, though I just turned 20. They think I can't protect anybody, like the sheriff and the other deputies did, right up to the end.

Maybe they're right. But there must be something valuable about me. I leave town on a wild goose chase and come back to the whole place locked up. Something got inside those walls while I was gone. Something bad. Someone real bad. Vampire outlaws, led by the Wolf. He's waiting for me. Waiting for me to give up. If I don't, they'll kill the whole town. Why he wants me, I don't know. But he wants me alive. He wants me for himself. He wants me as his pet. I can't defeat him alone.

But apparently I'm not alone. There's a stranger waiting for me in the wilderness. A Knight Ranger, the Sire Commandant, Aurum Von Domini. Tall, dark and handsome, and a nasty reputation. He doesn't believe I'm the deputy. Maybe if he did, he wouldn't offer me a deal that makes my stomach flip and body warm. I need his help. I need his skills. I need to save my home. I need that more than I need to keep my secrets. Because he's not really a stranger. He's the man I ran away from marrying.

The Wolf will regret this. I hope I don't, too...

Features:

Gay trans protagonist

Antihero love interest

Wicked vampires

Badass fight scenes

Possible smut epilogue

Multiple POC characters, love interest included

Dragons

Estimated 15k word count

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[direwombat]

tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton and @titiagls to share some more wippy goodness this wednesday (thank you both 🧡🧡🧡)

i promised last week that i'd share the jakesyb werewolf au belligerent sexual tension, so here's a draft of that :)c this snippet occurs later in the scene of my previous wip wednesday, picking up while the newest pack initiates are having their little baptismal dunk in the henbane. predictably, jacob is still being a possessive freak about things <3

[Jacob] presses the knife’s tip against his finger. Not hard enough to draw blood, just enough to feel the cool bite of metal against the calloused flesh. But it doesn’t stop his imagination from running wilder than the Wolf inside. She’d look so good like this: drenched from head to toe with her clothes clinging to her lithe form and staring up at him with awe, wonder, and hunger in those wild green eyes. He wonders if she would lean into his touch when he went to mark her as one of the Pack. 

He wonders if she would grab his wrist when he’s done and nurse at his wound — just as eager to get a taste of him as he is to taste her. 

The wind changes direction, trees rustling in the breeze. 

Then he smells her. Cinnamon whiskey and cigarette smoke drifts lazily through the air. 

Along with the sweet and sour notes of sweat and sex. That of hers and the Huntsman. 

His wolf stirs, possessive and angry. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end and the grip around his knife tightens. His gaze darts out to the congregation and sees that his Chosen, the ones familiar with Eli's scent pick up on it as well. As does Joseph, whose back and shoulders suddenly go tight. 

One of the Chosen pushes his way through the crowd to approach Jacob. “Sir,” he whispers, “I think we may have a problem.” 

A stolen glance and subtle nod of dismissal from Joseph is all Jacob needs. “I’ll handle it,” he grunts, shoving his way through the crowd with predatory intent. The mass of people instinctively part for him, making way for one of their four Alphas. 

He storms his way back up the riverbank and towards the church. Now that he’s away from the rest of the pack, the stoic facade he was barely clinging to crumbles to dust. Lips curling back to reveal his teeth, he growls and snarls his way as he follows the Deputy’s scent. Blood courses white hot through his veins, pulse and thundering in his ears. He knows it's just her somewhere in the shadows; that she wouldn’t have knowingly brought her precious little Huntsman into a literal den of wolves. His scent isn't fresh enough for that to be the case.

Besides, she values his life too much to do such a thing.

Yet here she is using him to make us jealous, his wolf pants, wild-eyed and frothing at the mouth. Can’t value his life too much if knows just how easily we could rip him apart. 

She’d kill us before we could get to him, he reasons. She thinks of Eli as her pack.

The next thought is one of both man and wolf: We’ll have to fix that.

Sybille doesn’t make herself difficult to find. All Jacob has to do is follow the trail of smoke drifting from behind the church. He rounds the corner to find her lurking in the shadows. She’s leaning against a stack of wooden shipping crates. A cigarette dangles loosely between two fingers. She watches him approach, regarding him with  half-lidded eyes — bored, disinterested, mocking.

“You gotta lotta crates, here,” she muses, kicking at the one she’s leaning against with a sturdy boot. A ring of embers glows, casting soft orange light over the sharp, angular planes of her face. She quirks a skeptical brow. “All of this is for construction, I take it?” 

Rather than indulging in her condescending tendency for accusatory banter as he normally has — wolf in sheep’s clothes; play nice, play nice, play nice — he instead grabs her by the lapels of her denim jacket, hoists her off the crates, and slams her back against the church’s vinyl siding. Pink lips part as the wind is knocked from her lungs with a low oof. She stares up at him dazed and doe-eyed. It only lasts for a moment, but it’s a taste of the submission he so badly craves from her. 

And then her teeth are baring in a ferocious snarl. Her hands fly up to grasp his wrists and with a hissed, “Get your hands off me,” she kicks her leg out, trying to sweep his knees. The motion gives him just enough space to push between her thighs and press his hips flush with hers, pinning her in place. She wriggles and thrashes against him. Spittle flies from her lips as her teeth gnash angrily together. 

Yet despite her struggling, her head angles to the side. The pale column of her neck stretches out before him and the Wolf takes over. He leans down until the slope of his nose is nuzzling against soft skin and he inhales deeply, drinking in her musk. His tongue darts out to lap at the light sheen coating her skin. The salty-sweet taste blooms across his tongue. A pleased rumble vibrates low and deep in his chest.

She responds with a growl of her own, but the arch of her back betrays her. Thin, but obviously muscular arms wrap around his neck as she steadies herself against the solid mass of his body. One hand claws at the space between his shoulder blades while the other tangles itself in the crop of hair atop his head. 

“You’re late,” he growls. Sharp teeth graze over her thundering pulse. He seals his mouth against her throat, savoring the way it flutters against his lips. His head spins at the sensation. He’s so close to her mating bond — can fucking smell the pheromones releasing as he rocks his hips up and ruts against the heat between her thighs. 

In a half-hearted attempt to pull him away, she gives his hair a harsh tug. “You’re damn lucky I showed up at all,” she grits through clenched teeth. “Now, lemme go.”

He snaps his teeth to nip at her earlobe and a sardonic laugh rumbles deep in his chest at her barely suppressed shudder. “Oh, no, honey. You’re lucky you came to your senses.” His voice drops, deep and threatening. “I’d’ve hunt you down, otherwise.”

“I’d’a like to see you try.”

“Careful what you offer, sweetheart,” he hums. “I might just take you up on it.”

Her breath hitches, and from where he is, so close to her pulse, he hears her heart racing in excitement. And maybe it’s the remnants of her time with Eli, but as he goes to lick his lips, he swears he tastes something sweet and citrusy blooming in the air. 

Arousal. 

Hers, specifically. 

His Wolf is begging him to fuck her. Put her in her place and establish hierarchy. Throw her to the ground. Claim her. Own her. All he wants is to rip her apart and for her to return the favor. He has half a mind to throw her over his shoulder and slam her against the flatbed of his truck and show her just how much she belongs to him. 

Only him.

and posting a silly little dnd related doodle i did earlier today that's really for myself and three other people, but it's been a while since i've drawn something and i can't wait to get home so i can slap some colors on this. the party's tiefling artificer pulls the puppy-dog eyes and every time that happens this is what i picture my npcs seeing

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[bidisasterevankinard]

Wip Wednesday

starting it today because I finally make good progress in editing King Eddie/Lord Buckley and want to give you another little peace with hope next i will give you whole fic (tag list for the fic) more of this fic

Buck adjusts the necklace, before bending over the railing, but not daring to put it down, knowing too well how passionate Eddie is to love his man while he wears the jewelry he gave him. Especially this diamond - collar like - necklace. King feels the burning sensation rushing through his body from the picture of his gorgeous love wearing only the jewelry he gifted. “Bent a little bit lower, my love,” Buck completely puts his body on the balcony railing. “Now spread your legs wilder,” another command is obeyed. “Perfect,” Eddie murmurs from his seat two meters from his bent lover, feeling drunk from Buck being his good boy as if he drank wine that hits right in the head from just one sip. “Now it is time for a dessert, isn't it?”  Chewing each small piece of dessert so slowly that the food turns into a mush from the impact of his teeth and savoring the taste of berries and fruits, Eddie reveals with a smirk in the way Buck tries to stay completely still, but eventually moving from the warm breeze gently passing over his bare skin, or just because it is hard for Lord to stay without movements for too long when he is excited and start to get desperate. But he said it, the King could do anything he wanted with him. For now Eddie wants to admire his lover in the starlight being naked and in such a compromising position, and maybe make his lover desperate to the point he is not even begging, but crying to be touched. King likes this version of Buck in this point of desire when he can think only about Eddie, his touches, kisses, orders, praises and boundless, like the universe, love between them.

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[cacodaemonia]

Summarize 5 wips badly!

I got tagged by @theproblemwithstardust and @marbled-polecat, but I only have one wip going at the moment, so I didn't attempt this. When @lizardberriestagged me, though, I was reminded that I could also use wips that are just ideas atm or are in the editing stage, so I'll give this a try. My regular fic summaries are always so bad, idk if I can make summaries sound any worse... 😂

Lonely one-time soldier gets a crash course in classism, builds trails in the wilderness with coworker who's even more lost than him, smokes some space!weed, and learns about the wonders of systemic change.

Couple engaged in a painting project accidentally make a mess, then deliberately make a mess, and then they get weird about it—but in a good way.

Pseudo-vampire and his buddies learn the hard way that he's contagious.

Family on a road trip stop by the ocean on the way to their destination, accidentally change the futures of two planets.

Newest member of throuple ponders, flirts, and has more feelings about his partners than he bargained for.

Man, these were hard lkdfjgdfkjg

Okay, I think a lot of folks have already been tagged, but no-pressure: @amukmuk @northstarfan @loverboy-havocboy @crystalshard @the-bees-patella

[bodhranwriting]

But There is No Road Through the Woods

An elderly forester, cursed with immortality, accepts the arduous task of guiding an eclectic troupe of travellers through the Lost Forest; a wilderness claimed by spirits, fae, and the undead. But as he struggles to keep his charges alive, he finds himself being reminded of his humanity and his long-buried desire to find something worth living – or dying – for.

The Lightning Herders

Barely a day after their move, a young family’s farm in rural Canada is trapped in a dangerous and never-ending thunderstorm. Determined to stop it, Third – an autistic aspiring inventor – sets out on a quest to uncover the many mysteries of her new home. Why is their landlord’s room glowing green and why does he have a chained chest under his bed? What does the destroyed angel monument have to do with anything? Is the forest truly full of ghosts?

But when another young girl falls out of the sky in an inexplicable flying machine, Third’s world suddenly gets a lot bigger. There is an entire domain of danger and magic above the clouds… and it’s all connected back to Third’s new home.

The London Necropolis Railway

A medium who spends his days secretly reassuring the departed on the Victorian railway to the graveyards beyond the city reunites with a childhood friend only to learn a feared necromancer has infiltrated the train and is putting deadly wheels into motion. Now it’s up to a man who jumps at his own shadow to hold his own amongst the living dead.

[vacantgodling]

CURRENT BETWIXT THUMB AND FOREFINGER (AKA 19TH CENTURY TWILIGHT ADAPTATION THAT CRASHED INTO GOTH LIT SOMEWHERE) RESEARCH AND PLANNING and generally my chaotic thought process lmao.

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tl;dr: all of this is still subject to change bc i'm still planning a lot of this stuff out. however, i want to post what i have so far bc how i plan things is kinda intriguing to me and i wanna talk about something but bc i'm not Writing Prose atm this is all i got.

transposed under the cut but i wanted to showcase what the actual doc looks like :p

WIP NAME ⟶ BETWIXT THUMB AND FOREFINGER

(the hell) betwit thumb and forefinger — the time between solstice and equinox

with the secondary title that almost implies that the story is taking place over a short time period between solstice and equinox — which is a 90 day period, so about 3 months?

idk if i have to keep that in the title, but perhaps the title is a reference to how short a time this is in the grand scheme of things, especially in the life of an immortal creature, but for biscella this is a lifetime. going through every stage of grief and sommemore shit. so i think i’ll call it betwixt thumb and forefinger (BTAF)

some kind of celestial name (twilight/new moon/eclipse/breaking dawn) ⟶ something in this realm to tie back to twilight’s inspo’s somehow but idk if i wanna give that bitch the luxury

dark adaptation — the eyes’s transition to night vision

equinox / solstice

retrograde 

betwixt retrograde and amnesia LMAO

betwixt equinox and solstice

i need to decide what year i want this story to take place in cuz that’s gonna hinge everything.

History of the Netherlands - Wikipedia

peninsular war was 1807-1814. sjaak did not see the end of this conflict as he was turned into a werewolf by a fellow soldier “gust” (why, idk yet).

joined the french army (netherlands and french were allies during this time the batavain-french alliance™) and fought in the battle of zaragoza (1808) ; was injured and near death when he was found by gust a gravewalker. there’s been a rumor going around during the battle that people have seen corpses up and walk away from the battle and their wounds and its because gust (and others) have been turning them into werewolves for some greater purpose. — sjaak becomes one of these when he leaves.

if i assume that for all intents and purposes sjaak is 18 when he finally leaves the netherlands and joins the spanish FRENCH army, then maybe he’s 20 when he’s turned into a werewolf. so… 20 during 1808.

born: 1788 in the netherlands — black mother who was a slave but then brought to the netherlands and subsequently freed. father was the master of the home she worked at.

biscella is younger than sjaak and i want her to be a naive 18 during 1808—perhaps this happens during 1808? but then we would have the war to contend with going on unless it was removed from the battlefield somewhat.

the “cullens” are located in castillo-nuevo in what is now navarre spain and have cleared it out to build a castle there. that lonely castle in the middle of the wilderness is where biscella lies. the crypt is hidden among the mountainous landscape, and even though biscella was there during the funeral, another aspect of everything is eduard appearing to her in dreams/visions/as an apparition keeps her from knowing his location fully by scrambling her mind.

i want sjaak to kill that baby

“you have the face of the woman i love. but the blood of the man i hate flows thorugh you” or something. kills the damn baby and makes biscella’s death worthless in some ways

“she would’ve wanted you to live. she would’ve wanted me to show you the ways of the world and the sun in the trees and the apples that hang low from branches. but i am a monster filled with utter darkness and hate. i will kill what she cherished, and hope that in your death, her memory will haunt me.” or something.

NAMING STRUGGLES ⟶ Spanish naming customs - Wikipedia / Category:Catalan-language surnames - Wikipedia / Names Categorized "Twilight characters" - Behind the Name

possible names for bella (romani, coming from germany into netherlands after being expelled from the country or whatever)

biscella 

mirella ⟶ variant of amaryllis (meaning to sparkle)

sibella ⟶ prophetess (variant of the name sybil)

tsarla ⟶ evening

gisela ⟶ hostage/pledge

biscella schwann

tsarla schwann

gisela schwann

sibella schwann

karl schwann + tsarla schwann >> biscella schwann >> 

surnames for eduard & the cullens™ ⟶ casavantes (the name taken from the patriarch of the family; comas is the 

CHARACTERS

biscella schwann de casavantes (bella) ⟶ follows the standards of the region + is not spanish so she just goes with the flow

karl schwann (charlie father, dead)

tsarla schwann (mother, dead)

sjaak de witte (dutch) (jacob)

luis jofre casavantes basurto (carlisle) ⟶ created via union but killed his parents so he could defect to a “vegetarian” lifestyle (aka hibernation). he forbids the usage of venom to create more of their coven, forbidding the femme vampires from autonomous reproduction essentially.

maritxell comas miranda (esme) ⟶ wife and half-sister of luis; created via union and assisted luis in killing their parents so that they could start their own coven. completely loyal to him and was defanged in an act of loyalty (aka; she can no longer make other vampires stronger as luis removed her fangs, this also keeps her from drinking blood AND solely dependent on him for protection)

i want maritxell to actually have a more prominent role than just like. a sad woe is me matriarch. i want her to be like those women who uphold the patriarchy by being misogynistic towards other women. women like her own daughters (rosita and azelie) need to know their place, and because biscella is romani, she views her as subhuman (and also just as a breeder for eduard’s seed).

i don’t want her to be like romilda in vdtrt who’s more battered wife syndrome. i think maritxell and luis are very very complicit in one another’s bullshit.

rosita casavantes i comas (rosalie) ⟶ first child of the union between luis and maritxell, defanged at birth, rosita desperately wishes to be with child (need to figure out why). she is intensely jealous of biscella despite knowing the woman will die, and torments her now that eduard has been buried in the crypt.

eduard casavantes i comas (edward) ⟶ uses ‘i’ instead of ‘y’ or ‘de’ because he’s specifically from catalina ; created via union of luis and maritxell, and despite being the middle child, is the strongest of the vampire children.

azelie picard (alice) ⟶ luis impregnated a french woman who azelie assumed the name of once she was born. she was the one who met biscella first and despite everything is protective of her. she did not approve of eduard impregnating her (lesbian undertones and may defect and help sjaak, we’ll see). does not want to be defanged.

silvano di luise (jasper) ⟶ youngest child of the coven and born of an italian woman, his surname means ‘son of luis’ (as he is). he is very conflicted on the matter of whether or not they should stay ‘vegetarian’ if they’re still going to kill human (women) anyway by impregnating them with their spawn and thinks that human men should receive the same treatment by being killed for food or made as spawns as well. its caused infighting amongst the coven.

the other question is if i should add other characters. bc i included all the twilight vampires that are Actually Interesting (sorry emmett you’re fucking boring to me) and i’m also only including the werewolves that are interesting to me… which is mostly ig sam, leah, and whats her name. 

WORLDBUILDING AND SHIT

HOW VAMPIRES WORK (biologically)

vampires are made only through human hosts; vampires with penises can impregnate women and the pregnancy will last for 2 years until the woman is fully drained of all her blood and innards, then perish, with the baby bursting out of the womb

vampires without can impregnate men or women via their venom and it will take the form of a parasite forming in their stomach. these vampires tend to be more deadly, though because of the times it is rare to have these kinds of non-producing ‘coven’ leaders. they will do so if their mate is killed, but usually they use their venom to strengthen the other vampires in their coven.

vampires that are created via the union of two vampires in coitus will have a normal “human like” pregnancy, and tend to be the most powerful of all) (ie: eduard)

unlike werewolves vampires cannot be “turned” they can only be born.

HOW WEREWOLVES WORK (turned)

werewolves are the natural enemies to vampires as they were specifically engineered hundreds of years ago to be on par with the nightwalkers’s (vampires) habits.

they cannot be born biologically; once you are turned a werewolf you are infertile.

werewolves are created via consumption of the compound moonstone, which, as its name suggests, is what people of this time assume to be rocks from the actual moon.

whether it is or isn’t is debatable. its not Really important. you eat it and you are now lycanthrope congrats