#my wips :(

[frostbitebakery]

“After the war,” Doom parrots, grins down to the floor. “Had a clown for first meal, did you, Grey.”

“Sorry if I offended your sensibilities,” Grey snipes, delivers a kick to Doom’s protected thigh. “Move over, Sunshine.”

Doom reluctantly does as so politely requested and shuffles to the side with a groan. “Not my name anymore,” he reminds, doesn’t even try to make his voice gruff.

“Would fit better with the theme your Generals have going on.” Grey helps himself to the water bottle resting by Doom’s foot. “Answer the fucking question already, Commander Sunny.”

“The usual,” he says loftily, hides himself between his hands. “Fuck my way through Coruscant.” Ask, if not beg, his way into the Jedi Temple’s produce gardens. “Find myself a pretty thing to settle down with.” Maybe, for once, be on the receiving end of being cherished. “Probably have a bunch of tubies.” Create the perfect strawberry through care and studying and time. “Probably cheat along the way,” he adds. “You know me.” Holding something precious and fragile, something robust and nutritious. Alone in a little lab if he’s really lucky, with the Jedi’s knowledge and expertise right around the corner. Feeling the sun on his face, on the newly uncurled leafs. Feeling life when his fingers sink into the soil. “And die drunk in a gutter.”

“You’ve never been a good liar, Doom,” Grey remarks quietly.

[msvartzy]

[cha-melodius]

Back after my little The Pairing break to bring you more spy soulmate AU. Trucking along with this one, bolstered as always by @celeritas2997 and @cricketnationrise screaming about every update I drop for them. You guys are the bestest and are keeping me going for real.

She reaches out and lays a hand on Henry’s forearm, but when he looks down it’s all wrong. Her skin is so much paler than his, and his hands— “No,” he says, which confirms it. “No no no, Bea, you didn’t. Tell me you didn’t do this.” He gets up and strides over to the doors—it takes him a step longer than he expects—then pushes back the curtains. The city of Marrakesh stretches out below him, the familiar minaret of Kutubiyya Mosque jutting up from the sprawling rooftops and the Atlas Mountains just visible through the haze in the distance. Henry’s stomach drops, horror filling him even as something even more terrible tries to take root in his chest: hope.

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@nicijones for the tags!

As always, an open tag for anyone who'd like it or just tag me so I can see what you're writing! More tags below the cut!

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[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @loveyouanyway @tizniz @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples 💖

got back to my bucktommy post-7x05 smut (that's a continuation of a fic that apparently I posted over a month ago?? I gotta get on it lmao)

have a lil bit I just wrote haha (yes, they're only at the point of taking their shirts off and we're at 3.7k 🙈 why is my smut always this fucking long jfc)

prev snippet

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"There’s no rush.” Tommy smiles, as he dives in for a kiss, grinding his hips against Buck’s, and oh, at this angle it feels even better. “Let me make you feel good first.” Tommy whispers with another roll of his hips. 

“As long as you do it naked.” Buck responds, and Tommy laughs again, warm and affectionate, if a little breathless. Then, he sits up and slides his shirt off, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Buck’s hands immediately land on his skin.

“Better?” Tommy asks, quirking an eyebrow. 

“Uh-huh, so much better.” Buck nods, eyes scanning the expanse of Tommy’s naked chest, as his hands slowly move all over the skin, caressing the sides, gently running his fingers over the burn scar on his ribs, Tommy’s breath hitching in surprise, but when Buck looks into his eyes, he only sees affection and desire. He has his fair share of scars, too, and he knows how vulnerable showing them might be – because yeah, some people might think the scars are cool or hot or whatever, but no one wants to think about how they got there, or wants to be there to witness it, because it freaks them out. But they both get it, get the dangers of the job, and maybe one day they can share stories about their scars, both mental and physical – Buck would love to hear all about everything that made Tommy who he is now. With time, at some point, it is their second date, after all. So now he just smiles, reassuring, and moves up to press his lips against the scar gently. Tommy’s face melts into something soft. But then Buck’s leaning back again, hands back to traveling over the expanse of Tommy’s chest, going up to his pecs, shoulders, down his arms, and up his back. God, there’s just so much of him.

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[panoffrying]

Yall will hate me when I finish this

[loserdiaz]

tell me about your exes to lovers ideas? 👀

i kissed you goodbye by accident - old habits die hard okay?!?! i was thinking this for buddie. they decided to stay friends after breaking up and they have chris and they still work together, so its not like they had a choice. and then one day, after buck drops chris off like they're a divorced couple sharing custody, eddie asks him to stay for a couple of beers??? and when buck leaves he accidentally kisses eddie oop🫣

i know you can’t cook for shit so i’ve been bringing you dinner every night, just, y’know, to keep you alive. OKAY BUT HEAR ME OUT. this with buddie where buck is a chef and owns a restaurant and every night after he closes he drives by eddie's to leave the most delicious of meals(????

are you?? sabotaging?? my dates?!?!? i just feel this would be so funny lmao. like maybe they broke up and buck hears from hen that eddie is going on this date and he cant help but to sabotage it??? it could also work the other way around bc petty eddie is so hilarious idk.

i fell in love with you while i was undercover and i know you’re mad at me for lying but i have to go back to my old life (and i want you to be in it) (i think i promised this to @hoodie-buck years ago oop)

i might get hate for this one but its a bucktommy idea qhere they broke up bc eddie confessed his feelings for buck and then the idiots realize maybe they work better off as friends and buck realizes he made a mistake but its too late bc he already broke tommys heart (its not too late, tommy is still very much pathetically in love with him as well)

we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realise i’m wearing your shirt  and this one also for bucktommy bc i feel it would be so funny tbh sjhshs

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Lokius. Mobius and Loki get together but Loki doesn't have the equipment Mobius expects them to. 😏 No nsfw in snippet.

It was their first ever kiss and it was electric. Hidden deep in the archives, Mobius was pressed up against the shelves filled with ancient reports no one ever looked at anymore, giving in to Loki’s charm. In all honesty, he was surprised he had lasted as long as he did, and now he couldn’t figure out why he had waited to have those thin yet soft lips brushing against his, sending shivers down his spine. He pulled them closer by their arms, then let his hands roam down Loki’s sides until he could grasp hold of their ass, squeezing the firm muscle and making them buck into him. Mobius smiled, laughing when he felt Loki do the same, and they continued kissing despite it, neither really wanting to let go until they needed to. Eventually they did and Mobius stared at those kiss-swollen lips, wanting them on him again. He briefly managed to look up at those darkening eyes fixed on him and asked, “Shall we take this to my place?”

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Tagged by @kcscribbler 💕

Encouraged to begin this fic by @lokimobius 😘

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And anyone else who reads this and wants to do it. Consider yourself tagged.

[lizzie-bennetdarcy]

It has been very difficult for my brain to make words and put them on paper recently, so I am picking back up a short fic I told myself I would finish quite some time ago in the hopes that I get the motivation to finish it now.

Thank you to everyone who has tagged me in the last month (?) or so, I am so sorry if I've missed you!

@kiwiana-writes @indestructibleheart @carolrain @heysweetheart-writes @henryspearl @onthewaytosomewhere @hgejfmw-hgejhsf my beloved wife @hippolotamus @blueeyedgrlwrites @firenati0n @stereopticons @affectionatelyrs @itsmaybitheway

If you haven't played, consider this your tag!

“I thought I'd surprise you.” The man smiles at him, and all of the air leaves Alex's lungs. Is this what a crisis of sexuality feels like? Forget playing along, Alex wants to flirt with this man for real. Strong arms wrap around him, and Alex feels his own come up around the man automatically. Yes, he's definitely having a crisis. One that involves leggy blondes who smell nice and give fantastic hugs. The harsh whisper is back, only this time the man says, “kiss me.”

[your-writing-motivation]

Two truths and a lie but its for your WIP (doesn't have to be a character)

Okay so I saw a bunch of people do this and I was inspired (jazz hands). Tag people you want to guess yours 💗

For my MC Sophia

She carries band aids everywhere

She doesn't use contractions when speaking

She has spent a night in an abandoned building

@seekmemystar; @chaoticcandle; my greatest foe @prettiest-boy-around

[dragonwritersblog]

An idea I had in the funbun server

Is it really me coming up with a whole new au of Jax just cause I want freakshow Pomni to be loved and happy?…y-yeah.

[booplebuns]

Self indulgence art of the year wooooo

Heavily referenced cause I this as my wallpaper 🥺🥹 Arlaya ( my tav based off me) and Halsin just admiring her

[orangebunny]

Another Wip of a unused sticker design for school,,,

Again, I might come back to this one at some point! :D

[cha-melodius]

No special banner for this week because I can't be assed to make one for Wednesday lmao. Thanks for the tags @onthewaytosomewhere, @kiwiana-writes, @energievie, and @three-drink-amy!

“What’s he like?” he asks. He doesn’t have to clarify who he means; B has apparently followed his train of thought. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees her lips twitch into the ghost of a smile. He knows he’s not supposed to ask, but he can’t help himself. “I don’t mean, like, identifying details, but just… I can tell you know him well. Can’t you just tell me about who he is as a person?” “Well,” B begins, her expression going soft and fond, “he’s an incredible officer, but he’s so much more than that. He loves to read and write. He dresses like he’s allergic to color and has the musical tastes of someone twice his age. He’s gentle and kind, and more sensitive than he should be in this line of work. He’s… a hopeless romantic at heart.” “Really?” “Don’t tell him I told you that last part,” she warns with a huff of laughter. “Huh,” Alex says. He chews on his lower lip for a moment, thinking, until he finally gets up the courage to ask, “So what do you think the likelihood is that his soulmate is platonic?” B stretches back a little so she can look down at him, frowning a little. “Is that what you think?” “I… don’t really know, to be honest with you,” he answers quietly, feeling more than a little lost.

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[alectoperdita]

Do I have a dozen things, including fic requests, to finish? Yes. But I only seem to want to start self-indulgent things that I may or may not even finish myself.

Anyway, inspired by those photos, here's Seto and Katsuya after six months of dating in the Old Friends universe.

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As soon as the elevator's doors shut, Seto's phone dinged with a message. He checked it, hoping against hope it was a cancellation of tonight's dinner plans.

No such luck for him. It was a message confirming the other party might even be early.

Movement on the edge of his vision distracted him before he could reply. He peered sideways at the elevator's other occupant, at Katsuya, his boyfriend now of six months. Katsuya also had his phone in hand, held aloft, and flipping the bird with the other as he snapped several selfies.

Seto stopped to watch him pose and make faces at his camera. It still boggled him sometimes: how long they'd lasted, how seamless the transition had been, how well they clicked.

In the mirror-finish of the elevator doors, their reflections stood side-by-side but they might as well be from two different worlds. Seto's navy-pattern suit was neat and pressed, a folded pocket square peeking out of his breast pocket, and shoes shined to a gleam. Every detail of his appearance managed and controlled down to the stitch. Katsuya, on the other hand, looked as if he recently rolled out of bed—Seto's bed—despite having taken as long as Seto to get ready.

Seto took his time giving his boyfriend the once-over, as was his prerogative, his eyes tracing the slopes of Katsuya's chest and midriff visible through his torn, sleeveless mesh top. The stretch of black, barely there fabric was broken up by bands of silver, heavy chains stringed around his neck, biceps, and wrists. His pants hung low on his waist, exposing his underwear's waistband, and boasted more straps than belt buckles Seto used to wear in his youth. The artfully tousled hair resembled his bed head after they had one or two invigorating rounds of sex, and his heavy eyeliner reminded Seto of when they first ran into each other on a fateful New Years Eve.

Their eyes locked through their reflections, and Katsuya pursed his lips to blow him a kiss.

He'd been caught staring. Ears now warmed, Seto tore his gaze away and typed a hasty reply to his dinner meeting.

As soon as he slipped the phone into his pocket, though, Katsuya immediately invaded his personal space. His chin rested on Seto's shoulder as his burly arms slung around his waist. Seto's eyes darted back to their reflections again. They were undeniably fetching tangled together, something that pleased Seto to no end.

"I'm not just for looking. You can touch," Katsuya mumbled against his heated ear.

"In that case, we're going right back upstairs," Seto grumbled.

Katsuya chuckled. "Down, boy. You're the one who worried about being late and rushing out the door."

As they said, business before pleasure. Pity.

Sooner than Seto preferred, they hit the ground floor. Katsuya dropped his arms, leaving Seto somewhat chilled and bereft despite wearing a suit in June, and swaggered off the elevator. Together, they crossed the atrium, where the black granite interior threatened to swallow Katsuya if not for the bright glimmer of his blond hair.

"You sure I can't convince you to come with me?" Seto asked. It was not the first time he'd even asked him. If it got Katsuya to change his mind, he wouldn't mind asking several times more.

"Hmmm. Depends. Where are you going?"

"Buddha-Bar."

Katsuya burst into laughter. It was music resonating within the high-ceiling lobby. "Tools go to Buddha-Bar."

He winced.

"Sorry, babe." Katsuya flashed an apologetic smile. In the middle of the lobby, he paused and spun to face him before gesturing to himself. "Plus, I doubt this meets their dress code."

Seto also came to a stop, taking the obvious invitation to ogle his scantily-clad boyfriend more. He couldn't even be mad at Katsuya, because the man was right on both accounts. The restaurant often attracted a crowd more concerned with appearing more cosmopolitan than they actually were, plus it'd would never seat Katsuya when he showed that much skin. Pity because he'd pay to sick Katsuya on tonight's dining party of financiers, all of whom certainly qualified as "tools" in Seto's book.

"They would if I bought them out," he said, blasé even as he stared a little too intensely at Katsuya's sculpted pecs.

Years ago, such an off-the-cuff comment would've pissed Katsuya off. But they were older now, close enough for him to recognize Seto's jokes even if he didn't always appreciate them.

Instead, Katsuya rolled his eyes and twirled around. Seto would've been annoyed if his broad back wasn't as delectable as his torso. Tonight, his boyfriend was eye candy from head to toe, front to back. Merely one of many reasons for Seto to trail behind him toward the exit.

"Hey, look at it this way. At least you don't have to go far, and it'll be an easy walk back once it's over."

Boots clomping, he shouldered past the glass door and onto the sidewalk. Dusk had not yet settled over the city, but the sun dipping behind the high-rises limned the urban landscape in light purple and orange. It was quiet, "quiet" for New York, the calm before the storm of bustling nightlife that descended on the neighborhood after dark.

They took a second to drink it in, then they were off again.

Seto lengthened his stride until he fell into place next to his boyfriend. In his opinion, any walk was vastly improved with Katsuya at his side. Katsuya gave him a sidelong glance before reaching across the small gap to intertwine their fingers. Seto squeezed his hand in return, finding solace in its warmth and weight. They drew glances as they approached the intersection, seemingly mismatched in their style of dress.

Katsuya peered up at him from under smoky eyelids. "You could always ditch 'em. Run away to Williamsburg with me."

Though he said it like a joke, Seto knew he meant it. As with almost anything involving Katsuya, it was tempting.

"Can't. I've been trying to schedule this meeting since last month."

"I know. I know. It was worth a try." Katsuya tilted his head, gesturing across the crosswalk as the light changed. "Alright, I'm headed that way."

Toward the subway. In the opposite direction of where Seto needed to go.

Even as their fingers started to separate like a taut string fraying, he squeezed them one last time. "Tell your sister and Mazaki I said hi."

"I will." Katsuya swooped in and caught his lips in a kiss over far too soon. When he drew away, his eyes twinkled with good-natured teasing. "Have fun dropping a Benjamin on an app and cocktail. I'm off to stuff myself with chili fries. You're always welcome if you get that bored."

With a wink and a wave, he was gone, a flurry of black and bronze lost to the streets of Tribeca.

Fifteen minutes into a round of pre-dinner drinks, Seto wished he had ditched and made the trek out to Brooklyn with Katsuya. But building a new theme park required constant injections of cash flow. As healthy as his company's coffers may be, it alone didn't suffice. Thus the need to wine and dine these bankers to see what loose change he could shake out of them.

Still, he fired a message to his boyfriend asking where he might find him later.

[mysticstarlightduck]

Writing Share Tag!

Thanks for the tag @willtheweaver (here), @diabolical-blue (here), @tabswrites (here), and @rickie-the-storyteller (here)!

Rules: Share some writing!

I'll share a snippet from Song of Thorns for this one! Backstory scene yay!!!!!

[...] The young man walked down the vine-covered steps of the manor, his posture as immaculate as his attire, long jet-black hair styled into a polished braid.

At the bottom of the staircase, an intricate obsidian carriage stood at the wait. A small hand tugged at the hem of his robe, then five-year-old Renn standing right behind him, "Papa?"

He smiled fondly, turning around to face his son, "Yes, darling?"

Renn pouted, still holding onto the hem anxiously "I... I don't think we should go. I have a bad feeling."

Kyrie sighed, gently releasing his son's vice grip from his delicate robes and kneeling before Renn, speaking calmly "Nothing's wrong, little bat. It's just a diplomatic visit - human lands are no more dangerous than hours, my dear."

The child frowned again, hugging his stuffed wolf plushie tightly. "But Momma said Grandpa hates you! Last time we visited her, she said she feared he was planning something bad." Renn's voice was high-pitched, nervous "I think he is evil."

Kyrie's expression softened, understanding his son's concerns - which, given their strained relations with the human side of the boy's lineage, were more than valid. The young man sighed, humming in agreement.

"Well, your grandfather is a prejudiced, cruel man, but he is not stupid. He wouldn't dare do anything to an Ambassador of the Fey Courts." At least I hope so, he paused, refraining from voicing the thought, before confidently resuming "I have diplomatic immunity, whether he likes it or not, and you're my son, no harm will come to you." He gave the boy a reassuring smile, placing his hands on Renn's shoulders "Do you trust me?"

Renn nodded steadily, "Yes."

"Then you know we'll be okay. I'll ask your mother to give you those delightful sweets you like when we get there, how about that?" Kyrie offered, hoping to change the subject.

The boy perked up at the idea, beaming a bright smile. "Yes, I'd love that!" As Renn answered, Kyrie noted the tiny fangs peeking from his son's smile - they'd grown in rather later than he'd expected for a vampiric child, but were still adorable, nonetheless.

"Come on, let's not waste moonlight." Kyrie picked Renn up in his arms and smiled back at him. He patiently walked down the remainder of the staircase, until he was standing by the carriage.

With the door open, he placed Renn on the antique silken seat, wrapping him in a blanket. He sat down beside him, but before closing the door, he leaned outwards, addressing the coachman "To Vellforst, my good sir. Do be swift, I intend for us to be back home next week at the latest."

The coachman nodded politely, and Kyrie closed the door. Soon, the carriage began to move, rolling down the moonlit forest road. Renn leaned on the window, curious despite the familiar sight. In a few hours, their surroundings would be replaced by the sunny glades and villages of the human lands - it wasn't a new journey for them. However, Kyrie couldn't help but ponder, with a healthy amount of concern for their safety, if there was more to his son's fears than just childish worry - and consider that maybe, just maybe, this trip was a bad idea after all. [...]"

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[thegreatblob]

My unfinished pfp/art