#relevant to my wip

[wedgie-of-destiny]

Song of Persephone / Eo's Song / Song of the Reaper (Red Rising)

[semperintrepida]

Zola Blood, “Infinite Games”

In broad daylight I swear I’m all right, I’m all right Picking my line Just endeavoring to get it right In daylight I swear I’m all right, I’m all right Taking my time Just been trying to change my mind

[ardentpoop]

horrifying <3

[clanborn]

ImposterBrambleThrowsSquilfFromHighledge.mov

[plummeria]

Alastor redraw wip!!

[marcusagrippa]

anyway agrippa on his knees in front of octavian after the proscriptions. maybe a little covered in blood as a treat. twink has his hand in his hair. et cetera.

[cha1cedony]

Btw 9855 days is 27 years (exactly), and S2 started 25 years after the end of S1, meaning Ron told Terry he loved him every day for at least a year before they even went to the Forgotten Realms in S1 :’)

[b1gwings]

last minute wip for swiftli week :) kind of upset i couldn’t make something for any of the daily prompts due to schoolwork, BUT i still wanted to celebrate!!! better late than never :D

@swiftli-week-2024

[wordsmithic]

Hades and Persephone retelling except it's-

Fuck you, I'm tired, I'm doing "a Persephone Who Eats Humans, and a Hades who Sucks Souls and they're living in Thessaloniki and Shiraz in 2080, and Demeter is coming in with a whole-ass army"

[taegularities]

🤍🫂🌹

[mekha-draws]

*getting into the hatchling skin games 300 years later* se puede 🥺👉👈?

[kelpshippingceo]

I absolutely LOVE teen beach movie so I thought I'd make a greenflower au of it!

close ups under cut

[mkstrigidae]

APWH preview snippet!

Since I'm actively trying to work on getting the next few chapters out, I thought I'd share a little future scene with some hints of Jonsa with all you lovely people! This bit is from like, a few chapters in the future bc it's the in-between that's giving me fits right now :) (Fair warning: this is unedited and subject to change! That being said, it's such a fun scene that I can't imagine ever nixing it :D)

“Does he even know that they have to avoid the press?”

“For the last time-“ Sam sighed, sounding completely exasperated, “Dickon knows what they can and can’t do- he’s got enough practice not being photographed from when our dad was the secretary. Not to mention spending time around you when that exposé on your crazy grandfather came out two years ago.”

“I just-“ Jon sighed, blowing a stray curl out of his face. “You didn’t see how freaked out she was when the press caught us at that performance in White Harbor. I thought she was going to have a full-blown panic attack.”

He was immediately derailed by Gilly plopping little Sam down in his lap and shoving a bottle into his hands.

“What’s this all about?” he raised a brow, adjusting the baby on his lap, allowing him to latch onto the cuff of his flannel shirt and start gnawing at the fabric. “You going somewhere?”

Gilly shot him a withering look, but he saw the amusement in her eyes.

“I-“ she gestured, imperiously, “Have not had time by myself to shower all week-“

“Sorry, love.” Sam winced, looking up from his pile of paperwork. “I can take a break from these-“

“Not your fault, Sam.” she waved him off. “You warned me about this conference at the beginning of the summer.” a grin played at the corners of her mouth. “Besides, it works out well- Jon needs a distraction right now from the fact that Sansa’s on a date with your extremely hot and conventionally attractive brother.”

“Hey!” Sam looked wounded, and Gilly rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“You know you’re my favorite Tarly.” she wrinkled her nose. “How long have you been working on this presentation? You smell like the baby spit up on you.”

“Guess I’m next in line for showers.” Sam said, mournfully. “Unless-“

“Nope- I need my own time right now, Samwell. Did you even hear what I said about why Jon’s bent out of shape?”

Jon had known Gilly since Sam and she had met up north while the two of them were in college. Sometimes, it was hard to reconcile the timid, scared girl she had been with the woman who was currently devoting all of her remaining energy to busting his balls.

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about Sansa with my brother.” Sam snorted, shotgunning another cup of coffee next to him the way Jon was used to seeing undergrads do with jaeger shots. “I mean, this is Dickon we’re talking about. Used to bring wounded animals home to take care of them Dickon? The same guy who cried when we had movie night and Gilly and Rhae wanted to go see ‘Love, Simon’?” He shook his head. “Look, as far as guys she could be out on a date with right now go, Dickon’s kind of the best case scenario. She’ll have a nice time, and he’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

Jon blinked at him, silently turning to look up at Gilly, who rolled her eyes and sighed.

“You’re hopeless, sweetie.” she kissed him on the forehead again, wrinkling her nose. “He’s not worried that things will go wrong- he’s worried they’ll go a little too well.”

“You’ve been spending way too much time around my sister.” Jon muttered, narrowly avoiding little Sam’s grasping reach for his glasses, managing to get the baby to latch onto the bottle before he destroyed any more of Jon’s eyewear. “You even sounded like her just then.”

Sam blinked for a second, his head whipping between Jon and Gilly.“You’re jealous?” He asked, incredulously. “Of Dickon? Wait- you like Sansa?”

“Got there in the end.” Gilly sighed, affectionately patting him on the shoulder before going to shower, leaving Jon and Sam behind with four cups of coffee, one baby, and approximately five brain cells total between the two of them.

“You like her.” Sam repeated, like it was a giant revelation.

“What are we- in middle school?” Jon hissed, immediately turning his head down to smile and make faces at little Sam while he fed him, before glaring up at big Sam again. “I don’t- I mean-“

Sam was just shaking his head.“Of course you do.” he laughed. “Should have guessed- red hair and a damsel in distress? You were doomed from the outset.”

“Shut up.” Jon muttered, flushing. “It’s not like that.”

“Then why are you worrying about Dickon for fu-“ Sam glanced nervously at the baby, “-god’s sake? When Gill was meeting my family for the first time, I remember you told her not to worry- that my brother was ‘one of the best guys you know’ and ‘practically a golden retriever’.”

Jon could tell that Sam, who could not raise one eyebrow without the other, was desperately trying to do just that.

“I don’t know.” He muttered, moving little Sam to his shoulder to start burping him. “Look- I’m attracted to her, alright? It’s a fu- er, a giant disaster that I’m gonna ignore for the rest of my life.”

“Seriously?”

“Stop trying to do that with your eyebrows.” Jon complained. “It’s giving me motion sickness. And yes, seriously. I’m not even going to consider that- it’s just a stupid crush. Besides,” he sighed, rubbing little Sam’s back comfortingly, “Robb’s already dealing with enough right now with this whole Sansa situation- can’t imagine telling him I think his sister’s attractive while he’s being forced to suddenly confront all of his guilt and self loathing every time he looks at her.”

“That whole bro code thing of never dating your friend’s sisters never really made sense to me.” Sam shook his head, gulping down more coffee. “I mean, I’d be thrilled if you decided to date Talla, because I know you’d be good to her.”

“Yeah, don't think she'd quite go for that, mate.” Jon snorted, standing to bounce little Sam around gently. He was just grateful Sam hadn’t said anything else about Robb.

“Eh, wouldn’t count you out completely.” Sam shrugged, smirking. “With that hair, you’re pretty enough to be a girl- maybe that’d be enough for her.”

“You are so lucky i’m holding the baby.” Jon muttered, still bouncing little Sam, who picked that moment to spit up spectacularly down Jon’s back.

“Well, that’s three of us who’re gonna need showers now.” Sam grinned, looking thrilled as all get out that it hadn’t been him. “Wow- his aim is getting better.”

“I’m going to remind him of this when he’s a sulky teenager.” Jon grumbled, wiping spit-up off his shoulder as best he could. “Look- no gossiping with Rhae about this, please. She thinks she’s such a good clandestine agent that she doesn’t always realize that Robb is better at sniffing out her plots than she thinks.”

“Alright-“ Sam sighed, looking back down at the massive stack of paperwork in front of him. “I make no promises for Gill, though.”

“Gilly could give some of my Uncle’s colleagues at the WIA a run for their money when it comes to withstanding interrogation.” Jon snorted.

“Probably true.”

“Where did your brother take Sansa?” Still holding onto a now much happier baby with one hand, he reached down the other to take a gulp of his own coffee.

“He said something about going out towards the Tyrell Estate.” Sam shrugged. “They probably drove out there to see the gardens- he’s said it’s a good road to take his bike out on.”

Jon promptly spat out his entire sip of coffee, staining the front of his shirt as well as the back, and frightening little Sam enough that he started to cry.

“He took her on his motorcycle?”

Gilly picked that moment to reappear, completely clean and with wet hair, blinking at the scene in front of her.

Sam, who couldn’t seem to stop laughing, was desperately trying to calm down the baby, who had started wailing, while Jon’s entire front was covered in coffee and his entire back was covered in baby vomit. Not that he seemed to notice, as his face was white and he was making a series of angry looking hand gestures at her husband.

“I really can’t leave you three alone for five minutes, can I?” she sighed. “Do I even want to know?”

[writerfae]

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Theodore

Aiden's former lover, human farmer's son, lost boy

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[juniperhillpatient]

my most personal beloved trope is characters doing unforgivable things & surviving. even if maybe they kinda wanted to die. characters who have broken everyone’s trust & done the unthinkable but who still want to be good. characters who have to live with the ghosts of the people they’ve hurt or killed. characters who don’t necessarily “deserve” forgiveness desperately trying to earn it anyway.

[porcelainmortal]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tags @cha-melodius @caterpills and @thesleepyskipper!

It's been a pretty quiet Wednesday around here. I'm still plugging away on handyman!Alex - even though the urge to start like 5 new wips is intense - and I'm determined to finish this thing! Mildly horny snippet below the cut.

“I hope you’re nearly done?” Henry asks. Alex cringes, biting his lip. Henry sighs and taps the water glass. “Drink something.” “I’ve had–”  “Aside from coffee,” Henry interrupts as Alex reaches for his mug, which surely must be ice cold at this point.  “I’m sorry,” Alex repeats. “I promise this won’t take much longer.” “Is there anything I can do to help?” Alex shakes his head, picking up the water glass and downing half of it in three gulps. Henry watches his throat work before coming to a decision.  “Well, I have an idea anyway. First, I’m going to give you a shoulder massage to help you release some of that tension.” “You’re the one who’s been doing physical labour all day. That’s a really good look on you, by the way,” Alex grins, his eyes scanning Henry again. Henry looks down, taking in his sweaty undershirt – he’d stripped off his button-down after ten minutes – and jeans, which are streaked with dirt. He realises it’s probably having the same effect on Alex that Alex, sweaty from hard labour, has on Henry. “I’m really really sorry I missed watching you get all dirty and sweaty.”  He’s so bloody cheeky. Henry shakes his head.  “Second, I’m going to give you exactly one more hour to finish your work–” he pauses, holding up a hand when Alex tries to interrupt. “And then, if you do finish, you’re going to come upstairs and help me shower. I’ve got dirt everywhere, it’s truly filthy work out there.”  He’s exaggerating, but it seems to work. Alex’s pupils dilate and he swallows hard.  “What was the first step again?”

if you saw me post this snippet elsewhere earlier this week no you didn't

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