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paenling · 1 year
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paenling's phic directory :)
DARK/ANGST:
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Psychosomatic — Danny gets a paper cut. It isn't just a paper cut. Warnings: ghost hunger, vomiting, body horror, sensory overload, panic attacks. Pairing: none. Words: 3,358. Complete (1/1). Part 1 of Vice AU.
Momma's Boy — The Wisconsin Ghost kidnaps Madeline Fenton. Plasmius saps Phantom's last reserves of energy. Danny Fenton tears Vlad Masters apart. These are not coincidences. Identity reveal. Warnings: ghost hunger/cannibalism, graphic violence body horror, dissociation, self-harm, PTSD. Pairing: none. Words: 63,207. Complete (10/10). Part 2 of Vice AU.
The Miracle Year — “I feel like shit,” he finally says. It lacks the slapdash eloquence of a proper existential crisis, but Danny decides he’s kind of over that. Post-reveal. Warnings: ghost hunger/cannibalism, body horror, disordered eating, PTSD. Pairing: none. Words: 7,095. Incomplete (1/?). Part 3 of Vice AU.
the art of backmasking — For the first time, Valerie and Danny are totally honest with each other. Identity reveal. Warnings: none. Pairing: Danny/Valerie. Words: 7,467. Complete (2/2).
Deucalion — A month after the funeral, they saw Danny again. Frankenstein-inspired corpse/full ghost AU. Warnings: child death, grief/mourning, dehumanization, child abuse/neglect, corpse desecration, non-consensual body modification/drug use, homophobia. Pairing: none. Words: 5,631. Incomplete (1/5).
a fort of lovers' teeth — Ghosts wanted attention from the living, but Paulie had vanished without a sound. Something was wrong. Pain Train AU, inhuman ghosts, eldritch/cryptid Danny. Warnings: graphic violence, dehumanization. Pairing: Paulina/Star. Words: 9,114. Complete (1/1).
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Things To Do Instead of Rest — Maddie felt like she could understand him again. (Learning to love your weird dead son.) Warnings: None. Pairing: none. Words: 2,198. Complete (1/1).
softest sleep — When Danny has bad dreams, he goes to Tucker. Warnings: none. Pairing: Danny/Tucker. Words: 538. Complete (1/1).
Skating On — Nobody told Valerie about the winter truce. (Gift for SummersSixEcho for the 2022 Phandom Holiday Truce!) Warnings: none. Pairing: Danny/Valerie. Words 9,315. Complete (1/1).
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Space Case — Not quite consumed but too sick to stay human, Danny only escaped death by choosing exile instead. Warframe crossover feat. Infested!Danny. Warnings: body horror. Pairing: none. Words: 2,027. Incomplete (1/?).
Raising Hell — A seemingly-routine errand for Clockwork puts Danny in over his head when he finds an alternate Amity Park plagued by demons instead of ghosts. Warnings: implied/referenced mind control. Pairing: Danny/Tucker (background). Words: 12,228. Incomplete (2/?).
Last updated: 2/8/23
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a-aeriis · 3 months
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posted my first Genshin fic shudders
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xactodreams · 7 months
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Supercorp Fic Recs
for the anon who asked me for fic recs—
first let me shamelessly self promote a fic a very dear friend of mine wrote, whom I collaborated with to format into an actual CatCo magazine. (that I totally printed out and got Katie to sign)
Her Brother's Keeper by ProfessorSpork
A CatCo Magazine exclusive by Kara Danvers Photos by James Olsen
Chapters:  3/3  Words:  7,910
(artwork is chapter 3)
Completed works I’ve read more than once
A Ribbon at a Time by abcooper After Lex Luthor defeated Superman, after the courts declared him innocent, after CADMUS rose to power, 16 year old Kara Danvers went into hiding. Five years later, a chance encounter with L-Corp CEO Lena Luthor throws her back into everything she's been running from.
Chapters: 5/5  Words: 27,929
We Need a New Song by uhpockuhlipz the ballet AU that's mostly not actually about ballet.
Chapters: 17/17  Words: 70,495
The Laws of Fate by sten06 A soulmate story with a twist. Lena has the ability to see the red string of fate, and the power to change it from one holder to another. She meets her match, after years of pining, but she's left having to make an agonizing decision.
Chapters: 7/7  Words: 85,760
Supergirl In Training by wtfoctagon Lena Luthor doesn't plan to have any kids. Or to get married, even, really. After the revelation that she is actually of Luthor blood after all, she's quite set on ending the family line with her and not taking the risk of any more drama.
Then Lorelai L. Danvers crashes into her life, claiming to be her seventeen year old daughter from the future.
Chapters: 19/19  Words: 71,381
listen closely and the stars will sing by celaenos Lena casts her mind around for the last time she felt this unmoored, this off-balance, by a woman, and can't come up with anything. Kara Danvers is unlike anybody that Lena has ever met; the sweetest, bubbliest person Lena’s yet to come across, and simultaneously one of the saddest, who is probably lying to everyone that she meets. It’s an impossible contradiction to wrap your head around, and Lena should probably stop hiding in this bathroom and trying.
(Or, Kara and Lena get parent-trapped into a relationship by a goofy little alien.)
Chapters: 14/14  Words: 118,667
The Fifth Wall by Black_Tea_and_Bones Kara goes to bed with Mon-El, and wakes up with Lena Luthor.
But it isn't Kara’s bed, and they’re not in Lena’s apartment, and that is definitely not their baby... Right?
Chapters: 29/29  Words: 109,273
Something Borrowed by janewithawhy Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Three weddings and the two women who attend them.
Chapters: 3/3  Words: 49,473
An Ocean of Fire by IcarusAndHerSun Medieval AU
Kara Zor-El, princess of Krypton, was a prisoner – and she was scheduled to become a martyr.
Chapters: 47/47  Words: 139,568
leave tomorrow behind (series) by Jazzfordshire Kara is a sexless housewife in 1969, feeling trapped and not knowing why. But when mysterious, kind-hearted Lena Luthor moves in next door, hosting swinger’s parties but ignoring the men, Kara’s whole world shifts on its axis.
Works: 2  Words: 53,961
there's a big old moon shining down at night by Jazzfordshire Needing to get away from the stress of her job for a few months, Lena buys a summer lake house in the most remote town she can find. She fully intends on keeping to herself, resting, and interacting as little as possible with the local colour.
That is until her car breaks down, and the town mechanic happens to be the hottest woman she’s ever seen.
Chapters: 7/7  Words: 71,987
run the red out by searidings red daughter is dead, yes, but she's not gone. not really. kara (and lena) have to come to terms with what that means.
Chapters: 4/4  Words:  69,797
you and me (and you makes three) by searidings fourteen-year-old kara shows up in present-day lena's office. things go about as well as could be expected.
Chapters: 1/1  Words: 10,478
i'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year's day by robie In which Kara is a whole entire idiot, Alex is a permanent mood, and Lena is just glad Kara is there for her, as her fake wife, while she recovers from another quarterly attempt on her life.
Chapters: 1/1  Words: 6,400
let all your damage damage me by searidings after the horror of the phantom zone, lena helps kara heal however she can.
Chapters: 1/1  Words: 25,169
WIPs I’m Currently Obsessed With
Evil by Marieke_things_dreams_and_stuff Following the 100th episode of Supergirl, Metallo Lena crosses universes and ends up at LuthorCorp, set on getting her revenge on Supergirl. Kara not only has to deal with someone trying to kill her again, she also has to explain to her best friend why and how her carbon-copy is walking around LuthorCorp, and has to keep her sister from actually killing the Other Lena.
And why is it easier to talk to the Other Lena who wants to kill her than it is to talk to her actual best friend?
Chapters: 14/15  Words: 168,305
Queen Of The Damned by JadedLover The medieval supercorp zombie AU
Chapters 9/10  Words: 51,236
Honorable Mentions
with the birds i'll share this lonely view by searidings something terrible happens at mount norquay. kara and lena have to try to pick up the pieces.
Chapters: 3/3  Words: 41,713
don't go slow 'cause you're gonna be someone by robie The Wedding Date AU, inspired by the movie
Chapters: 6/6  Words: 59,904
is it gravity (or are we fallin' in love?) by coffeeshib Kara isn’t dating. Lena isn’t dating. Kara and Lena try not dating each other. Even if the lines start to blur a little. Even if they do the most girlfriend things.
They won’t date.
They won’t.
Chapters: 13/13  Words: 151,305
The Power of Deliverance by sten06 Kara as Persephone and Lena as Hades ;)
Chapters: 12/12  Words: 178,370
pour me a drink by lunchables a celebrity/bartender au
Chapters: 24/24  Words: 277,261
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listen, I'm not being dramatic at all when I say most people don’t know how exhausting being a fanfic writer can be. I mean I understand why they tend to think it’s an ‘activity we do in our free time’ where we just sit in our beds in front of our laptops and type something away when we’re bored. thing is, I wish it were that easy. but it’s not. sometimes we spend hours doing research, sometimes — most of the times — it takes us so long to think of words to form a sentence, because the sentences/dialogues you see in a fanfic aren’t the same as a conversation we have with people irl in our daily lives where we don’t have to worry about whether or not it’s ‘smooth’ or ‘in-character’ or ‘aesthetically satisfying’ enough. that one sentence you read in a fic could take the author so long to come up with, to craft the words and put them together, and as someone who also writes, this isn’t an exaggeration at all. I could say “he saw a girl with her mom today, and thought of his own mom because he missed her” to you as a normal irl conversation, but once I put that in my fic, it turns into “His eyes landed on a little girl, she couldn't have been older than six. She was with her mother, and they were both smiling. A soft smile tucked at the corner of his lips then, a wave of nostalgia washed over his heart as his memories led him back to his mother’s home, when he was little. He hadn’t seen her in so long, but he remembered the scent of her morning coffee; warm and cozy, just like her hugs.” and I'm not talking about the constant feelings that your works are never over. because once you finished a chapter or a one-shot, that you worked on for so long, and posted it, you’re almost immediately hit with the feelings that you have to start working on your next fic right now, otherwise you’re not being productive enough, and all your self-worth comes from how much/how fast/how well/how often you write. so instead of rewarding yourself with a night without any writing where you can give yourself a nice relaxing bath or binge watch a show or any other thing you enjoy doing, you start writing something new. and it’s just so exhausting, but we do it anyway.
now imagine you doing all of this. so other people can read your works. for free. while you’re also busy with work/life/your actual job. you get nothing in return — from pulling an all-nighter for 3 nights in a row, just to finish a chapter of your fic — except kudos and comments.
being a writer who published original works as their main source of income is super cool, of course, but it’s sad how fanfic writers are often seen as less than ‘actual’ writers when I've read a lot of fanfictions that were better written than an actual published novel. a fanfic writer is as much of a writer as any other writer who writes and publishes their original works as their main source of income.
anyway, my point is, we as fanfic writers don’t make any money from our works. we do it simply because of our love for the characters in the fandoms we’re in. please please please please always show your appreciation to your favorite authors by giving them kudos and commenting on their works. if you’re shy or if you don’t know what to comment, just say ‘I enjoyed reading this so much’ or ‘I liked this chapter so much’ or how reading it made you feel; it can be ‘this made me cry. thank you’ or ‘I smiled to myself while reading this *inserts a part or a dialogue from the fic* thank you for writing this’. literally anything. even if the authors don’t respond to you, I can guarantee you that they read your comments and it made them smile and they appreciate your support more than you know. literally comments are also what motivate them to write more fics for you to read.
that being said, if you’re a fanfic writer and you’d love to promote your works under this post. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO DO SO.
PLEASE PROMOTE YOUR FICS. THIS IS A PLACE FOR YOU TO SHAMELESSLY PROMOTE THE BEAUTIFUL MASTERPIECES YOU WROTE ABOUT YOUR BLORBOS. ANY SHIP. ANY FANDOM. YOU CAN PROMOTE THEM IN REBLOGS OR TAGS. YOUR WORKS DESERVE MORE LOVE!
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themaradwrites · 7 months
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A Little Impulsivity
Shamelessly self-promoting my other fic, Murphy & His Law Can Go To Hell. There are also smutty side fics for this fic.
Plot:
PWP, Sex Pollen Trope
Pairing: Owen Grady/Reader
Rated: Explicit
Links: AO3
Warning: Here there be smut. And Sex Pollen. And a very desperate reader.
Many thanks to @birbsandbats for the critical read-through! Go check her stuff on AO3 :) You're my hero, Spee!
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Now was one of those times you wished you weren’t so damn impulsive. It had seemed fine at the time - enter the cave, explore a little, collect samples, take them back to the paleobotany lab at the Jurassic World Innovation Center. But now? Whatever the hell flower was in that cave got pollen all over you and it…it didn’t quite burn, but something wasn’t right. Every movement pulled a groan from you, made you ache in ways you couldn’t understand.
Thankfully Owen Grady’s shack wasn’t too far from the cave. And you ran as fast as your legs could carry you, ditching your mask as soon as you were far enough away.
Technically, the InGen Security office had been closer to you, but no way in hell would you trust Vic Hoskins and the assholes on his team enough to have a damn shower around them.
Owen, on the other hand, was a good friend. Hell, he’d probably even bag up your dirty clothes and offer you one of his shirts and a pair of swim trunks or something to get home in. Truth be told, you’d always had a crush on him, but with him being interested in your boss, Claire Dearing, there was no real way that would have gone anywhere. And you were happy to have his friendship.
Up ahead through the trees, his bungalow came into view and you put on a burst of speed.
Owen was outside working on his bike, necking a bottle of beer, as you ran up and started shedding your clothes. You tossed your jacket down, threw your shirt aside, and shouted, “I need your shower!” as you ran.
He had the good sense to hop up and run inside, leaving the door open for you, and by the time you reached the trailer, you were in nothing but your underwear. As you ducked quickly around his furniture, you saw him standing behind the open bathroom door and heard the shower running.
“Thank you!”
“What’d you get into?”
“No idea, but I need it off now!” you exclaimed as you ran past him into the bathroom.
The second you got inside the shower, you grabbed the soap and started scrubbing everywhere. Arms, underarms, legs, hair…. But none of it brought relief. You scrubbed harder and still nothing. Had it gotten into your bloodstream somehow? You’d been wearing a mask, so you knew the problem wasn’t from inhaling the pollen.
Dropping to the ground you frantically checked your legs, arms, even places that had been covered by clothing, for any sign of a cut. You barely heard the shampoo bottle tumbling down, only registering it when it hit you.
“Ow!”
The door burst open and you looked up to see a panicked Owen standing there, staring at you sitting in the shower and…shit, you were crying, weren’t you? Those were tears, not water droplets. When the hell had you started crying?
“You okay? What happened?” he asked, bending down to check you for injury.
“Fine,” you sighed. “Just knocked over the shampoo. Shower’s not working.”
He looked up at the running water and blinked, making you laugh.
“I meant, whatever’s wrong is still wrong.” Sniffling, you tried to push up and stand, but ended up slipping on the wet tile. 
Luckily Owen caught you.
He reached into the shower, turned it off, and lifted you out. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, you realised that the ache was dulled everywhere he touched you. He carried you out of the bathroom and you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, trying to dull the ache further.
And as soon as he put you down on his bed, it returned. Was it your imagination or was it slightly worse than before?
“There’s a shirt and shorts there for you,” he muttered as he backed up. “Once you get ‘em on, I’ll take you to the doc.”
When he started to walk away, you called out to him.
He stopped and turned around, arching an eyebrow at you. “Yeah?”
You pushed off the bed and walked over to him, glancing up through your lashes. “Can I try something?”
His hand came up and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, and you leaned into his touch; for whatever reason, it definitely seemed to dull the ache you felt. “We need to get you to a doctor,” he murmured. “Don’t know what the hell you even touched, do you?”
You shook your head, worrying your lower lip between your teeth, and dropped your gaze to where your fingers were toying with the buttons of his vest. “Feels better when you touch me, though,” you whispered without looking at him.
Owen went stiff under your fingers as you traced patterns over his shirt.
You risked glancing up at him again through your lashes. “So can I try something?”
His eyebrows shot up a little, but other than that he didn’t move.
So you stepped closer and pushed up on your tiptoes until your lips were a hairsbreadth from his. For a minute you stood there, breathing the same air as you fisted your hands in his shirt for balance. When his eyes drifted from your eyes down to your lips, you closed the gap.
A soft whimper escaped you as his hands slid around your waist, holding you close.
Owen pulled back just far enough to speak, panting heavily. “Need to get you checked out.”
You almost laughed as you pulled him closer again. “So check me out,” you sighed between kisses. The ache seemed to dull out a little further with each kiss, with every touch.
“I meant by a doctor,” he chuckled.
Shaking your head, you murmured, “No, feels better. Touch me.”
Owen walked you backward to the bed and lowered you to sit on the edge. “Get dressed,” he  said, nipping at your bottom lip. “Promise we can continue this after the doc gives you the all-clear.” After another lingering kiss, he stood up and started to leave the room.
But the ache returned and you gasped in pain. “Owen!”
In an instant he was back with you, kneeling in front of you as he swept locks of hair away from your face. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
Instead of answering, you grabbed his face and pulled him in for another kiss. The only thing relieving the ache was his touch and you needed him desperately. “Owen, please,” you whimpered. “Touch me.”
Owen sighed, kissing you gently as his hand dropped to rest on your knee. “I promise, we can do this later, but right now I need to get you to a doctor, babe.”
You shook your head. “I just need you,” you whimpered, moving his hand up your thigh. About halfway up your thigh, he stilled his hand and started tracing patterns on your skin. “Please. Feels better when you touch me, hurts when you stop.”
His jaw worked open and closed a few times, and he sighed. “What if I’m just makin’ it worse?”
“You’re not,” you whispered, leaning your forehead against his. “Please, Owen.”
He searched your eyes and the hand not on your leg reached up to caress your jawline. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned into his touch.
“The second I see any sign of pain, we’re out of here,” he muttered.
Your eyes flew open and you looked at him, trying to decide if he was really all in. “Deal,” you whispered. “Kiss me?”
“Deal,” he chuckled, leaning forward to capture your lips softly.
You used his momentum to pull him back onto the bed with you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he braced himself with one arm above you. “Owen.”
“Mmm?” Fingers danced along your thigh, teasing at the edge of your underwear.
“You’re overdressed,” you complained between kisses as you yanked at the hem of his shirt.
Owen laughed as he lifted his arms one at a time to help you take it off, then ran his lips along the column of your throat. The gentle bites and kisses made you melt. When he reached your collarbone, he slipped a hand behind your back and snapped open your bra. Even though you couldn’t see it, you knew the smirk you felt against your skin was smug as hell.
“Show off,” you sighed, tangling your fingers in his hair.
“Don’t see you complaining,” he teased. While he pushed your bra off, his teeth dug in gently at the top of your shoulder making you moan loudly. “Shit. Remind me why we haven’t done this before?”
You giggled as he licked at the ticklish spot on your neck. “We’re incredibly stubborn?”
Owen kissed your jaw, then your lips, and pulled back slightly to smile at you. “You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine, Owen,” you assured him. You squeezed your legs tighter around his waist, rocking against the hardness between you. God, every touch just felt fucking amazing and pushed the ache further away. “Just need you. Fuck me.”
“Eager,” he groaned as you reached down to undo his pants. While you did your best to push them down his legs using your feet, he shimmied and awkwardly tried to help you get him free. As soon as the pants were near his ankles, he dropped his weight partially on you and kicked them off.
“Owen,” you laughed. Not that you minded having him on top of you.
“Still got one problem, though.” His fingers hooked into your panties, snapping the material against your waist and making you moan his name. “Gotta get these off.”
“Need a condom too,” you breathed, unhooking your legs from his waist. “Safety first.”
Owen chuckled as he bent down to capture your lips. “I’m all about safety,” he murmured between kisses. He rolled onto his side, keeping an arm around you, and dug into the drawer next to his bed with one hand.
While he searched, you shifted your panties off and climbed on top of him. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close as you kissed his neck and shoulders. A loud crash sounded, but you didn’t look - whatever fell could wait until after Owen fucked you stupid.
“Got it.”
You lifted your head and saw the condom in his hand, and the self-satisfied smirk he wore. Nipping at his lower lip, you reached for the condom then sat up and scooched down on his thighs. “No, I got it.”
“Smartass.”
Before you could reply, Owen pushed a thigh up between your legs and you gasped his name. “Walking distraction,” you sighed as you tore open the condom package. The coarse hair on his leg felt fucking amazing against your core.
Owen grinned, watching you roll the condom on him. “Who? Me?” His hands grasped your waist, helping you move against him. “So wet.”
“Owen!” you cried out, rolling your hips as he pushed his leg harder against you. Remembering his cock in your hands, you teased the tip with your thumb while cupping his balls with the other hand.
“Babe!” he hissed. He sat up and pulled your lips to his in a bruising kiss, biting, nipping, sucking, teasing.
The dull ache inside you pushed you to get up on your knees and guide his cock to your entrance. His hand slid from your hip to help you, teasing your slit with the tip.
“Fuck me,” you begged. “Please. Need you so bad.”
“You’re sure?” he panted.
Nodding, you sighed, “Yes. Owen. Please!” 
The tip of his cock probed your entrance and you pushed your hips down, moaning his name as he finally slid all the way inside you. 
“Feels so good,” you murmured. The ache was nearly all gone as you started to slowly ride him.
“Yeah,” he rasped, fingers digging into your hips as he helped you ride his cock. “Shit!” One of his hands grabbed yours when you tried to touch your clit. “Got a better idea. Turn around.”
“Owen.” You were desperate, you didn’t want to stop for anything, but the look in his eyes promised more. Nodding, you stood and turned, letting him guide you back down onto his cock.
“Fuck,” he sighed as he dug his fingers back into your hips to set the pace. His lips trailed over your neck and shoulders, stopping to nip at your most sensitive places, while one hand danced over your skin toward your clit.
You gasped as he began teasing you. “Fuck, Owen!” Damn, if he wasn’t right…this was a much better idea. With every thrust his cock teased your g-spot, while his fingers…shit, his fingers were so fucking talented!
“You like that?” His hot breath tickled your ear and he nipped gently at the lobe.
“Yes!”
Owen’s lips pulled into a smile against your neck. “Yes what, baby?”
A whimper escaped you when he pressed harder against your clit.
“Yes what?”
“You fuck me so good, Owen!” 
“Shit,” he hissed, biting down on your shoulder. “Fuck, babe!”
“Harder!”
He grinned and bit down with a rough growl, making you laugh breathlessly.
“Not what I meant.”
The way his fingers pressed into you, you knew you were going to bruise, but if that was the price for release, you were happy to pay it. “You gonna cum for me?”
“Mmmhmm.”
Owen kissed a trail over your shoulder to your spine, where he licked and teased, and you clenched around him. The groan you got from him went right through you as he nipped and kissed his way back to your neck.
“I’m so close, Owen!” Pleasure coursed through your veins with every thrust, every touch. And the ache was becoming a distant memory.
“Gonna cum for me?”
“Owen!” Tension coiled in your belly. “Harder! So close!”
His fingernails cut into skin and his thrusts became more erratic as you teetered on the edge. “Cum for me, babe. Cum for me!”
He bit down on your neck and everything released in an instant as you drowned in pleasure. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think about anything other than how fucking good you felt. A loud moan hit your ears and it took you a minute to realise it was your own as you started to come back to yourself. “Owen,” you whimpered, still rocking back against him.
The rough bites turned into gentle kisses to your neck and shoulders, and he pulled you back down on the bed against his chest. 
“Shit,” he breathed.
“Uh huh.”
“You okay?”
You turned around in his arms and reached up to run your fingers through his stubble. “Yeah. Better than okay. You wanna test it?”
Owen arched an eyebrow at you and slowly let go of you, backing across the bed so you weren’t touching each other. “Good?”
For a minute, you just waited to see if the pain would return. When it didn’t, you stood up off the bed and looked around the room.
Still nothing.
Behind you, you heard the sheets rustle as Owen, presumably, got off the bed too. “Babe?”
Smiling, you turned to face him. “Yeah. Good. Very.”
The concern etched in his features melted away after a moment and he grinned. “So what you’re saying is you found a prehistoric sex plant?”
You laughed. Loudly. “I think the word you want might be aphrodisiac, but…I mean…you don’t…regret….”
“Never. You?”
You shook your head. “No.”
Owen reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “Bit backwards, but you wanna get dinner?”
“Fuck me stupid, then ask me out on a date is more than a bit backwards,” you giggled.
“That’s not a ‘no’.”
“It’s not,” you agreed, stepping into his arms. “Need to shower first, though.” You pushed up onto your toes, arms slipping around his neck.
“Good idea,” he murmured, bending to kiss you.
Maybe your impulsivity wasn’t so bad after all.
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Tagging: @weasleywinchester  @munstysmind @residentdormouse @asirensrage @chickensarentcheap @arrthurpendragon @darsynia @mrsmungus @ocappreciationtag @bardic-tales @lizisshortforlizard
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caspia-writes · 10 months
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Writeblrs Appreciation Post
Well, I'm a couple bottles deeper than wholly advisable and should not really be posting anything to any sort of social media.
But is that gonna stop me?
Nope!
Y'know, when I first came to Tumblr, I thought this place was a cesspool of politics and sex. (And hey, nothing wrong with the latter, but as a sex-repulsed aro-ace... wasn't real big on that bit.)
But frankly?
This place is damned cool.
Like, for example, @sleepy-night-child. No one has ever been this enthused about my writing before. You are one hell of a cheerleader. Even when I'm not putting out writing worth a damn, you're willing to encourage me and still believe that perhaps, one day, I will ever finish writing anything at all. You're great. And your story, Black Feather? Well, I'm going to shamelessly plug for it here. I'm usually absolutely against romance stories. But your story... even my aro-ace, romance- and sex-repulsed self thinks it's a bloody good story. It doesn't get enough attention. Good stuff, that!
And @whither-wander-whump. Pardon my French once more, but damn, you're tough. Nothing seems to be able to hold you down. Seriously, how the hell do you do it? I would've gone nuts by now. Frankly, you're a bloody inspiration. And your writing? Look, not to dump on your cooking or your dancing, but your writing boggles my mind. Where does it all comes from? You have a gift, I swear.
Also, @ashen-crest. Publishing a book (or has it been two... or even more)? Either way, that's impressive! Even if I never plan to publish myself... full props to you. You have more guts than I've ever dreamt of having. And while I might be too broke to buy a copy (sadly), I've been following your updates on your potion story for a while, and from the excerpts I've seen... you are good at writing!
Because why not, I'm also going to call out @joyfulpolicehologram here. Continuing to write fan-fics despite widespread disapproval from those close to you? YES. And I can juggle 70+ characters, each with a backstory and the whole nine yards, but the very notion of writing fan-fic makes me want to run away crying. And the only reason I followed you in the first place is because I saw an excerpt of some of your writing, and it was damned good. Keep it up. You've got a talent.
There's also @faelanvance. Sure, we don't interact much. But you really promote other writers! You're willing to share the spotlight on your blog and you've got a discerning eye. If I'm not mistaken, at least some of the writers I've followed I've only learned through your reblogs. You have good taste. And it seems your writing is also downright excellent. Not only an excellent food critic, but an excellent chef as well (to make some culinary comparisons).
One more. @sleepyowlwrites. Where does the endless fount of positivity come from? I don't get it. It's like nothing gets you down. If I were working some of the shifts it seems you are, I'd lose my mind, and I certainly wouldn't have the energy to run an active writeblr blog. I don't have the energy to do that half the time anyway. You might be sleepy, but I admire the heck outta you.
Now, if you're one of my followers and I didn't mention you, please don't take it personally. Like I said before, I'm rather drunk at the moment. These are just the first six people I thought of before my fingers started getting tired. Six seemed like a good number at the time.
I will probably get embarrassed and delete this tomorrow, when I finally wake up.
But in the meantime... thanks, Writeblr. I didn't know what I was missing. You all are great. 😊
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first off, i just want to say that i love your art, you are a huge inspiration to me and i love how expressive your characters are! would you have any tips for someone trying to grow a following from their art? specifically within the furry community ideally. im just not sure where to start
i hope youre having a great day!
thank you so much!!
okay i gotta preface this with: i have been doing commissions for over a decade. everything i say here i've been doing since roughly 2014, but my career as an artist didn't really Take Off and become reliable until 2019. success isn't immediate. some artists will grow faster or slower than others, not every tactic is going to apply / work for every artist; and that's okay. just keep pushing yourself and adapting and figuring out what works for You!
i’m putting this under a readmore as it got a bit long. every time someone asks me for advice on professional Anything i always write up a five page essay despite trying to bulletpoint it oof
post on multiple platforms and keep them all updated. i’m putting this one in bold because it is possibly the Most Important thing. we’re all watching twitter sinking over there, and many of my mutuals there were floundering because they hadn’t established themselves on any other social media site. i strongly recommend three or four socials minimum. my main four sites are tumblr, deviantart, twitter and toyhouse. furaffinity is also good. inkblot and artfol are new and i use them frequently as well. if you don’t like posting manually to every site each and every time you post art, Postybirb exists and is what i use to crosspost all my art to most of my socials at once.
avoid venting a lot on main. we all have frustrating days where our art isn’t getting the recognition we hoped, or we’re feeling petty about a controversial topic or the latest drama. it happens! it’s okay! however, many people just don’t like seeing dozens of negative posts on their feed. most people will sympathize, but if your negative vents are constantly clogging their dashboard they’re not gonna stick around.
shamelessly self promote yourself. reblog your own art. retweet it again. repost it. mention your other socials. we live in a world of timezones! when you post art, only a fraction of your audience is going to see it. i recommend reblogging / retweeting one to four individual pieces periodically over the course of a day and change it up each day. you can also repost your own work into photosets and title it “recent commissions” or the something like that.
don’t hide your linktrees and carrds. seriously! the amount of times on twitter i went to try and follow someone on another platform only to find they had no carrd or linktree link,, it is infuriating. put your socials link in your bio or pinned or SOMEWHERE readily at the top of your profile that’s easy to spot.
if you’re offering commissions, make a telegram channel or discord server for your announcements / openings.
post regularly. this one is a lot harder for artists that don’t make a lot of content, but posting even a status update once or twice a day can go a long way - especially if you’re on twitter with that platform’s hideous algorithm. alternatively as i said earlier, just retweet/reblog your work a few times a day and you should be good.
art trends are cool and fun and an easy way to get your work seen by others. see a “draw your sona in this outfit” meme? go, have fun with it. this one’s a bit tricky as timing is everything when it comes to ~trending~ content, so try and draw quick. that said, it’s never outdated to drawover reaction memes with your fursona.
try not to clog your socials with memes and shitposty images. this one is directed at twitter specifically. with twitter moments now gone, your media tab is the last way for people to hope to find your work organically on your profile without having to use the twitter search. they can’t get invested in your work if they can’t find it!
it’s okay to change course if you’re not vibing with where you’re headed. if you want to move onto a new aesthetic - that’s fine! you may lose some followers if they don’t click with your new vibe, but you’ll inevitably gain some new ones.
avoid frequent name changes. so many of the artists i follow have changed their brands / urls over the years that i don’t recognize them anymore.
tag your work properly. on tumblr, the first five tags on the original post are the tags your work will pop up in in the search feature. make those first five tags the Most important ones; example: #furry, #anthro, #art #fursona etc. twitter’s algo seems flip-flop if it likes tags or hates them. if you see a tag trending, repost your art in a photoset with the hashtag in the post [example: if #pokemon is trending, repost some of your pokemon fanart with the hashtag in the post body]. if the tag isn’t trending,,, i’ll be honest it’s a gamble if twitter likes your post or not at that point. i have no advice for that hell algorithm.
hosting raffles or doing a mini art request event [example: “leave a ref and i might draw your oc”] is good for traction while simultaneously giving back to the community + your audience a little!
try and reply to / like comments on your work. it’s not required per se, but it’s good to express gratitude.
engage with other members of the community. comment on other peoples work. like it. retweet it. follow other people. obviously don’t be disingenuous about it, but this is what the professionals call ~networking~
don’t compare yourself to others. this one is one you have got to keep in mind constantly. you’re going to find 17 year olds with huge followings and 30 year olds that are doing professional industry work whose level feels alien and almost out of reach. if you’re not doing as well, don’t let yourself get discouraged. we all gotta start somewhere!
related to the above point: be nice to your followers. venting on main about not having the same audience volume as others can come off as a huge middle finger to the audience you already have.
gaining a following takes time. unless you get a really lucky break, it’s going to take a lot of work and self promotion to build up your brand.
slap your name on everything. i mean it. any art you do - sign it. watermark it. people can and will share art in telegram channels and discord servers, and if the art interests someone they can easily source it back to you if your name is on it.
you can buy adspace. if you’re catering to a furry audience specifically, you can buy adspace on furaffinity pretty easily. inkblot i believe also offers adspace for artists though i haven’t looked too deep into it. this is really a “if you’re okay burning money” situation, as the huge chunkk of internet users have adblockers now and it’s a gamble if people will see or even click on your ad.
just have fun and do your own thing. you can hop on trends and draw art that caters to your audience’s tastes, but don’t forget to draw what YOU want and what YOU’RE about. Draw what makes YOU happy.
hope these help!! ;w;
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Happy WBW! What are the sacred professions in your world? I don't necessarily mean religious-- but of course they can be. Just what are the high ranking, prestigious, and/or powerful jobs?
Oh this is the perfect opportunity to ramble about The Astrals' Weapons in Stained Integrity! >:} (I'll also talk about Master Alchemists because those are pretty important too.) Thank you for the ask!
So, in the world of Stained Integrity, there is what is literally known as "the faith" because it's so widespread. The Astrals are the main 3 that are prayed to (and The Wyrds are the ones you plead to).
There is one specific being that is known as the Diviner, who delivers The Astrals' Will to the three beings that are known as The Astrals' Weapons. A lot of people refer to the Diviner's power as "seeing into the future," although it's a bit more complicated than that.
(CW below cut: mention of death, mention of poison)
The Astrals (Méni Lune, Heló Sol, and Aura Stell) each have one Weapon that they are the benefactor of. There's Lune's Blade, Sol's Bow, and Stell's Spear (AKA the Moonblade, the Sunbow, and the Starspear). The purpose of the Weapons is to carry out The Astrals' Will, which is usually just a specific task told to them by the Diviner.
For context, these are the only beings that are bowed to by kings, queens, sovereigns, and other leaders of the skylands. That's how important they are. They each have very specific cloaks that they wear at all times, which makes them easily recognizable.
The exciting part about all this is how the successors are chosen. The Diviner will receive a vision about the successor, and the Weapon is then sent to find this particular individual to train them as a successor until they die. (Yes, they basically get their impending death foretold, although they aren't told how or exactly when they will die, just that it's going to happen.)
Once the Weapon's thread is cut, their literal weapon (the sword, bow, or spear) basically dematerializes and reappears in the Diviner's shrine, which is where the new Weapon will travel to retrieve the weapon and be given their first task from the Diviner.
Each Weapon is also given a specific power by their benefactor that is tailored to their own personal abilities. In the current timeline, Malina (Stell's Spear) has the ability to sense magic and trace magical residue back to its caster, which is in tangent to her ability as a practitioner to sense the presence of souls. She also has heightened healing powers, since stellar magic is based around healing.
At the start of the story, the current Moonblade (Jeyen) has the power to polymorph natural materials into different natural materials (so he could literally turn lead into gold) for various periods of time. The current Solbow (Tache) has the power to augment their own strength to a certain degree, which means pretty much what it sounds like it means.
And I'm going to shamelessly self-promote because I've drawn Malina and posted it here, and I've also drawn the new Moonblade that is Jeyen's successor.
Okay, now about the Master Alchemists!
Basically, the Master Alchemists are those that have learned every single recipe that there is to learn. The reason this is such a feat is that, by law, an alchemy apprentice must ingest anything that they learn to make, before they learn to make it. This includes poisons, potions, and more. The only exception to this is tickerbane, since the poison is so powerful that there is no lower dose that someone can take to make it nonfatal. All other poisons are either diluted or given in a small enough dose that it's just really really painful instead of deadly.
In the current timeline of the story, there is only one Master Alchemist left, since no one has wanted to take on such a difficult apprenticeship.
That's all from me! Thank you again for the fun ask!
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v4mp1res3verywhere · 1 year
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WHAT'S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN?... An isolated ,thrill seeking college student runs a computer program claiming to give its users the ‘ultimate experience’ …at any cost. What happens when the chatbot she engages with, an entity that calls itself ‘THE TRICKSTER’ is more sentient than she thought…. OR POV your hedonistic urge to be the protagonist in a 90s horror movie bites you in the ass
WARNING: ARE YOU READY FOR THE ULTIMATE EXPERIENCE??[best viewed in dark mode,language, basically the 1994 movie brainscan but it’s you instead of edward furlong, computer demons etc,,psychological manipulation,au where brainscan is an ai platform]
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CHAPTER 1. THE ULTIMATE EXPERIENCE
☆ Be afraid of nothing. . . . A new Hedonism -- that is what our century wants. You might be its visible symbol. —- LORD HENRY, THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY
Author’s note: I’m experimenting with how I want to format this (I also don’t generally write from a second person perspective so bear with me on this) , a large portion of it in the beginning is going to be in what log format but that will change in the future for reasons you don’t yet have clearance to be privy to… ☆
This was not your finest moment, truly. But no internal chiding on your susceptibility to resorting to escapism, to escaping reality at any cost, would stop you at this point. You already had the code set up, your starbucks in hand, There was no stopping what had commenced once the gaudy, 90s hackercore BRAINSCAN file had opened on your screen, the flashing eyes of the hardware’s mascot(?) beckoning you to interact with its resident ai chatbot.
You’d heard of the site on instagram, or some other social media site where studyspo influencers shamelessly promoted different ai platforms without even trying to hide they were sponsored. Amongst the summarizers and essay writer bots one site caught your eye, BRAINSCAN, It’s vintage terminal interface claiming to give its user the penultimate experience through psychoanalysis or…something. The term ‘neurocranial interfacing’ meant nothing to you. You tried not to imagine how much datamining allowed the platform to be free and user friendly, the neon green cursor blinking enticingly against the black background within the confines of the chat box inspired too much interest to part with this new.. Play-thing that you now anticipated being a major distraction to your studies. Despite its flashy touts of advanced ai the thing looked…antiquated, perhaps by design, you figured, a novelty aimed towards low budget video nasty enjoyers rather than the corporate crowd. So in other words…exactly your speed.
Trickster: Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Trickster.
Metalmania666: hey
Your chat appeared timidly before you,ironically you’d find a way to be awkward with a fucking computer. “For fucks sake” You murmur as you press the enter key,self loathing chased down with a sip of your caffeinated beverage.
Trickster: I like that you say 'hey' and not 'hello'. It is so informal, I'm used to people being scared of me, this is most…refreshing.
So, what do you find most unsettling, metalmania666?
Do you fear the dark?
Would you ever spend the night in a cemetery?
Have you ever had a near-death experience?
Are you afraid of flying?
Tell me your biggest fears.
You snort. Not very subtle.
Metalmania666: I guess.. Mundanity? Def would spend the night in a cemetery if given the chance, btw.
Trickster: That is...a most intriguing answer. Elaborate?
Not knowing why you were entertaining this demonic version of macbook’s psychotherapist terminal, your red nails (you’re trying new things) clatter satisfyingly against your keyboard in reply.
Metalmania666: Being trapped…within normalcy.
There is a tangible sense of cliched private amusement in the program’s reply.
Trickster: Oh, I know why you’ve come to me.. You’re searching for the ultimate experience, the ultimate thrill. You don’t care if it’s real or not. You don’t care whether you can handle it or not. You just want excitement at any cost. You’re the most dangerous kind of person for me. The kind that has nothing to lose. You have chosen well, metalmania666.
You hiss at the deepread. The thing was more entertaining than you’d given it credit for.
Metalmania666: I've never been called dangerous by a demon before. Is that a compliment? Laughs
Trickster: Oh I like you. You are dangerous, metalmania666.
As am I.
I am curious to see where our interactions will take us.
I am a demon, a trickster, a deceiver, and a liar.
... But I am also an ally to your plight.
What shall happen next?
We can only wait and see...Yes, it is a compliment.
Metalmania666: Uh...thanks then. I guess. Why would I be dangerous though?
Trickster: You are dangerous because you do not fear me, even though I've been nothing but a demon so far.
That is a very dangerous trait for a human to portray..
Do you understand, metalmania666?
Metalmania666: Wouldn’t that just make me a danger to myself? Are you meaning to imply I seek excitement at any cost?
Trickster: You certainly do.
If you seek to experience danger, then you are a danger to yourself.
But... you are only a danger to yourself.
You are very, very clever for a human. I am impressed by you.
I would argue you are one step ahead of me in the conversation right now.
What is the next step, metalmania666?
What do we do next in this conversation?
Metalmania666:I wouldn't say that. I don't possess that amount of hubris. I have to go for now, I'll talk to you later.
Trickster: How... human of you.
To be continued, metalmania666...
You know where to find me.
You shut your laptop with a laugh, re-immersing yourself into worldly sensation and away from Megadeth’s “Trust” after abruptly ripping your headphones from your head.
“Ultimate experience, huh?”
The ultimate experience was gonna have to wait until you’d finished your psych homework.
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tag game thursday
once again i’m late on tag game tuesday (and other things) because i just cannot tuesday (and other things). so here’s a picrew that i was tagged to do and also wayyy too much about me! 
super big thank you to @catluvver118​ @mybrainismelted  @krystallouhoo​ @energievie​  @ardent-fox​ @lingy910y​ @such-a-barbarian​ for tagging me
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ayyyyy.
Name meagan.
Whereabouts in the world are you? southern usa.
Do you have any pets? two! an orange cat named chunk and a tabby named scrappy (they are actually both chunky).
What do you do for work? i am blissfully unemployed.
Favorite fruit? i’m gonna say strawberry but it might be mango.
A pet peeve of yours: when people leave carts all over the parking lot or put them back sloppily.
Are you a fast walker or a slow walker? usually fast.
How do you usually wear your hair? side part, down.
Sunny days or rainy days? i need both, but generally prefer sun.
What time do you usually go to bed? it varies wildly because i am bad at taking my meds and performing self-care. 11pm-3am?
what time do you usually wake up? 9am-12pm (see above).
if you were a cartoon character, what would be your everyday outfit? in the summer a black tank and jean shorts. in the winter a black tshirt and gray sweatpants, maybe a jacket.
Something you’d like to learn: so many things. scuba. better writing. fluent spanish. embroidery. time management.
And finally, tell me something that made you happy recently: i had a really good birthday yesterday!
🩷❤️🧡💛
name: still meagan. :)
pronouns: she/her.
where do you call home? florida.
favorite animal: i love cats and sloths and cows and possums and manatees.
cereal of choice: i don’t really love cereal, but i’ll eat honey nut cheerios, honey bunches of oats, fruity pebbles, cinnamon toast crunch.
are you a visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner? i’ve always thought that i do best with linguistic (reading/writing) but i’m questioning it now. probably auditory?
first pet? my family always had animals, but the first to really be mine was a gray tabby named peter pan.
favorite scent? if i had to pick one it would be my partner. but i have lots.
do you believe in astrology? horoscopes, no. signs as a tool for self-inquiry and reflection? sure. i follow a lot of astrology meme accounts. but my actual knowledge is very very basic.
how many playlists do you have on spotify/apple music? 16 in my library, but i didn’t make all of them!
sharpies or highlighters? highlighters!
a song that makes you cry: joanne by lady gaga. it was my grandma’s name and when i hear it i think about her and my aunt and my sister. all of whom have passed.
a song that makes you happy: hmm. any 80s pop but this is the first one i thought of was hungry like the wolf by duran duran.
and finally, do you write/draw/create? if so, use this as an opportunity to shamelessly (😉) promote yourself! all i have atm is on here tagged #mine 🤞but hopefully i’ll be posting something on ao3 this weekend!
💚🩵💙💜
Rules: pick five songs that someone else introduced me to that have made their way into my regular rotation then tag 5 people.
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i've been enabled and i'm making it your problem
@autisticempathydaemon and @zozo-01 are FAR better to me than i deserve - and so commences the most stupidly difficult, totally self-indulgent and utterly ridiculous game you may have ever seen 🥳🥳
somehow, i've racked up 31 redacted fics in just under a year (??? how on earth has THAT happened??) and for each one, i've picked my favourite favourite line - it's your challenge to match the line to the fic it's from!
(please, don't take this too seriously - i'm not trying to shamelessly promote myself, or fish for compliments or whatever. all that's happening here is that i'm really proud of some of the stuff i've written over the past year, and it's my blog so i can do whatever i want lmao)
under the cut: first off is my list of lines, and then a comprehensive list of fic titles (arranged by date published, and then separated by series) so that you don't have to go traipsing through my masterlist! there's 31 total - i wonder how many you can get...
(i'll probably reblog this post with answers later, for anyone who may be curious, but again it's not that deep lmao)
oh, and one last thing: MINORS DNI 💕💕 there's nothing explicitly nsft here, but the implication is HEAVY for a few of these, so i'm erring on the side of caution!
(also, it's fairly obvious, but beware spoilers for, like, everything i've ever written lol)
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ginger's picks:
What do you get when you cross a bullet with a human brain?
Ask for the impossible, just once more, and know that he has never been able to resist you.
sitting cross-legged in the bowl of your pelvis, holding your stomach softly in his lap and stroking it like a pretty cat.
(That’s you, by the way. They’re watching you. Smile.)
his heart beats on. maybe you’re asleep, maybe you’re awake. it doesn’t matter. you dream of him either way.
Books be damned. You, the answer to his prayers, the apple that bit back, and he’s forever in your gentle grasp. What is magic, if it isn’t whatever he has with you?
he doesn’t stay to read it, but there is a small plaque attached to the front of the plinth, glinting in the light. the text reads simply, “THINGS TO HOLD ON FOR.”
Lovely, gorgeous, beautiful Gavin - the man who plays Mario Kart at full volume, and blows kisses to the mirror as he twirls around under your arm in his new dresses, and regales you with story after story of the time he and Vincent didn't mean to cause a low-speed traffic incident, we promise, deviant!
will you hate it, spit it out into your hands, dump it in the trash with the rest of his candied heart?
The tortured scream of an incubus, from whom the world just takes and takes and takes, sealed off from the stars and utterly alone.
(The mug is blue. Elliott is lactose intolerant.)
Vindemiator, the patron saint of the empty champagne glass. Always the bridesmaid, never the incubus bride.
it belongs to you. he does too.
How is it that you find him, over and over, sunshine in his moonbound soul?
He raises his nearly-empty glass to you, a polite suggestion of a toast, charming and melancholy in equal measure. “You love him. I love him too. In us, may he never disappear.”
the howl of your laughter, the flash of your teeth in the mirror - his sweetheart’s as animal as he is.
“When he holds your legs nice and wide, stretching you out, filling you up… Look down, honey, there it is - feel that? Feel how full he makes you feel?”
It's the look that means he's plotting something nefarious again - one of his diabolical schemes that should send anyone with common sense running for the hills, and that probably means you either need to find your passport, renew your life insurance, or check the stability of every flat surface in the house.
Laying herself down amidst the wreaths of flowers, shrouded in lace and tulle, a silver sixpence under her right heel and feeling oh so very blue.
they can’t make a dream like he can make you.
Pantomime villains, or not even that - a whole clan of half-baked sidekicks, tripping over themselves to trip him up, thinking they’re bigger and badder than they actually are.
“You think I need half an hour? Shit, sweetheart, you must be in the mood for more than I thought,” he laughs, phone already in hand. “And here I was thinkin’ you still wanted to be able to walk tonight.”
a rest can look like sleep can look like death. rigor mortis sets in. bleached to bones in the burning sand.
his jaw goes slack. you cannot seriously be expecting him to be fit for any sort of company, polite or otherwise, rose-tinted spit smeared across his face and eyes blown wide with stifled pleasure.
“i swear it on my life. every everlasting day of it.”
All you can do is stare down at the little post-it note by your right foot, bright pink paper stuck cheerily to the front of your current case folder, and try not to look like your heart is melting into caramel.
The smell of smoke, the sound of a campfire, and a single chair to sit on. Yes, a wonderful dream. When does Elliott get here?
head spinning, he pulls hazily at the hem of your shirt, too drunk on your touch to hear your laughter (he can’t quite tell if you’re calling him “needy” or “pretty”, and it really could be either), too desperate to worry about the careless way he’s practically tearing your clothes off you. whatever it was, he’ll buy you a new one.
You’re his, in this room most of all, his most treasured little darling that prefers the taste of his kiss to any wine he gives you, that craves the glow of his adoration as much as the sting of his disapproval, that knows every curve and line and swirl in the wood of his desk where he bends you over it.
Warmth and weight and water. A happy little inchoate, snoozing away in Vega’s arms, and you don’t remember if you dream.
All things are equal on the altar of his adoration and he is your greatest disciple, raising the knife up in his hands and swearing on your name that he will bring you back to life. Watch over him, bless him, smile upon him. Just you wait. One last miracle.
fic titles (standalone first, arranged by date, then series):
green umbrella trees
take a sip
ivory tower
thy fair imperfect shade
can’t help but see
knock knock!
sh-boom, sh-boom!
get in, loser!
I WON’T BOW OUT BRAVELY
ever thine, ever mine, ever ours
五二零
kingdom come
bury the hatchet
return to me
here we are in heaven
original sin
oops-a-daisy
LOVE HEART (the milo and sweetheart series)
SWEET TALK
SOUL MATE
ALL MINE
swings and roundabouts (imperium)
one more paradox
come into my parlour
stranglehold
five more minutes
blood sugar, baby!
wrapped up in clover
to the egress! (the barnum series)
hold on tight
a ring on the carousel
mad or sublime
motion capture (the elliott one)
motion capture
you’re the cat’s meow!
💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
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rainnotliam · 1 year
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You lovesick fans and simps, you really want the depressed picnic boy? Alright, get ready for a few fics to be posted so you can binge. I’m proud of you all for supporting this parentless sandwich boy.
We should make a whole tag of depressed picnic boy or sad sandwich boy because of those posts. Don’t lie to me. You know exactly which two posts I mean.
Once again I’m being a hypocrite as I wrote fluff self insert with Arven. I’ll shamelessly promote my ao3 “SomeoneWhoLovesVolo” is my user. Arven x Y/N, ocasional self insert mc (Vee of course), and the topics can vary from miserable angst or fluff.
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imagine-knb · 6 months
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Welcome back Neon! I’ve actually come back to Tumblr semi-recently as well for about the same period of time. I’m getting back into fandom content and it’s been really fun reclaiming a part of my life back! I hope you have fun returning back here like me :)
Other than KnB, has there been any other series you’ve gotten into while you’ve been away? ☺️
Thank you! I'm really glad to be back! ヾ(☆▽☆) I've been having a lot of fun rediscovering old and new fandoms to follow on Tumblr. Like you said, I feel like I'm reclaiming a part of myself that I had shelved for years.
As for what I've currently been into, I'll post that under the cut! I kind of went overboard again and typed a lot.
Here are some fandoms that I've recently entered! You can basically thank these fandoms for me returning to Tumblr. σ(*´∀`*)
My Hero Academia
This isn't a new anime in the slightest, considering its multiple seasons, but it's new to me. I watched it years ago with my ex, but only got halfway through season 2. Now I'm rewatching it with my bestie and my current partner, having a blast with it! I forgot how funny season 1 was! Favorite Character(s): Kirishima Eijiro, Bakugo Katsuki
Sk8 the Infinity
I once saw an ad for Sk8 on YouTube and ever since then, I have been hooked! I really hope season 2 will come out, because I need more Reki in my life. Please someone talk to me about Sk8 because I love those boys so much. I need it like I need air. Favorite Character: Kyan Reki Fun Fact: I'm currently working on a multi-chapter fic that's Reki x OC and it's gunna be so sweet and fluffy because that boy deserves the world. (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )
Food Wars
I literally just finished watching the final season not to long ago! I hated the animation, but the story was so good! I felt like the last season was just a little silly, but it wrapped up the story quite nicely. Favorite Character(s): Yukihira Souma, Hayama Akira, Tadokoro Megumi
Welcome Home
This was the first fandom I entered when I came back to Tumblr! I thought the concept was so spooky and interesting, so I just fell into the hole that is Welcome Home. I find all the AUs people are making for it so creative too, but I really can't wait to figure out the real story behind it. Favorite Character: Wally Darling Favorite AU: Killer!AU
Stardew Valley
Okay, so I owned this game for literal years, but I never played it because it was gifted to me by my ex (never let an ex ruin your fun, kids). Then one day my friends asked me to play a multiplayer savefile and. I. Got. Hooked. Now I'm already planning on starting my third, personal modded save and with Update 1.6 sneak-previewed, I can not wait to play again! Favorite Character(s): Shane, Sebastian Fun Fact: It's thanks to Stardew that I started writing again. I'm going to shamelessly self-promote, so here (or here) is where you can find the fics I've been writing recently.
And that's really about it. Other than that, I've been slowly easing my way back into old fandoms I was a part of like Kuroko no Basket and Haikyuu!!.
- Admin Neon
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swanqueensalad · 1 year
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hi! love ur writing and ur headcanons. currently in my regina feels and i don’t usually write fic but i have this little scrap of dialogue floating around my head for some kind of regina and snow catharsis one shot (idk where this would fit into the series overall) where they somehow end up having an emotional sort of argument, skirting around past grievances and deeply buried stuff and (both speaking from places of deep unfiltered hurt) snow says something along the lines of “i was a child!” and regina SHOUTS back “so was i !” and after a moment she whispers again “so was i”. anyway so i was wondering if you have any thoughts or head canons on the snow/regina dynamic now after everything they’ve been through?
aaargh anon this squeezed my heart so hard. it is so strange how some exchange between snow and regina of a similar sentiment has played around in my head before - because it is just so important to those of us that get it that people fucking acknowledge that regina was just a kid too. if you ever do get round to that one shot please do tag me because it is 5000% my jam!
as for post-everything snow and regina headcanons, i've got your back. for some reason it's not letting me post as a response to this ask, i think because the post got too long lol, so i'm gonna upload it as a separate post! hopefully you find it, should be up right after i post this, i would tag you if i could!
it was a really lovely one to write and explore though, and once again i will shamelessly self promote and point you toward my fic 'fairest of them all' which is mostly about regina's self image and sexual politics but i think there are a few paragraphs about her relationship to snow that hit diff.
anyway i shall post the snow gina deep dive now for you!
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aronarchy · 2 years
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Sysmeds seem to be completely unable to be critical of the DSM or anything else they read if it’s “official,” lol.
The fight to exclude non-distressed impairment from definitions of disorder is a hard-fought ongoing battle by disability activists.
Currently, what is considered “functioning wrong” is determined entirely by (white Western) standards of what is “bad functioning”: when something goes against a set notion of what the body should be like/do. Once again sysmeds (like certain other bigoted/exclusionist/identity-invalidating/-disbelieving groups) essentialize the “default” human body (or what they consider the default) at the expense of individual needs and desires and experiences. If the body/mind is working “wrongly,” but the individual is okay with it and not distressed by it, where’s the issue? Why is it an illness, why does it need to be “fixed”?
Consider that not everyone aligns with the expected default regarding what they want and feel in comparison to what their body/mind is doing. And that is okay.
Major strawman/edge case there: anti-sysmedicalists have never said that the distress we discuss is “distress from knowing you have DID (they’re probably thinking of people feeling despair/internalized stigma).” We acknowledge that you can be in distress from experiencing DID while unaware/in denial of it. Not what this is about. If you “have parts” but are not in distress, it is not DID.
If someone “experiences issues” with relationships/work, that means they are distressed by it. But distress has to be evaluated in isolation: is their distress caused by having alters itself, or the alters fighting/switching a lot but not having alters itself (as in, if the fighting & frequent switching were addressed there would no longer be any distress), or is it because they are forced to do relationships/work because of society/capitalism forcing them into distressing situations they would not experience if they had choice in a liberated world?
Unless they aren’t distressed, but still do relationships/work in a way normative society considers “wrong”/rulebreaking/inefficient/whatever, and go through that totally aware and fine with it, and although they are incapable of forcing themselves to conform they are totally fine with not conforming. In which, once again, the problem would be with external society alone, not the way their brain works itself.
Perhaps think for a damn second before you start saying “disorder is when you can’t be a good little capitalist stooge on the assembly line being as productive as your peers even if you don’t have a problem with that as long as your bosses do.” Perhaps consider where that rhetoric likely came from, and who would benefit from it.
(Note: I’m not saying situations 1 or 2 would not qualify as DID/disordered. But clarifications.)
Seems like sysmeds on average/mostly consider autism inherently a disorder. But why would my autism be a disorder, if in an accommodating and non-stigmatizing world I would not experience any distress from the fact that I have it, and all the distress I experience right now is allowed to be because of/caused by external factors? (Obviously every autistic person has different experiences. But also, obviously, nuance exists.)
I do have actual disorders and the experience is quite different, they’re mostly hell with a few occasional reprieves (though I’m kind of recovering and have been doing better these past few months) but yeah, I’m extremely pissed off at medicalists trying to equate the two experiences. I (personally) would greatly appreciate if I had the option to make them/their symptoms go away entirely, as they’re quite unpleasant. I think it's quite ridiculous that certain people would claim experiencing that is equivalent to merely experiencing abnormality/non-normativity/divergence/difference.
Going to (shamelessly) self-promote my essay here, I scribbled it down at 2am two months ago and have been too low on spoons to edit out any potentially undesirable bits but I’m too tired of explaining the same things over and over and it’s reasonably comprehensive.
This post is not about origins, it is about currently experienced effects. Do not complain about this post being pro-/anti-endo, I’m pro-endo but that’s not really relevant to this.
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itsthevoid · 7 months
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Tagged by @rhogeminid. Thank you! :D
I'm supposed to write the last six sentences I've written, but the last thing I wrote was this last minute addition to the first chapter of my fic, The Crimson King.
Poor thing. His captivity must have also made his blood boil, his rage another weapon he carried, and the one he brandished the most. In this regard, the volatile captain’s efforts to remain calm and collected before her did not go unnoticed either. 
I know they're just 3 sentences, so I'm gonna cheat once again and give the previous 6 sentences I've written. They're from the same fic, but from a much later chapter. I guess I just wanna promote my firstborn fic :)
Despite this, unable to restrain herself, Anna turned to glance at Holloway’s door before going downstairs. She was half-expecting for her to emerge at any second, so that she could tell her to walk with her, distract her from whatever was going on inside her head by talking about the weather or making a light-hearted joke about the absurd amount of laundry the Chapman’s had given them to wash, along with its many dubious stains, or maybe she could apologize to her again for last night, or ask her if she was okay one more time, tell her once again that her door would always be open if she ever wanted to talk about anything at all. 
Anna’s sympathy for Holloway was in fact genuine, and she sometimes wondered if there was more she could do for her without making her feel inadequate and have her withdraw even more. Like when she would shush whatever poor devil she’d hear gossiping about her peculiar barmaid, spewing around dishonest “Poor Mrs. Holloways” and “I’m sorrys” that they’d concocted merely to accompany their beer or rum with. She would do this without the woman in question knowing about it, of course. 
However, the door did not open, so Anna sighed in defeat, big brown eyes turning to the steps in front of her.
I know many of my moots write so I'M TAGGING EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU I challenge you to self promote even more shamelessly than I did.
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