#snippet of a bigger fic that's still a WIP

[nerdanelparmandil]

Maedhros returns from Mandos, he doesn't know how or why. He feels as weary and burdened as the day he decided to end his life, but someone has decreed him healed and repented enough to release. So, life it is, even if it's still a burden. Bent by shame and regret, and by the knowledge that despite all, he had tried everything, every course of action, to reclaim the Silmarilli, fulfill the oath -- still it availed to nothing.

Fingon is not there when he's released, no one is. A long while will pass before he sees him.

Fingon regrets. He regrets his own death, the unfinished plans, the mistakes in the battle that cost them dearly. He regrets leaving Maedhros alone, dying before their vision could become a reality.

Most of all, he regrets Maedhros' own despair, that he has lost his faith completely and that he saw no other way out other than death.

One day they meet again, with all of their scars and open wounds.

The words, they do not come, not for a long time. Nothing Maedhros tries to say feels adequate, either too much or too little and his apologies remain stuck in his throat.

Fingon cannot say anything without his deep-seated rage seeping through. But the time for rage has gone, and he is too exhausted to keep digging up a long buried matter.

Yet, one question burns within him, and once the thought takes root, it becomes an obsession, and it's maddening.

So he asks, words spilling forth like burning lava, carving a path through his heart and threatening their fragile bond that has yet to heal.

"Would you have fought me?" he asks.

As the words leave his mouth, terror seizes him.

Maedhros frowns, the words not making sense. Fingon averts his eyes.

"If I-" he chokes on his words, stumbles, tries again. "If I had lived. At the Havens of Sirion, in that encampment, if I had been there, would you-" his voice is lost in a breath between them.

He cannot repeat the thought, too harrowing and condemning. It has escaped his lips and now will hang between them forever. He cannot take it back, and a chasm forms at the pit of his stomach. Suspended above the void, he waits for the inevitable fall.

He waits.

And waits.

The silence settles heavy in his heart, as it begins to break.

[wikiangela]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @bidisasterbuckdiaz @diazsdimples 💖

still not fully back to buddie but here have some cheating fic bc I need motivation to finish this chapter (once I'm done with my 7x05 fic which is coming so soon) lol

prev snippet

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He’s looking at Eddie, and he’s so close, and so- so handsome, and his lips are right there, and- And Buck is remembering everything Karen and Hen said, and thinking about how he can’t just move on and forget about what happened. He can’t let himself go there, not yet, but Eddie is- He thinks Eddie’s hot, that much is obvious. He did sleep with the guy. But he’s scared to take a closer look at his actual feelings. Not when there’s still Taylor to think about. No, wait, he’s made his decision, he- he needs to stop. So he shakes himself out of it, and just as he’s about to turn to the TV, Eddie turns his head towards him, and, oh, he’s closer than Buck thought.

“You okay?” he asks with a small frown.

“Uh-” Buck’s eyes involuntarily drop to Eddie’s lips. Shit, no, what is he doing? “Yeah, no, I’m fine.”

“Buck.” Eddie huffs out a breath. “You’re thinking so hard I can almost hear it.” he adds with amusement.

“It’s nothing.” Buck shakes his head, and then- then he leans closer to Eddie, involuntarily, as if pulled by some invisible string. What is he doing? “I don’t know, this is all-” he scoffs, “I made quite a mess, didn’t I?”

“Oh.” Eddie’s eyes widen. “Oh, are we- are we finally talking about this?” he asks, and the thing is, they did talk, a little bit, that day Eddie asked him to hang out again, but they never really discussed everything. Like feelings, and why it all happened, and what’s next, and Eddie- Eddie said he’d wait until Buck decides. He did. He thought he did.

“I don’t know. I don’t- I don’t really feel like talking.” he whispers, and doesn’t think about it when he kisses Eddie

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[queercontrarian]

part two of my abandoned wips featuring sapphic archeron sisters for @sjmprideweek: this is from a fic where feyre and mor are vampires which i was going to write for @sjmromanceweek 2024 (if i remember correctly, it's been a while). the whole story outline is under the cut, enjoy.

the story starts out in the early 1900s in a small town in the US. mor is supposed to enter an arranged marriage to eris vanserra, but when she is left alone for just a moment on the morning of her wedding, she runs away. she nearly makes it, but by the side of the road to the next bigger city she is found and attacked by an older vampire, amarantha. confused and not yet realizing that she is now undead, mor accepts defeat and decides to go back to her family who are still looking for her. she goes to her cousin rhysand's house intending to seek refuge there, and is greeted by her cousin, his brothers and his cousin's girlfriend, feyre. as a newborn vampire mor quickly loses control, killing her cousin and his brothers and turning feyre into a vampire like herself. feyre is devastated at first, and to convince her to accept their new life and mor's affection, mor goes out and bring her the head of her abusive former boyfriend as a first courting gift. feyre accepts. over the years these morbid gifts become their anniversary tradition. while they usually kill mostly for the blood, they give each other one fun kill a year. the first year it is mor's father, the next a vendor who had wronged feyre's father when he was still alive, and so on. they try to find eris too to terrorize him and his family, only to find out the vanserras have been attacked by the same vampire who killed mor and are all dead. the only exception is eris, who was also turned and fled to europe, and one of his younger brothers. mor and feyre leave town when rhysand's younger sister, by now the only surviving member of the family, sends a vampire hunter after them. after this incident, their new goal is finding and killing amarantha, the original vampire who seems to have vanished from the face of the earth. decades later in the 70s they are contacted by eris via his last surviving relative, his grand-nephew lucien, who lets them know that amarantha is back in america. they track her down and find her in new york, where finally they kill her together and feyre gets to present mor with amarantha's ring as a trophy. mor agrees to marry her and they stay forever young and hot and undead together.

i think i only started the prologue on that one, let me know if you want a snippet lol

[milla-frenchy]

WIP wednesday

Thank you for the tag, @mermaidgirl30 🙏

5 days collection snippet (established relationship, all fics can be read alone)

You take a shower when you get home, put on some comfortable clothes, then go to the bedroom. You’ve been planning to read your book but the sheets still smell of this morning and one of Joel’s shirts is lying on his pillow. You undress, keeping only your panties on, and put on his t-shirt. You don't even open the book. Your hand slips between your thighs and plays with your pussy through the garment. But it’s not enough. Your panties join the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed, then your finger slides easily between your dripping folds and over your clit. You come quickly, mechanically, but you need more. You grab the vibrator from your nightstand drawer and place it lightly against you after turning it on, not to overstimulate your swollen bud. “Joel,” you whisper, squeezing a breast over his shirt, before sliding your hand under the fabric. Trying to replicate Joel’s gesture, even though his hand is way bigger than yours, stronger than yours. “Joel,” you whisper again, as you bring the toy closer to your most sensitive place. “ ‘m here, sweetheart.” You get startled and snap your eyes open that land directly on Joel, who’s leaning against the doorframe, his lustful gaze roaming your body. You turn off the sex toy and it gets quiet in the room. “Keep going baby, don’t stop.”

Fic's here!

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[vomitspit2]

ur viltrumite mark snippet makes me sick to my fucking STOMACHHHHHH its so good im gonna b thinking abt it 4 so long ,,, thank u 4 the food its so good im gonna shit my pants

i think viltrumite mark def isnt like main mark, in the sense he isn't outwardly goofy or anything like that, but hes still got those core mark traits [bad at geography, believes in doing the right thing [but it depends on what he has been told the right thing is], keeping the people he loves safe, etc.] and its what draws me in the most ,,,,, like cracking him open like a cadbury egg and slurping up whats on the inside its just so appealing !!!!!! another reason why i liked that viltrumite mark snippet is how he stuttered over what he said to the sculpture like ,,, no 'i love you' no 'i miss you' just . 'you were a good person' and then destruction, the last thing left of his anchor. ARUGHHHHH im gonna beat him to death i love ALL mark graysons

ALSO THANK YOU FOR THAT POST ON SINISTER MARK BEING A CANNIBAL. i read the comics, had a fun time, thirsted over mohawk a lil, and i REMEMBER reading how he said that they all ate each other to survive !!!! all marks have a thing for biting or blood, imo, it just varies, but HE DOESNT FUCKING EAT PEOPLEEEEE i am supremely peeved when people get characters wrong . sighhhhhhh . hes still my fav tho <3

ANYWAY . soooo excited for that viltrumite mark fic u were posting snippets of im already in love w the mc !!!!!!! also i fully suspect that they might get their ass beat by nolan ,,,, or get chewed out ,,,,,,, i feel like nolan, who raised his son on viltrum, definitely is outwardly gruff, but behind closed doors he cares SOOOOO much for mark, but doesn't rlly know how to express it that well

bro you had me STUNNED receiving this in my inbox holy hell …. i’m glad that i could write something that would resonate so deeply; your entire message was a delight to read (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤!!!!!

i LOVE viewing and developing viltrumite mark as a very stoic and expressionless individual — i think a lot of the fandom can agree that’s how he is. as i’m writing this bigger WIP for him, it’s really fun to shed the layers of main!mark off him while still keeping him in some resemblance of his counterpart — all the traits you listed are what i feel the bones/skeletons of mark’s personality are and each variant wears a different skin of it! so real, cracking him off like a cadbury egg. i’m putting that bitch under a microscope 🔬 he is appealing to study!!! orz orz …. also i had him stutter off the phrase bc i wanted him to be catch and choke on using pet instead of person to identify the mc as such! i think recognizing and caring for them as an individual is SO much more meaningful than an ‘ily’ or ‘i miss u’ for viltrumite mark.

it just feels lame to me to characterize sinister mark as the only cannibal in his universe before they were all deserted 🥀 like there is so much to do with him (all the variants actually — they’re free real estate!) but watering down just the guy who survived to be ‘cannibal guy’ 💔 ugh lameeee ,,, i love the idea that they all bite or enjoy blood in various degrees! the solidarity i feel with you on that!! like you get it, you see the vision (≧▽≦)!

bc of this message, i decided to include a few snippets of that WIP — i’m hoping it’ll be done in may, it’s at 8K currently — bc i could not not hand out freebies after receiving such a jaw-dropping message!

i can say that nolan is definitely not going to be a happy camper in this one-shot. i don’t want to spoil much but ahhhh i love the predictions!!!!!!

[reyesstrand]

free of any eden

“We thought we heard you guys,” Owen says, appearing in the doorway with a dish towel thrown over his shoulder.

Andrea appears at his side, holding a dimpled glass with sparkling cider inside. “Jonah! Look at you!”

She bends down and opens her arms, and Jonah nearly knocks her over with the force of his hug. Carlos excuses himself to duck into the kitchen to place their dinner on top of the oven, and it gives him a picturesque moment to step back and observe: Owen and Andrea, taking turns seeing who can get the bigger hug from Jonah; TK, grinning and beautiful in the glow of the white-gold lights of Owen’s tree, sitting cross-legged, now, with Buttercup’s head in his lap. Their reunion still hasn’t made it out of the foyer, and he has an inkling that none of them care—not about the faintest draft coming through the front door, not the hardwood floor, not the cramped space. TK locks eyes with him over his father’s head, and taps his thumb against his own wedding band, once, twice, three times. I love you.

Carlos returns the wordless action, holding up his own ring-clad finger.

thanks for the tags @carlos-in-glasses @strandnreyes @heartstringsduet @herefortarlos @alrightbuckaroo @carlossreaders <33

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[hbyrde36]

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write & share 3 sentences for that WIP!

Playing a little different this weekend since my last two gift fics need finishing ASAP 🙏 Send me an ask for one of my secret fics AND your other WIP of choice for a snippet (and my undying gratitude). There is no limit to the number of asks you can send!

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🏕 Midsummer Nights (Ch 5)

👻 Fuggi Regal Fantasima (Ch4)

🌊 Caught in the Undertow (Ch 10 - final! 😱)

From Fuggi Regal Fantasima:

“I, um…” Eddie cleared his throat, slipping through the cracked open door and into the room, but still hovered an awkward distance away from Steve and the bed, eyeing it cautiously. “I don’t—uh—I didn’t really like the way we left things earlier.”

Steve snorted, giving him half an eye roll. “I wasn’t a big fan either.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Eddie pleaded, taking a few slow steps closer. “But you know I'm right. I mean, this whole thing is ridiculous anyway. Don’t we have bigger, much more important things to worry about than having stupid crushes on each other?!”

By the end of his speech Eddie was practically shouting, and Steve had to stifle a grin. He could tell it was taking all of Eddie’s self control not to stamp his feet.

“I don't recall actually admitting—”Steve began, but was quickly cut off.

“Harrington—” Eddie growled, glaring with all the fierceness of an especially adorable house cat as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

Steve couldn't resist copying him, sitting up as he crossed his own arms and pitched his voice as low as possible. “Munson—”

Eddie let out an exasperated sigh, raking a hand roughly over his face before stumbling closer still, falling to his knees next to the bed. 

“Look, Eddie,” Steve said softly, scooching himself towards the edge of the bed. “If there's one thing I've learned in the last three years, it’s that there’s always going to be something else to worry about. But I’m done waiting to live my life, when I know full well It could end with a snap of Vecna’s disgusting fingers. None of us knows how much time we’ve got left, and if all I have are these stolen moments between world ending catastrophes, then so be it. We’ll deal with Vecna when the time comes, but until then…”

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[darkjediqueen]

WIP Wednesday

I was sort of tagged by @mintedwitcher. This is for a little post 8.17 fic where Buck hits rock bottom and Tommy helps him pick up the pieces of the life he had.

I'm not tagging anyone because I don't like to do that but anyone who sees this can join in.

Story snippet under the cut.

Buck stood up to follow him as Father Brian escorted him through the back of the congregation hall and into the outside. There was a garden there. It was beautiful. There were benches all through it, but there at the center was a pair of chairs, and they faced each other. Father Brian sat down in one, and he waved for Buck to take the other.

"I had a man who came here for years. He never wanted to be in the confessional. He would come when he needed it, when he needed his sins absolved, when he needed to have a connection to something bigger. It was much more for a while, and then it slowed down, but I still saw him a lot. The time when he was at his worst was after one of his team members was nearly killed. I came to find it wasn't even the first, but it was after he had fully taken that firefighter on in his heart as his son."

Firefighter. Son. Buck looked at Father Brian because he knew what it meant. 

"I looked up that firefighter in the wake of that, the news that had been there about it. Bobby talked about his station all the time. I was there at his funeral that day, but I didn't seek anyone out. My grief over his death was so much less than anyone else's, but seeing you right now, I wish I had. He talked about you a lot, Buck. I didn't connect it until after you left the last time, after the small earthquake. This garden is almost always open during the daytime, unless I have someone else out there. Feel free to be here when you need. To say your words to the heavens to be close to a man you lost long before you ever should have." 

Father Brian stood up and laid his hand on Buck's shoulder, and then he was gone, leaving Buck in a place where he could feel Bobby sitting in front of him, where Bobby was connected to. 

Buck broke. He wasn't sure what he said or if he said anything at all. He just sobbed and held on for dear life as his world shattered around him because he couldn't be what Bobby needed him to be. He couldn't be there for his team because they didn't allow it. They refused to talk to him. They refused to do anything with him. He broke, and he came back together stronger. IF they didn't need him, he didn't need them. He would show up to work and give them the side of him they always wanted, the puppy, the ever loyal dog who never made them worry about him. He could be that person. 

When he was out of tears, Buck pulled out his cellphone. He was snotty as hell and would need to use the bathroom to clean up his face before he left, but he remembered where it was in the hall. 

"Go for Kinard," Tommy said.

[tinytalkingtina]

WIP Weekend

Thanks for the tags @vthx @yesdangerpls @nureyevsins and @queenofshenanigans!

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP. No limits to the amount of emojis you can request, please feel free to send multiple (just in different asks please) Finally finished up the mermay fics this week, so those will begin publishing soon huzzah! So back to 3 WIPs we go:

🐶 B.A.D. D.O.G. (sequel to the college AU puppy play Stomeddie/Stommie fic) is...still in the same spot as last week. Made the final push on other projects, so let's see how this weekend goes!

🏴‍☠️ Eddierotica: "Eddie writes the world's worst erotica about characters who are just poorly disguised versions of himself and Steve. They're not dating." continues, with Steve descending into confused horny madness

💥Steddie Big Bang: Secret fic is at 6.5k now! This can't be publicly shared yet, so if you send in this emoji feel free to pick another fic as well, and I'll write 3 sentences for both.

Tagging some folks to join in and work on their own WIPs this weekend!

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Enjoy a NSFW snippet from 🐶 below the cut:

Their puppy sighed, turning to nuzzle his face into his legs. Eddie couldn’t help but melt from the sweetness, reaching down to stroke a hand through Stevie’s hair. “Oh sure, now that you get what you want you’re behaving,” Tommy complained. “Sorry puppy, you know the rules. Now stand and present.” Stevie pouted, but got on all fours and arched his back. He spread his legs wide, exposing his balls and hole, as a pink flush slowly spread across his body. Tommy moaned appreciatively. Their puppy turned his head to smirk as he swayed his ass back and forth a little. G-d, Stevie was such a vain attention-seeking diva. He was also already half-hard from this little bit of show-boating. Tommy moved quickly, lubing up a silicon cock ring to sit just beneath the head of his dick. A matching band fit just above his balls, stretching them out away from his body. Eddie shivered as Stevie woofed happily, knowing firsthand from experience (thanks to a very enlightening weekend spent under Tommy’s hands) how intense orgasms felt with them on, even if their puppy would have to work a little harder to get there. Once Stevie was properly collared everywhere, Eddie squirted some cold lube without warning directly over their puppy’s hole, enjoying both the shocked yip he got in response and Tommy’s snorting laughter. He took his time to tease, stroking his fingers along all of the gorgeous skin presented in front of him. As he passed it, Eddie’d let the tip of his thumb just barely catch on Stevie’s rim. Their puppy whined and bucked around, trying to force it deeper. “Hey, bad puppy, stay!” Tommy swatted at Stevie’s ass hard enough to leave a handprint. “Be happy Eddie’s being so nice, I wouldn’t give you anything after how much of a brat you were to him this afternoon.” Eddie jumped and moved his hands away, feeling guilty. “Shit, should I leave him alone?” Tommy cocked an eyebrow. “Why? He’s yours too. Do what you want to him.” Their puppy woofed and laid his face on Eddie’s feet. Tommy smirked and gestured down as if to say see? Eddie flushed a little at the sign of support from both of them and nodded, picking back up with only light touches. He kept at it until Stevie was a whining slobbering mess, barely able to hold back from humping the air. It was only then that he finally picked up the tail-shaped butt plug and gently pushed it into their puppy’s waiting asshole. Stevie barked and groaned at the intrusion, relaxing his muscles and rocking back and forth on the plug to pleasure himself. Eddie now knew he could take much bigger and thicker dildos, but the rubber tail brushing against their puppy’s ass with every movement drove him further and further into that warm fuzzy headspace. “There you go sweetheart,” Eddie murmured. “Finally filled up the way you wanted?”

[akirasstories]

I want to ask for all of them because i love your fics but ill just ask for 4,5, and 8

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you are way too sweet! thank you! ilyy <<33

heres another part of:

drunk texting

Theo’s phone lit up with another round of texts, pulling him back to reality.

Liam [11:55 pm]: okay i gotta say somethin Liam [11:56 pm]: u smell rlly good. not now but always. ugh. wish i was smellin u rn lololol Liam [11:56 pm]: wait no that sounds weird Liam [11:57 pm]: but true Liam [11:58 pm]: btw i’m thnking abt u and ur stupid face and ur dumb hot body Liam [11:58 pm]: come here i needa kiss u or fight u idk which yet Liam [11:58 pm]: probs both

Theo stared at his screen, his pulse racing. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to laugh, cry, or throw his phone across the room. Liam’s texts were both ridiculous and heartbreakingly earnest, like he didn’t care about how much he was revealing.

And then a new message buzzed in—this time from Alec.

Alec [12:00 am]: lololol bro ur boy’s a mess

Attached was a video. Theo hesitated for half a second before opening it.

The screen lit up with a shaky video, obviously taken by a very drunk Alec. Liam was sitting cross-legged on the floor, waving a mostly-empty beer bottle around as he ranted.

not like i miss you

this is just something short about theo being away on a mission and liam texting him. they aren’t togther, but they also are not NOT something. technically, this is complete but as i wanna add a part 2, where they actually get together, it is still a wip lol

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Liam [10:32 AM]: school is actual hell. Liam [10:32 AM]: i hate bio. Liam [10:32 AM]: i hate math. Liam [10:33 AM]: i hate all of it. Liam [10:33 AM]: anyway, if i fail, i’m blaming u Theo [10:55 AM]: You should be paying attention in class, Dunbar. Liam [10:56 AM]: wow, look who finally decided to show up. Liam [10:56 AM]: and no, i will not be paying attention. my suffering must be documented

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Liam [9:12 AM]: u ever think abt how weird dreams are? Liam [9:12 AM]: had one where u were a barista and kept judging my coffee order Theo [9:14 AM]: That doesn’t sound like a dream. That sounds like reality. Liam [9:14 AM]: u were wearing a stupid little apron. had a nametag that said asshole barista Theo [9:17 AM]: Sounds fake.Liam [9:17 AM]: it was real in my heart

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Liam [6:29 PM]: dude. saw a guy who looked JUST like you at the gas station Liam [6:29 PM]: almost went up to him n punched him on instinct Liam [6:29 PM]: jk. kinda. Liam [7:42 PM]: also mason says hi but like in a "tell ur dumbass boyfriend to be careful” way Liam [7:44 PM]: not that ur my boyfriend. obviously. i didn’t say that (Read at 8:06 PM – No Reply)

can't tell what's real (only your skin on mine)

this is one of my bigger projects and also probs my first real one with more smut. it is about liam having issues with derealization & depersonalization after the war is over and just kinda being overwhelmed. everything is feeling more and more like it is not really happening to liam but to someone else. like a thick fog is around liam. he then starts sleeping with theo, which is the only time liam feels truly alive. but liam won’t admit it. he doesn’t want to admit that he has feelings fotr theo.

i don’t have a lot yet, mainly i am trying to work on the outline but here is a small snippet i did write out (at the beginning and still very much "enemies with benefits")

!slight smut incoming!

“Fuck you,” Liam spat again, shoving Theo back hard.

Theo only laughed, catching himself against the truck, eyes blazing with something darker, something more. “Make me.”

Liam crashed into him without thinking, mouth smashing against Theo’s in a bruising, punishing kiss.

It was teeth and tongue, all fury and fire. Theo groaned, fingers fisting in Liam’s jacket, pulling him closer until their bodies collided.

Liam bit down on Theo’s lower lip, tasting salt and want. Theo hissed but didn’t pull back—instead, he shoved Liam against the truck, mouth devouring his in return.

Their breathing was ragged, harsh pants mingling with the scrape of nails against skin. Liam hated how good it felt—how alive it made him feel.

Theo’s hands wandered, rough and sure, yanking Liam’s jacket off and tossing it aside. His nails scraped down Liam’s back, dragging a broken moan from his throat.

“Is this what you wanted?” Theo rasped, voice hoarse, lips slick and swollen.

“Shut up,” Liam gasped, yanking Theo’s head back by his hair and biting down on the curve of his neck. He hated how good Theo tasted, hated how Theo arched into the pain.

[meebles]

So for the wip game u posted how about Rako Hardeen w/ Force-Sensitive!Cody 👀👀👀👀👀

Hi thank you so much for the ask! <3

Essentially it's a Rako Hardeen fic where Cody just. Refuses to believe Obi-Wan is dead and refuses to act as if he is. Partially because he just cannot believe that Obi-Wan could actually be taken out by some random bounty hunter, but also he just has this unshakable gut feeling that he can't fully explain or put into words, and swears that he can still feel Obi-Wan alive somehow... ;)

But his vode are worried, as it's not like Cody to be in such vehement denial over something like this.

Here's a little snippet of my medic OC Scabs discussing with Cody

“You’re implying they faked his death. What reason would they have to do that?” Cody shakes his head, and shrugs. He’s still staring at the damned wall. “There've been times when this war has made less sense than that, Scabs. I’ve believed more outrageous things with less intel.” Scabs sighs, and frowns. He absolutely hates arguing with any of his vode, but with the way Cody has been acting, so unlike his usual self… Scabs just wants to understand. “What about Skywalker? Kix told me he’s been a mess since the funeral. Wouldn’t he have been able to tell if Kenobi was still alive?” Cody finally meets his eyes, fixing him with a steely gaze, one that Scabs has seen used against unruly shinies countless times. It doesn’t have the same effect against Scabs, no— instead that cold, hard, ache in Cody’s eyes leaves Scabs feeling pained for a much different reason. “I think that Skywalker is too often blinded by his own arrogance and rage to consider the bigger picture.”

[thighzp]

wip Wednesday!

Tagged today by @eusuntgratie @firstprincehornyramblings & @tailsbeth-writes

And today I'm giving another snippet of part 2 of Young & Hung, the sugar daddy Henry x hung like a horse Alex fic from kinktober!

They've finally met, and the tension has built, and here we are:

This kiss started off heated, where the other one left off. They were past the point of trepidation, Henry grazing his hand further up Alex’s thigh to tease at the growing bulge in his pants. He practically groaned when he felt the size of the thing, unsure how he would even survive without getting it in his mouth immediately. “Feels so fucking huge,” Henry moaned against Alex’s lips. Alex chuckled breathily, chasing after Henry’s lips when he finished speaking, before replying, “That’s hardly even half mast, baby.” ‘Baby’ sent Henry reeling, along with the thought that the enormous bulge beneath his hand was already bigger than his own, and would still yet double in size.

tee hee

sorry if you've already posted today! I've barely had time today to be on this webbed site. so here's some no presh tags!

@onthewaytosomewhere @theprinceandagcd @sophie1973 @pinkamour1588 @gayhoediaz

@kiwiana-writes @captainjunglegym @porcelainmortal @priincebutt

[pearynice]

✨WIP Weekend✨

Wow it has been a LONG time since I’ve done one of these!!

(I had a really fucking horrible end of 2024/beginning of 2025 and I’m finally feeling like myself again, I’m so sorry if I ignored tags I’ve been really struggling lately)

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP! You can send however many emojis you want 💗

I was tagged forever ago by @kikidoesfanfic and @hbyrde36, thank you so much for the tags, lovelies 💗

🦇 - Kas!Eddie fic that I started and abandoned and have FINALLY started again! Fruitbat Eddie adjusting to life free from Vecna’s control.

⛓️‍💥 - unnamed kinky bingo fic with dom!steve.

🥈 - a sequel to this fluffy, hurt/comfort fic where both the boys learn to accept love.

Snippet from 🦇 below the cut!

Steve’s gaze lingers, as it always does, on the trailer across the street.

In the year since it split and burned no one’s come to clear it away. There’s still tattered, yellow caution tape fluttering in the weak breeze and Steve has to swallow the lump in his throat as he walks down Max’s front steps.

And then something moves.

It’s subtle. He wouldn’t have caught it if he wasn’t already looking, but Steve sees the movement of the weeds and hears the rustling of the high grass and he stops dead with his keys still in his hands.

It’s a cat. Or a raccoon. An opossum, maybe, but that alarm system in the back of his head is ringing, and he ignores Robin’s question of his name as he takes another several steps forward.

More rustling, and it’s so hard to see in the dark but it’s bigger than a cat. A dog, maybe, but even as the thought comes to him he dismisses it. It doesn’t move like a dog. It moves like—like—

It leaps.

With a speed he isn’t expecting black claws cut through the air, closing the distance between them and just barely missing his chest. Steve stumbles as it swipes, displaced air whooshing across his front as he regains his footing, the dark mass of the thing already retreating.

“Steve!”

“Stay back!” He orders, his arms spread wide like that would do anything to deter Dustin from charging forward.

The figure retreats further, its movements slower, like the swipe had cost it. It stays crouched within the faint glow of Max’s front light, and as Steve blinks him into focus, he freezes in disbelief.

Dark eyes sparkle back at him. Long dark hair hangs in matted clumps around his face, the peaks of two inhuman ears just visible through the tangle of it. Blood, a crimson so dark it barely catches the light runs down the side of his achingly familiar face.

Steve’s heart pounds. His head feels fuzzy as his breath goes wonky, and he can barely manage to breathe out Eddie’s name through lungs that can’t quite expand right.

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@steviewashere @lihhelsing✨

[puuvillaa]

I'd love to hear about wolfstar childhood friends! 🫶

Hello! 🌻

This is also known as the Christmas fic, in case you've seen me talk about it. Remus and Sirius met when they were 7, and at first there was friction, but they eventually connected through their love for skating and hockey. As teenagers, they started dating, but they went to university in different cities, and something happened that drove them apart... It’s now 20 years later, and they happen to meet when they're both visiting their hometown for Christmas. They both have their own families, but there's still a pull between them. And Sirius is very interested in having Remus back in his life.

Here's a snippet:

By the time the doorbell rang, Remus’s stomach was squirming with nerves.

Why was he so nervous? It was only Sirius coming to visit him, just like friends did. Sirius was his childhood friend, and they were going to meet as friends, and there was no reason to be so nervous about it after they had already reconnected back at Christmas.

Remus opened the door to a smiling Sirius, whose smile only got bigger when their eyes met.

"Hi," Sirius said breathlessly.

"Hi."

They both hesitated, but then Remus stepped aside to let Sirius enter. Sirius came in and closed the door, took off his jacket and hung it up before taking off his shoes. He had lowered a sports bag onto the floor. It was dark red and had a logo Remus didn't recognise on it.

Sirius straightened up and looked at Remus. For a moment, neither of them moved.

"Do you want a hug?" Sirius asked then.

"Yeah okay."

wip game

[eurydicees]

WIP AMNESTY ASK GAME

the tldr: 

just send me a number 1-10 and i’ll post whatever i currently have of a wip that i'm struggling with, in the hopes of receiving feedback and encouragement <3

all other actual details for this under the cut!!!

some background: 

i know i literally posted a fic today lol but i’m starting to hit a block on a lot of the projects that i’ve been trying to work on and it’s driving me a little up the wall. overall i want to write but i’m feeling super demotivated about it. 

some of these projects are looking like they’re either never getting finished/posted or i need, like, MAJOR encouragement for them that i’m not getting if i don’t talk about them lol. 

i WANT to finish everything by the end of the year, or, you know, like before i die or whatever, but…look, writing is hard.  

details on the game: 

send me an ask with the number of a working title of a wip that you’re interested in, and i’ll post what i have on it! (titles are below)

i’ll post whatever i have, no matter what state of distress it’s in and no matter how little exists. this might be a few sentences, a half baked chapter, a bullet point outline, whatever. 

if what i have already is bigger than a reasonable length tumblr post, i’ll just ramble about it for a bit and then post a snippet or two of what exists. 

my hope is that by posting what i have, i’ll either feel more motivated to work on it or i’ll have enough closure that i can move on to other projects. so for these snippets, please feel free to leave constructive feedback, any encouragement, general love, whatever ideas you have for me to expand on in it, and/or any other comments!!!

(it would also be super fun if other people did this game with me btw…everyone is welcome to steal this idea and use it for themselves…pspspsps let’s all get motivated together…)  

ok finally! here are some of my working titles below (in no particular order): 

you be the leash to my wrists and i’ll be the collar to your neck (but one day we’ll both be free)

dreamsharing au part 6 

the ten thousand year ko (or: i confess that i have begun to desire being alive)

moffat and gatiss WISH they could have written fic like this 

a map of all our limitations 

[redacted fandom] character study re-writes to finally fucking post 

technicolor-verse 

that goddamn thing about cages that i’ve been trying to write for *checks notes* three years 

matchmaker matchmaker make me a match! / jane austen eat your heart out

be still my foolish heart don't ruin this on me or whatever hozier said

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

For a reason I can't tell you yet 🤐, I'm thinking a lot about Bryttalíf and Hálwinë today... Do you want to tell us some headcanons you have for them?

I WILL make my own headcanon public once it's not a spoiler for unpublished pHORSE chapters anymore! (Not that they will appear in pHORSE, only that the HC is related to some of my OCs who haven't had their big reveals yet!)

I am very intrigued that there is any kind of connection between my Háma’s family and a HC of your pHORSE story, and I look forward to hearing more about it (at the appropriate time of course)!

I’m about to unload probably way more than you ever needed/wanted to know, but I’m not sure the fic I was working on that would include a lot of this is gonna work so I might as well spoil it all! So, here’s a bunch about Háma’s family, which also naturally features lots of Háma himself!

Art by @ rinthecap (I’ve got no art of Háma’s family but imagine he’s thinking about them!)

—Bryttalif (Brytta to her friends) was originally from Harrowdale. Growing up in the mountains gave her a hearty constitution — she was outdoorsy and strong and not afraid of hard work or getting dirty.

—Her father was a swordsmith, and they moved to Edoras when she was a teen because there was a bigger market for his work there. But a capital city is a more expensive place to live, and so Brytta trained as a midwife in order to add another income to the family. She was a natural, and by her mid-20’s she was the most popular midwife in Edoras, known for being especially calm and efficient.

—Because she was unmarried, she still lived at home. Her father was *extremely* domineering, and both Brytta and her mother spent a lot of their time trying to avoid upsetting him.

—He pushed her *hard* into a relationship with Grigan, the son of one of the wealthiest merchants in the city. She liked Grigan well enough — he was much nicer than her father, at least — and she wanted to please her parents, who clearly thought the match would be advantageous for all of them, so she tried to make Grigan happy even though she never loved him.

—That resulted in her getting pregnant while they were still courting, and Grigan freaked out. He ran, leaving Edoras to go stay at a family estate in the Westfold, and refused to acknowledge that he’d ever had anything to do with her.

—This obviously made things very hard for her — the gossips and scolds of Edoras had a lot to say about an unwed pregnant woman (fed by damage control from Grigan’s family), and her father, in particular, was furious with her for having “ruined” his plans. But into this chaos and unhappiness walked Háma!

—He met her by chance when he came to commission a sword from her father. (Their meet-cute is here as a WIP snippet.) They started to spend time together, and she fell for him hard, knowing almost immediately that she felt far differently about Háma than she’d ever felt about Grigan or any other man.

—She was (happily) shocked when he seemed to like her just as much. He didn’t care what anyone else thought of her (“a man of worth trusts in his own wisdom”) and wasn’t put off by the idea that she was going to have a baby (“often times the best things in life are those that were unlooked for”).

—There was quite a stir in town when people found out that Háma had taken up with her. It even came up when he was considered for promotion to captain of the king’s guards. One of the king’s advisors asked what it said about him that he was consorting with someone like Brytta; Háma answered that Brytta was clever and kind and brave, and so it said that he was a lucky man. (He got the promotion, obviously, with Théoden reasoning that a man of unshakable loyalty is exactly who he wanted in charge of his safety.)

—The stir quieted down fairly quickly once people realized the whole situation was a lot less interesting and salacious when there was a loving couple at the center of it. And in all the best ways, Háma and Brytta were boring — they got engaged and were happy and lived a quiet life with a small, tight circle of friends and family.

—When Hálwinë was born, Háma loved her like she’d always been in his plans. She was even registered as “Hálwinë, daughter of Háma” (Háma cried when Brytta asked him if he’d like to be Hálwinë’s legal father). When he and Brytta were finally married two months later, he carried Hálwinë through the whole ceremony.

—Hálwinë was an enormous daddy’s girl. She loved to braid his hair (badly), go for rides on his shoulders and listen to him tell stories. He was her first hero.

—It tickled her to see the other guards all treat him with the respect due to a superior — she didn’t totally understand it, but she could clearly see that her dad was Important and she agreed!

—Once he became door warden, she liked to visit him while he sat watch, and Théoden knew her by sight from how often Brytta brought her to Meduseld to see Háma, give him a hug and sit with him for a few minutes.

—(Incidentally, she became a bit fixated during these visits on Gríma, who she saw often. After Gríma scowled at her once, Háma told her that Gríma was a sad man who used his sadness as an excuse to be mean. This made her decide that Gríma just needed a friend, and so she tried repeatedly to befriend him, always waving and saying hi and sometimes bringing him little flowers she’d picked or a treat that Brytta had intended for her. Gríma found this very confusing and eventually told Háma to keep his brat away from him; this is the closest Háma ever came to murder.)

—Hálwinë was barely 6 when Háma died. She had a hard time truly understanding what had happened and would periodically ask Brytta when he was coming home. It wasn’t until the next year, when Brytta was able to take her to Helm’s Deep to see his grave, that it really sank in. She went back to visit him there regularly for the rest of her life.

—Brytta was 5 months pregnant when Háma died. She had a boy and named him Wilspell (“welcome news”). The need to care for Hálwinë and Wilspell carried Brytta through this extraordinarily painful time, along with the love and support of Háma’s sisters and the guards, who looked in on their old captain’s family often.

—Once Hálwinë and Wilspell (“Willie”) were old enough, Brytta went back to work and was the one to deliver Éomer’s kids because she was *still* the best midwife in Edoras and would be until she retired.

—Grigan came back to Edoras to take over his family’s business when Hálwinë was 13, and he and Brytta inevitably crossed paths. He sort of apologized, and she told him it was all for the best because things had worked out much better for her without him. She asked Hálwinë if she wanted to meet him, but Hálwinë had no interest in a father that wasn’t Háma.

—Brytta never remarried, though she had offers. When she died, she was buried at Helm’s Deep beside Háma, the only woman buried there among the war dead.

So…like I said, way more than you probably wanted! Thanks for asking and hope it wasn’t a total overload! (And yes, the Háma of my HC is a dream, he’s a dream based in reality — I borrowed the Háma - Brytta love story from an elderly relative of mine, who was pregnant and unmarried in the 40’s when she met the love of her life!)