#thats such a rare thing in fics

[blooming-cecilia]

hey yall know that faceless ayato thing

yeah that but sagau

[fanfictionlord]

I just reilized how much fanfiction I consumed in general and I only gave recs for succession so if any of you guys want fic recs hit me up I'll tag fandoms and ships I read about

[iangallagherisadeadman]

honestly I really like the fact we don't know shit about Laura Milkovich cause neither Mickey or Mandy knows shit about Monica and they haven't met her either it seems fair

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i only just found your au and i need everyone to have a happy ending so badly im gonna cry ;-; sally is gonna be so freakin upset when she wakes up for real and sees she decimated barnaby.

oh, Barnaby already has his arm stitched back on when she wakes up! and really, even if he didn't, that'd be the Least of her worries. she wakes up into a Real nightmare - partially of her (unintentional) making

[noose-lion]

I can't actually join the "debate" on the sexual dynamics of soukoku because I can't ignore the fact most of y'all are using switch wrong (sort of it's complicated).

[eruverse]

I’m actually rather passionate at matching H*talia characters with their irl counterparts/nation dynamic. One reason I get pissed off abt Ivan portrayal is sincerely bc what I see in fandom is NOT what I observe personally. Again, I alrd know why that is. I’m wholly neutral to downright Russophilic it actually draws attention from ppl who know me in Discord etc etc

[purplepenntapus]

Im sorry I love the Zoro Mihawk Perona dynamic but the fandom trend of turning it into “Mihawk adopts Zoro and Perona as children and raises them” makes me want to die

[jrueships]

stefs ass is SO fat..... HOW isn't there more fanfiction of diggs/allen. im gonna thr*w up

[crazywolf828]

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandom: RWBY

Relationship: Ilia Amitola/Yang Xiao Long

Characters: Ilia Amitola, Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Smut, Friends With Benefits, Enthusiastic Consent, Kink Negotiation, Aftercare, Cunnilingus, Grinding, Strap-Ons, Hand & Finger Kink, Wax Play, Choking, But make it all soft and loving, Mutual Pining, Denial of Feelings, Very Minor Newspaper, Blake is a menace, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings

Summary:

It all started, in Ilia's opinion, in the dumbest way, spin the bottle.

Thanks to Sun, they're playing spin the bottle. Well it started that way at least, the more alcohol they drank the less innocent it became, shifting into seven minutes in heaven.

That's where this whole mess starts, with the twirl of an empty glass bottle, slowing until it lands on a grinning Yang. She looks good, she always looks good, but right now her eyes are dark, lips a little red thanks to a kiss with Weiss that was a touch too intimate.

If there's one thing about Yang, it's that she always gives a hundred percent.

[saetoru]

i think im enjoying writing this fic bc i feel like most fics talk about the lore and world building in genshin but very few of the ones i have read have ever rly talked about the actual elements and reactions and the fighting mechanics and its fun in a story setting vs a play setting

[zeawesomebirdie]

Well folks, get ready for me to be even more annoying about the Old West!AU, because I just started zero drafting it >:)

[plaidpyjamas]

Some more sketches of Scorpio (my oc), this time we get a little peek at the guy inside the suit [bonus Ramattra x Scorpio 💕]

[tojiswhore-aventurinesslut]

Absolutely diabolical how a fic will have over 500 likes and only 30 reblogs, with only ONE of those reblogs having tags/comments like what the fuck people really need to get with it and REBLOG the things they like. This is literally the Reblog website like. There's no reason there should be THAT much of a discrepancy between likes and reblogs it's fucking ridiculous I'm so mad about this

[obey-me-headquarters]

..... After playing the new Baxter Dlc for Our Life I don't think this will be a purely Obey Me blog...

Listen I ALWAYS loved Cove, but I played Our Life before making this blog! Now that I've played the Baxter Dlc I'm itching to write something for him! And Cove to!

[syn4k]

nobody fucking touch me i am going to walk into the ocean let my flesh decay and let my ribcage become nesting grounds for coral and small shoals of fish. I know now how it truly feels to be hollowed out entirely by a fic while blessing the feeling. Holy fucking shit. Holy hell.

so uh. fic rec time! if you guys have been enjoying ashes, i highly reccomend These Stones Remember by @valoisfulcanellideux. trust to the tags and to the story. i promise its worth it.

[godheadjones]

50s jabitha- "I don't know who you are, but I do know that I can trust you."

“He’s here again.”

Tabitha almost ignores her grandfather at this jest and continues to clean one of the countertops, but she looks up at him. “Whomever do you mean?”

Pop rolls his eyes. “You know exactly who. I see the way you look at him.”

Her gaze trails to a booth far in the back where, lo and behold, he is sitting, with his typewriter perched on the booth’s table and an intense expression, focused on writing. 

“You probably know who everyone is, right?” she asks, crossing her arms. “Why not just tell me his name?” 

“Yes, he is one of our regulars, but if you want to know his name, you need to talk to him yourself,” Pop responds quickly. He nods his head to the boy in the booth. “If you go and take his order, maybe you can ask him.”

She wants to. She wants to talk to him and figure out what it is about him that makes her heart race. But how could she just admit that? 

Strong hands are placed on her shoulders, moving her forward. “That’s it, he’s been waiting far too long for a waiter. Take a pad with you,” her grandfather pushes. 

“Fine, fine, I’ll go talk to him,” Tabitha agrees grudgingly. She gathers a pad, just like Pop had said, and heads in the direction of the booth her eyes had been laid on. 

Upon arriving, she coughs. He looks up at her and she notices his blue eyes, which almost sparkle. “Um, hi there.” 

After a beat, he replies, “Hey.” He stares back at her, and Tabitha forgets what she came over to do. 

As she stumbles over her words for some reason she doesn’t know, trying to explain herself, he asks, “Do you… want to sit?”

Unable to trust her tongue, she nods and takes the seat across from him. Her heart turns in her chest and Tabitha tries to order it to spin back into position. 

She shoots a look to her grandfather, who’s watching eagerly with two thumbs up for encouragement. She glares at him, the action not unnoticed by the boy across from her, who raises an eyebrow. She smiles awkwardly.

Tabitha fiddles with the frames of her glasses. “I don’t think I know your name,” she spits out in hopes to start a conversation. 

A beat of silence passes. “Yeah, right. I’m Jones. Jughead Jones.” 

She almost snorts, but controls herself. What kind of name is Jughead? Surely she’s not developing a crush on someone named Jughead? 

“Well, Jughead, I’m Tabitha,” she responds slowly. 

He nods. “I know-“ He stops himself, then explains hurriedly, “It’s, uh, on your chest, the name tag.” 

Now she raises an eyebrow at Jughead, whose eyes go wide. “No, it’s not like that. I wasn’t looking-“

“Relax, Jones, I’m teasing you,” Tabitha laughs, then notices his expression go blank. Was it something she had said? Maybe he didn’t enjoy being teased by complete strangers and she was intruding his space. 

That was the last thing she wanted to do. She didn’t want to hurt Jughead. She felt calm when she was around him, but she doesn’t know why. 

Before she can stop herself, Tabitha’s lips are moving to say, “Look, I know we just met and I don’t even know who you are, but I do know I can trust you. Is that… weird?”

His face softens and he shakes his head. “No, that’s not weird at all, Tabitha. I feel the same way.” 

A hand clamps her shoulder. “Tabitha, what are you doing, talking to the customers on the clock?” She looks up and sees Pop standing over her, a light tone in his voice. “I swear, teens these days have no respect for their jobs.” 

“What are you talking about, grandpa? You literally pushed me over here!” she whisper shouts, standing up. 

Pop waves her off. “That doesn’t sound like me. Now come on, it’s back to work of back to Chicago,” he jokes, now guiding Tabitha to the counter and calling over his shoulder, “Can I get you the usual, Jug?” 

Tabitha manages to turn so she’s facing the booths again and locks her eyes on Jughead’s, who, after an eager nod to Pop, makes perfect eye contact with her and holds her gaze until she’s dragged back to work by her grandfather. 

She picks up her cloth and begins to wipe down the countertop again as Pop whispers in her ear, “I knew there was something between you two.”

“Grandpa, shhhh, he might hear you!”