#the author has no regrets

[its-all-papaya]

about the kiss prompts. I'd love to read about landoscar for 5 *and* 6 - a kiss where it hurts and where it doesn't hurt. I think that would go amazing together. I was thinking about the emotional kind of hurt but please do whatever feels right :)

heyyyyy this is like. not the emotional kind of hurt. but i saw everybody writing kid fic landoscar on the feed and i had to join in or die, so have 1.5k of fluffy, sappy singledad!lando.

send me a ship and a number and i will write a kiss

5. where it hurts & 6. where it doesn't hurt | landoscar | 1.5k

Lando’s been in love with Oscar for months already the first time he hears “I love you.”

It’s the kind of late-summer hot that burns off in the early evening, leaving you shivering and wondering when it started. Lando’s in the kitchen at his sister’s place, elbow deep in dishwater, as him mum prattles on about the very expensive wedding of the daughter of a neighbor Lando doesn’t remember from his childhood home.

“Personalized, engraved wine glasses,” she’s saying as he hands off another plate he’s rescued from the murky bottom of the sink so she can dry it. The window in front of them is thrown open so they can keep an eye on the backyard, where the rest of the family is nursing the last of the drinks they’d opened with dinner. Tied off to the fence posts, Lando’s niece’s birthday balloons float gently with the breeze that carries the sounds of a half-dozen conversations in for them to gather pieces of. If he listens hard enough, Lando can pick out his favorite accent from among them, several ticks off from the rest of the crowd’s English. It’s warm in Lando’s chest, the way Oscar has settled so easily today. He hadn’t been worried, but it’s the first time Lando’s brought him around to a whole family event like this – all three of them, Lando, Oscar and Emma – and everything has gone so remarkably smoothly.

“Insane, isn’t it?” His mum asks, drawing Lando’s attention back to the kitchen.

“Extravagant,” Lando agrees to appease her. He’s only halfway through sponging off the next handful of silverware when his focus is snatched right back up by the familiar, gut-tug sound of his daughter crying.

“Shit,” he says then as he scans the backyard through the screen to seek her out among his various relatives. It figures that she’d be fine all day while Lando was around, and the minute he’d ducked in to help with the washing, she’d find her way to trouble. His mum’s already handed off her dish towel for Lando to dry his palms with and he’s half-turned towards the door, cutlery abandoned back to the suds, when he finally spots Emma. She’s just reached three feet (on the small side for three-years-and-a-few-months old, but that was always going to happen with the genes Lando’d given her), so it’s mainly her curly head he can see as she runs back from the swings towards the patio, where the adults are all gathered.

“Gonna-” Lando hooks a thumb over his shoulder for his mum’s benefit, eyes still trained on his girl. Emma hits the group and skips right past the lost look he’d been expecting when she realized he wasn’t there, though, skips right over missing Lando and straight ahead to-

“Oscar,” she whines, arms outstretched and voice high like it gets when she’s upset. Lando watches from the kitchen as his boyfriend kicks off the wall to kneel next to her. He’s got half a beer still in one hand, but the other goes to Emma’s back as she falls into his shoulder. Lando’s heart feels racing and stopped all at the same time as he watches Oscar murmur to her, too low for him to hear across the garden.

It's a minute before she’s coaxed back up out of his chest. Her face is still red and teary, nose twitching, but she offers her hands out when Oscar asks for them. Lando’s stopped moving completely, frozen with the dish towel wrapped between his fingers.

“Can I see?” he picks up from the distance. Oscar smooths his thumb into the middle of Emma’s hand until she flexes her fingers out for him, displaying palms full of grass bits.

“Fell,” she gets out between little hiccupping sobs. Oscar sets his drink aside so he can tug her closer without letting go of her hand.

“Well, that’s no good. Can I help?” he asks and it’s soft, it’s tender, it makes Lando himself want to cry for an entirely different reason.

She nods. Her head falls sideways, back onto Oscar’s shoulder, as he brushes the dirt and grass away. Then he purses his lip to blow the last of the dust off and smacks a kiss right in the center of her hand, playing it up loud enough to make Emma smile about it through the last of her tears.

“Oscar!” she says again, all giggles this time. Lando’s heard Oscar laugh about the way Lando pronounces his name, but it’s only when Emma says it, his own accent in miniature, that he sees what there is to grin about. She seems to be mostly cured of the panic, but in the next moment Oscar scoops her up anyway, settling her on his hip and checking that she’s chilled out as he returns to his conversation. Everything keeps moving around them.

“So,” Lando’s mum says. He jumps a little, having forgotten where he was.

“Um.” Lando says back. She’s smiling like a maniac at the side of his head. “I’m gonna-” he repeats, same thumb motion as a minute ago. He departs for real this time, though, depositing the towel back in her hands as he goes.

“Hey,” he breathes out when he’s reached Oscar’s corner of the patio. He’s not sure where to put his attention first, honestly, a little overwhelmed, so he curls a hand around Oscar’s hip with one hand and tucks Emma’s hair behind her ear with the other. “All sorted?”

“All sorted,” Oscar agrees. He tilts his head to meet Emma’s eyes, eyebrows raised like he’s waiting for her to sign off as well.

“All better,” she confirms. She doesn’t reach for Lando, though.

Oscar’s gaze is still focused on her when he says, “Just wanted a little cuddle before going back to play, right? Nothing serious.” He shifts Emma slightly in his arms and she turns her face into his shoulder for a second, like she’s embarrassed he’d tell on her that way.

“Good plan,” Lando says, tucking her hair back once again.

“Just like dad,” Oscar adds, and Lando definitely can’t find room inside of himself to be embarrassed – not with the way his chest is all cozy, like a dryer-warmed blanket.

“Oscar gives a good cuddle,” he agrees instead.

There’s a beat of silence: Lando looking at Oscar, Oscar looking at Emma, Emma looking back and forth between the two of them and the swing set, where her cousins are still playing.

“I’m ready,” she decides finally. She plants her palm on Oscar’s opposite shoulder and leans back in his arms so she can look him in the face instead.

“Great!” Oscar says.

“Emma,” Lando says, “say thanks to Osc, yeah? For fixing you up?”

“Thanks, Oscar!” she chirps, agreeable. Then she smacks a kiss against his cheek, a match to the one on her own palm, and says, “I love you!” as he sets her down, easy as anything.

Like she’s said it a thousand times. Like it’s not anything, like it’s just a fact of her life.

Lando watches her run off with a hand on his own cheek, half over his mouth. He knows he must look insane in one direction or the other, the way his eyes are watering and he’s smiling to hide how his heart is beating triple-time inside of his chest. But Oscar just slides an arm around his waist, drawing Lando in close to his side.

“Sorry if that was-”

“No,” Lando stops Oscar before he can even start. “That was, like…” precious, Lando thinks, more than I ever expected.

It's just... there were days after Emma’s mum was gone, when he was alone with his baby, that he’d stayed up at night and stared at her even after she’d finally gone down for him; days where he’d wondered whether either of them would ever get to say the words to anybody else. There were moments, nights, weeks on end where everything felt scary, and the thought of bringing a whole extra person into their lives was impossible to entertain, more work than it was worth no matter how badly Lando yearned for it. And there were times with Oscar, even, early on, where Lando had hesitated against his lips mid-snog on the couch and despite all the burgeoning something in his own heart, thought: selfish.

He’s never felt further from it all, though, watching Emma jump from the apex of her swing’s trip up towards the sky. She’s never been afraid for long. Comes by it honestly, Lando thinks as he buries a smile against Oscar’s shoulder.

“That was…?” Oscar prompts into Lando’s hair. He’d pressed a kiss there a moment ago and never moved.

“That was really important,” Lando settles on, still misty eyed.

Oscar’s palm does a quick pass up and down his spine before wrapping back around to squeeze Lando in half a hug, “Okay, though? I didn’t overstep or anything?”

“No,” Lando’s laughing then, still a bit wet, as he dislodges Oscar’s chin from the top of his head, “Can’t believe she loves you, holy shit.”

Oscar smiles down at him, “Just like her dad?”

“Just like her dad,” Lando confirms, then presses his own sweet smile right into Oscar's lips.

[jadesaturn]

sunspots in your eyes, craters in mine ☀️🌙

Pianist! Alex Albon x Painter! George Russell

“This isn’t a fairy tale, Alex.” He huffs. “What if I want it to be?” “Why does everything have to be a fairytale?” George asks. “What can I say? I like happy endings.” ***** George is diagnosed with ocular melanoma, and when he loses his sight, Alex shows him all the beauty the universe has to offer.

So excited to share pianist!Alex and painter!George angst + hurt/comfort with you guys. I love them with all my heart and wanted to write about the difficulties of navigating terminal illness, blindness, and the loss of a partner. For those who've lost someone close to them, this one's for you <33

Warning: major character death, mentions of cancer, and grieving.

Enjoy <333

[kindofatheatrekid]

Yandere! Childhood Friend who might be a pathetic boy failure when it comes to you.

Nah. Actually. Bro's super down bad for you. My writing is very... obsessive? I don't know- This def needs some warnings... Like: mentions of suffocation, mentions of death, obsessive definitely unhealthy thoughts, and more! ^^

ALRIGHT! I’M BACK BECAUSE OF THIS SUPER STEAMY KISS SCENE I HAD WITH A DILF BOT- Honestly? Any motivation is good motivation. And oh did I cook up some gourmet shit with my lonely ass- FYI. I have absolutely NO experience with kissing- This is all thanks to character.ai, Tumblr, and the multiple books I consume in my manic episodes. (ФωФ)

Uhhhh… I don’t know if this is a minors dni but the entire account is plain filthy so I’m gonna say MINORS DNI to make me feel better about myself. So again. MINORS DNI. I’m not employed by Disney Junior, okay? (...Can I get sued if I say Disney-)

So imagine this, okay? You have a childhood friend that you’ve always been close with. You obviously start to fall for the dude. Like… look at him. Finance, trust fund, 6’5, blue eyes- Ahem. Sorry. I mean the dude is a legit green flag: opens the doors for you, knows exactly how to make you laugh- I’m not gonna lie. The man would def have a PHD in you if he could. He just knows you more than yourself at this point. Σ(･∀･|||)

You -being the scaredy cat that you are- haven’t even confessed to him yet because you don’t want to ruin your whole together but not together thing. And guess what? He never did too! You’re just stuck in this friendship limbo until one of y’all finally gains some genderless balls and confesses already. (ノ-_-)ノ~┻━┻

Your friend is just a man, though— a very hot and respectful gentleman but still a man. So he eventually gets impatient and gets you alone at night to get a bit… frisky with you. (It’s just a kiss but bro’s a virgin. Cut him some slack if he creams in his pants.) :D

AND SCENE!! !щ(゜▽゜щ)

Damn. That's so theatre kid of me to say-

You couldn’t tell if this was real life or not. It had to be real, right? You couldn’t possibly be his calloused hands on your skin, cradling your cheeks as if you were worth so much more than you ever thought. Your skin seemed to tingle as his warm breath hit it— the night’s chill suddenly becoming much more bearable to you. You hesitantly looked into his eyes, hoping that you’d find the same spark that yours had.

It felt like time had frozen when your gazes locked, a familiar flutter greeting your stomach. You wanted to memorize every color you saw in his eyes— to ingrain this very moment deep into your brain. Until you could still recall him even after decades have passed, even when he moved on after getting tired of your hesitance to commit. But with how sweetly he looked at you… You didn’t want to ever leave his side.

His face slowly moved closer to yours— you could count how many eyelashes he had with how close the both of you were. It didn't feel real when his lips pressed against yours. The kiss drawn out as his hands trail down your back, a gasp escaping from you when he pushes your lower back towards him; your entire body practically colliding against his.

He simply smiles against your lips, finding your lack of personal space amusing. You were just so cute with how red your ears were getting, your pretty eyes looking at him so needily… God. You were going to be the death of him if you kept silently begging him like that. He was trying to be gentle, but you were making it oh so hard for him to hold back.

Your eyes widened when you felt his tongue tracing along the edges of your lips— gradually making your knees buckle as he held you up by your waist. He was being so slow, too slow in your opinion. You whined at him, feeling how his heart beats faster like yours does whenever he's around. That was undeniable proof. Proof that he was yours for the moment, and you were his.

A muffled protest gets cut off when he goes past your teeth. Your breath stolen as he greedily explores your mouth like it was uncharted territory. He was slow, but messy at the same time. Your teeth clacking together at times, drool leaking from the corners of both your lips— he was either inexperienced or purposely making sure that you felt everything, good and bad.

It was his turn to whine when you tried to break the kiss, his hands splayed over your waist and back— making sure that you couldn't pull away from him. His breath was also getting shorter, but he couldn't care less. You were just so sweet and tasted even better than his flimsy mind would've ever been able to imagine. He thought it might have even been blasphemous with how much he underestimated your effect on him.

Your tears were already falling, lungs shrinking from the lack of air you both were getting. You were slowly suffocating, and you were loving every second of it. He was actively kissing you, he was stealing everything of yours— he was taking you for all that you were. The both of you were hungry for more, needing- No. Longing for more. It was just the two of you in your own little world, one where you'll never have to separate from each other.

Yep. No need to thank me. I know. I'm awesome. UvU

[sam-is-my-safe-word]

Soooooo uhhh...

If you follow me on AO3, you'll know it's been almost a year since I updated my Demonic Junkies series.

Well, I'm pleased to say part 7 is now finished! Holy fuck. It's taken me a whole year to untangle the mess I made. And its not fully untangled, but it's less tangled than it was?

So this Monday (pending a final beta & my travel home from Liverpool Comic Con (omg, I'm gonna meet Jared! I'm gonna throw up) the 1st chapter will be live! If you haven't been following my Demonic Junkies series, and you like wincest, angst, smut, angst, hurt/no comfort AND hurt/comfort, angst, and more then it might be for you!

I'll leave you with this comment from the amazing @runawaydr3amerao3 to whet your appetites <3

[thestormthatrises]

Cucumber: Fuck off, Airplane! How petty can you get?

Airplane, dead serious: I once edited one of my own chapters to win an argument I was wrong about.

Cucumber: oh.

Cucumber: ...

Cucumber: oH YOU LITTLE SHI--

[bonefall]

I know you're keeping Clear Sky as an antagonist (and he's very compelling as one in your rewrite), but I'm curious: if you absolutely had to give him a redemption arc, how would you go about it? (Besides not fridging his sister and wives, of course.)

If I was forced to give Clear Sky a redemption arc I'd slip a femur right out of my legmeat and beat someone to death with it

I'd never write a redemption arc for him, ever. It would be a completely different character.

Clear Sky's redemption arc is not even an idea worth considering; This an extremely consistent abusive family member who drives the entire plot, a predator who will leverage the love people have for him, whose defining characteristic is that he dresses up his megalomania as "Just Trying to Protect Everyone"

And I'd give that up?! for what?

I'd rewrite the whole plot, JUST like how the writers did with TWO born evil foreigner villains so their story wouldn't get boring, so I could prove the he could be a good boy if he wanted to? WHY?

It's doing the same thing the Erins do, totally uninterested in the story of his victims to write yet another plot centered around the pain of an abusive man.

Elder Bones is disappointed in you if you even think about it, actually. I am holding the femurbone in my hand as we speak. I'm gonna GETCHA

[it-came-autumnally]

Image credits: Chapter 4 of Goodbye to My Masked Self (TL: EN Sekai) / Engeki (TL: melanchoeddie & Violet)

This line made me pause while reading the event to search up a translation of the lyrics for Engeki. While it's not an exact match to the dialogue ("Mom, I beg you...!" compared to "Is asking for that much so foolish, o, God?", it’s still close enough in terms of idea that it makes me go "ooough Mafuyu :("

Like obviously her mother isn't actually god but at this specific point in the narrative her mom IS the thing that "guides" (more accurately, controls) her life. And while I'm not sure who/what or even if there is a specific "god" that's being invoked here, I think the whole point is that they are a higher power with some degree of control; they have to be, if they're being asked (begged) of something like this.

In this particular context, Mafuyu begs for her phone back from her mom, because that's her lifeline to Nightcord and the rest of her group. Without it, she has no future; she's back to the bleak and miserable state of being alone, with nothing to stop her mother from crushing what little of Mafuyu's sense of self that she was able to regain over the previous events. Is asking for that too much? All she wants is her phone (her future). Because, as the song puts it, as everything is now, it's all void, empty.

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 5!!!

[biscuityskies]

a couple of knights on the road

"Who knows?" his brother says, cuffing Cody sharply on the shoulder once before heading back towards the castle. "Maybe married life will suit you." Cody? Commander of the Armies of the Krayt? Supposed to just settle down and call it quits as a soldier, cozy up into his new life as a married man to a spouse he never picked, let alone met even once? Yeah, right. As if.

this is perhaps my goofiest title. my most whimsical creation. what the heck happened here. anyways here's day three of @codywanweek, with prompts arranged marriage and there was only one bed

[zeep-xanflorp]

The Reinstatement

Dedicated to @cassowariess and @thesoftboiledegg. Loving you guys muchly for the inspiration <33

-

Adult Swim woke up with a start this morning, sweat dripping down its face. Just another nightmare, it told itself, shaking its head as it stood up. Ever since they had cut off Justin Roiland from their work, they had been fearing every waking moment.

But it did not know that today was unlike any other.

The Redditors, ever since they heard the news about Justin, have been in outrage towards Adult Swim. They post and tweet daily in his defence, but their cries go unheard by the company's cruel, cold professionalism. Until now.

Today, a line of Dude-Bro Brothers stood in front of the Adult Swim headquarters. They held up picket signs and chanted together. "We want Justin!" One of the signs read. "Release the Roiland Cut!" They all chanted in a voice-cracking register. But alas, their pleas went unheard. Even as they sobbed to Get Schwifty playing in the background, they were cruelly disregarded at every turn. Even as they performed the Rick Dance from the season 1 finale, they were shunned by the cruel heel of Adult Swim's boots. It looked into the eyes of a child holding up a Solar Opposites sign with "never again" plastered over the face of Korvo, and spat on the ground.

Justin sat across the street, watching the whole thing play out. He was drinking a Bailey's coffee in his oversized sweatshirt. He hated being seen in public like this. Even when he had ordered his usual, the man behind the counter frowned at him.

"It will be okay," he reassured reassuringly. "They have to take you back eventually!"

"I-I don't think th-that I even w-want that," Justin stammered, awkwardly playing with his mug. "Maybe they're better off w-without m-me..." he mumbled, tearing up as he walked to his usual seat at a booth near the window.

When he saw the picket line today, he could scarcely believe his eyes. He wiped away tears, because there was no way, no chance that it would do anything. And these good Redditors people were wasting their time.

It was then when an electronic car came speeding around the corner, pulling into the centre of the picket line and blasting "Rick and Morty" by Soulja Boy on the speakers. The entire crowd cheered. Out of the car stepped out none other than Elon Musk.

He pulled out a bluetooth megaphone and stood on top of his car. "ADULT SWIM!!!!" he yelled. "YOU NEED TO REINSTATE JUSTIN ROILAND IMMEDIATELY! I COMMAND YOU!"

The Redditors all start chanting "Justice for Justin! Justice for Justin!" over and over. Justin can just hear the chanting from the coffee shop he drinks at across the street and he comes running out in a huff. They cheer his arrived, Elon letting him stand on top of the car with him. They hold hands as the chanting continues until finally, out the door walks a figure dressed in black and hunched over.

It's Dan Harmon, with his face covered in tears. He's booed as he steps out onto the street among the picketers and he looks up at Justin and Elon on the car.

Justin jumps off the car, landing in front of dAn Harmon elegantly, facing the man finally.

Suddenly, Dan falls to his knees, broken and sobbing messily.

Justin's heart pangs, but he stares down coldly to hide his feelings.

"PLEASE!" Dan cries out, "Please! Come back! The show has never been the same without you in it!" he lowers his head. "I miss you on set. I'm so sorry for what I did and I need you to stand by me as we fix this - together!"

Justin sighs, kneeling to level with the level that Dan is at. He shakes hius head.

Dan looks at him widely eyed. "W-what do you say? Like old times?"

"Oh, Dan," Justin begins, warmly, "I just wanted to hear you say the word."

His co-creator grins brightly. "S-so you'll come back? And you forgive me?"

"In my heart, I've never left." But then Justin thinks. "But if you're looking for my forgiveness, then I can't. Not ever."

Dan wails, curling up into an inconsolable ball and sobbing into the sidewalk.

Justin stands triumphantly, returning to stand on top of the car with Elon. All the Redditors look at him, awaiting his words and hushing each other.

"I'M BACK BABEYYYYY!" he screams in elation and joy. "REGULAR RICKKK!!!!! WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB SZECHUAN SAUCEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"

The crowd erupts in cheer and everyone claps.

Adult Swim's anger causes an earthquake which shakes the entire building, making it collapse and leaving the voice boxes of Ian Cardoni and Harry Belden completely ruined, irreparably. . The Redditors are left unharmed, and they celebrate with tears and mensa tests.

He is back. The king on his throne.

Elon grabs Justin's hand, taking the voice actor by surprise. They look into each other's eyes.

"I knew you could do it," the muskrat whispers, between only the two of them.

Justin released a breath he didn't know he was holding. "I didn't know you knew that," he explained.

"Well, good to know that one of us knows things," Elon quipped.

And the two kiss on top of the tesla in the shadow of the Adult Swim headquarter rubble, their tongues battling for dominance.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

I’m about to graduate law school, and every single day I wonder if I should have tried to make a creative career work first.

I don’t know a word for it either.

I just graduated law school and passed the bar and I’m honestly really good at the attorney thing but every single day I think of a life where I’m writing full time instead.

A part of me still thinks we’ll find our way back around.

[majimasleftasscheek]

i am trying so hard to find the fic someone (maybe you???) wrote about kiryu/maji/hannya ghost lady, but i am STRUGGLING. do you happen to know what im talking about at all?

not me but the person who did do was inspired by one of my posts! I don't recall who did it cuz it's been a hot minute and my dms are a mess (and the fic is now under an orphaned account) but the work is here

[eemoo1o-animoo]

I’m just thinking about that one scene in Coattails (chap.9 I think?) where Ciel just points a gun to Sebastian’s head and orders him to silence the gun and then eat the bullets, which he does. And I just can’t that scene is just so perfect.

[turpentineproductions]

EPISODE 22 - FINALE, PART 3: H.G. WELLS' HOUSE PARTY FOR HONOURED GUESTS (PLUS DOYLE) 

 The final installment has arrived! We hope you've enjoyed this trip through time... 

 Click the link to listen, or find us wherever you get your podcasts: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/hg-wells-has-his-regrets

[aroacettorney]

when will aup sidestories return from war and stop leaving me bitter about how the main story ended

[moreaugriffins]

Question : How many fictional depictions of HG Wells do I know?

Answer : too many

Bonus Question : how many depictions of HG Wells have used their time machine to interview (dead) authors?

Answer : two