#the presh got to him

[plasmara]

the ‘it should be someone expendable…… like jay’ scene being used as ‘proof’ that kai hates jay or whatever is just Crazy to me because…. Look at his smile .

he was trying to make him laugh so bad it’s Pathetic. AND EVERYONE ATTACKED HIM FOR IT meanwhile the poor guy is just trying to flirt with his man. stood there like :( . Oh . guys omg get away from him. He literally just has no game

[blurrypxls]

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

Another Clone Danny x batfam au, Danny was also full dead before he's shoved into a clone body, but it's not really relevant in this part.

[Pt2: here]

Danny isn't a hundred percent sure how he got here. Last thing he remembered was running away from the GIW and his parents. They got a lucky shot on him, and he was losing ectoplasum fast. He's pretty sure he was about to fully End. He remembers being mildly amused over his parents' inventions killing him twice, before it all goes dark.

He woke up as a baby. A clone baby by the looks of his environment, an underground lab(?). His creator(?) is staring at him as if he's a miracle, and given the fancy sci-fi screen thingy (a tablet? Or ipad? He's not sure how he knows these terms) in front of the cloning tank say "attempt 99", he probably is this guy's miracle.

Danny doesn't see anyone else around, and this guy, a teenager about Jazz's age (?), seems happy on a personal level to see Danny wiggling in the tank. So it's not likely he was forced to do this. Whatever this is..

"I did it...? Holy shit! I did it!" The teen cheers before freezing, "I'm a parent now.. I did not think this through... welp, I'm a parent now."

The guy checks his vitals before draining the tank. Danny is handled as if he's the most precious, yet breakable thing in the world to this kid.

"Hello, I'm Tim, your dad, I guess." The kid, Tim, introduces himself, and Danny giggles at him because if Danny was a normal baby, he'd have no idea what he was saying. "You're the clone of my dead best friend. He was half kryptonian. I promise to do my best to help you learn your powers and culture. I'll break into Clark's ice fortress if I have to to do it."

Danny has no idea what any of that means, but Tim seems determined, so Danny isn't too worried. He's more worried about the power thing. Are they going to be completely different from his old ones? Does he still have access to his ghost powers?

His little baby body can't handle his big emotions, and he starts crying. Tim panics, checking for mess, before realizing he doesn't have baby supplies. He clearly didn't think his cloning attempt would work with how unprepared he is. And that's valid if Danny really is his 99th attempt.

Tim bundles Danny up and rushes them to the nearest store that has baby supplies. Danny is clothed and fed promptly and given a wolf plushy. Danny isn't sure about the wolf thing, but the stuffie does sooth his baby instincts, so he rolls with it.

"Alright, baby. I... I didn't think of a name for you. I originally was trying to make a clone closer to Kon's age and figured they could name themselves, like Kon did." Tim sighs, slightly rocking Danny in his arms. "Man, I must seem insane talking to a baby. A baby I made because I couldn't deal with one more person in my life being dead or gone."

Danny notes the interesting wording.

"Okay. Can you understand me at all? I forgot to adjust the knowledge download to a year old's level, but that doesn't mean your baby brain absorbed any of the info."

Ooooh, that explains why he knows things that didn't exist where he's from.

Danny blows spit bubbles and attempts to nod. It's a bit hard, his baby muscles not developed enough for the action. Tim understands, though.

"Okay, okay." Tim looking both scared and relieved. "How about you pat me once for yes and twice for no? At least for now. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

Danny lightly smacks a hand to Tim's face. They both giggle over it.

"Alright, so I'm going to list off names, and you can tell me yes or no, okay?" One pat. "Okay, let's see."

Danny wonders if he can get a new name that can still let him have Danny as a nickname.

"Jasper" No

"Darin" No

"Dugu" No??

"Presh?" No! Tim? Where are you getting these names??

"Ratan" No

"Cicil" No

"Matthew" No

"Theo?" No

"Alihan" No

"Atiya" Nope

"Tesher" No

"Senai" No

"Uuum... Habwat?" No

"Geoffrey" No

"Amari?" Nope

"Jordan" ... huh, technically could get Danny from that, but still. No.

"Riley?" No

"Drew?" Nope

"Nova" Oooo so tempting, but no

"Esteban" Nope

"Izar" No

"Aedan?" You know what, good enough. That's Danny's new name.

Tim looks misty eyed when Danny finally agrees to a name.

"Alright, welcome to the world, Aedan Drake." Danny blows bubbles at him. "We'll visit adding Kent and getting you a proper kryptonian name when you can actually speak and understand what those names mean. Kon's human name was Conner Kent, and his kryptonian name was Kon-El. It translates to abomination of the house of El. He was a clone of Kal-El and wasn't treated well for it. I won't let the Els treat you as they treated him."

Tim looks pissed on his friend's behalf and cradles Danny protectively.

"The Els don't matter anyways. You will always be a Drake. And Drakes protect what they claim with viciousness." He kisses Danny's forehead. He then moves to the fanciest computer Danny has ever seen, and with the hand not supporting Danny's body, starts designing what appears to be a bulletproof and stabproof baby carrier. "I should have waited til after I finish hunting for clues to get Bruce, he's my adoptive father, out of the timestream. My siblings think I'm crazy, which creating a clone isn't helping my case over, but I know he's alive. I found evidence, just not enough to prove it to them."

Danny starts nodding off. Tim's ramblings are soothing and his hold gentle, Danny's tiny baby body doesn't stand a chance at staying awake. He's sad he's missing out on all the dad lore because of it.

Once the carrier is ready, Tim starts going out and taking Danny with him. Danny is actually pretty safe on these outings. The carrier is bulletproof, stabproof, has tinted bulletproof glass so Danny can get sun without people seeing him, it's temperature controlled, well ventilated, and has plenty of cushion. Seriously, Danny is sure the whole thing is like 60 pounds with him in it, but Tim gives zero fucks. He's determined to keep Danny safe.

It's super touching. And Danny swears to one day return the favour. The day is closer than he thinks when a creepy old fucker crawls out of the woodworks. Danny hates him instantly. Tim explaining the creep's relation to Tim's family doesn't change Danny's mind. In fact, it probably makes his opinion on this Ra's Al Gul even worse. And once he sees how that pedo looks at his sweet new dad, he plans to be an absolute menace.

[softspiderling]

illicit affairs - part ten | r.c

summary:

“So you really Good Luck, Babe!’d him like that huh?”

Kelce cracked a smile at you, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. “Yeah, something like that.”

“For what it’s worth, I think you did the right thing, and it took balls. So good for you for standing up for yourself,” you said, raising your glass, to clink it with Kelce’s, who lifted his own drink against yours.

OR; Welcome to illicit affairs season 2.

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: day drinking and a whole lot of bad decisions

word count: 2,5k

author’s note: it’s been so long. do you still remember me? please, feel free to reread 1-10 + the interlude if your memory’s spotty, i’m not gonna blame you. hope you enjoy it sm and my inbox is alwayssss open for your thoughts🫶🏼

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pt. ten: “don’t call me baby”

The sun was shining down on you, drying the small water droplets left from your most recent dip in the water, a cocktail sweating on the small bedside table next to you.

Everything was perfect.

“Good lord, what is that.”

Well, almost everything.

You lifted your sunglasses to see Kelce sit on the sun chair next to you, holding your cocktail in hand, forehead creased.

“Orange juice.”

“That’s not orange juice.”

“…. with vodka and peach schnapps.”

“It’s ten in the morning and you’re drinking sex on the beach?”

“Would you prefer I have it, instead?”

Kelce groaned and you only cackled, putting your glasses back, resuming your previously interrupted sunbathing. The glass clicked against the marble top as he slid it back, faintly, you could hear him waving down the waiter from the beach club.

“Did you and Topper come back together last night?”

“Why wouldn’t we?”

You merely shrugged with your shoulders, though still keeping your eyes closed. “I don’t know. Topper seemed pretty cozy with that girl. I thought he’d get lucky.”

While the four of you had gone out together last night, you and Rafe had left earlier. You didn’t really have a choice, if you were honest. For some reason, you had ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon and Rafe always got incredibly handsy when he was drunk on champagne. And while you weren’t that drunk, your inhibitions were lowered, and for a while, the two of you had risked making out in a dark corner of a club, before your brain started working again. Topper already knew, you didn’t want Kelce to find out.

So you and Rafe left.

Not without any discussion, though.

“What? It’s not even one and it’s our first night here, you guys can’t possibly want to leave already!” Kelce yelled over the music, the pina colada in his glas sloshing over the rim, splattering all over the floor, surely not the first liquid to meet the darkened tiles.

“Sorry, Kels, I’m just wiped. I promise we’ll go hard tomorrow, okay?”

You leaned on Rafe, who had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, trying to ignore Topper’s inquisitive eyes.

“Maybe we should all call it a night,” he proposed and you threw him a dirty look. Before you could argue, though, Kelce shook his head.

“Absolutely not. You’re hitting it off with that Kelly girl, there’s no way I’m letting you leave. And I might get another drink out of that guy over there.”

Kelce turned his head to lift his glass at some brown haired guy at the other end of the bar, who raised his hand in a short wave. Kelce turned back to you, grinning from ear to ear.

“Alright fine, you two guys go. But I will hold you to that promise of going hard tomorrow, you hear me Precious?”

“Promise,” you said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek while Rafe hugged Topper good bye. When he turned to Kelce, you embraced Topper in a short hug, but it wasn’t short enough for Topper to whisper “Think about this, Presh.” in your ear.

“Nah. I think they made out or something, but Topper didn’t really seem into her.”

“Sarah?”

“Sarah.”

The both of you sighed, briefly interrupted by the waiter bringing Kelce his order. As soon as he disappeared from ear shot, you leaned up, looking at Kelce curiously.

“So, how did things go with that guy from the club last night?”

Kelce, while taking a sip from his iced coffee, shrugged with his shoulders. “Okay, I guess,” he said, absentmindedly stirring the straw in the glass. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You’re still thinking about Malcolm, aren’t you?”

“How could you tell?” Kelce asked, and you gave him a look.

“Seriously? You got that look on your face.”

He sighed loudly, leaning back in his chair. “I’m starting to lose hope in whatever this thing is with Malcolm, to be honest. Whenever we’re alone, it’s like, perfect. But other than that, I’m like a stranger to him.”

“He’s not ready to come out, is he?”

Kelce shook his head, snorting a bit. “Not only that, but he keeps overcompensating by letting every girl throwing herself at him like he’s Logan Lerman at his annual public outing, and frankly, it makes me feel like shit. I told him that putting up this facade wasn’t going to make him happy and pretending like it is, would just lead to the saddest future ever.”

“So you really Good Luck, Babe!’d him like that huh?”

Kelce cracked a smile at you, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. “Yeah, something like that.”

“For what it’s worth, I think you did the right thing, and it took balls. So good for you for standing up for yourself,” you said, raising your glass, to clink it with Kelce’s, who lifted his own drink against yours.

“What are we drinking to?”

Rafe’s voice was still gravely as he approached, Topper in tow. They both looked like they could need a couple more hours of sleep, taking off their shirts when they arrived, tossing them on the empty sun chair next to you.

“Oh, just putting men in their place,” Kelce said and you muttered a low amen, when Rafe sat down on your sun chair, nearly knocking you off it.

“Hey, get your own!” you huffed, but Rafe only groaned with a shake of his head, covering his face with his arm, despite the shade the umbrella was providing.

“Can’t. Too tired.”

You rolled your eyes at him, trying to get comfortable on the very tight sun chair, ignoring how Topper was giving you a very pointed look.

“I think I’ll go for a dip in the water,” Kelce said, pushing his empty glass on the table before he stretched his arms into the air. “Come on, Top.”

“Maybe later,” Topper answered, but Kelce had none of it, dragging Topper up.

“Come on, white boy. You look like you could use a dunk.”

Kelce hauled a miserable looking Topper behind him, who threw you a look. A look, which Rafe luckily missed, as he was still dozing away on the sun chair next to you.

“Are they gone?”

“I dont know, what are you going to do if I say yes?”

Rafe let out a grunt before he reached over to wrap his arms around your waist, tucking his chin into the crook of your neck. You sighed, having half a mind to shove him off, but instead, you let him. Maybe it was half the sex on the beach.

“Sorry about last night.”

You raised an eyebrow at his words, glancing down at Rafe. His voice was muffled, because his face was still hidden in the crook of your neck, but you could hear him as clearly as ever.

“Are you? Are you really sorry?”

“… I’m not sorry about how it ended, but I am sorry for how I behaved.”

You rolled your eyes at him, and even though you knew he couldn’t see your face, you knew that he knew that you were rolling your eyes at him, just as much as he knew that you knew that he was smirking like an asshole.

There was a lot of knowing going around.

“You think you’re so funny, Cameron,” you muttered and Rafe answered by pressing kisses down your neck, making you squirm a little as you tried to push him away, despite the laughter coming from your lips.

“You’re laughing, aren’t you?”

Rafe pulled away with a glint in his eyes, the smile on his face so soft, you had to look away, pretending like you were going for a drink. He observed you carefully while you finished the last of your cocktail.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Had so much of vitamin C,” you answered, lifting your empty glass.

With a snort, Rafe stood, shaking out his hair. He stood right in front of the sun, the rays shining around him, basking him in a warm light and suddenly, you regretted chugging the last of the drink.

“Come on, let’s go get lunch,” he suggested, stretching out his arms. You however, made use of the space Rafe had freed up on the sunchair, sprawling out on it, not missing the way he was following your ever move.

“Lunch?” you sighed, pouting up at him. “It’s barely even noon.”

“Brunch then.”

“What about Kels and Top?”

You didn’t know why you were trying to find excuses not to go. Food sounded good right now, especially to soak up all that vodka you’d been drinking. Maybe you knew that you were feeling a bit to good right now. A little tipsy, in another country where no one knew you except your two best friends you were trying to leave behind.

“What are we, their parents?” Rafe snorted, holding his hand out to you. “Come on Precious.”

You narrowed your eyes at him for another second, even if you already decided to go, just to get on his nerves a little, before you sighed, nodding.

“I guess I could eat.”

You took Rafe’s hand to help you stand, grabbing your cover-up from the back of the chair before the two of you walked off the beach, towards the promenade. The town was bustling with people, so many, that it was easy to melt into the crowd.

Which was why you allowed Rafe to wrap his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to his side as you walked, and no other reason. It was a little warm to be walking so closely together, but you didn’t mind.

“Anything particular you’re in the mood for?” he asked, glancing down at you, but you only shook your head.

“Nah, just whatever. You pick.”

The two of you walked through the main street, taking a left, off the main road, where it was less busy. There were several little restaurants sprinkled along the street, too many options to choose from, so Rafe just dragged you into the next one you passed.

It was a small, local restaurant and the owner lead allowed you to choose your table, which ended up being a small table on the street. A small breeze blew through the alley, and you didn’t even bother to look into the menu, because Rafe asked the waitress to bring everything that was good.

Which was a lot.

“Oh my god, this is too much Rafe,” you muttered under your breath when the waitress started piling on the dishes, and every time you thought it was over, she returned with another two plates.

“That is all,” the waitress said, placing the last two plates on the full table, giving you a smile. “Enjoy.”

“Thanks!”

As the waitress left, you gave Rafe a look, but he only snickered, taking a swig of his beer. “Relax, Precious. We can just take the leftovers back to Kelce and Topper if there is any.”

With a sigh, you reached for your iced diet coke - no more alcohol for you until you got some food into your stomach - and took a sip, before you picked up your fork. The two of you made quick work of the food, fried fish with peas and rice, some conch salad, fried conch and even some baked mac and cheese. You ate so much, you nearly exploded, but as you had predicted, there were some left-overs.

“I told you it was too much,” you groaned, leaning back in your chair. Rafe only shrugged, grinning at you.

“So? s’nice, isn’t it?”

You rolled your eyes at him good naturedly, trying to sit up when the waitress came to clear the table. She surveyed the remaining food before looking at you.

“All good?”

“Yeah, thanks,” you replied with a smile. “It was so good. Just, too much.”

The waitress laughed, starting to clear the table, leaving you with the bill. Rafe left a couple of bills on the table, more than enough to cover the bill, before the two of you stood, the chairs scraping against the floor.

“You wanna go back to the beach?” Rafe asked as you walked a few feet away from the restaurant, but you shook your head, rubbing your stomach with your hand.

“Nah, I need to walk this food off a bit.”

“A’ight,” he sighed, throwing his arm over your shoulder and you only wrinkled your nose at him.

The two of you ventured deeper into town, the crowds of people starting to disperse. The sun was at its highest point, people were either at the beach, or taking cover inside their houses with the air conditioning on. Not you and Rafe though. You walked around aimlessly, no specific goal in mind, until you spotted a small souvenir shop, displaying various trinkets on the street.

“Ooooh, I love those, come on,” you said, starting to drag Rafe into the direction of the shop.

“Come on Precious, we both know you’re gonna lose whatever you’re gonna buy before we even get home,” Rafe groaned, even if you didn’t even have to pull on his arm so hard. “And don’t you already have all of these?”

“No, you know they renew these every year,” you pointed out, looking at the different trinkets, key chains and magnets. You broke out in a grin when you saw a key chain of an emoji with a grumpy face.

“Look, it’s you,” you said, showing it to him and he rolled his eyes, but you could tell that he was biting back a grin. Slowly, you walked deeper into the shop, the products presented in away that lured you in deeper and deeper. Somewhere between the third and fourth aisle, you’d lost Rafe, but you were too enthralled by the bracelets to care.

“Pretty, no?”

You jumped a little, turning over your shoulder to see the shop vendor smile at you.

“Sorry, you really snuck up on me,” you said with a laugh, before turning back to the bracelets. “Yeah, they’re nice.”

“Come get your boyfriend to buy one for you,” she said, and you flushed, shaking your head. “You two are very sweet. Good looking couple.”

“Thanks,” you answered, ducking your head. “But we’re not dating. Just friends.”

The woman laughed, shaking her head. “He is smitten with you, girl. You’re blind if you don’t see that.”

She gave you a look, a tad bit too pitiful, if you were honest, then she pointed to the bracelets. “Three for the price of two.”

With that, she disappeared behind the another counter, leaving you a little perplexed.

“Hey, you find anything?”

Rafe rounded the corner of the aisle, his hands stuffed in his pockets. You turned to him, glancing back at the bracelets before shaking your head. “Nah. Just trinkets. You?”

“You really think I’d get something from here?” he asked with a snort and you rolled your eyes, wrapping your hands around his arms.

“Come on, let’s go.”

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author's note: look, idk what to tell you

[sillyandstupididk]

quinn hughes style evolution

On my midnight scroll through Getty Images, I found myself so impressed by Quinn Hughes’ walk in pics, I thought I would do some style evolution! Because he has evolved! Stylistically! And he has great ties.

October 15th, 2019: first one!! So presh. He loves this blue tie, but those shoes don’t remain for much longer. This was the day after his 20th birthday and the start of his rookie year.

November 12th, 2019: New tie alert! I’m in awe of this guys ties back then. They were so fun! The shoes are a better match definitely, and notice how they’re actual dress shoes (“for now,” she said ominously.)

December 19th, 2019: Hilarious gait, for unknown reasons. Also I just want to say I miss this wall, I don’t think it exists anymore, but it was great vibes. So is his tie. Reminds me of the one Luke wore to the awards show. The Canada Goose toque is a little silly but they were VERY big that year. I bet he got it at Holtz-Renfrew- the Vancouverites ate up all the Canada Goose

July 29th, 2020: Their first playoffs! Very exciting. And so casual due to the bubble nature of it all. Backwards cap, chino shorts, high top Nikes, Petey has the dogs out, I bet they loved this.

December 10th, 2021: his TIE. Bring back fun ties he never has fun ties anymore. Also this current season people were saying how Quinn bought a new coat- WRONG! His double-breasted coat has lived on for seasons! It looks great, he looks great, the pants are a bit ill-fitting, but he’s wearing a pink tie I refuse to complain.

March 4th, 2021: This tie made tons of appearances. I hate it, but I like that he likes it and it actually goes really well with this suit. He looks amazing, would love to have him in my zoom class.

February 19th, 2022: This is very good! Very red carpet-esque, and crispppp

April 3rd, 2022: Not quite sure what’s going on with the suit tucking. But a lovely baby blue tie with matching socks?! Yes yes yes

November 18th, 2022: GREAT tie. The socks do not match unfortunately. The shirt cuffs poking out is a really nice look tho.

December 17th, 2022: The parking garage!! Welcome friend, you do wonders for the lighting and aura. The double-breasted coat looks SO good buttoned up. And I’m very thankful he ripped that toque off for the photo <3

December 19th, 2022: Jeff he does not look like this what is wrong with you.

October 11th, 2023: This is the first time he has not worn dress shoes for walk ins. He will not wear dress shoes for a very long time. The tie will disappear shortly after. There has been a shift in the force.

November 20th, 2023: a grey suit! unfortunately this makes the phone in his pocket extremely visible and a little off-putting. why are his hands clenched

December 9th, 2023: The tie!!! Nothing is really matching here. It’s very funny. But the plaid suit has potential.

January 9th, 2024: WHY are you looking at me like that?? Is it because you were forced into dress shoes again?? You’re not wearing a tie isn’t that enough?

April 23rd, 2024: Playoff form has returned! The shoes: dirty. The tie: in his dresser at home. The shirt: a nice light blue. The finger: suspiciously long. The eyes: haunted!

May 20th, 2024: Game 7, Edmonton, you know the vibes. He wore this outfit every single game for that series and I looked forward to it every single day. Those airforces were the star of the season. But I miss my fun ties. But he has best accessory in the form of his Porsche keys!

November 19th, 2024: The all black yesss!! He has this on his Insta and for good reason. The toque even looks good, but it would simply be top tier unforgivably hot if he had it off for this look. But he looks so good, I hope we see this more.

March 18th, 2025: Bringing us to now. Holy moly. I mean you can just tell the difference from this to the past. His suits fit really amazingly, the colour coordinates so well, he has a matching tie and matched dress shoes (!!!). New haircut, waist on thinna, vibes unmatched, Captain Quinn has never looked better (and to do this when we’re in the trenches?? Thank you sir)

[grazi-your-rockette-queen]

Hey! Can you just do any kind of ride the lightening era Kirk smut/fluff? Be creative! No presh! KirkxFem reader (Nothing like super kinky or anything yknow 😆)

omg yesss i haven’t wrote for kirk in so long i miss him :((((

summary: kirk wakes up from nightmares and you help calm him down by watching a movie, and he gets super touchy

warnings: smut, a little teasing, kind of subby!kirk but not rly, creampie, a little bit of biting, p in v

Burnin’ For You-kirk hammett

it was late. you had been watching movies for hours and hours after you and kirk went to bed. he had fallen asleep next to you a while ago, but you were still wide awake while Scarface played on the tv. suddenly, you felt kirk shift and instinctually looked down next to you where he was laying under the cover. he opened his eyes slowly, a worried frown on his face. you looked at him with sleepy eyes in concern, and softly placed a hand on his shoulder while he woke up.

“kirk? are you alright?” you asked in a soft whisper, eyebrows furrowed at the sight of him breathing heavily. it almost looked as though tears were forming.

“yeah… that was weird, i think i had a dream.” he spoke slowly while he calmed himself down and sat up in the bed. you pulled him closer to you.

“was it bad?”

“yeah… i don’t want to talk about it.”

“are you sure you’re okay?” the looked at you with sad brown eyes and nodded, half smiling. you nodded and hugged him, kissing his head. you stayed like that for a little while, the sound of the movie still playing quietly in the background.

“you think you’ll be able to go back to sleep?” you asked him. he hummed and nuzzled into your chest, hiding his face and causing you to giggle.

“i don’t wanna…” he muttered. you smiled and rubbed his back softly while he cuddled you. you ran your fingers through his soft curls soothingly. after a minute you had to move to be more comfortable, but noticed kirk moan softly as your leg accidentally brushed a little far up his own.

“kirk… is there something you want?” you asked rhetorically, starting to smile. he blushed and looked away from your eyes.

“yeah…” he wasn’t at all being up front about what he needed, and you could’ve teased him about it, but you decided to give him what he clearly wanted. you cupped his face in your hands and kissed his lips softly once, and then again more deeply. he propped himself up on his elbows, now hovering over you. you pulled him closer to you, still embracing him. kirk grew more needy and he started slowly running one hand down your torso, and unintentionally grinded down on you, causing you to moan into the kiss. he broke the kiss to ask if he could take your clothes off, to which you told him yes. he started with your top, you helped him get it over your head. he hummed softly at the sight of your exposed tits, carefully tracing his hand down the side of your body before kissing your collarbone down to your chest. you giggled and moaned as he softly bit down your torso, before reaching the hem of your shorts. he pulled off your shorts and panties in one go, kissing above your pussy. he kissed his way back up to your jaw and removed his own underwear, lining his hard and needy cock up to your slick lined slit, and slowly pushing into you. he threw his head back slightly as he bottomed out slowly. within a short few minutes, he was pistoning his hips into yours, desperate to get as much friction as he could. you let him get really close to the edge, which was indicated by the prettiest noises that fell from his plush lips as they got louder and louder.

“kirk… kirk…” you repeated in order to get his attention. he looked up, breathing heavily but not halting his movements. you mouthed to him to stop, which he obeyed but whined about.

“i’m glad to help you out, baby… but you have to make me come first.” you smirked and bit down on your lip teasingly, watching confusion glaze over his big brown eyes, he whined again. “you heard me.”

he grunted, instantly understanding what his new mission was. he reached one hand down, circling two slender fingers over your clit. he continued his thrusting at a slower pace than before, careful not to let himself go before his job was done. he winced louder every time your walls tightened, indicating you yourself were getting close. he started to lick, kiss and begin to bite down on your neck and collarbone, grunting with each thrust.

“i’m close baby, good job.” you praised through moans, starting to buck your hips back into his, meeting his thrusts. he whimpered while your walls tightened finally, both yours and kirk’s eyes rolling back into your heads. kirk’s moans echoed through the room as he came right after you, filling your already wet cunt with his own seed. he subsided, nearly collapsing next to you on the bed. you caught your breath before him, grabbing him to lay his head on your chest and carefully brushing away the hair that clung to his forehead by a thin layer of sweat.

“good boy, thank you kirky.” you nuzzled into his soft curls, planting kisses on his head.

“thank you.” he returned still out of breath, kissing your chest and running his hands down your sides, causing you to giggle.

[tacoteddy22]

A Word With Friends | 5-5

This week's word is Perspicacious

Definition: Quick in noticing, understanding, or judging things accurately or of acute mental vision or discernment.

Also Perspicaciously, Perspicaciousness , or Perspicacity.

Thank you for the tag @jenn2d2 & @hedwigoprah 💖

My last post was real sad, so this time I went with pining, flirting, and a drunk Emmrich. Enjoy!

Tags: Youuuuu! If you want - no presh

Rook was exhausted. She had spent the day in Arlathan Forest with Neve and Bellara exploring ruins and fixing artifacts. They stepped through the Eluvian into the Lighthouse and trudged slowly up the stairs, their muscles aching from overuse.  

“Normally, I stay awake for way too long because I keep thinking about the artifacts and how the stories in the newspapers end. Oh! And the gods. And the blight. But I might actually sleep tonight!” Bellara let out a big yawn and Rook couldn’t help but let out a yawn of her own. 

“I’m going straight to bed after a long, hot bath,” Neve drawled out as they rounded the corner and continued up the stairs. They could hear the voices of their other companions, but something was different… were they singing?!  

The trio exchanged glances as they hurried up the rest of the stairs to see what was going on. Nothing could have prepared them for the situation they stepped into.  

Emmrich was draped across the couch with his arm thrown across his brow while Lucanis sat in the high-backed wooden chair normally reserved for Emmrich. 

Davrin was sprawled on the floor between them and Harding was slumped in another chair near the bookcase. They were all singing what sounded like the same song, but each at different tempos and keys. Several empty bottles of wine littered the table along with a larger clear bottle half filled with a blue liquid.  

Taash was the only one who was fully upright in the room and they turned their head towards the trio that had just returned. 

“Hey, welcome back. They’re all fine, just a little drunk. I’m also a little drunk.” They gave Rook a little half smile and she saw the glossy eyed gaze Taash gave her.  

“They look more than a little drunk, Taash. What did you all get up to while we were out?” Neve queried mirthfully. Bellara had wandered over to Harding and poked her on the forehead with a giggle as Harding smiled at the realization her friends had returned. 

“ROOOOOOK! You’re here!” Lucanis shouted and tried to stand from his chair but immediately had to sit back down and muttered under his breath. Davrin stopped singing at Lucanis’s exclamation and lifted his head.  

“So, you finally decided to -“ hiccup! “join the party.” Davrin managed to say and Bellara snickered into her hand. Emmrich was still singing and had seemingly not realized the arrival of Rook and the others. His voice rang out clearly, beautifully and Rook finally recognized the song as a Rivaini shanty the Lords of Fortune sang on expeditions.  

“We had dinner and had wine with dinner. I told them about this booze stuff Isabela makes from these flowers in Rivain that have some kind of shit that makes them get you drunk when you…do something.” Taash trailed off and spaced out staring blankly ahead.  

Rook whistled to Taash and waved a hand in front of their face while Emmrich continued to sing.  

“Oh hey Rook!” Taash exclaimed as if it were the first time seeing her.  

“Ok, so Isabela’s special booze?” Rook encouraged Taash to continue.  

“Yeah it’s strong and they won’t remember anything tomorrow. I told them they couldn’t handle it, but they insisted. And now this.” They gestured towards the very drunk team members sprawled across the room. Emmrich finally stopped singing and opened his eyes. Rook watched him search the room and he let out a smile and small sigh of relief as he caught Rook watching him. He said nothing but kept the smile on his face as he closed his eyes again.  

“Alright, I think it’s time we all got to bed, yeah?” Rook suggested to the group. They all agreed in various ways and the sober companions dispersed to help their drunken counterparts. Neve helped Lucanis out of the chair and Rook caught the purple glow of Spite’s eyes looking longingly at Neve for just a moment before Lucanis came back to consciousness. Neve linked arms with the assassin and guided him to the kitchens while they whispered softly to each other.  

Bellara used a surprising amount of strength to get Davrin off the floor and the two shuffled out of the Lighthouse with Bellara holding Davrin up using a bit of magic to help keep them both upright. Davrin was waxing about how he definitely could handle Isabela’s brew no matter what Taash said. Taash was sober enough to help Harding to her room, but suspiciously never returned to their own room for the night.  

That left Rook and Emmrich alone in the Lighthouse. Emmrich was humming to himself with his eyes closed and Rook walked up to the couch and looked down at him with a smile. He was just so beautiful. His perfectly crafted jawline and that delicious nose she wanted nuzzled into her neck were just right there begging for her touch. Her eyes trailed down the column of his throat and her annoyance at his very high collar shone through as her smile turned into pursed lips. She rolled her eyes at herself and cleared her throat.  

“Ready to go to bed, Emmrich?” It really was an innocent question, but the connotations it could have made her heart beat out of rhythm.  

“Mmmm that’s probably for the best.” He held out an arm for her and she grabbed it, helping him sit upright. He gave her a lazy drunken grin and her body tightened low in her belly.  

“Roooooooook.” He elongated her nickname and dragged his eyes to hers as she helped him stand. He was taller than she was and he towered over her in a way that made her feel like she would always be safe with him. He draped an arm across her shoulders and stumbled momentarily before catching himself. Rook grabbed his other hand to steady him and gripped her hand tightly and they headed towards the stairs up to his room.  

“Bishop, I could call you bishop. Or Pawn. No no, not pawn, that’s a terrible nickname for one so lovely as you.” Rook blushed at the compliment and stayed silent as he continued to mutter about various nicknames. “King! No, the king is weak, vulnerable to attack. Not like the queen.” 

Rook finally figured out what he was doing, “are you trying to decide a new nickname for me based on other chess pieces?”  

“Queen, you are as perspicacious as ever.” Emmrich tried out the new nickname for her, but crinkled his nose and shook his head. “No, that doesn’t quite work either.”  

“I have no idea what that means, but it is very cute you still have such a vast vocabulary even when you’re drunk off you’re ass.” Rook laughed and continued up the stairs slowly. 

They had made it to his room and Manfred let out a happy hiss as they entered, but hovered close as the skeleton realized Emmrich was not in his normal state. 

“Manfred, can you go get a glass of water for him, please?” Manfred hissed again and nodded enthusiastically as he made his way out of the room. Still holding onto Emmrich, Rook fumbled with the books on the bookcase until she found the right book to pull that opened the secret bedchamber in Emmrich’s room. She maneuvered him so he was sitting on the edge of the bed and turned to leave, but Emmrich’s voice stopped her.  

“Varric was right in giving you the nickname of Rook.” 

She turned back around and cocked her head to the side, “How so?” He had swiped his hand through his hair and the top piece fell forward into his forehead. He was just so devastatingly handsome in this disheveled state. She thought so when he was put together, but seeing this mildly undone Emmrich had Rook licking her lips and squeezing her thighs together as the heat between her legs grew.  

He lifted a foot to try and get his boot off but in that moment he lacked the coordination to keep balanced and tipped over onto his bed. Rook rushed to help him upright and nearly died as he looked up at her with big, glossy hazel eyes. “Could I trouble you for some help with my boots?”  

Rook was in trouble because she realized she would never say no to this man.  

“Of course, Emmrich”  

She moved towards him and kneeled in front of him to remove his boots and he watched her with half-lidded eyes and a head full of unspoken confessions.  

“Strength, stability, advantageous for both offense and defense.” 

“Come again?” She looked at him with a curious look on her face and Emmrich closed his eyes once more, exhaling softly as she pulled off a boot and started on the next one.  

“It’s what a rook is best at in a chess match. Varric was right to give you the nickname, it suits you most perfectly.” Emmrich’s hand fumbled with his skull pin, but he finally managed to get it off. He handed it to Rook as she pulled off his other boot and placed them neatly by the doorway.  

“Although when you say things like ‘come again’ while on your knees before me I can think of a few more ways to describe you.” The bootleg brew had apparently lessened his inhibitions and Rook snapped her head in his direction. Her pining and flirting with him had only resulted in his flushed cheeks and a quick dismissal, but hope bloomed in her chest that he maybe did feel something more for her. Remembering that he wouldn’t remember what he said in the morning, Rook chose to skirt around what he said. 

“That is so nice of you to say even though I don’t think of myself as any of those things… about the rook I mean, not the… And it’s technically short for “rookie” - the new kid, the one with no strength or stability.” She placed the pin on his bedside table and watched as he unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt. The collar hung open and Rook swallowed as she caught sight of the hollow of his throat. The way the veins in his neck parted to create the shallow dip in his neck made her mouth water. She wanted to glide her tongue across that dip and taste his skin, feel the softness of him in her mouth. Had he been sober she may have reached out and touched him.  

He scoffed at her self-deprecating remark and waved a hand dismissively, “that is utter nonsense, dearest. You are all of those things and so much more. You may have been the rookie to Varric, but you’re the rook to us. To me.”  

He swung his legs around and got into bed properly still fully clothed save for his boots and skull pin. Rook was in a bit of shock at his words that he had expressed with such ease and she wasn’t sure how to respond. She pulled the blankets up and watched as he adjusted and got into a comfortable position.  

“You’re so lovely, Rook. You have such a kind heart and your hair smells like roses.” Emmrich said softly as sleep finally started to take over. Rook smiled and moved the hair that had fallen off his brow. He was warm under her hand and he smiled that soft, lazy grin that made her melt.  

“Goodnight, Emmrich.” She whispered to him, she left the bedchamber and was headed towards the door when she heard him call out back to her.  

“Goodnight, my Rook.”

[almostempty]

wip weekend edition + the most beautiful thing i've ever seen

thank you to @magneticecstasy for tagging me, and for the lovelies who tagged me on the last couple weds @evolnoomym, @itwasntimethatdidit40,

@mermaidgirl30, @thundermartini, @gothcsz

@hoelaris made a divorced dad rock dilf joel (or creed!joel as i'm lovingly referring to him as) mood board and I've not stopped thinking about it for a single moment--it's so incredibly perfect pls enjoy it with me:

this did inspire me to get my shit together and start typing so just for u bb, here is a lil snippet but no real plot spoilers:

additionally, i've been making progress on the belated fucktober fic for @baronessvonglitter <3; here's the tiniest out-of-context peek at Oberyn + What's Love Got to Do with It (I was feeling nervous about writing him, so thank you to @sunshinehaze1 and @auteurdelabre for giving me some really wonderful suggestions-- (un)fortunately the only one that stuck was "SLUT HIM UP" but i hope you still enjoy when it's done heh)

last thing in progress is a lil something for @auteurdelabre, here is a completely out-of-context snip for my own accountability, not telling who the star of the show is heheh

since i've already tagged a million people in my general yapping throughout this post, I'll keep it short:

no presh tags for @lovely-vamp-princess bc i'm excited for cryptid!joel !

and @swankyorange bc i'm still thinkin about jealous joel

[wayrad]

Find the word

i was tagged by @survivedthenight & @onyxsboxes thank you! i decided to mix n match, hehe

All excerpts from my WIP #the wrath of the lamb

my words: set, pink, quite, card

bright:

John hoots, yelling open-mouthed up at the night sky. The moon’s out, not a cloud in sight, washing John’s face in its pale blue. He shines out here. Catches Gale looking, smiles, and he shines even brighter. “Getting sappy on us, Buck?”

pink:

Gale nods quick, fingers pressing him back into the mattress. John lays back like that, spreading his knees, inviting Gale between them. Gale leans back on his hands and spreads his legs, cunt spreading all pink and shiny with slick. His thighs tremble, skin flushed. 

quite:

It isn’t long at all before Gale wakes back up, keening for it. It goes like that, for the rest of the day and most of the next; Gale’s time being split between sleeping, fucking, and little periods of consciousness when they’re able to talk like real human beings. John gets a chance to collect Gale in his arms and hold him the way he never quite could in Thorpe Abbotts. The barrack is falling apart and it’s dark and dirty but it’s theirs, all theirs.

card:

Gale watches his hands on his lap. Worries his cuticles under his nails until they itch and bleed. He thinks, at least he might see a familiar face. Maybe his copilot. Maybe Curt got out after all, and he’s waiting there with a deck of cards and a dimpled grin. Maybe it’ll even be okay. 

your words: blue, play, excite, kiss

no presh tagging: @alienoresimagines @london-cowboy @brotherwtf @soliloquy-dawn @c-goldthorn @blixabargelds

[enjoythesilentworld]

"may never make it out"

thank u June @saynomorefic for starting yet another fun game!! 💜💜💜

Post a 1-5 paragraph excerpt of a WIP / fic idea that may never make it out of your drafts but is near and dear to your heart

this one i started last May and kinda forgot about. Wille didn’t get out of the car fast enough, didn’t run fast enough, and Simon drove away. Every year, Wille returns to that Hillerska road, hoping it will let him go back, or will turn back time, or will lead them back to each other.

At the top of the road, he shut off the engine and got out, standing on the gravel and staring up at the building that harbored memories of such a tumultuous time in his life. In the air, there was a sweet scent from the flowering trees, brought by a fresh breeze blowing in from the lake. Wille blinked away the memories. 

Down the road, there was a dark gray truck, likely the groundskeeper. Though no longer in operation as an elite boarding school, some rich alumni had purchased the property and turned it into a historical landmark. If he wanted to, Wille could’ve gone inside and drove the splinters deeper under his skin, walking the halls alone. 

Rather than do that, he stood and looked and breathed deeply, trying to forgive, but not forget. Eventually, it would scab over and he’d look back on his time here with a sort of distant melancholy, for his dramatic youthfulness and for a great love lost. For now, he tried to loosen his grip, to peel his tense fingers out of the still bleeding wound of it all. 

Because if he didn’t do it now, he never would, startled out of his reverie by a bird’s call, he climbed back into his car With a white knuckle grip, he turned the vehicle around and began slowly driving back down the gravel road. Goodbye, he thought, keeping his eyes locked on the road before him. It was time to move on.

tagsss (no presh) @gulliblelemon @hergrandplan @pagegirlintraining @impossibleknots

[hepaidattention]

my chaotic obx4 part 1 thoughts.... without any order

OBX Spoilers!!!

JJ's name is Jackson............????????? WHATS HIS MIDDLE NAME

jiara is everything. they are my everything. they literally are all we ever wanted. would never complain for more kissing maybe, okay just slightly. like a kiss on the cheek even. but they are perfect. perfection.

ruthie. you don't even have to listen to jj's threats honey. because it's KIARA you should really be scared of. wrong pogue to make an enemy of.

protective jj makes me just.... ugh. he will do ANYTHING crazy and thoughtless and dangerous but if kiara wants to he's gonna be level headed and try to talk her out of it. he's a presh bean

absolutely love Kiara Carrera and absolutely hate her parents. wouldn't expect anything less from our girl, but the fact that her parents said "don't come back unless he's gone" and she said "okay bye then" and never looked back is just. I love her. I love jiara.

the writers really said "lets make jj's mom dead and oh yeah that asshole dad? not his real dad - raised him out of the goodness of his heart, then beat him. yeah but NO no no no noNO no sarah can't be his sister. the fans want that too bad."

the way kiara put up a pillow to make out with JJ (or more *wink*) in the chamber pod thingy *chefs kiss* and the way she and JJ had traded places, of course implying that there was definitely some rolling around going on in there *wink* best part imo (just woulda been better if we had seen them kiss but its fine IM FINE) I'm just a slut for some kiss scenes that's all. I honestly didn't even feel like their dynamic needs it. I just like to see that kissing content

I actually really love the dynamics this season. They have THREE couples in the main group and they've done amazing not making it feel like that, tbh. Though I did get frustrated because I COULD use a little more PDA sometimes, it also (especially for JJ and Kie) makes perfect sense for their characters. Plus, as friends first (and friends for so long), it's nice watching them get to slowly be more comfortable in showing affection beyond closed doors.

I know Rafe is crazy. really I do. but I really want him to become good. I love how this girl has seemed to help that, too. she's a pogue and he doesn't care - like he does but he loves her anyway and it's helped him realize why Sarah did what she did. being a pogue doesn't really change who you are. He also has shown remorse for hating on pogues, like the whole beach scene. I saw someone say they didn't understand the point but I think the point was to show us Rafe and his gf (forgot her name I'm so sorry girly), and show how mad she became, and for Rafe to realize maybe this whole pogue vs kook thing was STUPID and hurtful. It also seems to have to do with Topper development but I kind hate Topper so I don't care about him lolll

still not over the jiara kiss. THEY"VE BEEN TOGETHER FOR ALMOST 2 FUCKING YEARS.

JJ. Babe. I love you. But you have dated that girl for 2 years and have not taken her out on a date???? I know, I get it, you've been very busy building a life. BUT HONEY. tsk tsk. Treat her right, sir.

Absolutely love how soft he gets towards her.

Pope: scolding

JJ: I KNOW MAN I DON'T NEED TO HEAR THIS ALRIGHT??? I DID WHAT I DID AND I DIDN'T DO NOTHING WRONG

JB: argues

JJ: IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT ACTUALLY

Kie: scolds

JJ: you're right baby I'm so sorry I'm just trying to help

the pogues being pogues. this season feels very fanfic in the best ways. like we actually got all of them living together in one house???? all just being best buds and loving one another platonically (and romantically)???? and I'm just. I love it. it's what we all asked for and it was worth the wait (tho the wait has been very very long)

it's the way Sarah and JB put up a seashell to let them know they're busy *wink* and Kiara almost walks in and says it's getting excessive IMPLYING that Sarah and Kie are roommates. which that makes me cackle because now I think JJ and JB are roommates and Kie and Sarah are roommates but JB stays in Sarah's room so much that Kie basically lives in JB and JJs room

cannot get over how solid jiara is. they're just... they're just right. they fit. and now that they've been together for 2 years working crap out, there's no silly early dating drama. it's just JJ being JJ, or Kie being Kie, and they both know each other so well they know there's not a reason to even argue. like JJ didn't even fight Kie on diving because he knew he couldn't fight her. she's too stubborn. just like Kie knows there's no need in getting mad at JJ when he does something wreckless because he does something like all the time. she knows talking to him calmly is the only way to even reach him anyway.

JJ: does something stupid

Sarah: "your bf's doing something stupid again"

Kie: "I know this and I love him."

cannot wait to see how they all get back together, or how Kie and JJ reunite, or how Kie will react to the news, or Rafe will help with this adventure, and how JJ will meet his dad (even though I wish it was Shoupe and not the random evil dude).

Also. They WOULD give JJ a death curse. SMH.

[djarins-cyare]

WIP Wednesday

(…it’s already Thursday for me already… shh 🤫)

Tagged by @burntheedges (this week and last week) and @the-mandawhor1an (the week before that)... sorry I’m tardy!

Here’s a peek at a few paragraphs from near the beginning of part 1 of my current WIP, Never Look Down:

Just as he’s wondering if he can wake the kid and bring him along, the comlink crackles to life. “—know what the stinking stang is wrong with it! Ah, frotz! Hello? Is this thing totally borked?” For a baffling moment, he can’t work out whether he’s shocked or thrilled. She certainly doesn’t use that type of language around the kid, but he’s delighted to hear her voice nonetheless. “Maia!” He interrupts her frustrated confusion as loud as he dares, lest he wake the sleeping child downstairs. “Shiny, hi! It works! What’s up, my metal man? It’s late… is this a booty call?” Once again, Din can’t decide if he’s shocked or thrilled. However, his dick’s instant twitch of interest proves that it, at least, is clearly siding with the latter. Dank farrik, he wishes it were a booty call. “No, Maia, I need—” “Course it’s not!” she interrupts, giggling inanely. “Sorry, that was ridiculous, ignore me. Go on, you were saying?” He takes a deep breath and tries to push past the stab of dismay at her labelling the idea of a booty call as ridiculous. At least she sounds in a happy mood.

This fic was originally supposed to be for @beskarandblasters’ drabble challenge. But, inevitably (because it’s me and at this point who the hell is surprised?), it got FAR too long to be considered a drabble... then FAR too long to even be considered a one-shot anymore. Like, around 12k words too long 🤦🏼‍♀️. So I think it’s kinda disqualified from the challenge 😔. Sorry Kel, I think I’m just too verbose for drabbles!

But I figured I’d finish it anyway if only to push through the writer’s block and finish something at long last. It’s now in two parts and I’m planning to post the first one this weekend, and the second one next weekend.

Hopefully releasing something new will inspire me to finish one of the smuttier one-shots that I’ve been working on 🤞🏻.

No presh, friends 💜:

@ak-vintage @classaysstuff @djarinmuse @djarins-wife @imperatorkhaleesi

@joelalorian @lady-bess @lovelessdagger @meshlasolus @novemberrain-writes

@papurgaatika @prolix-yuy @quicksilvermad @sixhours @whocaresstillthelouvre

[kmackatie]

dearest katie! might I request "pattern" or "shiny" for a March prompt? would love a musicians au continuation or a certain wip (waggles eyebrows) but no presh either way 🥰🥰🥰

my lovely Kat! this is in my mind musicians au verse!

(ask me a March writing prompt)

Essek hears him coming. It wasn't that hard when he had lived here for so long. If it was quiet, he could hear the elevator ding, could hear the shuffle of feet and the rattle of keys, and it didn't take long to learn the pattern of Caleb. Caleb liked to have the keys out before the elevator opened; he's observed this on many occasions, and Essek thinks he would be able to pick the sound of Caleb's keys and keyrings out of a lineup of just different sets of keys. Then, would hitch his bag up as he made his way down the corridor, and depending on the shoes he was wearing, would make a certain sound with the cadence of his walk. It also helped that Frumpkin's head would dart up when he heard the same patterns. Essek is slouched in the armchair next to the couch, legs out in front of him, head resting uncomfortably low to the point of causing a crick in his neck, and his phone is held out dangerously above his face. The slouch got steadily worse across the afternoon, and now at this point, he is one with the chair and moving seems like a monumental effort to go to when he could just stay here. Frumpkin hears him coming too, the alert ears a moment before he leaps off the cat tree near the floor-to-wall windows and he skids across the floor to the door. Caleb's keys rattle in the look, fumbling a moment, before it turns and the door opens. "Ah, hallo Frumpkin. "Essek?" This Caleb calls louder, the sounds of bags being set down on the counter, keys following a moment later, and then the refrigerator door. One, two, three. "In here," he calls out, voice oddly strained from the angle. More sounds, Caleb's jacket coming off and being hung on the chair, the pause as he toes off his shoes, and the slight dance he has to do around a Frumpkin who wants to be picked up. But eventually, he makes it to Essek. Lips press to his forehead, before Caleb chuckles, his breath warm. "This cannot be comfortable." "It isn't." "Why are you sitting like this then, hm?" "I was waiting for you." It's the truth, though Essek could have chosen the actual couch but by the time he had that realisation, it was already too late. "Essek." "I'm making my mother proud." Caleb snorts, before stealing Essek's phone right from his hands quicker than he can react. "You can continue to make her proud later. Come, I have something you'll like."

[steviebeans]

first line game

s/o to @claudthecat

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don't be shy and share anyway!

i have not written ten fics but here's the first lines from what i've got, current WIPS included:

UNDER THE NIGHT SKY

There’s a letter hidden in a box, concealed and warded with magic learned from the same boy who wrote it.

THIS WORLD IS NOT MADE FOR YOU

"Promise me you'll stay out of the forest."

THE HOTEL AT THE TOP OF THE HILL

Regulus Black had known there was something distinctly wrong with him for a long, long time. 

ACROSS THE RIVER

Calling Maine “Vacationland” never made sense to Regulus Black.

UNTITLED WIP #1

It was supposed to be different this time, but we’ve been here before.

UNTITLED WIP #2

The Atrium should be mercifully, blessedly empty - it’s well past midnight, a strategic move on James’ part, staying late to avoid the after-work chatter.

UNTITLED WIP #3

"On your knees."

no presh tags @interstellar-jay @anotheronebites-the-dust @ixekizumab

[barbwillbrb]

OC Smash or Pass 🔥

Got tagged in this a couple times (thank you @commander-krios and @kimberbohwrites ❤️) and finally got a moment to fill this out. :3 Let’s do this thing.

First, no presh tags (sorry if you’ve been tagged multiple times!):

@ladyofcrowsandcoffee @matchabunbun @lemonsrosesandlavender @savriea @reverieblondie @redroomroaving @faerunsbest

Bringing out the bug guns for this— my boy Rackal Orro (I suck at taking screenshots and need to redo his BG3 run but have some art and a pic I took with my phone. Also see “tav: rackal” tag for more info/art with him).

Quick facts:

Half-drow (drow father, human barbarian mom; all of the height/strength comes from her)

Has a twin sister, Clairice

Oath of Devotion turned Oathbreaker (happens during game, but he’s been struggling with rules vs. justice/virtue for a while and beginning to think his oath is getting in the way of doing the right thing)

Former Flaming Fist; been freelance adventurer for the past five years after being discharged

Age: 52

Height: 6’11”; over 7’ in armor.

Sexuality: panromantic demisexual

Pronouns/sex: He/him, AMAB

Pros:

While rough around the edges and prone to impulsive decisions, Rackal has a heart of gold and ultimately wants to do the right thing. He has a very strong sense of justice, and protects the innocent/weak. Similarly, he will fight tooth and nail for his friends/loved ones.

Will fight in your honor/lay someone out if they cross a line.

Very observant/insightful with a good memory, Rackal is quick to see if something is wrong with a companion, but also has the sense to read their language/figure out what they want/need. Big caretaker energy; he looks after his people.

He is the quieter of the two siblings, but he always means what he says. He’s a terrible liar.

He has a soft spot for animals, especially dogs. Living in the city, he and his sister couldn’t have a dog— Scratch is the glue holding his sanity together in Act 1.

Very, very strong and will be insulted if you think he can’t carry you (will also prove you wrong).

He loves very deeply, both platonically and romantically; once you have a place in his heart you will never leave it.

He is an eager-to-please soldier who knows how to follow an order, has self-worth issues, and is desperate to prove himself worthy again. You will have many orgasms.

Similarly, he is observant and will read you like a book in the bedroom.

Has a tongue and dick piercing.

Cons

Prone to impulsive, reckless decisions— especially if the only allied party that could come to harm is himself. He’s not one to risk other’s wellbeing, but is more than willing to hurl himself into the fray. He has more than one close calls before his companions try to get to the root of this behavior (survivor’s guilt/suicidal tendencies).

The braincell goes out the goddamn window when he’s with his twin. He definitely licked the spider because she dared him to and he was not about to let her hold that over him.

Unfortunately because SOMEONE (*glares at Emp*) thought it was a brilliant idea to disguise themselves as Rackal’s dead lover, any romance with him will he a slower burn as he is getting jump scared by a ghost in his dreams/waking moments. If you’ve been a good friend/companion to him, you’d be able to start breaking down his walls after Emp’s reveals his identity.

Unfortunately, he is also very bad at communicating his own wants; if/when he starts to develop feelings for you, he’s going to keep them very close to himself out of 1) concern that he is imposing and 2) fear of rejection. He will wrestle with his feelings and whether to address them, especially with the chaos surrounding you. However, his behavior/actions will likely betray his feelings— always keeping an eye out for you, making space for you, remembering things about you, etc. If he starts collecting things/bringing items back to camp that he thought you might find interesting, he is GONE. Smitten.

The twins are determined to get their friends their happy endings; as such, Rackal goes to Avernus with Wyll and Karlach. He will come back and will wait for you if you’ll have him still, but he needs to do this for his friends.

Being with him means dealing with Clairice as well. This can be either a pro or con.

Know that if romanced and on a mission with him, he will do whatever he can to protect you. This means being potentially involved in one of his hare-brained, last minute gtfo escape plans. If he says “do you trust me,” this is not a question but a warning that something very dumb is about to happen and it’s gonna require 1) Featherfall, 2) a broken window, and 3) a “watch this!” directed at the Gods.

In order to ride this ride, some form of connection/feeling has to be there; Rackal is not really one for one-night-stands with strangers. He could be convinced into something casual with a very close, trusted friend, but honestly he will develop feelings on his end (would keep them likely to himself, tho, unless there is a chance they could be reciprocated).

Anyhoot, you guys know what to do! Smash (or other if smashing is n/a for you due to sexuality but you still wanna hang or something) or pass, Rackal Edition!

[deanwax]

Writer Interview

Cheers for the tags, @autism-purgatory and @the-golden-comet <3

no-presh tag to @dyrewrites and @winterandwords, lets gooo

About Me

When did you first start writing?

I would've cut my teeth in the Neopets roleplay forums around age 11-12, likely didn't start writing standalone fics until age 18-19.

Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?

Not really, but also: I'll read literally anything if it's presented as a graphic novel. It's been a useful way to discover new things, and historical graphic novels have been a gateway drug to documentaries and video essays.

Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you’re often compared?

I don't really concern myself with emulation these days, but way back I tried to style a novel heavily on the works of Poppy Z Brite. I was too green to understand how to give a gothic horror a point, and "Wailing" fizzled out with not much more than wallowing in edgy misery. I've still never been able to salvage the plot or characters to this day.

Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)? (Room, coffee shop, desk, etc.)

In order of frequency: lying on my stomach in bed with a heat pack, at my computer desk, hunched up in the corner of a train, being weirdly intense in the bar of a local theatre. So yeah, I do a lot of writing on my phone.

What’s your most effective way to muster up some muse?

I'm actually in the middle of reckoning with my own limitations caused by a chronic pain condition, so I'm more in the camp of "let the muse come to you". I try to check in often, I'd only to smash out a few more notes or paste in some research.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

No, except Sucks Down Under which is literally set in early 2000s Australiana. For the most part I'm making stuff up freestyle.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

I didn't think there'd be so much symbolic cannibalism when I started out, but here we are.

My Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? (Current WIP, past WIP, never used, etc.)

Man. Adam "Flicker" Prescott from Wailing was the OG, man. He was supremely socially awkward and couldn't stick up for himself against his trans friend who was too angry about gender to see how cruel they were being. He could see ghosts. Eventually he got separated from his body entirely and became a spirit trapped in the mind of the vampire who killed him. He deserved better.

Which of your characters do you think you’d be friends with in real life?

Flicker could live in the back of my mind if he wanted. I guess he does.

Which of your characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

Setting aside outright villains, I actually would start to avoid Alistair from Impressions of Aire for long stretches of time if I knew him IRL. He's way too socially outgoing, man. That's not my speed. Small doses only.

Tell me about the process of coming up with of one, all, or any of your characters.

The speed at which I can come up with these dudes is too fast to clearly separate the process onto steps. It helps to have a prompt to get the bones down, like a genre or an event that will happen in the story. Then: nyeeeooowwww.

Do you notice any recurring themes/traits among your characters?

Autism.

What’s your reason for writing?

Also autism. Yes, yes, the joy of creation. But also: I am putting the characters through The Situations with wildly different parameters.

Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

Babe, I write original fiction. Any kind of comment at all is a joyous rarity.

How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work? (For example: as a literary genius, or as a writer who “gets” the human condition; as a talented worldbuilder, as a role model, etc.)

A trickster.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Grounding the actions of the story in some kind of reason, or at least a process that can be observed if not clearly understood.

What have you been frequently told your greatest writing strength is by others?

Knack for words.

How do you feel about your own writing? (Answer in whatever way you interpret this question.)

I have loved everything I have ever written.

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

Yes, so I could read it later.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? If it’s a mix of the two, which holds the most influence?

Any story where I've tried to inject content that would make it popular has hit wall until I've allowed myself to rework it to be as weird as I truly want it to be.