#the worb

[kaitoushootingstar]

Stupid idiot gets a forehead kissie

[cutecumber-water]

I am no longer calling lists “To-Do”

They are now “Side Quests.”

I am on an adventure, upgrading my skills as I age tyvm. And if I have stuff to do I might as well make it fun m.

[mooshkat]

starting thinking abt buck with nipple piercings and how tommy might feel abt them and uhh wrote a lil tiny smth.

“What happened here?” Tommy asks one night, as his thumb rubs circles over Buck's left nipple. He's lying between Buck's legs as they lay in bed together, trailing his fingers over the scars and tattoos spread across his body.

How his boyfriend still has the energy to do anything but lie there with him after the fucking they did, Buck doesn't know. He swears his brain melted and leaked out of his ears after Tommy got determined to give him a second orgasm before he was finished coming down from the first.

“What?” he tries to ask, lifting his head up to see what the man is talking about. Tommy's gaze is fixated on Buck's nipples, and he looks ready to lean in and bite them. It makes Buck shiver as he remembers the last time Tommy got fixated on them, pinching and rolling them between his fingers until Buck's cock was practically weeping. He feels a phantom ache from that night hit him and swallows back a whimper.

After shaking away that train of thought, it takes him a few seconds to piece together what Tommy is seeing, looking at them that closely for the first time.

“Oh, the scars? I used to have my nipples pierced back in college. It was a dare from some of the sorority girls I was hanging around,” Buck tells him, and he has to bite back a smirk at the way Tommy's breath hitches and his eyes darken. “I actually kept them for a while too, but I had to take them out for SEAL training and I just never got them redone. Which worked out, I guess, since we can't have them as firefighters either.”

Tommy hasn't looked away from them yet. “Do you…” he has to clear his throat before talking again, “do you have pictures of when you had them?” There's pink high on his cheeks from how flustered the thought makes him.

Buck laughs and can't help but to reach out and touch Tommy, running his fingers through his hair. “Maybe? I'd have to dig through my phone, and maybe even ask Maddie. Why? Does the idea of me with piercings turn you on?”

A different thought hits him and he hums, curling his fingers into a fist, still gripping Tommy's hair. It makes the older man moan and lean into the feeling. “Or is it the idea of younger, fratboy me with piercings that makes you all hot and bothered?”

The blush on Tommy's face gets even redder. “Evan,” he says, voice almost strangled.

Buck eases up on his grip and lets it go. For now. “Alright, alright. I won't tease anymore.”

Three days later, Tommy gets a text from Buck while he's at work, with a photo attached.

Finally found one! Here you go babe (;

The picture is of Buck, years younger and far more lean than the beefy man he is today, shirtless with a backwards baseball cap on his head. Bright, silver barbells pierce through both of his nipples.

Tommy nearly drops his phone as soon as he sees it, and has to go take care of himself in the bathroom before he can think clearly enough to text him back.

Just you wait until I get home, Evan.

[v0mitbeetle]

In another realm the Watt worb (Wabb) would be real

[theothermorganh]

No one knows how he keeps getting up there.

[wulfthedollmaker]

The worbs…

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

something about how both brothers just want their family back - no matter how they have to *do that*, they want them back and *there.* something about how both brothers just want to be loved - just want someone to *love them* like they *are* (and not like the person people want them to be.) something about how Rae has people who will give him that love; something about how Icarus *doesn't.* something about how Rae wants to be able to give Icarus that kind of love - wants Icarus to *live long enough* for them to be able to experience that kind of love so wholly and completely. (something about how Icarus doesn't think they're deserving of that kind of love. something about how Icarus *doesn't think* Rae wants to give them that kind of love - not after everything they've done. something about how Rae *knows that* and still tries his hardest. something about how Rae isn't just going to let Icarus give up on *themself* - give up on the good person they can be, the good person he *remembers* them being. something about how despite everything, he's still going to call them his brother. even if they don't think they're deserving of that title - not anymore.)

[starving-mimi]

Not a request but needed to let you know I showed my fiancee your doodle of Wilson eating grass while in call with him he looked over from what he was doing and just saw the world's most pathetic man at his lowest/j

I bet your fiancee doesn't know who died for his sins

[the-resident-gay]

this is an @sage-is-in-fact-very-tired appreciation post

every post of theirs pops off beyond my comprehension

i open the icarus morningstar tag to be assaulted/pos by their latest angsty prose containing such banger lines as "You were a kid once. Bright-eyed as you watched your mother bake, and dull as you hovered in your father's shadow."

i open the prison duo tag to find chaos regarding how gay prison duo is and how they definitely kissed about it

do you have emotions? go read sage's icarus angst posts and cry about them because their words are just that good

i eagerly await reading sage's words regarding the icarus playlist and i will be sat to read the whole thing in one sitting, even if i am a month late to the party because i was off the grid when it was originally released

sage you are a gift and i hope you know that

[charzboi]

when @tastydoge got a worb

[pissed-whizard]

[mooshkat]

let me try it on for you

Buck finds a surprising photo of Tommy from when he was younger that leads to fun, new explorations.

explicit | 5.6k words | with paired art from @bigfootsmom, check it out! | part of the @911actions gotcha for gaza fundraiser, prompted by @hatamighijyab !

Buck didn't mean to go snooping through Tommy's personal things while he moved in.

Really, he didn't!

The wooden box had almost been knocked off when Buck set his bag on top of Tommy's—their dresser, though, and he instinctively reached out and caught it. It looked so worn and the hinges didn't even squeak when he lifted the lid before he could think about it, as if it'd been opened and closed a million times.

It’s a box of mementos; the Medal of Valor that Tommy had been awarded sits on the top of the pile, and Buck feels his cheeks warm, remembering the way they'd celebrated together after the ceremony. The medal had swung in his face as Tommy had leaned over him, hips snapping as he’d fucked Buck into the mattress.

Underneath the medal are Tommy's dog tags, and Buck can't help but run his thumb across the engraved letters of Thomas Kinard as he pulls them out and places them next to the medal.

The most interesting thing in the box is the stack of photos he finds at the bottom. Buck pulls them out and sets the box aside so that he can flip through them.

A photo of Tommy in his fatigues, with what Buck is assuming is his old troop.

A photo of Tommy with his arm around a woman he faintly recognizes from other pictures he's seen, both of them in graduation caps. He can't tell if it's high school or college, but he looks young.

A photo of Tommy when he was younger; most likely before the army as he's leaner than Buck has ever seen him, not nearly as bulked up as he is now with muscle mass. He's shirtless in the photo, shoulders curled inwards as he lights the cigarette held between his lips. His pants were hanging low on his hips, and…fuck, are those panties?

continue reading on ao3 !

[feuxx]

Drabble (100 words) written for @merlinmicrofic | prompt: "your turn" | pre-slash merlin/arthur

FIRST BLOW

The night was not going as the current youngest Grandmaster of chess, Pendragon, thought it would. He had heard rumours of some upcoming virtuso with sharp wits and a keen mind, but was now forced to reckon with the complacency in his reign when confronted by those penetrating eyes and that exceptional intellect.

He played one of his usual openings, wanting to gauge how this newcomer measured up. Quickly, he found himself squeezed between his now-useless pieces, paralyzed by his own clumsy saves. Emrys eyed him, and drove in the nail with that fascinating mouth of his:

"Your turn, Pendragon."

[theothermorganh]

Worb wants all of the dangerous chemicals to experiment with...

Worb NOOO!!! He was lured by cookies onto CK! Maxwells plate.

My apologies about the first one being blurry, it is quite small.

[wulfthedollmaker]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WORB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

something about Icarus forcing people to take the fall with them. something about how if they can't be *good* to everyone else - they're going to do everything in their power to be good to *fable.* something about how that means forcing people to fall with you - forcing people into corners just like you yourself are trapped in, making them bare and gnash their teeth like you are, making them bite at the hand that tries to feed them. something about how that means killing and hurting and staining your hands so darkly with blood, because that's what *fable* sees as good and useful. something about how escaping that near endless loop feels impossible at the best of times. (and how they so desperately want to escape it but *cant.*)