#wips and little snippets posted here

[megthemariner]

the wildest thing about the fanfic ai drama is like, I remember when gen ai ‘art’ first started being used/posted. Pretty much every artist community I was apart of - tumblr, large discord servers, instagram, my friends in real life - was concerned, especially since being accused of using ai could interfere with a lot of their livelihoods at the time.

without fail, artists started keeping wip files, timelapses, screenshots of messages where they’d asked for feedback on a wip, etc. A lot of artists started posting wips alongside final pieces, including myself (on my now-deleted instagram, mostly) as a way to alleviate any anxiety/prevent any doubts that a human created it.

and this was in 2021-2022.

so I will never understand how, in this godforsaken year of 2025, someone would try to use the excuse of not having kept any proof of their fic as they wrote it. People have seen the art community go through this for years, in fandom and professional spaces, and know that the first thing recommended to any creator was literally ‘keep proof as you work’.

[lacecap]

something about this seems familiar to you

[itwoodbeprefect]

i was tagged by @star-pacifist (<3³), who is of course NOT the person who has been tagging me in other things but an entirely different tumblr user. don't worry about it.

rules: tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share an excerpt from your WIPs that start with that letter.

the word i was handed is DOGS! 🐶🐶

D

the first lines of an angsty bad buddy character study thing in second person, called The 5 Stages of Greed:

1. Denial He’s back. No – you’re back. But he’s back too: back in the bedroom right across from yours, back in the disapproving lines on your mother’s face, back in your thoughts, back in your life, back in that hidden soft little spot in your heart where he fits so well.

O

portion of a fic in reference to the canonical "cok long" neon sign on peaceful property:

“Oh, I don’t-” Kan tries. Pangpang merrily barrels on. “Like, for example it could turn into-” Sadly, the world will never know how Pangpang would have finished that sentence, because Kan’s hand closes firmly over her mouth, and she makes a surprised noise instead. It leaves Home with serious questions. “But how would you do that? What kind of sign would say vagina when it breaks?” Even allowing for some creative English spelling and grammar, that’s a pretty tall order. There’s some mumbled suggestion from Pangpang, but what she’s saying only becomes intelligible for a second, when she wrangles Kan’s hand away before Kan slings her other arm around her and covers her mouth again. “Pussy!” reverberates through the room.

G

from a starsky and hutch fic that's set just before the tag scene of the kira episode, in which they're putting their heads together to write a script on how to confront her:

“Good,” he says, distractedly. “Yeah,” Starsky adds, vaguely. “Uh huh.” “Right.”  “Okay.” “Nice.” Hutch is all out of noncommittal affirmatives, so he tries something else. “Huggy isn’t here right now.” There’s something connected to that, something it could lead to. He finds it after a moment of distraction caused by how full of anticipation Starsky looks. “We could practice, just in case.” There’s something that’s not quite hope in the quick twitch of the corner of Starsky’s mouth – something a step beyond it. Trust, maybe. “Hey, that’s a thought. You never know what might come up.”

S

from a fic which, if it ever gets finished, will be a single scene of pure silly fluff, written for the best tv series i've ever seen about a zoo penguin who gets turned into a human high schooler (the fic is tentatively called "How to break the ice if you love a penguin"):

“Sun is looking at penguins.” “I’m not.” He really isn’t. He’s looking at things penguins might like, which is entirely different. There’s only one penguin he wants to look at, and he’s not on the computer.

as a bonus, the topically relevant (assuming the topic is DOGS) current first words of a the heart killers fic that doesn't have an opening line yet:

“You’re the knife, I’m the fork. One’s no good without the other.” There’s a lot he could do with just a knife, but he’s not telling Style that. A fork can deliver a mean jab, too. “Maybe one day we’ll adopt a little spoon,” Style continues, dreamy. It’s hard to tell if he’s joking or serious, but that’s par for the course with him. “What’s a spoon?” Fadel asks, and then he hears himself, and makes the conscious decision not to worry about the kinds of words Style has him putting together. “Do you want a puppy or a child?” “I think both would be cute. They could play with each other. I could teach him about cars.” “The dog?” “You’re a dog.”

i'll pass on WORD as my word, and i'll send some no pressure invites to play: @redgoldblue @wereflamingo-in-thai-dramaland @actingcamplibrarian @luredin @spaceradars @girlonastring, and anyone else who writes anything, ever. doesn't have to be fic! could be original fiction. could be your thesis. could be your shopping list. go wild.

[morganaseren]

Saoibh "Rook" Cousland

BASICS

Fandom: Dragon Age

Name: Saoibh (pronounced "Sive"; like the number "five" but with a "S" in front of it) Cousland

Nickname(s):

Rook - headcanoned as being given to her specifically by her mother Leliana, Left Hand of the Divine and Inquisition Spymaster (or simply Empress Celene's feared Nightingale of the Imperial Court in the Werewolf/Vampire AU). Saoibh serves as her mother's eyes and ears when abroad—the Rook to Leliana's Queen essentially.

Trouble - given to her by Neve obviously

Any variant of Pup or Puppy - these see more use by the members of her family, especially those of the Mac Eanraig clan

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Occupation and/or Titles: Canonically, she's the laidback but eccentric leader of the Veilguard, but Saoibh's also one of the Lords of Fortune in any verse she's in.

The adventurous escapades they get up to would honestly fit in so well with her wild personality. Plus, all that seafaring would go well with her background, especially with the Mac Eanraig blood she's got flowing through her.

In the Werewolf/Vampire AU though, she's the partner in crime to Neve Gallus, a centuries-old vampire and longtime secret leader to one of Minrathous' most infamous crime syndicates: the Threads.

Birthday & Age: She was born on the 7th of Kingsway in 9:32 Dragon, so she's 19-20 years old by the time the events of Veilguard happens. She's definitely on the younger end of Rooks since she was conceived just before the endgame of Origins.

In any of her AUs though, she's in her very early to mid twenties.

Physical Description: Although the height gene escaped both her parents (who aren't too terribly short to be fair 😂), Saoibh regained it during her generation. She stands taller than most Fereldan women at an impressive 6'2" (188cm), which is perhaps the one trait people can note of her from a distance.

Within arm's reach though, most would likely see that she bears an almost uncanny resemblance to Leliana with her general facial structure, the glacial blue color of her eyes, and her freckles. Granted, Saoibh has more of a sea of freckles—which actually extends out to the rest of her body—than her mother does. 😂 She also inherited the Couslands' dark-haired good looks, courtesy of Niamh, but the little braid she typically fashions on the left side of her head is an homage to Leliana.

Saoibh sports broad shoulders, and due to training with both bow and daggers as well as tracking prey/targets over long distances, she has the muscles to show for it. On her right arm and left leg, she has tattoos done in bold, black ink to show her allegiance to the Lords of Fortune.

Clothing Style: Saoibh grew up along the sea though. As such, she spent most of her formative years learning her way around a ship with her Great Aunt Eithne, so her casual wear tends to lean more toward anything that allows her skin to cool off efficiently beneath the scorching rays of the sun. This doesn't really change too much in colder weather either although she switches out the lighter cloth materials with more leather, which can be seen in the images above.

When it comes to armor, however, she wears an actual chestplate and more layers in either the form of cloth or leather—or any combination thereof—in order to better deflect blades and incoming projectiles. As a rogue, her armor is typically enchanted against magical attacks. Headcanonically, as a Lord of Fortune, Saoibh also wears a number of golden rings on her fingers in her normal casual wear that offer the same effect.

Overall, Saoibh keeps to the same color palette of black and silver that Niamh does; it's Saoibh's own way of honoring her since she doesn't possess magic. However, it should be noted that she starts incorporating certain accent colors and Tevinter-style motifs into her wardrobe to better match with a certain ice mage... 😏 In turn, Dock Town's Darling starts wearing Saoibh's signature colors. 😉

COMBAT & SKILLS

Class: Rogue

Specialization: Saboteur

Preferred Fighting Style: Saoibh introduces absolute chaos onto any battlefield she steps upon. There's no moment where she's not moving because her goal is always to close the distance between her and her target. Close quarters combat is where she absolutely thrives.

Like her mother, she's every bit a trickster, so beyond her usual array of daggers and arrows, Saoibh also equips explosive knives, flasks of either poison or lightning, and turrets. As such, her enemies never know a moment's peace so long as she's there with them.

Special Skills: Saoibh's something of a mad genius when it comes to alchemical mixtures and traps. A warrior's using a shield to try and block her blades and arrows? Well, her explosive knives have a substance on their tips that allow them to stick on any surface! She's about to be surrounded 20 to 1? No problem! Watch her throw a flask to the floor imbued with actual lightning that electrifies her body (headcanon: her enchanted armor and rings allow her to do this unscathed) and that of everyone else around her as she moves in and around the crowd to dispatch them with her blades. Saoibh's fighting in too open a room without any chokepoints? She can deploy a portable turret that will help her reduce the amount of enemies around her!

Don't even get me started on the canonical ultimate the Saboteur specialization has. Who in their right mind gave Saoibh access to an actual mini cannon? 😂 (Headcanon: it was The Iron Bull. He probably told a wide-eyed, young Saoibh about gaatlok, and she took the idea and ran with it when she got older. 😏 )

RELATIONSHIPS

Family: She's part of the newest generation of Couslands alongside her half-brother Kieran. They're very close to Niamh's siblings, which includes Uncle Fergus, who is the Teyrn of Highever, and their Aunt Saoirse, who is the Warden-Commander of Ferelden.

Saoibh loves her mother Leliana dearly. Unfortunately, due to the nature of her profession, Leliana had a growing number of enemies by the time Saoibh reached schooling age. Out of an abundance of caution, Leliana sent Saoibh to live with Morrigan and Kieran in Orlais when the other woman had been named Empress Celene's Arcane Advisor. Leliana would discretely send her letters and care packages through her agents, but Saoibh would stay under Morrigan's care until she could be reunited with her mother during the events of Inquisition.

Along that same vein, Saoibh holds a great amount of love and respect toward her sire as well. However, Niamh's role as Ferelden's Constable of the Grey meant her duties to the Wardens would occasionally pull her away. Whether Saoibh was in Amaranthine or Orlais, Niamh would always find a way to visit—often with gifts to spoil her and Kieran. By 9:40 Dragon though, Niamh's gone off in search of a cure for the Calling.

Although her immediate family dynamics are a bit unconventional thanks to the Dark Ritual, Saoibh absolutely adores Morrigan as well, who she views as another mother. When Leliana sent her off to live with Morrigan in Orlais, Saoibh hadn't offered any form of complaint. She honestly thinks Morrigan's ability to use arcane magic—something so different from what her sire is capable of—and shapeshift are amazing.

Saoibh also has a lot of relatives in the form of extended family though.

From the moment she was born, the Mac Eanraig clan—particularly her Great Aunt Eithne—always made her feel welcome. Following the end of Inquisition, Morrigan and Leliana relocated the children to Amaranthine permanently. As a result, Saoibh learned a lot of seafaring skills from her Great Aunt, which she'd hone on her own in addition to her training as a rogue during her teenage years. Such a unique skillset would catch the eyes of the Lords of Fortune, who would later recruit her as an adult.

Love Interest: Her lover is honestly a woman whom needs no introduction, but let's just say it was practically love at first sight when she laid eyes on Neve Gallus. 😍

Saoibh was still running high on adrenaline on the trek over to Dumat Plaza, but as she turned the corner to see the immense, icy dome covering the area in its entirety, she couldn't help but be filled with awe. When it came to elemental magic, she'd only ever seen power and control of that magnitude from her sire before.

She reached out to touch the dome, but before her fingertips could even graze its cool surface, it simply... fell away. With great shifts and cracks, the icy structure slowly dispersed in a soft veil of snow, revealing a single woman at its center: utterly beautiful, quietly confident, and oh so calm and deadly as she casually took a drag from her pipe as several Venatori laid in various states of frozen decay around her.

Saoibh had never been more aroused in her life than she had in that moment, and who could possibly blame her? 🥰

Best Friends:

Bellara - There's an excitable enthusiasm about her that laces itself into nearly every conversation Saoibh has with her. It's a feeling that she can easily relate to, given how often she gets lost in her alchemical projects or brainstorms new trap ideas. They tinker about with their various gadgets together—sometimes in companionable silence and sometimes not as they eagerly bounce ideas off each other—in either Bellara's workshop or Saoibh's room. Given that Neve likens Bellara to a sister, she's constantly exasperated by all the antics these two inevitably get up to.

Davrin - No one's quite as adept as getting Saoibh to relax quite like him. Their adventures often take place out in nature and typically don't involve much other than gathering more gingerwort truffles for Assan or just observing wildlife from afar. Still, these little excursions are always a helpful reminder for Saoibh to take such moments of time to herself and savor them for all they're worth. Life and their respective duties take away enough from them as it is.

Taash - Saoibh's absolute "Ride or Die" companion. Due to them both being Lords of Fortune, Taash likely got to experience her being a "big, dumb puppy" every time a dragon distraction/hunt came around. Given the treasure hauls for such excursions were extremely profitable, Saoibh became very competent with such tasks once she learned to tone down the overexcited behavior and focus. And even Taash would begrudgingly admit that the rogue's multitudes of tricks and traps were useful in distracting such large targets. As such, Saoibh is always the first person that Taash would ever willingly choose to come along with them on anything dragon-related. Their friendship only grew from there. While Taash is admittedly more blunt—and can even come off as an absolute arse at times—Saoibh can appreciate how straightforward they are. She can always trust they won't lie to her even when the truth hurts. She also knows they'll always have her back even in the most impossible of circumstances.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: She tries not to take life too seriously, so she's very playful and mischievous. She's also very compassionate though, so she never hesitates to go out of her way to help someone in need, especially if children are involved. Saoibh's also ridiculously charming, so she's quite talented in getting people to open up to her even if it involves making herself look like a fool at times.

Negative Traits: She has a strong tendency to act first and think later, which makes her highly impulsive. Can a situation be solved by applying a bit more stealth and diplomacy? Sure! When lives are on the line though, you can bet she's always going to find the quickest path between points A and B. Apologies can always be made later if a situation goes completely sideways due to her last second plans—provided they all survive later of course... 😅

Likes: Cooking (although it's limited to seafood dishes thanks to her upbringing and later profession), tinkering, sketching, fishing

Dislikes: Condescension, discriminatory behavior, arrogant authority figures

Fears: Given that her parents were veterans of the Blight, it can be difficult not to feel like she has an important legacy to uphold in regards to them. She doesn't want to be seen as a disappointment or a failure to them.

Guilty Pleasure: Like her parents, she greatly enjoys sweets, but she has a strong preference for chocolates. Although it can be seen as unbecoming of a leader, she also loves sleeping in whenever she can.

Hobbies: She loves working with her hands. If she's not working on alchemical mixtures or one of her various gadgets, Saoibh's usually in the middle of some type of carpentry project. Working on a ship in either the Mac Eanraig fleet or the Lords of Fortune got her used to making repairs or just making things in general. For instance, if she notices the Lighthouse's kitchen lacks proper storage, then she goes about building new cabinets and shelves. If there's a door that just doesn't close right, then she's there on the job. If she thinks any of her companions could benefit from some type of furniture (chair, desk, bed, etc.), then that becomes her focus during any free time she has.

BACKGROUND

To expand on the last section on this particular AU, Saoibh was born from an unintended side effect of the Dark Ritual. 😅

Niamh was the Warden who agreed to participate in it, but due to the fact that she and Morrigan were both women, the other mage had to use a variety of other spells to compensate for that and ensure conception. Since the spells used on Niamh had still been active when Leliana approached her not long after the ritual was completed, this also resulted in the bard becoming pregnant with Saoibh.

Were it not due to the constant morning sickness some months after the Archdemon's defeat, Leliana likely would it thought it to be just simple illness. It wasn't until the wizened apothecary at Vigil's Keep subtly mentioned she should seek out the expertise of a midwife—patting her hand gently with a toothless, congratulatory grin—that shocking realization finally dawned on her.

Niamh had been equally surprised when Leliana broke the news to her. Then, when Leliana absently mentioned how far along in her pregnancy she was, she saw how the other woman was unconsciously piecing a timeline together—ever discontent to leave a mystery unsolved—which was evident in how that gaze clouded over in thought.

And then those silvery eyes blinked.

Twice.

Thrice.

And then they widened almost comically as Niamh and her both came to the same conclusion:

The Dark Ritual.

Saoibh was born just a little over a month after the events of Awakening. Her birth came a tad early, likely as a result of the stress Leliana endured during the darkspawn siege upon Amaranthine, where she'd been staying as an honored guest of Eithne Mac Eanraig—Niamh's aunt, head of the Mac Eanraig clan, and Arlessa to the city.

Despite arriving into the world prematurely, Saoibh proved to be as much of a survivor as her parents. Within a year, Saoibh had grown to a healthy weight and had reached developmental milestones to any baby of the same age.

Around that same time, Niamh managed to find Morrigan and convince her to take their son and come back with her to Amaranthine. While she never doubted Morrigan's abilities to keep herself and Kieran safe, the events surrounding The Architect and The Mother had left Niamh greatly unnerved. While both Amaranthine and Vigil's Keep had both survived the darkspawn onslaught, that either location were still standing at all had been a very near thing in the end. She didn't wish to have Morrigan endure any similar attack alone.

It was only when Morrigan saw how earnest Niamh was regarding her and their son's safety that she finally relented—much to the delight of Aunt Eithne upon their return.

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"You're... taking this all rather well," Niamh said, some measure of confusion creeping its way across her features with that admission, as she watched her aunt gently bounce Kieran in her arms. "Even Saoirse was flabbergasted when I originally told her about this."

-----BONUS SCENE-----

Saoirse sat heavily at the table as she stared at Niamh with an odd expression of dumbfounded queasiness. Her jaw worked itself uselessly for several moments before she slumped forward, tangling her hands in her hair, as she struggled over the fact that her baby sister had essentially fathered a child with not one but two women.

"I LEFT YOU ALONE FOR ONE NIGHT!" she bellowed with utter bewilderment.

As Niamh stared in concern over her older sister's increasingly disheveled state, the two women behind her seemed more amused by the Warden-Commander's current disposition.

"'Tis true."

"One night was all she needed," Leliana added with a giggle.

-----END BONUS SCENE-----

Niamh came out of the memory with a grunt when her Aunt Eithne placed a large hand over her head to pat it placatingly. The older woman's laughter was akin to a deep rumble of thunder.

"I really don't question half the things you're capable of anymore, Pup!"

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Due to them being conceived on the same night, everyone in the family referred to both Saoibh and Kieran as twins.

As they both grew up, however, it was clear their personalities were as different as night and day. Saoibh was far more extroverted and preferred to be outdoors or along the water while her Great Aunt Eithne taught her everything about the sea. Such knowledge would eventually lead her to become a rogue with the Lords of Fortune. Kieran, on the other hand, preferred the quiet solitude of libraries. He held a great fascination for the knowledge that could be found inside the collection of tomes at Vigil's Keep and could often be found around Velanna, wanting to learn more of her stories about the Dalish. His studies would lead him to become one of the Spellblade mages within the Veil Jumpers.

[fiona-fififi]

Make me write game 💕💕💕

☺️

💕 Post vow renewal

Okay, so technically this is well over 9 sentences, but I do believe I only actually added about 12 (maybe a little more). Several parts of this section were already written, but I added in multiple spots to link pieces together and flesh out the scene, so I figured I'd offer the whole thing. I have not proofread it, though, so please forgive any awkwardness or typos because I'm sure there are plenty.

And then Buck's reaching, but Eddie's pulling away, shifting himself up and off of Buck's body, off of the bed, and Buck feels himself panic, a quiet plea of Eddie's name pulled from his lungs before he can stop it. But Eddie's there, still so close as his careful fingers strip away the last of Buck's own clothes, discarding them in some haphazard pile beside the bed as he murmurs gentle reassurances that have Buck sinking back into the mattress beneath him as Eddie works. 

When Eddie finally, finally manages to strip them both down, Buck is lost, all thought swept away at the sight of Eddie bare before him. Before Eddie can find his way back, Buck is reaching for him, gentle fingers tracing soft skin that stretches over hard muscle, dipping into the divots of Eddie's abs before tickling back over his hips as Eddie crawls back up over him. Buck sighs into the feel of Eddie's lips trailing kisses back up to his mouth, whines softly at the feel of Eddie's skin against his own as Eddie blankets him once more, not a breath of space left between them once Eddie settles back in above him, petting gently through Buck's hair as he presses delicate kisses over the sensitive skin of Buck's face. For long moments, Buck lets Eddie play, gives him all the access he needs to explore, but when Eddie's mouth tickles over a particularly sensitive spot beneath Buck's eyelids, he can't help the way a quiet giggle bubbles out of him. It should be embarrassing—should leave him shying away—but he's not, can only smile bright and content, as Eddie shifts back just the tiniest bit, just enough to let his eyes trail over Buck's happy features, and then Eddie's smiling, too, and chuckling just a little, those eyes full of all that soft, hazy brightness Buck had never quite learned to read until this moment, and Buck is absolutely giddy with it when Eddie finally whispers "you're beautiful, sweetheart.”

There's so much behind it—Eddie's words so full of the delicate devotion he's shown Buck from their very beginning, and Buck can't quite help the way his smile turned to a quiet gasp that escapes him at the awe in Eddie's voice. Finds himself reaching up, tracing careful fingers over the frame of Eddie's face, letting his touch come to rest at the cut of his jaw. And then Buck's urging him closer with those gentle fingers, guiding Eddie in for a soft press of a kiss that doesn't go further, but lingers, the both of them breathing the same air for long moments after they part, and Buck lets his gaze wander over every delicate feature his eyes can reach.

When he meets Eddie's eyes, he feels flayed open—like Eddie can see every complicated part of him he tries his best to hide. “Make love to me,” Buck pleads, whisper quiet, and for a moment he feels silly and cliché. But Eddie's eyes only soften, a sweet adoration Buck knows well suddenly settling into a whole new context he'd once expected he could never have.

Eddie doesn't answer, really, not in words, but his eyes study Buck's features like he’s something precious, and he presses his body closer than Buck think should be possible, leaving every inch of Buck singing with a sweet pleasure unlike anything he's ever felt before because it's Eddie, and he thinks maybe Eddie's touch is everything he's been searching for.

Eddie dips in to kiss him, then. A sweet, searing kiss that's over too soon and has Buck whimpering as Eddie shifts to mouth at the curve of his neck. Buck hopes he might leave traces there, marks Buck might get to keep even after he leaves Eddie's bed.

“I'll give you anything you want, Buck,” Eddie promises, then. Whispered words he hides in the crook of Buck's neck that leave Buck gasping and clinging tighter. “Anything at all.”

"Eddie," Buck whines, and it's desperate. A sweet, delicate, broken sound that trips over his tongue and catches in his throat that has Eddie smiling against the curve of Buck's neck, and Buck whines again as his breath hitches. "Eddie, I want you. Please. Tell me-tell me you want me, too."

"Sweetheart," Eddie presses into Buck's skin, lets his lips form gentle, reassuring kisses that linger as he pulls back, just far enough to catch Buck's eye, lets the fingers of one hand stroke through Buck's hair and then trace delicately over the birthmark at his brow, as he studies Buck's face, "of course I want you. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

For a moment, Buck's quiet, trying his best to blink away the overwhelming emotion that settles over him at Eddie's words. But then he's reaching, sinking his own fingers back into Eddie's hair, hand cradling his neck. Then, near breathless, “How do you want me?”

“Forever.”

Make Me Write

[third-time-charmed]

This chapter is in a really rough state rn, I'm mostly just getting the bones down atm. Transitional writing always gives me a bit of trouble, and this chapter is pretty much just all that lmao. But I feel like I'm getting some really good dialogue from it so far.

[anincompletelist]

Hey. I was lurking around your blog like a fruit fly eying the rwrb content and I saw a tag of hitman Alex? Do tell me more, please. Are you writing an assassin au? ARE YOU? I'm cool about it. Totally fine. Asking for a friend.

HITMAN ALEX AU MY BELOVED :D

okay I don't even know where to START with this one I have so many ideas kjdhkjhs (and 10k of random scenes written that I'm going to have to figure out how to piece together somehow BUT) it was just gonna be an au roughly inspired by pics of tzp on this night and this night but then it spiraled out of control jkhskdhkj (in a good way? I think?)

but it's heavily inspired by chess moves and I know practically nothing about chess but the research I've done is EXTENSIVE so I hope it pays off!

I can't spoil much of it because I'm (trying) to make it very mysterious and suspenseful if I can pull it off BUT this is also from hitman and here! have another snippet because I can't control myself ! :D

this one is fairly tame but I also have some.... slightly more *nsfw* snippets should anyone be inclined to yell at me to share them...

anyway!

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Henry isn’t sure which part of this conversation he’s most shocked at. The brazen physical touch, his ignorance of Henry’s title, the suggestive nicknames, or the fact that he’d so easily acknowledged something that Henry and the rest of them had been trained to firmly deny to the consequence of death. He blinks at the mysterious stranger, equally as curious as he is terrified at what might come out of his mouth next. 

“I- I should really continue speaking with the guests,” Henry forces out. 

“Duty calls,” Ander agrees, dragging his elbows up and off the table once more as he finishes the last of his champagne. A single drop lands at the corner of his lips, threatening to fall just before he catches it with his tongue. Henry rips his gaze away, finally snapping into motion. 

He clears his throat and runs a hand over the front of his pristine suit. Then, for some unfathomable reason, he offers his hand out for a second time, feeling painfully vulnerable as he waits for Ander to accept it. 

“It was a pleasure meeting you. Ander, was it?” 

A tilted smile pulls at his lips, and he slides his long fingers into Henry’s palm and squeezes. 

“You can call me Alex,” he says only loud enough for them both to hear, shaking firmly. “When we’re alone, at least.” 

Suddenly feeling parched, Henry licks his lips to wet them, dragging his eyes from Alex’s shoes up to his chest, then his mouth, then his fervid gaze. Something twists in his gut, but he’s unsure of if it’s trying to tell him to stay put or to get away as quickly as possible. 

“Are we going to be alone together, Alex?” 

Lips twitching once more, Alex’s gaze falls pointedly down to his lips and then back up, his fingers slipping from Henry’s grasp. “I guess you’ll find out, Your Highness.”

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING I ADORE TALKING ABOUT MY WIPS <3 I hope you're doing amazing and having a wonderful thursday! :D

[mirrortouchedsea]

[squirrelno2]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

thanks for the tag, @mwolf0epsilon! finding the last thing I wrote was the hard part because it's been like a week and a couple days ago I went on a rereading spree trying to inspire myself, which means a lot of random fics said they'd been opened recently but had nothing new in them. anyway.

(the one I ended up with is about 3-5 layers of au - it's Shiny/Ven the kid who Dogma adopts in my fic series, but as an adult having time travelled to swtor, but also THIS isn't even my canon for that it's an au where she's kind of forced into becoming a Sith??? why don't you work on anything that people have context for and want to see completed, I ask myself every day) Preamble over here's some lines!

She sounded so much like Ven’s father it hurt. Ven thought about the things she’d done, long before the Sith got their hands on her, and turned her face away. It was a good thing Nalyan and Dorne had each other. They were both too good for her.

noooo idea who I know who's been doing stuff recently and also dear god if i took this game literally that's a lot of people but. @what-point-is-there hiii i know you've been doing art can I convince you to share a wip (no pressure i'm being silly) and for anyone else who wants to share a wip do it! I will vouch for you and say i personally tagged you. with like my mind or something i don't know.

[branmer]

ive really lost my motivation to write recently

[povlnfour]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ HOW DO YOU TURN THIS THING OFF? — LN4

pairing: lando norris x girlfriend!reader

summary: fans love when you make appearances in landos streams. it’s usually because he doesn’t know where something is, and the internet goes crazy over their favorite certified himbo. on one stream, you get a taste of your own medicine when lando tasks you with turning the live feed off, and fans get a little more of an insight into your relationship

genre: established relationship, humour

ੈ✩‧₊˚ yourusername just tweeted

ੈ✩‧₊˚ user2 just made a thread

ੈ✩‧₊˚ landonorris just posted a photo

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landonorris dinner date then stream, be there or be square, 6pm

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maxfewtrell did she have to show you how to use a knife and fork too?

yourusername i definitely had to show him how to fill my wine glass up when it was empty

user PUT Y/N ON THE STREAM WE WANT MORE Y/N

user if he comes on in a dress shirt i’m Dead

user oh they’ve all definitely seen the thread😭😭

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yourusername this time it was my own stupidity that let the secret out. and i didn’t have to show him how to propose! he did it all on his own accord!

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user YOU’RE SUCH AN ICON

user only lando and y/n could accidentally expose their own engagement

user THE CAPTION😭😭 she really has kept him alive all these years huh

user ‘i wouldn’t want to think of a life without you anyway’ now if that’s not meant to be than what is

landonorris i love you

landonorris really quick whilst we’re at it,,, where tf do we keep the spare phone chargers?

yourusername oh.. oh baby. i’ll be home in 5

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a/n: hELLO! so the snippet from this got over 200 notes and i couldn’t wait to post it because you all loved it so much!

for the rest of my wips, check out the wip game linked in my pinned post!!

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[max-nicoxfandom]

Happy WIP Wednesday ! Here is a first draft/snippet of a random chapter in my long fic I'm working on (don't go looking for it, still unsure if I'm going to post it), bc I think I'm gonna take this part out even if I really like the concept.

Danny is like 6-7yrs old in this

Danny is a weird kid.

That's not to say Dick expected him to be normal when his family took him in. No, even if Danny wasn't still half dead, no one in this family is normal. Not even Duke and Barbara, the self proclaimed normies of the family.

Danny has brought a certain life to the manor, even in death, that has Dick contemplating moving back. Somehow, even Jason has been spending more time than usual there. Arguments have been lessened, the manor has been less creaky and more settled, Alfred even looks a little younger these days.

It's both the fault of Danny's sweet exterior, and the odd green that swirls in the blue of his eyes. Not the same hue as Jason's, but something near to it.

He's a lot like Jason, actually. Dick is sure if Jason had come to them just a little bit younger he'd be the spitting image of Danny.

It's the little things that make them look so similar. Almost everyone in the manor has the blue-green eye, black hair combo. It's everything else in Danny that makes him look exactly like Jason.

Danny likes to wish the moon good morning when he sees it during the day, and insists on opening his curtains when he goes to sleep so the moon can listen to his bedtime story too. He likes to check his stuffed animals for injuries when they fall off furniture. He thanks Alfred for his food, and thanks his food for being yummy. When he leaves the manor, he blows the building a kiss goodbye.

Dick does not tell Bruce that the house pulls itself from the ground, and creaks back.

Sure, Jason wasn't dead (not yet, anyway), but he was so excited to be alive. He had that same disposition to do good to everyone and everything that Danny does. Jason may not be some sort of partial human like Danny, but Jason was Robin, and Robin? Robin is magic.

You don't have to believe in ghosts for them to be real, and you don't have to see Danny for him to exist. On the same wavelength, you don't have to see Robin to know Jason made him magic. It was just the truth. Like how the sky is blue and Bruce is Batman.

Dick is watching his life be changed one step at a time, just like it was with Jason–like how it was supposed to be with Jason–and like it was with his siblings.

He keeps flowers in his car now. He didn't before, he never had a reason for it.

But one time, Danny cried as they passed a graveyard. He was sitting curled up against the window in the back while Dick hummed along to some ballad on the radio. It was peaceful, as things tend to be when Danny's around, and even as the kid cried Dick never stopped feeling tranquil. He knew everything would be okay, Dick would stop at nothing to make his new brother happy again.

“I have no flowers.” He’d said. Dick hadn't even gotten the chance to ask what was wrong. “They'll all be so sad I came by, and I had no flowers.”

Danny's eyes were green when he'd spoken. Green, teary, and filled with more mourning a child should ever understand. Dick's heart broke about a thousand times over.

So now Dick keeps flowers in his car. Whenever he drives past a graveyard he throws a flower out the window, just like Danny does. And if the bouquet dies before he gets to give them away, he gives them to Danny, and he buries them in the backyard.

Green eyed and sad. Sometimes Jason joins him, sometimes Damian does. Dick never feels like it's his place.

This fic also has to do with the cult thing I was talking about sometime ago, and the post about big cities. I kinda regret having this take place in Gotham instead of Amity, but it's too late now (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Asks and interactions are always welcome !

[tadc-harlequin-au]

"Greetings. Please, do enjoy your read, with the official Masterpost of..."

The Marvelous Mechanical Harlequin AU!

Looking for this AU's game counterpart? You can go to The Souls-like AU Masterpost for that!

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INTRO ANIMATIC:

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The long-awaited official masterpost of the Harlequin AU is now here! You'll find everything there is to know about the AU, all in here.

Please note that all of it is still a WIP! And this is NOT an RP blog! ══════☸☸☸════════════☸☸☸══════

CHARACTER ROSTERS & DESC.!

Main Cast:

Supporting Cast:

"The names have the link to the full character biography attached to them. Please note that some aspects of it are still incomplete, (or may even be outdated) for story purposes."

Pomni, The Last Harlequin: |•| Caine, The Puppetmaster:

Coming soon!

Ragatha, The Artifact Collector |•| Jax, The Mischievous Trickster

Lady Gangle, The Bashful Slithery Chronicler:

Z, The No-nonsense Housesmith:

Kingr, The Helpful King:

BOSS ROSTERS, OFFICIAL STORY/LORE SNIPPETS, NON-CANON TIDBITS and FAQs BELOW THE CUT!

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BOSS ROSTERS:

The Lady of Forgotten Memories |•| The Skirmish General |•| The Last Formidable, Imposing Structure |•| The Mischievous Trickster Automaton |•| The Maddened Princess of the Theater |•| Bladed Beast of Steel and Shadows |•| The Pierrot of the Carnival Funhouse |•| The Celestial Twin Entertainers |•| Bandits of the Confectionary Highlands |•| Former Warden of the Labyrinth |•| Overlooker of the Confectionary Highlands |•| The Abstraction |•| Duchess of the Mildenhall Cliff's edge House |•| Proud Queen of the Gatherers |•| The Patriarch of Puppets |•|

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OFFICIAL STORY:

"Thrilling Order Of The Hunt" comic |•| Stalemate (fic) |•| Touch-Starved (Post-boss!Ragatha)

OFFICIAL LORE SNIPPETS:

The Charmer, The Catalyst and The Inventor |•| Memory#1 |•|

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OFFICIAL ARTWORKS:

Coming soon!

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LORE-RELATED ASKS:

You can go here for that!

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NON-CANON:

"Come Back To Me." (showtime, ao3) |•| Cade, The Miracle star (Showtime fankid) |•| Anya, The Little sensitive Poppet (Jesterdoll fankid) |•| The Lady of Forgotten Memories' defeat |•| Who Broke It (Harlequin AU edition) |•| The Hole (Harlequin AU edition) |•| "Chandelier" fanart (fanfic, suggestive ⚠️) |•| Morning routines |•| ⚠️The Puppetmaster's Trophy Harlequin (dark themes, nihilistic/no happy ending)⚠️ |•|

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FAQs!

"Now, what exactly is 'The Marvelous Mechanical Harlequin' AU?"

Well I'm glad you asked! The Marvelous Mechanical Harlequin, or "Harlequin AU" for short, is a grimdark sci-fantasy story about "Puppets", whom are soul-infused robots, trying to regain their lost humanity in a broken world.

It follows Pomni, a short-tempered Combat Harlequin, as she explores the city of Circuits with the aid of Caine, The Puppetmaster.

However, as the story progresses, Pomni not only realizes that there's more to the grand scheme of things as she explores more and more, she also uncovers The Puppetmaster's story, and what secrets he may be hiding.

"How do the boss fights go down in the story?"

Action-packed, fast paced, involves a lot of dying on Pomni's part.

Even though this is inspired by a Souls-like, the boss fights go down more so like a mixture between Cuphead, Shadow of the Colossus, and God of War (2018/Raganarok). Mostly God of War.

"Are there going to be canon ships in this AU?"

Yes! The AU is very Showtime (Caine x Pomni) centric, and some of the story aspects of the AU are heavily surrounded on that. There is a bit of Jesterdoll (Pomni x Ragatha) in it, too.

Aside from these canon ships, all is fair game. The Puppets don't have ages seeing as to how they are robots (and were already adults prior to their conversion), so the possibilities are endless.

"Can I make fanarts/fanfics/make original content for your AU?"

Why, of course you can! In fact, I would REALLY love to see it, as long as it complies with my personal boundaries below. So don't be afraid to tag this blog, or @iamespecter in your posts if you want me to see it!

"What are the boundaries of the AU?"

Go wild! The AU's rating is pretty mature, if it wasn't obvious already for it's grimdark genre.

However... I would like to ask that if you would like to make something dark even for my standards for this AU (i.e non-con or dark kinks), all I ask is that you don't show it to me. I personally do not like it, and do not vibe with it.

"What are your thoughts about NSFW surrounding the AU?"

Suggestive content and NSFW is allowed! I am an adult, and I personally enjoy them. (I think I'll make a blog for the more... spicy things.)

Even I make suggestive content for this AU.

HOWEVER! Please tag it properly with "cw suggestive", "tw suggestive", "tw nsft" and various other tags for people who do not wish to see them, or are minors. I can't keep track of everything try as I might, so it'll be up to you to be a decent person, which I know you will be.

"I don't like showtime, but I find your AU interesting. Will that be a problem?"

For you, it might be. The story leans heavily around Pomni and Caine's relationship as a whole, and I'm sorry. I'm just really soft about them.

"Will this be anything like the original TADC?"

Yesss...? And no...? It takes a lot of creative liberty and inspirations from various medias.

⚠️ This masterpost is still under construction! Please excuse the technical difficulties. ⚠️

In the meantime, I hope you had a fun read nonetheless! Things will get updated overtime. - Ziku/IAmESpecter

[heyimkana]

guys guys i'm afraid i don't have much time to write but i wanna try and post something new next week 🥰

Also, have a little snippet for both 😁

“You only want me, don’t you, my love?” With one hand still plastered against your throat, he slid his other one down your body. “You wouldn’t want any other man to touch you this way, would you?” Jinwoo let his calloused palm paint the pictures for you, traveling from one sensitive part to another. “These sweet lips…” His hand traversed your neck before it settled on your mouth, two digits caressing over the seam of your lips as he bestowed a kiss equally as gentle on your cheek. “This beautiful hand…” He took your trembling hand in his, lacing your fingers together before he brushed his lips against your knuckles. “This curve of your waist…” He roamed over your side, his fingers gripping possessively, clawing against the fabric of your blouse. “And here…” He lifts your skirt to your hips, raking his nails over the supple flesh of your thigh before his hand slithers right between your legs. He cups your heat, his voice a low growl in your ear. “This pretty cunt of yours… All of these are mine.” 

You flinch, a soft cry spilling out of you as he slipped two fingers inside your panties, rubbing them against your clit. He was so gentle with you before; every touch felt featherlight on your skin, but that one…  He was rough with it, demanding, controlling, as if that part of your body was never yours to begin with. 

“Every part of you was made for me.” He licked a stripe up your neck, his fingers sliding back and forth between your folds, slick with your essence. “Only for me to touch. To ruin.”

He pushes in without a second to waste, his tongue moving past your ring at once, tasting the sweetness of your core. Your hand finds home in his hair as a startled gasp escapes you. This time, you don't want him to stop. He can fuck you later; that can wait. Right now, all you need is to find your release, to come on his tongue the way he craves for it. 

“Mmph,” Jinwoo breathes out heavily through his nose, his eyes drooping in rapture the moment you start grinding on his face. He can sense your impatience, your need to take over control, to just use him as you please until you reach your ecstasy. And he knows exactly what to do for you to obtain it.

He breaks away from you, almost robbing a whine out of your lips from the short separation. To your surprise, your husband settles himself on the bed, rolling over to his back and taking your body with him. You land on his chest with a huff, his grip around your waist so possessively tight, his movements rushed as if he was on the brink of his sanity. “Get up here,” he nearly growls, his own patience running thin. “On my face, Angel.”

“J-Jin—”

“Now.”

UPDATE: Yandere!Jinwoo fic is out! Read it here.

[artchvies]

snippet of my current wip f1 driver oscar + trainer carlos bc sometimes i forget how to move in silence. ah! it’s abo. obviously.

The first weeks with Carlos are hell. But not in the way Oscar expected—no motivational speeches, no ego games, no forced bonding. Just structure. A complete teardown of his existing system.

New warmups. New hydration plan. New protein shakes that taste like algae. New stupidly intense mobility drills that make Oscar ache in places he didn’t know he had muscles.

Carlos brings laminated training charts and annotated spreadsheets and this look like he’s disappointed when Oscar makes a face at the morning beet juice.

Oscar liked his old routine. It worked. He was winning. He was sleeping. Mostly. Now it’s twice as hard and starts earlier, and Oscar’s not built for 5:30 a.m. sunrise runs through whatever backroad route Carlos maps out on his iPad.

He remembers Carlos saying something once, in that low, thoughtful voice of his, just after Oscar had groaned through his third set of banded crab walks:

“The ones who want to be champions? They work ten times harder than everyone else.”

Oscar had rolled his eyes. But. Yeah. Okay. Fine. He knows Carlos is right. He just likes being stubborn about it. Especially with Carlos.

Because it’s not the new routine that’s getting to him. Not really.

It’s Carlos.

Carlos and his stupid, big, Alpha hands.

His hands that are always on Oscar—gripping his ankle to pull his leg up higher during hamstring stretches, or planted wide on Oscar’s back while he holds a deep lunge, or pushing under Oscar’s knee to tilt his hips just a little more.

They’re big and warm and hairy in this unfair way. They stay imprinted on Oscar’s skin for minutes after. Sometimes hours.

The scent blocker Oscar started using last season has had to be doubled. Then tripled. Because around Carlos it doesn’t work for shit.

Not when he leans over Oscar during assisted stretches and all Oscar can breathe is that stupid scent of his.

It’s not even fair. Carlos doesn’t even smell like he’s trying. It’s not slicked up pheromones or aggressive presentation.

It’s just—him. A constant low hum. A very specific, very masculine Carlosness that short-circuits Oscar’s brain and has him shifting his thighs closer together.

Sometimes Oscar has to bite the inside of his cheek to stay still. To not move. To not shift his hips just a little, just to see what Carlos would do.

Because the worst part—the absolute worst fucking part—is that Carlos notices everything.

He notices when Oscar starts holding his breath during cooldowns. When his thighs twitch mid-stretch. When his scent starts to turn, just barely—not full slick, not yet, but the shimmer of it. The anticipation.

And Carlos doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t make a face. Just shifts slightly closer, presses his palm deeper into the small of Oscar’s back, and says,

“Breathe.”

Or worse:

“There. Like that. Good, Oscar.”

His voice when he says it—low, fond, almost affectionate—scrapes along Oscar’s nerves like a bite. Carlos always says his name like that.

Oscarrr. Drawn out, warm, syrup-slow.

Oscar wants to strangle him.

Or kiss him.

Or push him to the floor and ride his cock until he cries.

He’s losing his mind.

Like now. Carlos is doing post-workout mobility with him—gentle work, glute activation and pelvic resets—and Oscar’s flat on his back, knees bent, trying not to think about the fact that Carlos’s hand is under his thigh, cupping the back of it.

His thumb keeps pressing right near the crease, dangerously close to the soft wet heat between Oscar’s legs, where his slick is starting to pulse despite the triple blocker.

“You need to relax here,” Carlos says, thumb dragging a little too slow. “Breathe into the stretch.”

Oscar swallows hard. His voice comes out thin. “I am relaxed.”

Carlos gives him a look.

“No, you’re not. You’re holding tension. Here—” and then he moves his hand, and Oscar’s whole body lights up.

Not even on purpose. Carlos doesn’t touch there, not really. Just brushes the edge of it. But Oscar still jerks, thighs trembling, pussy clenching on instinct like it’s starving.

Carlos pauses.

Oscar can feel it. That moment—Carlos’s hand still, his breath catching.

He’s noticed. He knows.

He always knows.

But he just adjusts Oscar’s leg slightly, smooth and calm. Back to normal. Says,

“Breathe, Oscar.”

Like nothing happened.

Oscar’s going to combust. One of these mornings—somewhere between the beet juice and the crab walks—he’s going to snap. And if Carlos doesn’t touch him properly, Oscar’s going to do it himself.

Or worse. Ask.

[celestialseawitch-ff]

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A little more DC for you since you liked the other one so much xx -- send a rose 🌹 and I'll post a snippet from a wip

Billy stepped forward, face set. "I need to talk to Batman."

Robin smiled kindly. "Let me see if I can help you first. Is it about your parents or guardians? Do you live in this building?"

Billy shook his head. "I'm from Fawcett City. I have a message for Batman from Captain Marvel."

Robin stared at him. "How did you get to Gotham?"

"Train."

"By yourself?"

Billy glared. "Are you gonna help me or not? I came all this way!" He gestured. He really didn’t want to grab a bus to Metropolis. It was late. He would probably have to sleep somewhere in the city first.

"What's the message?"

"It's for Batman."

“No Bats here,” a deep, mechanical voice stated.

Robin grabbed Billy’s arm and pulled him behind. Billy turned and stared up at the tall figure as he stepped off from the ledge of the building and closer to the boys. He was wearing a full face metal helmet in a gleaming red color. Billy spotted the gun in his hand and stepped further behind Robin.

“Picking out your replacement, Replacement? How proactive.”

Robin was tense, arms spread defensively in front of Billy. “What do you want, Hood?”

“You’re in my territory, birdie.”

“We’re in Gotham Heights. Park Row is two blocks east,” Robin returned, voice tense.

“Close enough,” the man growled.

Robin tilted his head. “Fine. We’ll go.”

“Kid stays.”

“He’s not from Gotham,” Robin quickly returned.

“I have a message for Batman!” Billy piped in.

“Oh, really?” the stranger drawled.

“And he’s probably on his way. So you should go if you’re a bad guy.” He turned to Robin. “Is he a bad guy?” Billy whispered loudly.

The man huffed through the mechanical mask. “You’re really not from around here. I’m the Red Hood.”

“I’m Billy Batson.”

Robin looked over his shoulder at Billy. Both heroes stared at him for a long moment.

“Seriously?” Robin asked.

Billy nodded.