#yay for my first looping edit!

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Challengers Throuple – "I Don't Wanna Talk, I Just Wanna Dance"

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Hello!! I'm really excited about reading more Max/Daniel dick chicken fic (how did the last ask put it?? escalating horny/feral gay chicken sexting maxiel fic? 🤲) Do you have a snippet you could share?? Thank you!!

I DO have another snippet I can share!!

This is from a fic known subtly as Daniel and Max play Dick Chicken. The snippet I've posted already is here, and there are another couple of bits and pieces in my dick chicken tag, but I swear I can never actually make those tag links work any more, so sorry if that comes up with literally nothing. Yay, Tumblr! I promise they do exist even Tumblr insists that's a broken link.

Anyway, have some Max/Daniel rimming. (E, 1700 words. Ever so slightly edited to remove a couple of bits of context-required spoilers but it should still make sense). The entire fic should be subtitled the one where they're feral for each other. This bit is the first time they've actually got naked together and not through a phone screen.

"You are late."

"I had to shower." Daniel feels like he should protest because they never specified a time, and anyway, only one of them has travelled half the fucking globe today, and he's done most of his sleeping recently in very uncomfortable airplane seats and it is not his fault that he's completely fucking insane over Max fucking Verstappen, who— who is just pushing down his shorts. He is just getting naked in his entrance hall and looking at Daniel like Daniel is the one making strange choices. Which he is, but at least he's still fucking clothed like a fucking normal person.

"You did not need to shower to come here, Daniel," Max says. "Take your clothes off."

Daniel toes off his flip-flops and leaves his phone and keys on the hall table. "I was gross, I needed to shower."

"No," Max says, holding his hands palm up and doing a little lifting motion with them, a take your t-shirt off, please request that Daniel obeys because it's either that or… not taking his t-shirt off. "It was fine. But now you are here, and you are not naked."

This is the most they've talked since Daniel left Red Bull. This is fine. There is probably nothing to say, anyway. They both know why they're here. He tugs his koala t-shirt over his head and lets it pool on the floor, tangling with Max's discarded clothes as Daniel shoves down his shorts. He's half-hard in Max's apartment, shorts hanging off one foot, and Max has his hand cupped around his dick like he could be posing for any one of those expressionless selfies he's sent Daniel over the past few weeks.

Daniel is playing the same little song on a loop in his head and it goes what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck—

Max tilts his chin up. "I am going to lick you out and make you come, Daniel."

Cool, Daniel thinks nonsensically, as any remaining brain power he still has takes a nosedive off the nearest balcony. His dick gives up too, and just gets as hard as it's ever got before. It even gives Max a jaunty little wave. Cool. Not embarrassing.

"If you still want it, of course."

"I want it," Daniel says, and something in his brain must still be processing information because he doesn't remember deciding to say yes. It just happened while he was still trying to take in the fact that Max Verstappen is naked in front of him, with his dick out, and the world still appears to be turning on its axis like everything is fine.

Fuck, Daniel remembers when he used to be straight.

"Good," Max says, and sets off for the bedroom like Daniel is just going to follow.

Daniel follows. Max doesn't take him to the bed, though, but to the dressing table over the other side of the bedroom. There's Max's stuff on it, discarded boarding passes and stuff from his pockets and detritus from travelling. Knocked over deodorant bottles, sponsor shit he's never even bothered opening. A watch getting dusty somewhere in among the still packaged Red Bull t-shirts. There's a mirror.

Max nods towards it. "You can watch yourself," he says, like that's a normal thing to say, and he drops to his fucking knees.

Daniel looks at him for the longest moment, at Max Verstappen hard and naked and on his knees for him, weirdly expressionless but clearly waiting for Daniel to get on with it.

So: Daniel leans over the dressing table, palms flat against the surface. He spreads his legs and looks back over his shoulder at Max kneeling behind him.

Max looks up at him then. His eyes are bright. "I am going to make you come, Daniel."

"Yeah," Daniel says. His voice is hoarse. "Please."

Max adjusts his position. On his knees, directly behind him, his dick just there. Hard. Glistening wet at the tip. Daniel's mouth is dry. He licks his lips. Then Max cups Daniel's ass in his hands. Palms to his skin. "I have thought about this a lot, Daniel," he says, spreading Daniel's ass cheeks like this is a normal way to touch someone intimately for pretty much the first time. Daniel's skin already feels like touch paper. One spark and he'll be decimated. "I have come already thinking about this."

Daniel stares at himself in the mirror. He is pink. Unshaven. Eyes wide. His throat works. "Yeah?"

"Yes, very much," Max says, and then he strokes over Daniel's hole with the pad of his thumb. Daniel's hips skitter forwards, thighs hitting the dressing table. His dick bumps up against the torn plastic packaging of a new Red Bull shirt. Daniel shoves the plastic away until it's just the t-shirt. He drags his tip across the shirt. It leaves a little snail trail already. Max's thumb strokes his hole. It is disconcerting, because Max has never demonstrated a second of warming up in any of his pictures or videos. His is a hot lap approach to orgasms, fast and furious, and right now it is just his thumb. Daniel is watching himself in the mirror and it is already too much and literally nothing has happened yet. He is watching his own destruction and it is too late to stop it. He is already destroyed.

But then— Max spits on him. He spits and it runs down Daniel's ass crack and over his hole and Max gathers it up and strokes him wet. He spits again.

Daniel blurts pre come onto Max's shirt. He swallows down a groan. He is watching Rome burn but he is Rome and he's the one who lit the fucking match.

"You can make noises, Daniel," Max says. He has switched to the pads of his fingers, more than one. Daniel can feel his hole fucking flutter and it is humiliating, but it is more humiliating when he presses back against Max's fingers. But then Max leans in and Daniel feels the warmth of Max's breath on his skin and then Max presses his tongue to Daniel's hole and Daniel fucking expires.

Max is all business. He is data driven, at speed, the track a learning experience beneath his tongue. He drags his tongue up Daniel's crack, sweeps of attention that have Daniel whimpering. He laps at Daniel's hole, kitten licks, only moving away to spit on him, dirty and so, so fucking hot. He cups Daniel's balls through his legs, not gentle, never gentle, like touch is function and the only outcome is Daniel's eventual orgasm.

Daniel drowns. He drowns in the mirror, helpless to stay quiet, skin flushing pink. He presses his ass back into Max's face, and Max digs his fingers into Daniel's thigh and licks at him like it's a fucking race. Daniel melts like ice cream. When Max's thumb presses inside of him, his tongue lapping around it, Daniel cries out. He holds himself up on the flats of his palms, leaning forward until his forehead is pressed against the mirror. His breath clouds, wet and warm, steaming up the mirror.

Max's thumb is replaced by his tongue. He is inside of him. He eats Daniel out like he's starving. It is filthy hot. Spit drips down his crack. His dick leaks pre come across Max's shirt, and for a moment, Daniel longs for him to wear it afterwards. Daniel marking him up like he's his. He gasps it out into the mirror.

Max sits back, his breathing ragged. His tongue is replaced by a finger, two fingers, then he's back and there is spit and his tongue and he covers Daniel's hole with his mouth and alternately sucks and blows like it's a fucking practice session and he's trying to find the best fucking line to take a corner.

Daniel shudders through it. He shivers. He is disintegrating, Max re-arranging his molecules with his tongue, but the mirror shows him whole. A fucking mess, but whole. He reaches down to grab his dick, but he's barely got his fist wrapped around it when Max is nudging his hand away.

"I am going to make you come, Daniel," Max tells him, circling Daniel's wrist with his free hand. "Not you."

Daniel drops his chin to his chest. "You're going to," he manages. "God, Max, you're going to."

"Good," Max says, sounding satisfied, sounding breathless, and then he's spitting on Daniel's hole again and it's so fucking gross and so fucking perfect that Daniel just forgets everything but the points of connection; fingertips circling his wrist, a thumb to his pulse point, Max's nose and his lips and his fucking tongue. His other hand splayed across the top of his thigh, his thumb to Daniel's ass. The dressing table is leaving lines across the tops of his thighs. Daniel hopes they bruise, hopes he can go back home and press his hands to the marks and know that they are there because he went looking for knives and he found Max.

He found Max. God, he's going to come. He's going to fucking come, and it's going to be with his dick untouched because Max is still holding his wrist. Max's mouth circles his hole again, lips pressed to his skin. Max blows. Max's tongue tickles him, laps at his rim, slips inside again.

Daniel shudders, shivers, trembles. He tips over into orgasm almost without permission, pulsing come over Max's new Red Bull shirt, his dusty watch, a discarded bottle of Right Guard. A single condom, still in its wrapper. He presses his forehead to the mirror and watches come seep into Max's shirt.

Max licks him through it, until Daniel's pretty much pushing him away, over-sensitive and out of it. He drops to his elbows on the dressing table, hands to his face. He breathes. Behind him, Max gets to his feet. His hand goes to Daniel's hip. To the small of his back. Down over his ass, spreading his cheeks again. He's jerking off. Daniel knows without looking, he knows those sounds.

He shifts so he can watch in the mirror. He meets Max's gaze. He's flushed, his face a mess, his hair everywhere. Pre come drips onto Daniel's ass. His hand blurs.

"Come on me," Daniel tells him. "Please, Max. Please."

[misc-obeyme]

Yay thank you!! OMG I am too scared to finish this fic but at the same time I like the concept so uhh- here it goes ;v;

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‘How daunting would it be to confess your feelings?’ That, Satan wondered.

He grabbed a quill and then dipped it in ink, as a small sigh escaped from the demon’s lips. The parchment was clean and fresh, tinted with a slight brownish shade and drowned in coffee overnight. 

It was by some hellish miracle how the stacks of books didn't dare tumble, even when he sat with a loud ‘thud’ on the plush plum armchair. Centuries worth of knowledge tossed aside to make room for pen work: a modified easel tilted forty-five degrees welcoming the peek of the moonlight from his bedside window. The canvas being traded for an oakwood slab. The ink pot on a smaller, more isolated rounded table right beside it.

Reflected in his emerald eyes was the determination he so wished to express in mere words. ‘Was it possible?’  He’d give it a shot. 

The blonde started off simple. ‘To my dearest human,’

Satan first heard of this idea in the books he's read. The romantic love interest pouring their hearts out in a simple manuscript. There was no time for elaborate edits or grandiose phrases, as the raw emotion conveyed in every sentence entices the Main Protagonist to halt; take in each syllable in cursive, and then finally cue on to return the feelings of said love interest. In most cases, it felt embarrassing, or so as “cheesy” of a romance a few words can get.

Each glide of the quill was guided by rhythmic loops. The mildly pungent smell of the ink mixed with the old decaying aroma of books collecting dust. For a moment, Satan nearly wrote how their smell of lavender-induced coffee hung itself in the wind when—

Scratch that.

It was only the first sentence. Only the first couple words but it’s down reduced to a jumbled mess tossed to the floor. Satan's grip on the quill tightened, his arm tensing up under his sage green turtleneck sleeve. Closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. ‘Focus.’

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really short as I still have to fix the rest of this story, but here it is!! It's an okay start though I'm not sure about it..

Let me know what you think!! ^^

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What are you afraid of, 🎹 anon? Why would you be scared to finish this?

It's really good! Not only do I like the concept, but I really like the dark academia vibes it has going on, which are perfect for Satan. I loved the description of the paper and the scent of the lavender coffee and the loops of the writing-

I felt like I was really there with all those images in my mind! And Satan's frustration at what he wrote, his thoughts about romance and cheesiness, really giving us a glimpse into his mind!

I think you should keep going! I know sometimes we think what we're writing isn't good or maybe that we can't do our idea justice. But I promise you that is the inner critic and it always tells lies. You can do it, I believe in you! I can tell just from this that you've got what it takes!

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Yay founders cut time!! To avoid spoilery spam I'm just going to put my thoughts and things I really liked below the cut

Episode 1 spoilers below

1. Giving a whole point over to saying that goddamn I missed this, I missed this so much

2. Ranboo touching the urn at the start and hearing flashback memories to begging to die - it's a loop confirmed?? Holy shit?

3. The sound design in this cut is genuinly excellent loving the sound effects mwah

4. They used the shot where Slime looks directly to camera on entrance this time!

5. The whole cooking segment is really tightly cut and I love the repeated cutaways and the energy of the whole scene, really feel that panicky pace this time

6. Slime backstory cutaway my beloved, I'm so glad they included it after he mentioned it in his bts stream from ages ago

7. The glitch to reveal the fridge contents are indeed gore yes yes

8. COOK? I D K H O W T O C O O K

9. Definitely overthinking this but I love the lighting change when Ranboo plays the first tape, like everything in the cabin goes dark and Hetch is the only light? The symbolism of him being the only light in the dark, and Ranboo being able to see him but not follow him because there is a literal television in the way?? Thematic parallels my ABSOLUTE beloved

10. Ahhhh the echoing please when they look at the model house ahahahha

11. 'Frank and I have been through a lot. There's been a lot of piss.'

12. The glitches and lighting flickers when anything touches Sneegs hat? Ohhhohohho lovely touch

13. Oh this for sure means something, Sneeg only starts getting frustrated with The Hero not knowing ahead of time what they need to bring after the slime touches the hat, and given the control method for Sneeg is in his hat, it definitely looks like the slime fucked with his control enough for him to remember some stuff from the last loop

14. This isn't related but seeing that portrait of Charlie reminded me that he said his mum really wanted that portrait of him and that's very funny to me

15. OK at the start of the fight, the Hero says 'Not if I done you...first...what?' as an opening taunt, and the mask flickers. Idk if that was intentional, but I do enjoy the idea that either a) the hero was programmed to say something else, but his control glitched, and he forgot what that was or b) the hero was programmed to say that line, and it was so weird that he broke himself out of control for a second

16. Oh DAMN it was intentional!! Control was breaking when it wasn't their 'turn'!

17. Okay onto ep2 later, but while I love the live version of ep1 and all the little pauses and extra improv and it's still a source of comfort to watch it, this cut is so clean and precise with the extra editing and effects I love it equally, I can't wait to see the other episodes

[imichelle-l-rigby]

Reflections: Cillian Murphy’s Limited Edition

Season 3, episode 10

✨the last one 😢✨

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*I am a music prof (predominantly classical vocalist), and I LOVE listening to Cillian’s music choices! That being said, sometimes I won’t like a song simply because of a vocalist (it’s a professional hazard - sorry!) 👩‍🏫

** The following are my own observations/opinions. We may not agree, and that’s ok! That’s what makes music fun! 😊

*** I wouldn’t say I’m well-versed in Cillian’s music preferences, but I do enjoy them (for the most part). I always wind up adding to my own playlists after listening to Cillian’s recommendations.

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OMG IT’S THE LAST ONE!!!!

🎵Set 1 (Wandering Star - Undenied)

Wandering Star: such an interesting mix of “folksy” with urban sound effects

fun fact, I always accidentally mispronounce “Portishead”. Idk why I can’t learn, but there ya go!

Undenied: again, this is has a blend of soft and harsh sounds, but I like how it’s completely different from the first song. The timbres/qualities are different, so it’s a fun experiment in how far you can go with a musical idea.

🎤Talking Break

Last show 😭😭😭😭

“A total pleash”

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S BEEN 10 YEARS OF CILLIAN MUSIC?!?!

I love that he’s embraced the word “ain’t”

🎵Set 2 (Someday - When I Go Deaf)

Someday: ok but I’m loving the harmonies in this cover version 🥰

When I Go Deaf: ok, but the premise of going deaf - YES SIR I DO MIND!!! *PSA please take care of your hearing* regardless it’s a beautiful song about growing older and cherishing the moment and all that you have. That being said, I LOVE when the music goes from folk to rock 🤘😎

🎤Talking Break

Yes Cill - go for all the favorites! Love it!

FINALLY some more Bowie.

🎵Set 3 (I Can’t Give Everything Away - Fame)

I Can’t Give Everything Away: this is not the soundscape I think of when I think Bowie. And I like the disjointed melodic line in the title motif.

Fame: what a classic 😎 now even if I’m not the biggest fan of Bowie’s voice, even I listen to this a good deal because it’s just perfect.

🎤Talking Break

The way Cillian goes insane over “Fame” - the only version of fame I think he’ll ever like 😂😅

Yay!!! A John Lennon quote!!!!!!

🎵Set 4 (Perfect Day - I Want You)

Perfect Day: why does the tonality of this song refuse to be stably in a major key? 🤔 I don’t necessarily consider that a “perfect day” association - the way it keeps mixing major/minor refutes the “perfect” quality. I suppose it’s just a “wistful” thing, but still!

I Want You: YES I LOVE EARLY DYLAN!!! This is prob in my top 5 fave Dylan tracks. It’s so heartbreakingly beautiful, simple, and earnest.

Fun fact: “Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright” is my #1 Dylan song

🎤Talking Break:

Final reasonable question!!! 😢

I actually like this one - what song do you listen to on repeat?

Omg, of course he would listen to experimental loop music. 🤦‍♀️😅😂 ok, it’s official, he needs to join my music history class. 😂😂😂

🎵Set 5 (Jesus Going to Clean House - Ida)

Jesus Going to Clean House: ok, but can contemporary praise music be this groovy?? Please????

Let’s Go Swimming - Gulf Stream Dub: this sounds so water sports, and I have no idea why other than the name has convinced me this is music for the beach! 😅😅 the power of suggestion!

Ida: I can’t decide if it’s distorted accordion in the background, or a keytar or some other strange electronic instrument. I’ll have to do some research later!

🎤Talking Break

Exclusive ident - I shall miss you!

A poem!

No, Cillian, please make a dad joke!

Oh dear, I’m over 30. Let’s see how I respond to “forgetfulness”

… yeah. I agree 😬

An exclusive reading!

I really liked his thoughts on listening. Good selection!

🎵Set 6 (Coffee & TV)

Coffee & TV: I’ve said this before, but I find it odd that certain songs are produced in such a way that the vocals are subservient to the instrumental line. I think I hear this more in “alternative” sounding music. Maybe that’s a trend I’ve just never noticed!

🎤Talking Break

“Banal and unverified facts”

The way he says “palm trees” 😂 “pam trees”

🎵Set 7 (Saat Alfarah - Midnight)

Saat Alfarah: again, saxophones! Of course he loves this, and frankly, so do I! Idk what’s going on, but it’s got good vibes and it’s just fun! 😎

Midnight (ft. Raphael Saadiq): not my favorite, but it’s cool sounding, for sure. Also, when wearing my AirPods, the background pop sound almost seems like I can feel it reverberating through my skull. That’s weird.

🎤Talking Break

Irish music! Finally!

🎵Set 8 (Wishing Well - Satisfaction)

Wishing Well: it sounds all wishful/wistful, but the static buzzes definitely fight that.

(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction: it’s a little mind-boggling because the vocals do NOT follow the beat established by the backing track. I assume they were recorded separately. I really hoped I would like this cover, but… nope! 🙅‍♀️

🎤Talking Break

“And that’s a cover version!” Indeed, Cillian. Indeed.

Last Yorkshire Man!

Wait… did he just not reveal his identity?! Did I miss something???

🎵Set 9 (Sweet Leaf of the North)

Sweet Leaf of the North: ummm… I must say I’ve never been that impressed about a leaf. 😅 I don’t love his voice, but the vibes are cute.

🎤Talking Break

A favorite band, and his kids agree!

🎵Set 10 (A Cold Freezin’ Night - Blackbox Life Recorder 2f)

A Cold Freezin’ Night: I can appreciate this as a quirky twist on “electronic sounds as music” + experimental music, and I even appreciate the interplay between siblings (as an older sister with a healthy rivalry with her brother 😂), BUT. not my favorite.

I’m glad he explained about the siblings beforehand, otherwise I would’ve been MAJORLY confused and concerned. 😅

Blackbox Life Recorder 21f: still following the “electronic sounds as music” theme, but less experimental 👍

🎤Talking Break

Yay new music!

🎵Set 11 (Lately - Blackpool Late Eighties)

Lately: I like this. Soulful, atmospheric, and groovy. Just a fun combo.

Blackpool Late Eighties: dude, what a build up!! It certainly keeps you wanting more!

🎤Talking Break

NO IT’S ENDING 😭😭😭😭😭

Aww, he “did have a little cry” over Nina’s song!

“Mind yourselves”

🎵Set 12 (Wholy Holy - Stars)

Wholy Holy: YES! YES YES YES YES YES!!! ✨favorite song of the episode✨

Stars: Nina. No, no you did not just GO OFF on the piano at the end there! Dang!! She is just too good! What a great way to end the show!

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YOU HAVE MADE IT TO THE END! CONGRATULATIONS! 🎊🎉

Thank you so much to all y’all who kept reading these - I hope you enjoyed it! It’s been a pleasure (although a significantly larger project than what I expected at first), but I definitely had fun!

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time after time: reread edition [3]

series summary: After what starts out as a fairly normal mission, you find yourself stuck in a time loop. Which would already be bad enough in itself if it didn’t also mean having to watch Bucky die over and over again.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

word count: 10.1k 💀

chapter warnings: one last reminder to internalize the premise of the fic, i will just assume you know what’s up from this point on; canon-typical violence; mention of alcohol; some more permanent damage; even more banter. please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

read the full chapter here | series masterlist | reread masterlist

after an unexptected second week off (i got sick after going on vacation, yay summer!) we return for the third part of the reread event!! as always, if you're new, this is a reread commentary on already published chapters—an extended a/n, if you will. by clicking on the read more you're going to see spoilers up to and including chapter three 💚

every day's a holiday – tl;dr:

in the flashbacks, the reader officially meets sam and bucky for the first time. after hearing rumors about ULTIMATUM, a newly formed group taking after the flag smashers, sam wants reinforcements to find out more. he knows about twelve's time powers from steve, and cashes in an old favor she owes to steve to get her help. bucky, not knowing anything about her yet, is sceptical.

in the loop, twelve is getting nervous about being unable to stop the loop from repeating. experimenting with the timing of the mission doesn't help; neither does entering the downstairs labs through the tunnels as bucky investigates on his own and lands in an explosion. after more than a week on her own, twelve tells sam about her time loop situation. he insists that bucky be told as well. while going to get coffee, bucky writes a note to himself on twelve's arm and asks her to tell only him about the loop during its next iteration. she does, and they attempt to figure it out together—to no avail, as bucky gets shot through twelve and her wounds stay through the next loop. she decides that they're both going to involve sam again and that she will try to contact strange for help.

behind the loop

i'm not gonna lie to y'all, these chapters are getting harder and harder to summarize. there's a lot going on and i have work tomorrow, so let's just crack on.

believe it or not, when i started writing this fic, no way home wasn’t even out yet and i was absolutely convinced that my whole thing with the tower would be canonically impossible. and then we just never found out who bought avengers tower. so that was that.

Like a pesky little voice of conscience. And on your day off, no less.

the chapters i’ve recently been writing have been more serious as the loop continues, and i kind of miss this really fun narrative side remarks that tell so much about twelve as a character. i really love writing her and her concerning habits.

this flashback is the closest i come in the actual fic in tying the whole thing into canon chronologically, i think. the mcu timeline is an absolute mess, but since tfatws takes place in early 2024-ish and the time loop happens in 2025, that gives us about a year or so that the characters have known each other by the time the main plot starts. that is, in normal human time. at least that’s my headcanon.

“Ah-ah-ah.” You wrangled the mug out of his hands before he had the chance to move, barely resisting the urge to kick his shin for good measure.

even though they’re happening in consecutive chapters, a bit of time passed between me writing the nat flashback and this one. i thought it was very funny that my instinct clearly was that everyone would just start trying to break stuff around her to see if her powers were legit. and isn’t that poetic in a way? (there were no deeper thoughts behind this but wouldn’t it be fun if there were?)

despite me sending all of my characters to therapy in this fic (because let’s face it, they all need it desperately), they’re all so bad at expressing their emotions, honestly. then again, what kind of therapist would actually be able to really help you if you’re a super-powered person who loves going into emotional shut-down and guarding themselves with sarcasm? whoever they are, they’re not getting paid enough.

An entire conversation seemed to pass between the two of them without either saying a single word. Sam held up three fingers with a sly smirk; Bucky ended up rolling his eyes.

i loved that little subtle reference to the big three. i was so proud of that one. also continuing to develop sam and bucky’s friendship partnership next to the actual plot is always fun.

He ignored the question, but the way he looked at you and then crossed his arms made you decide to put salt in his coffee.

yay, another little callback to chapter one!! all these months later and sam still won’t let that one go.

“I’d like to see you try.” […] You’re trying. You really are.

this parallel i actually got complimented on in the past and that made me very happy. i’m always trying to make the shift from the flashback to the main plot the least jarring it can possibly be, and this transition just worked so well. also, bucky’s "oddly bright blue" eyes are a little nod to a wrinkle in time, so there’s another little chapter one parallel for you.

this is the first chapter where the first communication blocks are really starting to kick in. the fact that twelve won’t talk to anyone about what’s actually going on with her despite being stuck in a literal nightmare is so integral to her character. not to get to deep but that whole refusing to get help when you should theoretically be able to do something on your own is something we have in common <3 i’m also sending her through the rest of the stages of grief in this chapter, which was very much on purpose. unsurprisingly, anger was the most fun to write.

It’s not like you can google something like “time loop problem” and come up with a list of practical steps to follow. You know this because you did google, and if you have to read the name Phil Connors one more time you are going to scream.

the different approaches to trying to get bucky through the mission alive were also really interesting to come up with. i made a really bad drawing of how i imagine the setup of the whole facility, but i won’t show that to you because it’s embarrassing. anything you can come up with in your heads probably looks better anyway.

this is also the part where twelve officially gets her nickname!! finally!! why only now, you ask? well, on the one hand, bucky really does only use it in specific situations. on the other hand, i literally only came up with it by the time the first two chapters were already posted and i didn’t want to go back. i remember col was posting in the embers at the time and i loved her reader having a nickname so much i wanted to give mine a special little nickname too. i also had to text two friends to confirm it wasn’t stupid as hell. me? insecure? never.

you know when you’re doing a group project and you’re feeling really good about the work you put in and the direction it’s all going and then someone comes in and completely derails the whole thing? that’s bucky in this loop. i love him, but jfc.

"What the hell did you do, rob an ambulance and take a bath?" […] "I don’t know what your problem with them is, and I don’t need to know. But is it worth more than Bucky’s life?"

i love sam. i love him not taking things seriously until he realizes that they’re serious as hell, and then switching to compassionate and level-headed. i know this is a bucky fic but sam deserves all the appreciation and i truly hope i’m able to show that.

i also like the contrast between his reaction and bucky’s to twelve telling them about the loop. we don’t see the first time bucky gets told, but her incoherent rambling at him while he’s just trying to take it in means so much to me. but we’re not there yet. we’re getting coffee first.

holy shit, i just had to double check but i’m pretty positive that this is our first lucy scene. she was never supposed to be in the fic much, but i’m not gonna lie, she grew on me. she’s based on several of my favourite former colleagues of mine, and this is not the only fic of mine she’s infiltrated. we are all but living in the lucy cinematic universe. on a side note, she got her name because i like the name and also because i’m relatively sure there’s no super relevant lucy in a marvel … thing. i often like to include characters from different marvel properties in my fics (like ULTIMATUM themselves), but i just wanted someone without any obvious ties to anything.

“What do you want?” you turn to Bucky. “Coffee.” “What kind?” “Just … coffee.”

any ordinary days fans in the house tonight?

the coffee quest was another side plot i didn’t expect when setting out to write this fic, but it’s served me so well in establishing their dynamic a little bit more. also, the writing thing!! i’m so fond of twelve not being able to decipher bucky’s handwriting at first. and i like that he just comes up with something so practical on day one of the whole thing.

“Crazy?” His expression hardens somewhat, and an irritated flush appears on his cheeks. “Why is it crazy?”

is it just me or do these two seem to be having two entirely different conversations? :)

You don’t think, moving purely out of instinct.

ah, i do enjoy upping the stakes near the end of the chapter. as if twelve’s whole situation hadn’t sucked enough already. but don’t we all love a good 'patching each other up' scene? i’d say it was worth it but then again i know how it ends. also shout-out to sam once again for being a great friend and a good brother. sarah i love you i hope you’re having a great, calm july 4th. sadly, we have a wizard to seek out.

“What do you say, Barnes? Think you can trust me?”

and isn’t that the whole thesis of the story, really?

how it's going

well. not gonna lie but things are not going according to plan!! after my holiday (which was great by the way, thanks for asking) i went back to work for the two days i was scheduled that week, went home and immediately got sick for eight days. i've only been feeling significantly better yesterday, and so writing hasn't exactly been a priority. regrettably.

but fear not, because today i'm pretty sure i had a breakthrough with the thing i've been struggling with in chapter seven. i'm optimistic i'll be able to write the rest of it over the course of the weekend and then finally move on to chapter eight. which is hopefully gonna be a little shorter for a change. oh, i also wrote a bit of an unexpected bonus chapter today so look forward to that at some point.

i'm still not sure if i want to move my schedule backwards or if i'll try to squeeze in another reread chapter next week. i guess we'll all find out together.

until then, take care of yourselves and i'm always here if you're lonely and stuck in a time loop and just need someone to listen 💚

[artsycloudysleepy]

no one cares but seeing as ISAT has me in a chokehold rn my fav characters in order:

Siffrin

Odile

Loop

Isabeau + Bonnie

Mirabelle

(i am SO sorry mira lovers i love her too it's just i like the others a lil' bit more pls don't sacrifice me /jk)

Reasons why:

(Spoilers for the whole game under cut! This includes the epilogue + 2hats + achievements! I go full-on infodump!!)

Siffrin - I love angst and I love happy endings. I also love seeing a character slowly lose their sanity. Act 5?? when they SNAP?? I was SO excited the whole way through. REVELLING in it. I loved seeing his facial expressions and wording change with each loop (esp the friends -> family -> actors pipeline). I LOVE analysing that stuff!! also i correctly predicted where they came from and did a little dance when confirmed so yay! (for the record i headcanon the Country as in-game version of France or a region nearby, just bc of Mal du Pays' name - fun fact, that translates to 'homesickness'! (cries))

(edit: i now know that Vaugarde is France so uh. idk anymore lol)

(also i'm a sucker for sickfics and delirious characters bc it's so tender and sweet and that scene in act 5/6/whatever?? the way everyone was so concerned for them?? the way that Sif was so desperate to fight the King and break the loops that they willingly went through the whole House, fought every monster by themself, hallucinated his family being there for him to the point he doesn't even originally see the actual photo of himself and instead sees the first photo the family took in the mirror?? not even the ones he faked smiles for, but the one he was genuinely surprised and joyful in??? the fact they were malnourished and burning up when they fought the King and tried anyway to get through it and were still coherent enough to be terrified their family would die?????? how-)

Odile - I got the Sus achievement bc I love other characters figuring another one out, and she's really interesting. I loved her constantly guessing that sif might be a bit off too. Her background made me SO sad and her and Sif's heart-to-hearts in the hangout and the epilogue made me really emotional. And she's kinda hot uhh and her Paper α V helped a lot lol (haha pls help i am a humble lesbian)

also her just wanting to sleep and ignore everyone's chatter at ungodly hours is such a mood honestly. she did not sign up for this lmao

(again the fever stuff with Sif sold me on Dile, too. her checking in on him and monitoring his fever?? the way she was quite obviously incredibly concerned and wanting to make sure they're at least physically okay bc their family dynamic is so strong now?? it destroyed me. I love her sm you have no idea)

Loop - They made me genuinely bawl. I am SO upset I didn't get their boss fight (i didn't know how to unlock it and had no backup saves), but i'll replay ISAT once recovered from looping 71 times. Their BG sold me, otherwise I would have ranked them maybe at Mirabelle's place? I like to think that post-game Sif found them again and forced them to be adoptive siblings. Loop awkwardly being dragged around by Sif who's just happy they're not the only traumatised Sif to exist

Isabeau - Puns. Crushing. Smart jock, buff nerd. What's not to love?? The relationship with Sif was surprisingly gripping - I knew I'd be invested in the gayness dw, but i was worried that would be all there is to his character or that he'd constantly be made the butt of a joke in that regard. but he wasn't!! and the jokes were funny (I loved Odile just third-wheeling constantly)! and the confession was beautiful. I am so happy that he also didn't rush Siff into a relationship: 'yh dw u kinda just died a bunch i'm not in a hurry for u to make up ur mind lol'. also transmasc isa :D

I think also how in Act 5 Isa was the only one to prepare himself for Siff's increasing mania and depression + willing to challenge him back to stand up for himself and their family really sold me. Like, he's not the oblivious crush who's like 'omg siff's amazing haha nothing they ever do is wrong' like some media portrays crushing ppl. He's very aware Sif is an incredibly flawed person (as all ppl are, but esp him at that moment), but he's also very aware that something is causing them to act like this and knows that staying calm and not shouting back is best. He knows they're suffering, even if he doesn't know the extent right then, and wants to help him however he can.

Bonnie - They're adorable and hilarious. I felt so guilty when I tried to feed Sif plantain chips (after getting the trigger about them) and the pineapple bc they were so happy?? and then Sif reacted to it negatively (in one case dying) and I felt SO AWFUL. And when the King killed them I genuinely was in shock. Hand over mouth. I knew 'children in peril' was a tw but I thought they might just get hurt/be in danger; not that (not a personal trigger so was okay with it dw). But I loved that twist. I did not expect that and it was so gripping!!

aaaaand then the Snack Leader is superior regardless! Plus I correctly predicted that they were part of why Sif's blind in one eye and how (guessed he jumped in to save them from a sadness) so i was chuffed at that. I also loved how they were written really realistically for a child their age - most media seems to portray pre-teens (tho i see Bonnie more as a 10.5-11yo who says they are a preteen anyway) as obnoxious/idiotic/babyish, or write their dialogue as if they have never spoken to or been a child in their life.

Mirabelle - OKAY I KNOW I'LL GET PPL MAD ABT THIS I'M SORRY. SHE IS THE AROACE ICON AND I LOVE HER BELIEVE ME! I just didn't really feel as strongly abt her than the rest?? idk i mean maybe it's bc i'm atheist and don't really relate to the religious narrative as much (the guilt over being aroace being tied to the Change belief). I related to her a lot on the aspec front, just less on the other part? so maybe she's just not the character i can relate to as much. Still, I love her and will protect her with my life 🧡💛🤍🩵💙

[cranberrymelk]

YIPPEE!!!!!!!!! :happydance:

i finally finished the first out of possibly many parts of my media mega posts. the first part only took me a while because it took me a really long time to decide whether if i really wanted to have 5 or 10 things on those mega posts, but i ultimately decided on 5 because the draft for 10 was LOOOONG. also some of the other stuff like adding, removing and just other general editing stuff. the titles of each and every thing on the post were supposed to be color coded but it didnt happen at the end unfortunately. sad.

i also decided to change the layout of my page on desktop for no reason other than because i wanted to. pretty valid reason if u ask me!

that being said tho im definitely gonna try to work as hard as i can to finish the next part and get started on the third. im already deep into it with it having 2 1/2 of the posts done, so all i gotta do is just finish the other 2 1/2, polish it up and it’ll be done! 

7 1/2 down... 19 more to go!!!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyways im genuinely glad i was able to get this done and im really excited to get the next part done. in the meantime listen to Roll Me In from the katamari damacy soundtrack on loop while the next part gets done.

thank u byebye

[foeyayshippingweakness]

🎶, 🤩, and 🤭 for the ask meme if you'd be so kind

I'm enthusiastically inclined!! :))

🎶 for music I listen to whilst I write... it's a mix-up for me. I think I write/work best in complete silence, but also, when I put music on, I can achieve that same concentration and tune the music out as subconscious white noise? I try to listen to whatever suits the mood - for persona 4 (golden) or adayu, I like looping a corner of memories like a madman. for my brief forray into tommary, the teen wolf song who are you, really as well as this other one called blood in the cut were all I listened to for an entire winter and then some, though I never ended up posting any of it, haha. for my invisible era of eobarry in the flash fandom, the song another way out thanks to this one edit made the song everything for me. for more amoral enemies to lovers pairings, my go-to is this foe yay playlist I've had for over half a decade on spotify. this is the one I've been looping most as of late, and they're all made of songs I particularly liked from several of this one-sided spy/sniper fic's ambience playlists on 8tracks. for alex rider, it's got to be these three playlists for june, july, and august when I first got into the fandom and was incredibly hyperfixated on ar and yalex. for any complicated pairing ever, the song make me wanna die—courtesy of an ancient steter amv on youtube that I can no longer find probably because it’s long gone—is blast it at full volume and embrace the emo type vibe. sorry for all the links sdkfjsklsjdf if you can't tell, I'm super invested in answering everyone's asks!!

🤩 favorite character to write? I'm quite a snarky, blunt, and sarcastic person IRL and I've got plenty of one-liners to spare which also means characters ready to quip at any and all times are both the easiest to write and my favorites. I've not published any yet, but I've got several WIPs featuring your friendly neighborhood spiderman that have convinced me writing peter parker is nothing short of fun, though his quips don't usually have as much mean-spirited bite behind them. likewise I haven't posted anything for teen wolf, but stiles is the same way except that he can be a little bit meaner and mean it, too. lastly, alex rider my beloved and his matter-of-factly one-liners. canonically he's all "it looks like I sleighed him" or in response to a certain someone being crushed, "I'd have been disappointed, too." they come so naturally to me when I'm writing, and it's super fun to reread lines that seem to fit so well for the characters!

🤭 according to ao3, my most used tags are light angst... followed by angst, LOL. my personal favorite tag to use, however, is the "gen or pre-slash" tag, thanks to suzie. ever since I discovered its existence, I've been using it profusely in all my fics that lean more toward gen than slash. it's a gen fic according to the relationships, pairings, and orientations tag, yes, but that gen or pre-slash tag I've slapped on is me telling everyone to come get a pair of slash goggles free of charge, if they'd like. like those people who hand out opera glasses at the opera. it feels like the exact opposite of those "don't read this as a ship fic" warnings hahaha. it's gen, but also feel free to read it as slashy as you'd like!! I adore this tag.

[the-kittylorian-writes]

I have a story- well, more worldbuilding I guess?- question for ya! What drew you to Din/Omera as a pairing? Follow up, are there any common fandom assumptions about the pairing that you would like to correct?

(Reassurance: I don’t Do fandom drama, this isn’t a setup for a gotcha or anything, I just like learning how people think. My favorite pairing is Din/too tired for any of this nonsense, so it’s not like I have a ship to defend anyway. 😜)

Yay, there it is! Haha thank you for the ask! 😁💚

Okay, get ready for quite a lengthy explanation! 😂 Grab some hot cocoa and melt into a blankie. 🛌

It all started (here we go) when I saw the tv spot trailer/ad-edit trailer where scenes from the Sorgan episode kept playing. And this is a trailer ad that plays on loop unless you close the ad window (i hate those 🥲). I remember reacting to that trailer with annoyance over the prospect of a “forced romantic subplot” which had been a scourge for me personally, and I’ve enjoyed The Mandalorian season 1 so far without the MC (the then unnamed Din Djarin) strung with a romantic interest to spoil the adventure. But when the Sorgan episode aired, I was pleasantly surprised that the “romantic scenes” (in quote marks because they were subtle… maybe except those long-ish beats of Din and Omera just staring at each other… lol) were not in-your-face cheesy and cringe-worthy, at least for me. It was all in the body language, especially the scene where Omera tried to slowly take off Din’s helmet (which, I believe is a controversial take in the fandom but I’ll circle back to that one in a minute). I guess I meant to say that I was blown away with how wrong I was 🤣, about how I expected such scenes to keep me from watching the rest of the show. I don’t take that sort of effect on me lightly. I ended up being awed with how ambiguous yet implied the “romance” (or at least, a small spark) was depicted in that episode. In other words—my silly arse got converted from cynicism and Mandomera slowly grew on me. Also there’s this old trope of a hardened warrior finally getting tired of being constantly in peril and wanting a more peaceful existence, coupled with homespun Sorgan and a gentle widow who happens to be a crack shot, there was something there that tickled me pink. HOWEVER, I was also relieved that at the end of the episode, Din decided he’d rather not stay (and also Grogu’s life was still in danger so they had to be on the run again). Because hey… I don’t want the single dad warrior guy main plotline saddled with baggage other than the lone wolf and cub adventures. (I’ll be lying, though, if i said that I wouldn’t want Din to return to Sorgan in the future before the entire series concludes. 🙈)

But, as I said earlier, the pairing grew on me. Tough but jaded warrior guy + soft and nurturing but capable woman is a mix I kinda fell for first with Aragorn and Arwen from LOTR (yep… debatable, but yep 😅). It’s also a plus that Omera seems non-judgmental and Din just relayed very personal information to her in a heartbeat. I thought at first that it could be a flaw of convenience script-wise, but it did work for me anyway. Pedro Pascal’s voice acting also did great favors for Din in all his Sorgan scenes with Omera. 😵

Bottomline: I had tried to find reasons to dislike the Din and Omera dynamic in the show, but realized that the dynamic was done in a way where I can not only forgive it, but accept it. And then I slowly became a fan. Lol!

Now on to the controversial bit: that scene where Omera seemingly takes off Din’s helmet without his permission. I beg to disagree, at least personally. At that point of the episode, Din already had trusted Omera enough to leave Grogu under her care. Whatever defenses Din had built around himself with Sorgan and Omera herself were not there anymore. So I believed it was also a point safe enough for Omera to lay both hands on Din’s helmet without Din reacting defensively or aggressively opposing it. And Omera also did it slowly, allowing Din time to change his mind or at least say “no”—which he did, but Din even sounded gently remorseful about his decision not to stay. I think the episode up to that point had the characters establish silent agreements or cues between themselves, and I feel it’ll break the flow of the scene if Omera outright said “May I remove your helmet?” Body language between the two actors was directed skillfully enough to relay words that don’t have to be announced (kudos to Bryce Dallas Howard 😍). Again, at least for me! I know there are those who see the development too rushed, etc but I didn’t see that. I guess it’s a matter of intention from the director and interpretation of the audience.

So yeah hahaha this was quite the long answer. 😮‍💨 I may have even missed a few spots but I hope you find it satisfactory so far. 😋 I do agree as well that an ultimate ship should be Din/too tired, fed up, fck ths sht i’m getting some sleep *cries under his helmet* or Din/Dad Responsibilities! 😆😆

[sukirichi]

good girl (m.)

You’re such a good wife to Naoya that he rewards you for your obedience.

request. naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man’s gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj)

cw. explicit smut, riding, dirty talk WITH praising bcos why not, dom! husband naoya, sexism, overstimulation, creampie, lots of kissing, titty sucking, you might end up liking naoya and that’s a warning

note. LISTEN. this is purely self indulgent even if this is a request. my bestie requested this to me anyway so ik she won’t mind i pictured myself as the reader :) so if you don’t like how the reader and naoya was portrayed, that’s a you problem :) EDITED BECAUSE IT’S NAOYA YAY, also got inspired by @caizen​ ‘s ask about naoya wanting his wife to not bow too deep because he wants to see her face :)

[part of the trophy wife collection]

Being Naoya Zen’in’s trophy wife required a lot of things. You had to be immaculate, précised, refined and full of dignity in everything you did. He already did the work all by himself just to keep the house running, his hard work the only reason you were able to live such a comfortable, luxurious life. On top of that, you had an extremely powerful man trusting you to welcome him every night, and who were you to not fulfill your duty as his wife well?

The moment the black limousine parked on the driveway, the guards lined on duty opening the doors of him and the rest of the house staff greeting him, you were already in front of everyone.

Keep your head down, but don’t look too hard at your feet. Naoya-sama wants to see your face – his lovely wife’s face – upon his arrival.

He would never say it out loud, but five years and counting of marriage with him meant you knew him better than anyone. Through his confident and arrogant self, Naoya worried about a lot of things, you included. There were times he’d wake up in the middle of a nightmare in which he lost you, his arms scrambling to find your body to press it against his for reassurance. You were there, you would always be there, but the confirmation never hurt.

You bowed down to him, skin cleared, cheeks flushed, and lips glossy – all telltales of a happy, nurtured wife who was well taken care of – present before him. And you were beautiful too; the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“Welcome home, Naoya-sama.”

Naoya’s shoulders immediately relaxed at the sight of you dressed in your yukata, hair done perfectly and hands clasped politely in your lap. He tried not to let it show too much though, even though his staff had watched him grow up, he needed to keep his pride as the clan leader. Not even his precious wife could make him tear down his walls in public, though you did not need to worry about his brash attitude, following him inside three steps behind as he’d instructed.

He loosened his tie and dismissed the other servants, locking the door of your shared room. “Is my tea prepared?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, mixed with jasmine just as you like.”

Naoya’s hands stilled on his tie. His gaze fluttered over yours, eyes still ducked down to the floor with a small smile playing on your lips, one that said welcome home in more ways than one.

The sight of you – so compliant and meek as ever – stirred something deep within his heart. His whole life, he believed women were useless, creatures that were below him. Until now, he held firm in that, but fuck, you were always so open and willing to do everything he asked that he could feel himself hardening in his pants. Women may be useless, but once they followed his orders and praised him so heavenly the way you did?

He fucking loved it.

Naoya’s tie went flying the other room, his cock swelling in his pants as he tugged you by your wrist. You landed on the mattress behind you, watching with a heaving chest as your husband crawled above you. His gaze felt predatory, dark eyes hooded with lust while he planted his knees beside your waist, his fingers looped with yours.

You smiled sweetly up at him, so temptingly sweet his resolve broke for a split second. He captured your lips to taste you on him, the sounds of your husband’s satisfied hum making your chest puff out with pride.

Everyone may look down on you for marrying such a ‘horrible’ man like him, calling you stupid and immoral, even going as far as claiming you were nothing but a dumb cock-hungry slut, but Naoya – even you – knew better. You were not foolish; in fact, no one could handle Naoya’s attitude better than you did, and you were smart enough to keep buying that strawberry flavored lip balm he loved so much, causing your husband to squeeze your palms.

“Good girl,” he mumbled absentmindedly, the praises shooting heat flush to your core. “You’re so good for me, you know that?” he peppered kisses all over your skin, a gesture so rare that you were panting underneath him, resisting the urge to rub your legs together.

Naoya was extremely skillful in bed, his virility as a man not to be looked down on for his ability to render you immobile to walk, throat sore and voiceless for a few days truly impressive. But he was different today; his usual tight grip the same but laced with a want that went beyond than lust. You could never say it out loud, especially not around him, but it was clear – Naoya treated you with affection and care.

“I’m very lucky to have found such a submissive woman like you, but that’s not true is it? Women like you aren’t found, you’re trained,” he harshly tugged the first layers of your yukata to the side, exposing the sensitive flesh of your collarbone that was free for him to mark. “Have I trained you well, my wife?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, trained me so good,” you rasped out, bringing your legs forward, only for it to bump against the sides of his waist.

Naoya sucked on your skin until he was sure he’d completely marked his territory, the grazing sensation of his teeth so erotic and passionate along with his clothed cock rubbing into your folds. His hand trailed down your waist, yanking the ties of your clothes apart. You gasped as he teasingly rubbed your clit, even going as far as to roll it between his strong fingers. “For you, ah, I’d do anything for you, Naoya-sama.”

“It’s my love when we’re in the sheets,” he corrected you, “When a woman knows her place and obeys me so well, a good girl like you deserves to be rewarded,” hearing your small whines at his words, Naoya chuckled at your skin. “Do you want that? Want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes, p-please, I need you,” you moaned wantonly, gathering the courage to lift your hips up and grind it against his erection. He surprised you by not pushing you away, so you kept going, slathering your wetness all over the front of his pants. “Fuck me, my love, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Naoya smirked, standing up to rid himself of his pants and belt. You whined at the loss of contact and sat up on your elbows, legs spread wide open as you feasted on the delectable way he discarded his clothing one by one. His fat cock, red and flushed with pre-cum, slapped against his toned upper body.

You would’ve groaned at his bare beauty, but he’d already crawled on top of you once more, completely ridding you of the multiple layers of modest clothing you wore, revealing a redolent set of white lace.

Naoya narrowed his eyes at the nearly transparent thong, his hands cupping your seeping cunt with a low hum. “Is this for me? Did my pretty baby get dressed up for me?” you nodded eagerly, pathetically reaching upwards to wrap your arms around him. You were growing needy, soft yet desperate as your stuttered gasps hovered on his ear. “Were you thinking of me the whole time I was away for work?”

“I always think of you, my love,” you breathed out, “Your smile, your voice, your lips, your hands,” legs twitching, you dared run your knee to brush his forearm, the teasing and confident movement earning you a seductive, warning glare from your dominant husband. But oh – you were just starting to have your fun. “Your cock inside me.”

“Naughty little girl,” he snickered, grabbing your hand and shoving it deep inside your panties. That evoked a high-pitched moan from you as your nails grazed against your shaved pussy, Naoya’s smirk present the harder he pressed your palm on yourself. “Did you touch yourself? Pleasure yourself like this?” He was testing you, reminding you of his power and authority, trying to see if you would break his rules that he’d been so firm into fucking deep into your skull.

Naughty as you might be sometimes, you never forgot your place. You were daring, but never in your wildest dreams would you dare go against him. Not because you were plain weak and submissive, but simply because the thought of pleasing him more and feeding his ego was far more satisfying.

You shook your head, pitiable tears already shining through. “N-no, I would never. Only you can make me feel good, just you, mmh.”

Naoya groaned deep in his throat, satisfied at your answer. “You’re always so sweet for me,” he says, leaning over to knee your legs open wider. He situated himself between your body, slow and sensual in removing your bra and panties, the lacy material disappearing somewhere on the black marbled floors. You laid there, vulnerable and wanting, clutching at his biceps as he grinded his cock on your puffy folds. “Have I ever told you’re the perfect little wife? So fucking needy for me always, fuck. This pussy was made for me.”

“This pussy is yours,” you acquiesced, breathing hard when Naoya pulled away to peer at your body. He liked his wife to be healthy, strong and ready to carry his child whenever he wanted, and his hands squeezed your hips appreciatively.

“I exist purely to serve you, my love,” you vowed, “I have no other purpose than to make you feel good and love you. You’re my everything, the world and more.”

He’d looked at you with lust before, the desire pooling in his eyes always making you feel wanted, but this was different. Naoya would never let those cursed three words fall from his mouth, but it shone clearly in his eyes anyway. He gazed at your curves and dips so lovingly that your arousal peaked, slick coating his cock from where he was slowly teasing your cunt with his tip.

Unable to hold back any longer, Naoya flipped you over. Your breath knocked out from your chest at the sudden movement, his hands tugging at your wrist to pull you close to him. He leant back on the bed, kissing you feverishly all the while keeping you shaking on his thigh. Due to your wetness gushing, you slid down his muscular thigh, and you moaned at the contact. “As I should be,” Naoya nibbled at your lips, his harsh words contrasting the tenderness of his hold on you. “You’re nothing to me if you can’t even do something as simple as that.”

You nodded with no hesitation, fully accepting that you were purely his now – and you would honestly not have it otherwise.

Naoya helped you lift your hips up, shushing you with a slap on your ass when you stared at him nervously.

Every time Naoya fucked you, he was direct and simple. He preferred to have you on all fours where he could focus on his own pleasure, or sometimes he would rather cum upon seeing your fucked-out face, the image of your tongue lolled out while he fucked you on oblivion enough to make him nut right away.

But now he was guiding your arms around his neck, kissing the sides of your lips as if to answer your silent questions. “Sit on my cock, baby, I’ll reward you for your obedience tonight,” he said, his cock twitching as he directed your entrance right above his cock. Naoya slid you down, allowing you to feel inch by inch, thick vein upon one another – sliding inside you and stretching you out so good. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead on his, teeth locked on your bottom lip as he bottomed out.

Fuck, you’d never felt so full.

However, Naoya wasn’t pleased. He clenched his jaw and tapped your bottom lip, scolding you with his mean glare. “Don’t hold back when you scream my name, you understand? Cherish this moment – I won’t always care about your pleasure. You should thank me for this.”

“I-I will!”

Torturous. That was how you would describe it. You had never been this close to him before; not in this position and angle. Each lift of your hips caused your hardened nipples to brush over his muscular chest, his attention sorely focused on the way you bounced on his cock.

Something about holding him this close felt so intimate, breaths tangled and moans shared, along with the pleasure delivered into your bodies with the way you were rolling your hips along his length.

“Still so fucking tight for me,” he said through gritted teeth, “I love this pussy so much, fuck, you’re mine. Just mine, all mine,” Naoya eventually lost it, hooking his arms under your armpits and feet flat on the bed. You kept screaming his name like a prayer, the worship falling from your lips like a broken record driving him to fuck into you faster. He’d had enough of your pace; he’d been good enough that now it was his turn to fuck you, and you were glad he did because his fast, brutal pace was so mind-numbing.

Naoya hitched you up higher until your chin rested above his hair, your breasts right at his mouth. He sucked and bit at the soft flesh angrily, grip so tight on your hips you were hissing from the pain. At the same time, it felt so fucking good unlike everything you’ve ever felt.

“My perfect fucking wife—a quiet, compliant wife is worth more than gold, baby. You’re my fucking treasure.”

Naoya thrusted hard and deep until the bed was creaking, mattress dipped from both your weight. The room felt so foggy with your lovemaking and you tightened around him, crying as he kept hitting that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars. “I’m c-coming!” you whined helplessly, hugging your husband deep to your chest while your fingers tugging at his hair. “Naoya, please!”

“Then come for me,” he nibbled at your ear, delivering another hard slap at your ass. “I’m allowing you to. Come. Make a mess around me.”

“Oh my gosh, ugh, fuck,” you came around him hard, your orgasm making you shake. He still wasn’t done, but his breathless murmurs of close, I’m so close had you holding him tighter, whispering dirty words in his ear to assist your husband into reaching his high. The oversensitivity of him plowing into you even after you came was too much, but you took it all like the good wife you were. Biting the protests down at your tongue, you rode him to meet his hips thrust by thrust, his balls snapping at your ass. “Mmmh, I love you, I love you. I-I love you.”

“As you should, baby. You’re supposed to love me,” Naoya devoured your mindless babbling by sliding his tongue inside your mouth, his hips stilling inside for a moment. Fingers clutching desperately to him, you shut your eyes tight, cunt dripping as Naoya spilled his seed deep inside you.

You kissed him one last time in refusal to let go, but Naoya wasn’t having any of it. He was very iffy every after sex that you had no choice but to pull away from him, wincing as he pulled out.

He stumbled into the bathroom afterwards while you laid there on the soiled sheets, weakly fisting the pillow beneath you. You were so fucked out, tired after a long day of managing everything he wanted you to take care of. To be fucked good by your husband…there was truly no better way of life.

Just as you were drifting off, you felt something damp sliding over your inner thighs. You blinked sleepily at a silent Naoya, sending him a small smile as he wiped both your cum away. He left the towel inside the bathroom before he came back, sliding his white shirt over your frame and tugging a fresh pair of his boxers to your legs. Aftercare with Naoya…while it wasn’t impossible, it also wasn’t a daily occurrence. Your heart kept fluttering inside your chest, that feeling blooming harder when he slid under the sheets beside you, his strong arms pulling you taut in his chest.

His skin remained mark free. You knew Naoya hated being marked; reminding you all the time he wanted to be flawless. You respected that and pressed a deep kiss on the spot above his heart instead, madly and hopelessly in love as you traced circles on his bare chest.

You could stay like this forever, in the warmth and safety of your husband’s arms, but you still had wifely duties to fulfill. Naoya had already done his, prompting you to lean up to trace kisses at his sharp jaw, sweet and docile as ever as you asked, “Naoya…how was work today?”

“Same as usual.”

That meant he didn’t want to talk about it, so you didn’t pry further.

“You need to rest and regain your strength so you can work hard again tomorrow,” you mumbled sleepily, “I’ve already planned your meals for the next week. We’re going plant-based for a while, you need it.”

Naoya remained silent. You would’ve assumed he’d fallen asleep if it wasn’t for his hand caressing your back in a manner so gentle that seemed so alien with him, the strangeness of it all intensified when you looked up at his face, only to see that he had already been studying your features a long time before. There was an unsettled frown on his face, one that you tried to smoothen away with the pads of your fingertips. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I’ve already forgotten about all my worries. They don’t matter anymore,” he whispered, his voice way too soft. It fit the atmosphere, however, whatnot with the newfound intimacy that you basked in. Suddenly, Naoya cupped your cheek, utterly serious as he croaked out, “Baby.”

“Hmm.”

“Do you love me?”

You didn’t have to think twice about it. The answer would be – “Always and forever.”

However, Naoya wasn’t satisfied. He needed more, wanted to understand more, craved to find a logical reason behind your devotion to him.

“Why?” he demanded, “What is it about me you love so much?”

“Everything,” you confessed, the love so clear in your eyes that even for a small moment, Naoya felt like he understood now. “You’re perfect to me, Naoya. I’m glad you’re the one I’m spending my life with. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

“But why?”

“Because,” you giggled, “You’re handsome, you’re caring even if you don’t show it that much, you’re smart, ambitious, hardworking and the best husband I could ask for,” Naoya opened his lips, probably to ask a stupid why again, until you cut him off, silencing your odd husband with a kiss. Thankfully, Naoya gave in, relaxing at your touches. “Loving you is second nature to me. It’s not living if it’s not loving you.”

Although he didn’t – and would never say I love you – he had his own way of expressing it. He let you know that he shared the same stance at you, staring deep into your eyes while he cupped your cheek, surprisingly somber as he proudly said, “I made the right decision of marrying you.”

“I’m glad you don’t regret it.”

“I could never regret it,” he whispered back, but you had already fallen asleep. That night, you dreamt no more. There was no need to when everything you’ve ever wanted was already right there at your reach, and Naoya joined you long after, the faint linger of a loving kiss a husband only ever gave to his wife the last thing you felt before you faded off into dreamland.

[samsseptember]

Samtember2022!

Hi Sam Wilson nation, this is a bit last minute but, a few of us decided to get together and make samtember2022 happen. YAY!!! 🎉

This fan event will be running from Thursday, September 1st to Friday, September 30th and it is meant to celebrate Sam Wilson’s birthday✨

This page is for the creators in the Sam Wilson fandom to share their works, and there will be prompts set for each day:

September 1 - Free choice 

September 2 - Boat | Fishing  

September 3 - Running | Workout

Captain America Week:

September 4 - Uniform | Cap suit 

September 5 - On a mission | Undercover

September 6 - Redwing | Technology

September 7 - Shield | Legacy 

September 8 - Foreign language | International

September 9 - Cap Quartet | New Team 

September 10 - Meet and Greet | Meeting fans 

Angst/ AU Week:

September 11 -  Forgotten | Memory

September 12 - Secrets | Unspoken

September 13 - Dreams | Nightmares

September 14 - Wings | Angel

September 15 - Birds | Telepathic powers 

September 16 - Variant | Multiverse

September  17 - Time Travel | Time loop

Fun / Party Week:

September  18 - Carnival | King of Mardi Gras  

September  19 - Unexpected | Twist 

September  20 - Leather Jacket | Clothing 

September  21 - Weekend getaway | Trip 

September  22 - Party | Night out

September  23 - Cake cake cake 🎂🧁

September  24 - Drunk | Hungover

Fluff / Family Week:

September  25 - Family Recipe | Cooking

September  26 - Rainy day | Cozy

September  27 -  Renovation | House chores

September  28 - Family | Uncle Sam

September  29 - Siblings | Sarah & Gideon Wilson 

September  30 - Home | Louisiana  alt. prompt Goodbyes. 

We have opened a collection on AO3 that can be found here, or by searching  samtember2022. You can also tag any works you post with #samtember2022 or tag this blog @samtember2022​ - works will be reblogged every day throughout the month. 

Can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with! 

FAQs are listed under the cut:

What works count for this fan event?

The following works count:

fanfic

podfic

fanart

gifsets

photosets / mood boards

graphics

Haikus

videos / edits

playlists

Whichever way you want to celebrate Sam Wilson, it’s up to you! 

Q&A after the cut.

Q. Are there any length, sizing, etc. requirements for works in this event?

A. No.

Q. Do I have to sign up?

A. No.

Q. Do I have to make something for each prompt / day of the month?

A. You can make as many or as few works for the prompts as you wish; you do not have to make a work for every day or prompt.

Q. Are NSFW postings allowed?

A. Yes, NSFW postings are welcome, just make sure to tag them appropriately.

Q. Can I come up with my own prompt?

A. Yes, but please stick to posting these under Day 1: Free Choice. Other works posted must follow the prompt(s) of the specific posting day.  

Q. Do I have to wait to post on certain dates?

A. Since each date corresponds with a specific theme and prompt(s), we do ask that you wait to post on the day designated for each theme / prompt(s).

Q. Can I use more than one prompt per work?

A. Yes! Though the prompts were intended to create variety, you are more than welcome to combine prompts within a certain theme, i.e. for family week you can do Family recipe + Siblings for Day 29. You can even implement ALL of the prompts of the week in the same work if you feel up to the challenge!

Q. What if I create a work that incorporates two prompts from different posting days?

A.This is allowed, so your posting date would be up to your discretion. For example, if you wrote a fic that was both about Family and Party, you could post your work on either Day 22 or Day 28.

Q. Can I use this event to re-promote something I’ve already created?

A. No; this event is only for new, original works. This means that the fic, fanart, video, gifset, etc. that you’ve created must have been first posted during this event.

Q. Can I post a multi-chaptered fic if it isn’t completed?

A. You can post a multi-chaptered fic and it does not have to be completed as long as you post at least the first chapter on the designated posting date for your prompt.

Q. Can I include other characters/ships in my works?

A. Side characters and side ships are fine, but this is a Sam Wilson event, the main focus of your works must be on Sam.

Have any other questions?

Please feel free to submit any other questions in the ask box, or reach out to either @samwilsonsb4be or @sammy-souffle.

[annarts05]

Ways to Be Less Insecure About Your Writing When It Feels Unoriginal or Inadequate :)))

I’m bored, I’m tired, and I just updated my playlist. So you know what time it is. Time for me to rant about insecurity and writing!!! Yay. Let’s go. 

Second-guessing your plot? Feel like your story is unoriginal? Think your prose sucks and sounds ugly? Constantly compare yourself to other writers that you love? Your characters not feeling quite as cool as other characters created by other, super talented writers?

Sound familiar?

I wish I could make everyone like their writing, but obviously I can’t do that. Feeling badly about writing is not pleasant. I personally get really stressed when I feel insecure about my creative arts. And that sucks. A lot. Makes me really miserable if I’m being honest. In addition, my creative juices suffer and I don’t let the ideas flow nearly as smoothly since they’re “not good enough.”

Embrace that it’s your writing. 

Accept that your writing is yours. You’ll never write exactly like your idol because you write like you. That’s what makes it special and why readers love specific authors. When a writer truly embraces their style and preferred stories, that’s when things really kick into gear. 

Why would you want to change the best thing about your writing? Embrace the things that make it special and the things that make it you. And roll with it. 

Accept that sometimes it’ll suck, and you’ll need to edit. 

If I said that all of your writing sessions are going to be fruitful and result in glorious prose with perfect character exchanges on the first try just because you’ve embraced your own writing style and preferred tropes...I would be lying. 

Sometimes, the words won’t come nicely. You won’t end up with the best chapter ever on your first, second, or even third go. You can always edit. 

Sometimes you just need to get the words down, no matter how ugly it might feel. You can’t edit words that don’t exist. 

"The practice is not the means to the output; the practice is the output, because the practice is all we can control.” - Seth Godin. 

Bam.

Whenever you write, it’s not just practice for some bigger eventual goal, to write like X or to one day write a story as great as Y. What you can write now is all you have control of, and you can just sit there happy in the knowledge that if you’re trying, you’re doing the best you can. 

You’ll improve over time. Just keep going and enjoy the now. 

Do fun stuff for a positivity boost.

Like mood boards or playlists. Doodle characters. Make up headcanons for your characters (that can become canon if you want ehehe, it’s your story). 

Do some fun, less stressful and less work-heavy stuff if you just want to reignite some passion for your project or take a more fun-oriented approach to the whole writing gig. 

It might be just what you need to feel a little more content with your writing, you never know.

Don’t compare yourself to other writers. 

Yeah, yeah, heard this one before. But it’s true, okay?

And it loops directly back around to the whole “embrace your own style.” 

You’re you. They’re them. Simple as that.

If you want to write in a similar style to another author, or you want to write a book that’s kind of like your favorite, go ahead. In fact, please do if that’s what you want to write. Write what makes you happy, but not because you feel like you need to be like X. 

Don’t get worried that your characters and plot aren’t original.

The basic 7 plots are there for a reason, and almost all stories fall into at least one of them. Aka...all stories are, at the core, kind of unoriginal. It’s the layers on top of the bare bone structure that make the stories unique. So don’t go, “This isn’t original, so I have to keep thinking of new plots.” No, no, no. If you keep trying to think of new plots or new characters that aren’t like those other ones you saw on that TV show, you’ll never get anywhere because you’ll never make it past the bare bone structure. You need to take a concept that is, at its core, technically unoriginal, and dig deeper. 

Dig deeper. Flesh out motivations, plot details, cool facts about your world. Embrace the bare bone structure, and go with it. 

And find more inside it. Go where your heart and head go. 

That’s how you make something unique. 

Write all the stuff you love. 

Favorite tropes, character hair colors, cool names that you’ve always liked. 

Whatever you want. If you write the stuff that makes you happy and that you’re passionate about, you’re more likely to keep up with it and actually finish a project. If you like a good uncle-nephew dynamic (ahhh, one of my favorites....There’s a reason I used that as an example), write it. Please. I beg of you. Trust me, readers out there who love the same thing will be eternally grateful. 

Especially for those obscure tropes? I don’t see uncle-nephew dynamics very often, and if someone gave me more of it...oh ho ho. 

Remember that readers and writers see things completely differently. 

Where writers think, “This is unoriginal,” or “This is boring,” or whatever the issue may be, readers think of it as, “Oh, wow! I get two stories that are both special in their own ways, but they have very similar themes, tropes, plots, whatever!” They want to read what they love. So why worry about it being “unoriginal” or if the readers simply want more of that?

They want more of it. So write it if you want. 

Readers will read stories about two very similar characters with different names falling in love in hundreds of different ways...and they want to read it again.

So. You can do things that have been done before. Okay?

Write it. I dare you. 

[anonsally]

birds

A few more bird updates! Campanile falcons, birdwatching this morning, and a reply about a previous birdwatching outing.

The Campanile peregrine falcons fledged today! The female, named Lindsay [after the wildlife rehabilitation facility that treated Grinnell when he was injured in the autumn], went first, which is unusual, but I suspect she was the one who hatched first. She hopped down to the “fledge ledge” a little before 6am, and took her first flight before any of the Fledge Watch volunteers had arrived. When they got there, they spotted her on top of one of the campus libraries. Yay! And then this evening her little brother Grinnell Jr. jumped out and flew a little loop back to the nest level at the Campanile, and then a minute later he took a longer flight and landed in a tree. 

This morning, I went birdwatching with a friend, but we didn’t make it to the salt marsh. Instead, we went to some mudflats when the tide was starting to come in after a very low tide. We saw lots of birds, including some I hadn’t really managed to identify before and also several “high-quality” birds:

 4 American avocets

at least one whimbrel

lots and lots of marbled godwits (I reported 60), though some were far away and could have been whimbrels or curlews or dowitchers or something else. 

at least 60 brown pelicans, some juvenile or immature [@lies, is there a technical difference between juvenile and immature? I feel like there probably is.]--they are ridiculous creatures. 

2 great blue herons being tall and dorky

1 great egret, flying

at least 30 snowy egrets

3 black-crowned night herons! which is more than I usually see in one outing

a barn swallow

a bunch of (20?) cliff swallows

at least 3 northern rough-winged swallows, we think based on Merlin’s sound ID and the fact that some of the swallows didn’t have the coloration of the cliff swallow. 

I was especially pleased about the swallows, which I normally struggle to identify--having someone else with me who is more familiar with swallows helped, and also there were enough of them swooping pretty nearby that we were able to get a good look. The cliff swallows and northern rough-winged swallows were new to my eBird life list. 

A reply about a previous birdwatching outing:

lies said: I’ve usually seen “peep sp.” used to lump together Calidris shorebirds like western sandpiper and least sandpiper. From your report a fledgling black-necked stilt sounds like a good guess. Did it look like the young bird in this beautiful photo by Dorian Anderson? macaulaylibrary.org/ass…

What a great photo! Yes, that does look like what I saw, as far as I remember. Very cute! Should I edit the list to say it was a black-necked stilt baby?

[m00n-pr1sm]

Saskia Typology

Rewatching sbb scenes at 1am on a school night bc why the hell not and my current Saskia typing opinions

Estj (te-se), so1, 136, FVEL, SCOEI, choleric (dom), and I know like nothing on typing in socionics but SLE would be hot idk

fun fact when I first watched I was the biggest entp Saskia truther

Very up in the air and speculative but hey I want to actually get better at typing characters so yay practice

Edit: leaning more towards SCOEN (actually I’m not really sure (big 5 always gives me trouble for some reason) but SCOEI ehhh I’ll take it), 173 atm ^^

Maybe 7 core?? (sp7), I think te-se estj is compatible w it. Probably going to over analyze a line or two and refresh my knowledge on enneagram lol

24 hours later so this will inevitably devolve into what I’m coining typology hell

-enneagram it’s a fight between 1,6,7 (oh enneagram you of course it’s you)

-I’m not sure if FVEL or FEVL fit more, but honestly on 2nd thought I really don’t see 2V and I think I’m still hung up on 3E Lena so maybe a possible bias there. 3V manifests itself in a really interesting way, I do think it fits Saskia more than the passive attitude of 2V. (I def think she’s 1F but maybe not 4L? Maybe FLVE??, I’ll probably do some reading on clubs/sextas)

-SCOEI I do about 10 million brain spirals until I just loop back to my initial conclusions

I know the psychosophy is contradicting I’LL FIGURE IT OUT!! I PROMISE!!!

She’s prob just ET(S), sp7, 713, FLVE, SCOEI, choleric (dom) lol (I want her typology)

[laufire]

February Stuff

Published fanfic:

-fairy tale rules. Supernatural; Castiel/Sam. For Season of Drabbles, s14e15, humour. 300 words. Prompt: “Sam & Cas in that Stepford 1950s town from season 14. Cas  tries a variety of different ways to try and break Sam out of that spell, with each attempt growing more and more ludicrous. But the only thing that will break the spell is a kiss.” 

-Marcus Keane, Satanic Erotica Novelist. The Exorcist; Marcus/Tomás. For Seasons of Drabbles, crack. 600 words. My contribution to making priest/satanic erotica novelist the hot new trope in honour of the motherland xD

-pillow talk. Lost in Space; John/Maureen, discussions of other poly arrangements. For Season of Drabbles. 100 words.

-wedding bells. CW’s Nikita, Michael/Nikita. For Season of Drabbles, time loop. 100 words. Michael and Nikita’s attempt at a traditional wedding keeps getting interrupted.

-a matter of scales. Discworld, Sybil & dragons. For Season of Drabbles. 100 words. Sybil loves dragons, dragons love Sybil.

Writing progress:

I finished and submitted both fics for the Black Sails zine. And I advanced on the fics I want to post next month (mainly more chapters in the Belastiel AU, plus some others).

Excerpts:

-Excerpt from wings high over me’s second chapter. SPN, Bela/Castiel.

Edits:

-Carmilla (novella) aesthetic. Graphic.

-Gabrielle and Xena’s first meeting (Xena: Warrior Princess, s01e01). Gifset.

-Aneela and Kendry’s last moments (Killjoys, s05e10). Gifset.

-SPN Les Yay 1/? - Lori and Taylor in “Hook Man” (s01e07). Gifset.

-Ablah fulfills Lizzie’s last wish (Legacies, s01e10). Gifset.

-Nina/Lily (Black Swan). Gifset.

-June/Maureen (Lost in Space, series finale). Gifset.

-Hizzie + alternate worlds (Legacies). Gifset.

-SPN Les Yay 2/? - Jenny and Kate in “Dead Man’s Blood” (s01e20). Gifset.

-Octavia/Niylah + Octavia/Diyoza parallel (The 100, s6). Gifset.

-April/Sterling on the arcade (Teenage Bounty Hunters, s01e08). Gifset.

-Amanda/Nikita through the glass (CW’s Nikita, s02e18). Gifset.

-Eleanor/Theodora aesthetic (Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House). Graphic.

-SPN Les Yay 3/? - Jo and Theresa in “No Exit” (s02e06). Gifset.

-Tara/Willow (BTVS, Once More With Feeling). Gifset.

-Root/Shaw/The Machine, playing chicken (POI). Gifset.

-Kisa/Manola + bloodsharing (FDTD). Gifset.

-Mellie/Olivia (Scandal). Gifset.

-Amira/Orianna aesthetic (from @nectargrapes In Pursuit of Perfection).

-Laila/Lyra aesthetic gifset (from nectargrapes’ The Essence Of The Equinox).

-Eleanor/Max (Black Sails, s01e02). Graphic.

-Aline/Isabelle + merriam-webster definitions (Shadowhunters). Graphic.

-Rosita/Waverly + Six Words Stories (Wynonna Earp). Graphic.

-Finch/Josie + Troubled Birds (Legacies). Graphic.

-Jesse/Riley (Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles). Gifset.

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FOR REFERENCE:

List of all my WIPs.

I’m mainly putting it here for whenever I post an ask meme about WIPs (although feel free to ask me questions about them whenever).