#yeah im just clearing out old wips what of it?

[quinn-pop]

shoutout to that one mtdd confession comic i drew last year that i never posted because uhh

it was unscripted so the ideas were pretty disjointed and it showed a lot. anyway:

[melodyatlas]

6, 9, 12 for the ask game

and bonus if you want, for the NSFW Alphabet, J, R, and W for Tim and maybe Slade? ❤️

6. Show us a bit of a WIP!

Each step Slade takes closer to the pair shows just how much Dick thinks he's going to free them when he gets close enough. Too bad, pretty bird. His fingers thread through Dick's shiny locks when he's within reach, first softly, a sweet reassurance that everything's going to be okay. Then he tightens his grip, tugging back a few inches, just to watch as it jerks Tim along with him. The matching yelps it pulls from the Bats is music to his ears, and he's sure they're both glaring at him from behind their white-out lenses. His lips curl up in a mean grin, “Hey, pretty bird. Looks like someone clipped your wings here.”

9. Write a recommendation of someone else's fic you enjoyed!

cut me open, take my heart - by Sandrine

of course my rec is gonna be a jaytim fic lmao, its so gooooooood, one of my faves! it's jason finding out that tim has some Feelings about him and knives and them playing around with that. the characterization of both of them is so good, and i rly like the authors voice and how they portray jason and tims dynamic

12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

oooh i actually dont rly come up with a lot of crazy aus? my birds of passage series has an alternate dimension where the bats are all genderswapped and a couple of them end up crossing into the main verse? but i dont think thats very far out there 😂

J) Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Tim - i think tim is like, weirdly clinical about it, but also does it all the time lmao. need to fall asleep? jack off. stuck on a case? jack off. overwhelmed by all the WE work that he shouldn't actually have to deal with but does? jack off. he swears by it as a means to clear his head

Slade - tbh i don't have any headcanons for slade about this and when i tried to think on it more all that popped into my head was him pulling out creepy stalker photos of the titans from back when he was in that fued that he's just held onto for this specific purpose gsjgdkdbdkdn like just imagine a shot of dick in his nightwing suit taken from 4 blocks away with a shitty red target drawn over him, that's what slades using to get off and it works

R) Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc)

Tim - yeah, so tim canonically made out with lynx on a rooftop and seeing as how he was still unsure if she was an undercover cop or actually running a gang, i definitely think he's up for risks. i also know that like openly sexual core four is highly fanon but cmon. they were a bunch of hormonal teenagers in stressful situations with little and then no adult supervision. they definitely blew off steam together. and you don't mess around with an Amazonian, a speedster, and an alien and NOT be game for experimentation lmao

Slade - slade is nothing but risk in bed babeeyyy, his wife shot him in the face and you can't tell me that he doesn't regularly have what they call hatesex with dick on the regular (it's not hatesex, it just makes them feel better to call it that), im just saying that kind of taste does not lend well to vanilla sex with no experimentation lmao

W) Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Tim - i think bc tim knows he can lie to bruce and get away with it and also got away with embezzling an entire batmobile so young he realized he could do Anything and get away with it, so i think he uses that for purposes that others might find questionable but he literally always has a reason, like for example "tim, why did you buy a chuck e cheese and hide it in the batarang budget?" "oh, we realized a bunch of members of the titans didnt ever get to experience having a birthday party there so i bought one, had it redesigned back to the old 90s aesthetic and then we marathoned parties for everyone so they could get it"

Numbered Ask Game

NSFW Alphabet Ask Game

[cloudycleric]

hi a wip for my fic ive been writing for over a year (we reached 20k words today (im not even halfway done))

Will looked down at the table. What to do, what to do… He had effectively trapped themselves in the café.

Mike looked around as the two sat in silence for a couple of seconds. Finally, he asked, “Do you want to go to the game store with me?”

“Now?” Will asked.

“Yeah,” Mike replied. “It’s just across the street.”

“But it’s still raining,” he pointed out. “We don’t have an umbrella.”

“So?”

“So,” Will continued, “we’ll get drenched.”

Mike thought about this. “Not if we run.”

“But then we’ll slip and fall and eat shit.”

“I’ll catch you.”

“What if you don’t catch me?”

“I will.”

A pause.

“What if we get hit by a car?”

“Then we can sue the shit out of the driver.”

“But what if we die?”

“Then we go to heaven and spend the rest of eternity with each other,” Mike said, “and we can go back to the Estate as ghosts and haunt it till my dad goes crazy.”

Will smiled. He knew it was dumb and illogical, but Mike had refuted all of his points. He sighed. “Okay.”

Mike beamed. “Yes. Yes. Awesome.”

The two boys stood under the awning as they tried to both muster up the courage to run across the street and calculate the perfect moment to sprint. Will looked nervously at Mike, but he was too busy concentrating on the road. Will supposed Mike didn’t get to do things like this very often.

“Okay, I think we’re clear,” Mike said, eyes glued to the street. He held out his hand, expecting Will to take it.

Will hesitantly took his hand.

“I’ll countdown, so you know when to start running,” Mike explained, watching cars pass by, splashing the puddles collecting on the sides of the street.

This really wasn’t that big of a deal, and the longer that Will sat outside and watched the normal cars in this normal town drive normally through rain, the more silly it felt. It’s not even like the cars were going fast, he guessed that maybe they were going thirty-five miles per hour at most. But Mike was too focused, and plus he told Will to hold his hand, and Will would never turn down a Mike Wheeler hand-holding opportunity.

“Okay,” Will said.

“And that way, I’ll catch you if you fall and we can keep running, and if push comes to shove I can drag you across the street.”

“Yeah, like you could drag me—”

“Okay-three-two-one-go!!” Mike said in a blur, and suddenly a strong force was dragging him out from under the awning and into the pouring rain. Mike lept of the curb and into the street, pretty gracefully, which Will found surprising. His feet made a big splash under him that drenched Will’s pants as he struggled behind him. He most definitely was going to eat shit at this rate, his footing still awkward and his other arm wobbling behind him.

“Oh shit,” Will said, trying to catch up.

“A car’s coming!” Mike said like he was three years old playing pretend at a playground.

But the street wasn’t that long, and at this point the pair was at the other end, nearing the sidewalk. That didn’t mean that Will had his balance, however. As Mike reached the gutter, he let go of Will (making him even more unstable). Then he swiftly turned around, grabbing Will’s hand again and his arm as he tried to stabilize him. His catch turned into what was half a hug, half an awkward hold. But it worked—Will didn’t fall.

“See, I told you I would catch you,” Mike said, still holding Will. Neither boy moved.

Will was extremely flustered at this notion, as one would most likely be if they were in this situation with their own crush, but what Will was more focused on finding out was whether or not Mike felt the same static that he did. When Will looked at Mike’s eyes, he didn’t see that feeling on his face. But what he did see was Mike’s big goofy grin, a pure joy. They both laughed, rain still falling around them, making their efforts to run across the street pointless as they both started getting drenched.

Neither one of them cared.

[autisticblueteam]

Appears from the ether again, after months of only being present enough to fill my queue up, with some WIP snippets from the gen:LOCK re-write I mentioned before...

And also finally adressing these tags lmao, sorry @thesouppond I realise these are like 3 months old.

#FUCK IM JUST SEEING THIS NOW???#FUCK YEAH 2024 SEASON OF EVERYONE GETS TO REWRITE GENLOCK CAUSE FUCK S2#Ahem anyway hi genlock moot :)))#I love your writing btw! Ive read your existing GL fics theyre great!#at this point if someone can give me a GL fic i havent already met I will forever be indebted to you i am DYING for GL content

We're really out here trying our best to do better by GL than HBO did huh!! I've been loving Reloaded, it was so nice to see someone else pop up in the gL tag after it was comparatively dead for so long. I've been working on my re-write since just after s2 came out and it was lonely in there for a while there lmao.

So I'm glad you enjoyed the couple of fics I've already done! I'm re-using parts of one of them for the actual re-write since I'm going for the 'keep the basic bones of s2 but aim to fix the execution into something less shit/re-work the worst bits' and I didn't want to write that first nemesis fight over again from total scratch lmao...

I want to finish writing all of the re-write before I post it in full, but that does mean it's taking forever whoops.

I'm still not past the introduction of Sinclair as his portion is so involved and I keep getting distracted by other projects/hobbies, but I did finally get to a point where my take on Sinclair is actually fun to write! I'm keeping his boyfriend because I did at least like that Sinclair was made canonically queer and they're actually cute when I'm just doing my own thing.

So since I feel like posting some WIP bits, here's my favourite Chris/Sinclair stuff I've done so far.

“YEAH! Take that you fucked up tin can!” Sinclair winced. The shout was like an ice pick being driven into his skull, but it was also what finally drove him to lift his head. There ahead of him, wielding a large piece of debris in one hand, was a heavyset Asian man dressed in torn clothes and covered in grime. He reared back, and for a split second Sinclair thought that projectile was for him, until he heard an impact, and the last of the humming died. The man brushed off his hands, pride written on every feature, and in that moment he was the most beautiful thing Sinclair had ever seen. “Coast’s clear!” the stranger called behind him. There was movement, but Sinclair didn’t care to look, his attention caught by the man’s approach. “And we’ve got a live one.” Sinclair’s throat was so dry he broke down coughing twice, in the time it took the stranger to kneel in front of him. “I-I’m not Union. I-I know— with the uniform, and the—” Another violent burst of coughing cut him off. The stranger handed him a canteen and a crooked smile. “Yeah, no shit. You’ve got way too much emotion on your face to be even a defector,” he said, and if Sinclair wasn’t so busy chugging the offered water, he might have mustered a laugh. “That, plus, the lack of helmet, the collapsing, and the drone getting ready to turn you into a novelty cheese grater kinda gave it away.” “Christ, I could kiss you right now,” Sinclair blurted and then regretted in quick succession. Fuck. He’d been in near solitary too long, his filter had worn away to nothing and he was making a damn fool of himself in front of the first sane people he’d seen in weeks. Except the stranger just… laughed, good-naturedly. “Close, the name’s Chris, not Christ. And I’d say buy me dinner first, but it’s a bit hard out here.”

AND then a little later...

“What about the refugee railroads?” Chris lowered his beer bottle and wiped his mouth. “Too far.” “Vanguard safe crossings?” “Too far.” “The— fucking Canadian border?” Chris laughed, “Too far. Further than either of the other things. Jesus, dude. You sure you haven’t got a concussion?” “Mostly,” Sinclair said, rubbing his face with his intact hand. “I just— you’re going to die if you stay here. A drone only has to get lucky once.” “And if we go deeper in, we’ll only die faster,” Chris said with a simple shrug. “We already have to pack up and move every few weeks when the line moves. And every time, the Polity border gets a little bit further away. Believe me, man, I want nothing more than to get outta here, but it’s just not happening.” “What if I helped?” The offer fell out before he’d consciously decided to make it, but Sinclair stood by it. Even when Chris looked at him dubiously. “No offence, dude, but you’re just one guy. And two days ago you could barely stand.” “And now I’m fine,” Sinclair insisted. “I’m a soldier. I was decorated for valour after I got my squad out of a run-in with the Union that should’ve killed us all. I was the only one who could even still hold a gun. I swear, I could get you somewhere safe. Are you really telling me you’d rather keep sitting around waiting to die than take a risk?” Chris’s brow furrowed, and he didn’t answer immediately, taking another swig from his scratched up bottle of beer. Sinclair sighed. “Look. I need to get to a Vanguard base one way or another. I don’t want to leave you guys behind if I don’t have to. I owe you my life. And maybe dinner.” Chris almost choked on his drink. “Wow,” he laughed, clearing his throat, “you sure pick your moments, huh?” Sinclair shrugged. “Figure if you’re not actually into it I’ll just blame the concussion.” “That you don’t have.” “Exactly.” Chris rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Smooth. Smooth operator. Alright, alright, fine, we’ll talk to the others in the morning. It might be a tougher sell when they’re not the ones getting dinner with a hot soldier out of it, but hey, guess we’ll see.” “Are you looking past the just-got-done-being-tortured chic, here, or is that part of the charm?” “Are you kidding? There’s a whole genre focused on how hot soldier guys look after they’ve been through hell.” “Not sure that’s the intended takeaway of action movies.” “Well,” Chris shrugged, starting to pick at a can of food, “it was definitely my takeaway.” Sinclair laughed. Honest-to-god laughed, in a way he was surprised he was even capable of after the last few weeks. The normality of the moment was like a balm on all the aching parts of him, mental and physical alike. For a moment he could almost forget that the reason he looked like shit was because he’d just escaped the worst experience of his life. For a moment it felt like the fight was over.

Now I just have to actually get through the remainder of my Sinclair set-up and then I'll be only one chapter away from finishing the first half of the fic... so close and yet so far lmao.

[murdockbuckley]

You reblogged me so here’s some random numbers (answer what you can because I don’t have time to stop and read them this second so I’m sorry!):

3, 18, 29, 36, 49, 60, 7

:)

3. do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?

generally i'd say i keep them to myself, mainly because i don't really have anyone to share them with. i absolutely post snippets and talk about them on here. but like in terms of actually sharing the plots/storyline for any of them i tend to keep to myself.

7. post a snippet of a wip. (i figured this was meant to be seventy-something but i wasn't sure)

Inserting his key and opening Bucks door Eddie stops Chris from entering, overhearing *Bucks daughter* ask Buck a question.  “Does mommy not love me anymore? Is that why I had to come and live with you?”  She's sitting on the couch, her fluffy blanket with kangaroos printed on it is wrapped around her so only her face is showing. Buck is kneeling infront of her, he would've looked less pained if someone stabbed him through the heart with a dagger. There's a children show Eddie vaguely recognises playing on the TV behind buck. “Oh no my little star.” Buck crouched to his daughter’s level as he choked back tears, heart aching over the fact his little girl feels even an ounce of the pain he grew up with. “Mommy loves you so much, she just got scared. Your Grandma was helping her so much and when she died Mommy felt like she was doing everything wrong. She’s just really sad so her brain is playing tricks on her, telling her she isn’t very good at being a parent. But she’s going to get help. And she loves you so much sweetpea.”  *his daughter* is looking at him with her mother’s big round eyes, and Buck knows that he would do anything to protect her, just like he would for Christopher.  He clears his throat to avoid his tears spilling over, “And when Mommy is better, she’ll be here straight away to see you again. I- If that’s what you would want.”  Without warning, or an answer, she slams straight into Buck. Her tiny arms wrapping around him as much as they can, squeezing impossibly tight for a six year-old. Buck just reposition's them to avoid falling as he holds her even tighter, the tears he tried so hard to keep at bay silently falling. Buck presses a gentle kiss to the top of *his daughter's* head as Eddie feels a tug on his hand. Chris looks up to Eddie in the doorway, a new understanding in his eyes. “Is that why you and Mom left at different times? Because you were both scared and sad at different times?”  Eddie doesn’t know what he did in his life to deserve a son like the one he was gifted with, “Yeah Superman, and I’m so sorry that we both left you. I know your Mom was so sorry and trying so hard to make it up to you before she died.”  Now it was Christopher’s turn to hug his Dad. “It’s okay. I forgave you both a long time ago. Just… Please don’t leave again? You or Buck, I’ll be really sad and plus we have Roo now too.”

18. do you enjoy research? which fic of yours required the most research?

i do!! i love doing research in general anyways so doing it for my fics just gives me a reason for it and stuff to actually look up rather than something random. i would probably say tainted thoughts has had the most research put into so far (this one is basically finished and will be published around valentines day!!) but i know the wip that i just wrote a quick outline for today will require a lot of research

29. what's something about your writing that you're proud of?

probably that i'm including my poetry in some of it?? i've had a lot of the poems written for ages but have been scared to share them with anyone, so actually putting them out for people to see is scary but i'm happy that i finally did it

36. what fic are you proudest of?

loneliness is the first one i've published so im really proud of that, it's almost like my baby and then i'm proud of my girldad!buck fic, it's the first multi-chapter fic i've written and the progress i'm making with it is really good

49. what fic of yours would you say is the best introduction to you as a writer?

i only have one published fic right now so i feel like i have to say loneliness

60. in letters to our soldier, what inspired the idea for the plot?

(had to pick my own one because i relaise i haven't shared the title to any of my wips)

i had read all of the teacher!buck/eddie fics i could find and then my tiktok kept showing me soldier talking about receiving letters from schools whilst they were deployed and how it made them feel. so my brain just went "wait! eddie was a soldier i bet he would have loved it if he got letter from random school kids... CHRIS IS a school child what if by some chance miracle it was chris' class that sent the letters." and because i'm incapable of writing a fic without buck i decided to add the extra drama and make buck chris' teacher.

fanfiction ask game

[silurisanguine]

WIP Wednesday

thankyou to @thatsgoodsquishy0 @fangbangerghoul @aro-pancake for the tag. I tag any writers i follow who want to share what they are working on! Here's a first rough draft of the start of the next chapter of Chasing your star

Seren’s eyes blinked opened slowly to the harsh white light of the scanner bed and the familiar sharp voice of supervisor Lin. Perhaps, she hoped to herself as she woke up, that this would be a redo of her universe she could try again in, this time with a little more caution. ”Dusty! Snap out of it!” She sat up, her head swimming still, but it was something she’d now got used to. Heller who had been standing next to Lin, reached over and helped her steady herself which she was grateful for. ”Take it easy now. You were out cold. Looks like you took a knock, no physical damage though. Uh, you know who you are? You got Argos gear on, but you’re not on our records.” That was different, Seren thought, very different to how she remembered Heller speaking to her before. That’s  when she looked around the room she was in. All the equipment she knew well, was in the process of being packed up into crates. It looked like Argos was in the process of clearing out. She blinked again to look at Lin and Heller who now stood in front of her, confusion written on both their faces. That’s when Seren noted Lin wasn’t carrying the artifact as in the first time and it sounded like they had no idea who she was. By now she’d learnt to think fast to not sound totally insane upon waking and work with what she could glean from her surroundings. They didn’t have their cutters trained on her so didn’t see her as a threat, which was a good start and as she glanced down at what she was wearing, she could see the Argos miner’s logo on her suit. So even though they didn’t have her on record, they thought she worked for the company. That she could work with. Maybe find out if the artifact was still here.

”yeah, I’m Seren Jones…What do you mean, im not on the records? Last thing I remember I was hired Constellation and was going to retrieve something from a opened cave. Then I blacked out, think I must have fell…” She saw Lin and Heller look at each other, even more confused before Lin scowled at Seren, then shook her head as she surrendered what ever anger she had directed at the new comer. ”Constellation never told me they’d hired a second crew... though that's not a big surprise i guess. I don’t know if they thought another anomaly was here, but Barrett picked up what ever was in that cave ages ago. We just came back as Argos wanted to salvage this place. Then we heard some weird sound in the cave and found you.” So it had been here, Seren breathed a sigh of relief. With the way the artifacts and temples hopped around locations between universes, this first one seemed to be a fixed point in all of them.  But if Barrett had collected this one a while ago, what did that mean for the others and how much time had passed?  It was time to make her excuses and head to the Lodge to find out. ”They didn’t give me details, just I needed to pick something up. I wondered why the place was empty though. Went looking around with my ship to see if Argos had set up elsewhere too, Inc some old structure where I left my ship nearby, but no deal, so I popped back here, heard a weird sound in that cave and yeah….that’s the last thing I remember.” That would give her an excuse to head back to her ship which would be in that same crater waiting for her and explain to them why no ship was on the landing pad. Heller seemed happy with the explanation as he patted Lin on the back and struck a far more relaxed pose. ”Well Lin, You did say Constellation is a bag of secrets, but they did pay us well so not all bad I guess. Shame none of them hired us after this gig was up though.” ”Probably because I told Barrett where to shove it.” Seren had to press her lips hard together to stop herself laughing. These two sounded so familiar, it was a joy to hear. But she couldn’t stay to chat, not now she knew where she had to head to next. ”Thanks for the assist, I appreciate that. But if my mission is a bust I need to find out why I was sent here and that means I need to go speak to that bag of secrets. “ ”Sure, sure. Don’t mind us. Just uh…Maybe tell Barrett if he needs an outpost manager or two, that uh…I apologise for my outburst.” Seren nodded to Lin, smiling as she stood up, picking up her deep mining helmet that was next to the scanner bed and headed towards the airlock hatch. ”Of course, I’ll make sure to. Thanks again both of you.” It was weird having to play pretend with people she knew, to take on a role each time. Part of her wished this wasn’t the flashpoint of her rebirth. That instead she could wake up on her Guardian ship as a freshly created Starborn, but that seemed crazy and it also would leave her completely in the dark about what kind of universe she was in each time. At least this way she had some loose idea. Cycling through the lock she stepped outside and the operation on Vectera was definitely being salvaged. A huge cargo ship sat on the landing pad, with crates and people in heavy spacesuits bringing them into it. She slipped behind a stack of crates before any of them saw her and headed towards where her Guardian would be.

[corvuscrowned]

hi crow! 3, 12, and 18 for the fic writing asks if you haven’t answered them yet! 💕

hi emma!!!! i hope you're having a lovely day 💕

3. Do you write fics from start or finish, or jump around?

i wish i could write out of order but i absolutely cant! i never really know what's going to happen in a fic until i write it, so i can never write later scenes because im like... i dont know who these characters will be at this point, or what will have happened!

12. Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

yes!! i really want to write a proper bonding fic one day. my current behemoth wip is sort of a bonding fic but mostly not, and i'd really like to write something super tropey and silly with a bond!

13. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

OHHH what a cool question. okay let's see - because it's an emma ask, i'll do some commentary on the last scene in the loverboys epilogue. pretend like im doing this commentary while the scene is playing on, like, an old vhs running on a tv from 1982 in someone's basement.

[throat clearing sound]

Yeah, see, with this epilogue I knew that the studio would have wanted something over the top, you know, something big and romantic like a wedding scene

[unattractive snort]

Like, they're totally in love and ride off into the sunset, right? But I was like

[too-loud groaning noise, slight microphone distortion]

I just can't do that! It just doesn't work! There's no way that these two incredibly messed up men would go through what they went through and end up with a healthy and functional relationship. they have to be fighting even at their engagement party, right, cuz theyre going to fight for the rest of their lives, because they love each other in spite of all of the bullshit, you know? like, they love each other in spite of the fact that they hate each other!!

[another throat clearing sound, crow voice becomes slightly self conscious as he realizes he's rambling too much]

anyway, the studio would have wanted something syrup-sweet, like i said, and i definitely got some pushback from the hollywood bigwigs about this, but in the end i decided their marriage would have to be a secret. it's like

[crow voice becomes slightly choked up]

they spent SO long pretending to be in love for the benefit of everyone else and having their every move picked apart by the press - i don think it would be authentic to either of them or their love, even if it's fucked up love,

[wet chuckle]

if they put it on display before they were ready. it had to be just theirs alone, at least for now.

[vhs goes to static, turns out it's cursed btw sorry you probably shouldn't touch it]

emma, i am so sorry, i adore you and you didnt deserve this amount of cringe. thank you so much for the ask!!

[zaecula]

LETS GOOOO can i get uhhh hunger is human and/or im going to jail. just spouse things.

wip title tag

okayyyy hunger is human (named for joni mitchell lyrics..... sorry for desecrating your IP queen) was originally a much broader au in which obi-wan is primed to Doubt Everything early on and leaves the order after being asked to put the republic's interests ahead of jedi philosophy one too many times... orrrrrr maybe he just wanted to free up his schedule for extended trips to the outer rim to attend to his definitely casual and NOT code-breaking relationship with a mysterious prostitute from tatooine. who's to say!

despite the implications it was ultimately very pro-jedi and served as kind of a thesis on how leaving the order doesn't make one """"""gray"""""" but i abandoned the grand scheme of the au because i reached a point where i was having to retell canon events, which i cannot STAND reading in fic, and if it's not something i'm interested in reading there's no WAY i'm gonna take the time to write it. anyway i plucked out the smut, cleared away most of the plot references, and reworked it into a series of loosely-connected oneshots. the original themes still stand but it's def porn-forward now lmao. IF this next round of migraine treatment helps me return to writing regularly (god please) it'll prob be one of the first things i publish :3c

im going to jail is um. it's not that bad actually but after finishing mashi's secret santa gift i was dyinggggg to write something set in the gffa with full tilt virginity kink + barely-legal trophy twink anakin. obi-wan tries very hard to be a gentleman about it and fails catastrophically. here's an (unedited) ((nsfw)) snippet from the intro

The ultimate opportunity has been right in front of him for months now. Anakin is eighteen years old and simply must be untouched, with how oblivious he is to the advances of foreign dignitaries on seemingly every planet they visit. It’s all the more infuriating the longer Anakin is of age— if only he’d open his eyes and let someone else open his legs, take him off the table so Obi-Wan could get on with his life.

It simply couldn’t be that easy, though. Finding a young-ish pro in the lower levels and asking them to pretend had been enough until a particularly snarky young man was bouncing on his dick, flexing and moaning and pushing all the right buttons and honestly playing the part remarkably well, when…

“You’re a Jedi, aren’t you? Yeah, I recognize you. You should fuck that padawan of yours. I bet that’s what you really want.”

He’d managed to avoid thinking of that padawan until that moment, when those words conjured the image of Anakin riding his cock so ardently, Anakin’s slender hips slamming down onto his own, Anakin’s face twisted in ecstasy as he abruptly came, harder than ever, with a shocked gasp.

The pro smirked knowingly. “Thought so.”

[milf-harrington]

hii i promise I wanted to reply to your answers to the two ask thingies i replied to but tbh other than saying that i'm now actively keeping an eye out for the poetry cave ™, that i didn't actually follow your main and only your vibes gave me gender envy, BUT NOW that I HAVE SEEN I'm respectfully envying your gender wholeheartedly 👀, also my memory is shit so I don't remember what the music asks were about and wow this whole ask here is a mess.

I am once again on my balcony but this time it's more of what I like to call "nausea day", which means that I feel not really here or good at any capacity. Soooo i wanted to share an idea I had because I'm trying to clear my thoughts and because I'm still not sure if it's good enough to add to my WIP pile.

okay. so. Longshot.

He moves to a new city to pursue med school after graduating. He searches for months before finally finding a place, and it's all very rushed, and he moves in on the first day of the Semester, having maybe texted twice with his roommate before actually doing so.

Surprisingly it all goes as well as it can, considering that moving is always stressful and that the place is kinda old and disgusting.

He actually gets on pretty well with his roommate, a girl that introduced herself as smellerbee. (Bonding over their awful family or lack thereof, over their love of nature, and other things)

As months of online lectures go by, smellerbee invites a lot of people over,( and gets laid a couple of times), all the while having Longshot in the room next door, slowly discovering that yeah... Maybe he's a bit aspec (spoiler he very much is an aro king)

And we just follow Longshot, how he copes, how he kinda looses his sense of self, how being far away from the only few friends he had pushes him out of his comfort zone, how he struggles with his dreams vs. the amount of work he has to put into them, the humiliation and competitive nature of the peeps in his semester, how smellerbee- always the extrovert- tries to make him more social and introduces him to the freedom fighters and the gaang, how he sees smellerbee's love life evolving and documents about it, and about the other relationships slowly forming in her friend group.(all the while questioning if it's normal to not feel like that and having a hard time navigating these thoughts)

and one day he just realises : he talks now. A lot.

he talks a lot with them all, and when did he become the friend people go to for advice ? Actually when did he become a friend to this group of wonderfully unique individuals?

did he really get adopted by a bunch of extroverts, get involved in their drama, get the title of group dad, when he never felt secure around more than 2 people before ?

he then has an oh moment and yeah-

there's more to it, zukka getting together and almost causing the group to split up, yue realising she doesn't have a lot of time to live anymore, katara facing the struggles of always having been the best at everything and now being overwhelmed and doing less good, toph kicking ableist ass, jet finally realising that he has awful coping mechanisms and fighting his addiction, haru-longshot bonding times, pianjeong the only good and understanding Profs, trans smellerbee and a whole lot more.(everything from Longshot's pov)

yeah so I hope that wasn't too annoying to read, I know that my thoughts are all over the place, but I'm getting more and more attached to this found family au, it's pretty personal :) and yeah, hopefully i'll get to write it ?

feel free to ignore or tell me what you think (and now I'm kinda scared someone will steal a few ideas here but hey :) )

sorry for flooding your asks again, sending you a lot of hearties

–💐

hello dearest anon, i am exhausted rn and lack the brain power to fully convey how much i love that idea and how interesting and detailed it seems already but,,, im love so much and am exited that you shared it with me

never apologise for flooding my asks, i love reading them <3

[batbirdies]

Jason Realizes He’s Forgotten Good Memories

So this was based around the idea that the Lazarus Pit, as part of the way it distorted his view of Bruce and his family, made him forget good things he associated with them. This was, again, something that came up in a server im in and I just quickly jotted down part of an idea in my documents, this is the entirety of what it says lol:

Jason realizes he’s forgotten a lot of his better memories of before he died, they are accessible if he is heavily reminded of them, if he thinks back really hard with a tangible reminder, but they aren’t things that just come to mind.

HE knew some of his memories were hazy, use the dog memory, of Bruce bringing up that he’d always wanted a dog when he was younger and Jason hadn’t remembered that until Bruce brought it up, and even after he did it felt like looking through an old foggy window trying to bring the memory back. It was there, he knew it was there, but he couldn’t see it clearly.

But he realizes that there are other memories, that are even less clear...broken shards that he might get little flashes of, but nothing more.

It comes about because of the ski trip, and Dick bringing it up and Jason is like “we never went skiing.” And Dick is like “um??? Yeah??? We did.” and has a photo of them on the slopes and Jason gets this awful queasy feeling and starts remembering other things. Bruce making comments that seem out of nowhere to Jason and then the vague disappointment in his eyes when Jason doesnt react in an apparently expected way. It had made Jason confused at first.

In response to this: https://batbirdies.tumblr.com/post/648272212704591872/wip-snippet-game

[roseverdict]

Tell me about some of your WIPs :) You have so many that I can hardly choose one to ask about! The ones that caught my eye were the spoops ones, "slams my hands on the table," "im feeling vindictive," and "grammar, stanley," but basically just tell me about any of them you want that're real angsty or real silly or that you just like a lot :)

HEHEHEHEHEH YOU PICKED SOME GOOD ONES >:D

The GF Spoops are all parts of the murder mystery I've been working on for the past few months, and while I'm not gonna give away much about it (otherwise it wouldn't be much of a mystery wkdjskdjd) I can tell you what the chapter names of the two perspectives will most likely be. Yes they're all song titles/lyrics. Make of them what you will >:)

Angels/He Doesn't Know How to Communicate

Born to Run/He Doesn't Know Who He Is Yet

Long Live the Kids/Get a Load of This Monster

Till It's Over/Get a Load of This Trainwreck

Ode to My Next Life/Welcome Him with Open Arms

How Far We've Come/Feels at Home in This Place

(yes they're all songs that are objectively unrelated to gf but that my brain has connected them to it anyway. kwhdskdnskdkso. chapter 4A was almost "i can't decide" too so >:D)

"SLAMS MY HANDS ON THE TABLE" is that de-aged stan one I'm trying to write but I eventually just doodled a scene wjdbskdksodmdks. Here's a snippet for all your Tiny Spitfire Stanley needs :D

Stanford eased the cabin door open to keep it from squeaking and slipped inside, using his foot to close it behind him. The ship swayed gently beneath his feet as he strode through the galley and into their room.

It was there that he ran into a problem.

In order to reach his own bunk, Stanford needed his hands free.

Separately, but just as importantly, in order to get Stanley into his bunk, Stanford needed to set him down.

Both these things required him to move Stanley and risk waking him up again, and seeing his face so peaceful for once (even if it was several decades too young) was something Stanford simply wasn't quite ready to give up on just yet.

"Hmmm…"

His voice must have called Stanley back from dreamland, because the boy drowsily looked up at him. "Wh'sup?"

"O-oh, it's nothing." Stanford smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring way. "I'm simply trying to figure out our sleeping arrangements in light of our new circumstances."

Stanley squinted at him for a long moment, most likely trying to see through his half-truth. "Why not jus' share a bunk? This whole thing's kinda out there, ev'n f'r us, y'know? Don' wanna lose track'a you in th' mornin'."

"An excellent idea, Stanley." Stanford's smile came more naturally now. "In that case, allow me to just…maneuver in here a bit…"

Stanley grinned up at him. "Yeah, join me, Sixer!"

Stanford stiffened.

"Ford? You 'kay?" Stanley asked, blinking big, brown (not yellow, they weren't yellow) eyes up at him. "Didja step on somethin'? …did I say somethin'?"

"I…no, it's not that." Stanford croaked, finally lying back and half-curling protectively around Stanley. "The short version is that an old enemy of mine, of ours, really, sort of soured that nickname for me. He wanted me to betray you, hand over the world, and join his gang of criminal misfits in bringing the laws of reality to their knees. He always used nicknames in an effort to convince me he was my friend, then to taunt me for believing him so easily."

Were it not Stanley's face, Stanford would think the raw protective fury on the face of the child resting in his arms blazed impossibly hot. (As it was, Stanley routinely made the impossible possible, so it wasn't too surprising.) "If I ever get my hands on this 'enemy' guy, I'm gonna punch him right in his stupid face. Give him the biggest shiner in the history of shiners."

"You ought to be happy to know that you got the chance." Stanford chuckled weakly. "Due to…extenuating circumstances…I was unable to see it happen myself, but the aftermath made it clear that our enemy won't be messing with anybody for a good, long while, if ever again."

"Nice." Stanley smirked and buried his face in Stanford's side, yawning widely before continuing quietly, "Tha's what he gets for messin' with us. Dumb…dumb nickname thief."

Stanford opened his mouth to speak, but Stanley's high-pitched snores cut him off.

"Heh. In the morning, then."

"im feeling vindictive" was one I wrote when I was…having a bit of a bad day. So I took it out on Filbrick "Unimpressed" Pines woshskdbsdksndkdn. Basically it was supposed to be the Pines Twins 2.0 using a time wish to go back in time and, using some unspecified future tech, basically showing Filbrick and Caryn what happens to Stan and Ford. Mabel gets to take care of showing Filbrick Stan's fate, Filbrick refuses to admit he did anything wrong, Mabel gets to be protective of her grunkle, all that fun stuff. I never did write Dipper and Caryn, but their interaction would go a lot better skdjsjdjskdns

"Grammar, Stanley." was gonna be a 5+1 where I made the first five be fluffy times in their childhood (or, alternately, three fluffy times, one light angst time from immediately pre-science fair, and one from their estrangement years) where ford corrected stan's grammar, and then. yeah. the +1 would just be those few lines from weirdmageddon.

"Between me and him, I'm not always the bad twin."

"Between him and me.

"…Grammar, Stanley."

"I'll 'grammar, Stanley' YOU-!"

[haunted-by-catholic-guilt]

hey moon, please forget to fall down

*shows up after a month of nothing with starbucks* look its bad but its been in my WIP since august 

Tim woke up to a dull ache in his stomach.

He groaned, it was annoying but not so bad that it would affect his daily working, so he rolled himself out of bed, pausing only momentarily at the nausea he felt.

He ignored it, got up, and continued on his morning, eating only toast and drinking coffee, before getting dressed, which he found to be more painful than necessary, and left his apartment.

The commute to work was fine, maybe the lights were a little brighter then they had the right to be, and even the noises he heard were painful, somehow sharp and dull.

He got off at his stop, and made his way into the institute, putting on a fake smile and winking at Rosie as he walked to the Archives, before moving as fast as he could without causing the ache that has yet to subside to get any worse.

Jon was in, always was by the time he showed, but today Martin and Sasha were in too, must’ve been later than he thought.

He shrugged it off, and sat at his desk, not feeling well enough to even try to have a conversation, not that it would go well, the pain was distracting and lip-reading was never completely successful anyway.

A little while later, after he exchanged a quick and quiet greeting, Martin tapped him lightly on the shoulder and signed to him.

“Are you okay?”

Tim smiled, he knew he could tell Martin, but he didn’t want to worry anyone over something he knew was nothing, so he signed back

“Tired, I’m alright”

Martin didn’t look convinced but smiled softly at him.

“Ok, let me know if you need anything.”

Tim smiled and nodded back, and Martin shuffled back over to his desk, sharing a glance with Sasha Tim was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to see.

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Martin was worried, Sasha would say he was always worried, but it was different today.

Tim was quiet, his face was lined with pain, and his eyes weren’t quite as vibrant.

It was a little while later when Jon emerged from his office, his hair done in a bun at the base of his head, his cane tapping on the floor, Martin quickly and quietly grabbed his phone and sent a quick text to Tim, hoping he’d get it before Jon made his way to their desks.

He didn’t, and before he knew it Jon was leaning against the door frame, observing them, they mostly pretended to work.

“Goodmorning, Jon! How’re you today”

Martin was trying to distract from Tim a little bit, hoping he’d be able to hear him enough to snap him into focus on Jon, but Tim seemed like he was in another world.

“Better if you were working.”

And with that Jon left, Sasha rolled her eyes and gave Martin a small smile, but he was more concerned about Tim.

He walked over to his desk and tapped him lightly again, it took a second but he came to and looked at Martin, his eyes were glassy and his face was pale.

“What’s wrong?”

Tim looked tired, and he sighed.

“Not feelin the best, nothin to worry about.”

Martin scanned over the other man's frame, before lightly pressing the back of his hand to Tim’s cheek, moving it to his forehead, before removing it and signing again.

“You’re burning up, what’s going on?”

Tim was pretty sure he whined at that point, if he admitted he was sick he’d need to go home and he would be alone.

He didn’t want to be alone.

Whenever he had fevers he would get emotional, he knew this, so when Martin brushed his finger on his cheek, he didn’t even know he was crying, and that only made him start crying harder.

He felt someone else touch his arm, and looked up to see Sasha, with a bottle of water in her hand, he shook his head, the nausea from earlier coming back in full force.

He took a breath, he wouldn’t be sick, couldn’t be.

“I’m fine, I can work, I’m fine.”

Martin frowned, but wasn’t backing down, signing again, this time more demanding, but somehow still soft.

“Go lay down, at least, for a little while.”

Tim knew this wasn’t a fight he could win, and Sasha already had grabbed onto his arm and began to pull him up, steadying him when he starting to fall, and Martin vanished off outside of the office.

Sasha laid him down on the old couch, and he curled as small as he could into a ball, and he opened his eyes enough to see Sasha squint at him with concern in her eyes.

Martin was there the next time he opened his eyes, he had a blanket on him now, and Martin was holding a thermometer, Tim opened his mouth and let Martin take his temperature, he didn’t hear what it was, and he last saw Martin sign rest before drifting off to sleep.

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Martin sighed, and sat back at his desk, Tim set up across the room with a blanket on a couch, a bucket next to his head, burning with fever.

It wasn’t hospital bad, but he also didn’t feel comfortable leaving Tim alone, and from Tim’s reaction, he didn’t want to be alone either.

Sasha had mentioned he looked like he was curling around his stomach, but stomach pain and fever could’ve been a number of things, and he thought it best not to worry about the what if’s.

“Martin, why is Tim sleeping on the couch.”

Jon was something he did need to worry about.

“He- uh- he wasn’t feeling well, and I didn’t feel comfortable leaving him alone or him taking the tube, and I didn’t think he wanted to be alone either, so he’s sleeping on the couch until after work”

Jon didn’t seem happy with this.

“If he is that ill he needs to be home, not infecting the whole staff.”

Martin was sure he was about to make more complaints and arguments but was cut off by Tim, whining quietly and stirring on the couch.

Martin got up and walked over, running a hand through Tim’s sweat-soaked hair as he tried to curl deeper into himself.

Sasha walked over to stand next to Jon, watching Martin in his natural habitat of caretaking, as Tim had called it.

“He can stay, just don’t get sick, and if he gets worse take him home, you better work overtime next week.”

And with that, Jon left.

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It was around two hours later that Tim started to get worse.

Martin was working quietly at his desk, finishing up notes on some statements, and tracking people down for research when he heard Tim start to cry.

He quickly made his way over to Tim, just as he did Tim heaved and weakly gripped the bin in front of him.

After he was done being sick, Martin lifted a water bottle to his lips, not wanting him to dehydrate further, and went to move back to work, but Tim grabbed onto his arm, with surprising strength for how sick he was.

Martin sighed, he needed to work, but he also knew that being sick was bad enough at home, let alone on an old couch at work.

He adjusted Tim and sat behind him on the couch, the other man immediately curled around Martin, still trying to make himself smaller, and he winced as he moved.

Martin frowned and grabbed his phone, not able to sign with Tim basically on his lap, and not thinking Tim would be willing to sign back at all, so he quickly opened his notes and started to type.

‘What’s wrong?’

Tim looked offended by the light in his eyes when martin showed him the message, but ultimately grabbed the phone weakly and typed back.

‘Stomach hurts bad’

Martin frowned, but set his phone down and started to run his hand through Tim’s hair.

Jon walked in a little while, and crept over to stand next to the old couch, his cane tapping gently, he quickly reached out and brushed his hand awkwardly on Tim’s forehead, and sighed.

“Take him home, and keep me updated on him.”

Martin was surprised by this, Jon had always tried to remain professional and distant, but he didn’t want to question or argue with him.

He stood up, Tim groaned at the movement, but after a little while of getting ready to go, they made their way slowly to Martin‘s car, where Tim immediately curled into his passenger seat.

He drove him to his flat, not planning on leaving him alone for a while, and when he got to his place, he gently shook Tim awake, and they slowly made their way up to the flat.

After he unlocked the door, he settled Tim onto the couch, and switched out his bedsheets, and carefully ushered Tim into the bedroom.

Tim settled into the bed with little prompting, and Martin tucked a fuzzy blanket around his shoulders, and he left the room to get a cloth and cold water.

He was returning to the bedroom when he saw Tim curled up into a ball, sobbing, he was biting his lip so hard martin thought it was drawing blood, he quickly set the water on the side table and immediately sat next to Tim on the bed.

He knew that getting Tim to watch him sign or read whatever he typed would not work and that Tim probably wouldn’t be able to process what he was saying, so he hoped his movements were clear enough.

Martin suspected he knew what this was, so after he had moved Tim so he was laying out, flat on his back despite the obvious pain this caused, Martin lifted the shorter man’s shirt and pressed his hand on to the lower right side of Tim’s stomach.

At that, Tim let out a cry of pain, and immediately curled back around himself, and Martin knew what the next step was- the hospital.

First, he decided, he needed to tell Sasha and Jon, both had been worried, and they should know what was going on

Archival Gayng

Milk Kartin Blackwood- hey just so you two know im taking tim to AnE

Braincell Holder- What? Is everything okay? Do you need me to meet you there?

Bossman- Why does he need to go to AnE?

Martin Kartin Blackwood- i think he may have appendicitis but im not sure

Braincell Holder- Shit

Braincell Holder- I’ll meet you there

Boseman- Doesn’t appendicitis mean he will need surgery?

Martin Kartin Blackwood- yeah, i know that is more time off, but jon he is sick i don’t really care rn

Bossman- I don’t care about that right now.

Bossman- I care that my friend and employee might need surgery.

Bossman- Sasha, you’re still at the institute right? Can I come with you?

Braincell Holder- Of course, Jon, meet me outside in five. Martin, bring Tim to the hospital.

Martin Kartin Blackwood- ok

Martin sighed, and carefully maneuvered Tim in his arms so his head was tucked into the other’s neck and carefully grabbed the blanket that was around Tim and repositioned it over him again.

He quickly slipped on his shoes and grabbed the keys, and carried Tim out to his car where he once again curled into the passenger seat, his hands clutching his stomach.

Martin bit his lip as he got into the driver’s seat and started the drive to the hospital, it didn’t take long and when he got their, Sasha and Jon were standing in front of her car, Jon fidgeting with his hands and Sasha typing rapidly on her phone.

When he pulled in and was spotted, they immediately rushed over to where he parked and approached Martin anxiously as he got Tim out of his car, and immediately began to flutter around, trying to help.

By the time they had gotten Tim into the waiting room, Sasha and Martin began answering the questions on the sheet, and Jon sat quietly next to Tim and rubbed slightly awkward circles on his back when he curled over in pain.

When Tim was ushered into an exam room, Martin went with him, the others in the waiting room, and after some time, the doctor shared his suspicion, and he was taken away to a CT scan to get a confirmation.

After some time, the suspicion was confirmed and he was taken to surgery, and Martin was walked back out to the waiting area, left to explain the situation to Jon and Sasha.

Jon started to pace ten minutes after Tim had been taken back, and after another five of pacing, Sasha finally spoke up.

“Jon, are you alright?”

Jon stopped pacing and sighed.

“I’m just worried about Tim…”

Martin set his large hand on Jon’s shoulder, and the smaller man seemed to lean into it.

“It’ll be okay Jon, Tim is healthy, and appendicitis isn’t normally deadly if caught on time.”

Jon sank down on a squeaky hospital chair next to Sasha, and put his head in his hands, running a shaking hand through his hair.

“I know, I know, I just..”

He groaned, again, and Martin had to take a second to take it all in, Jon looked so incredibly.. different?

So far from the normal painfully professional and emotionless self he showed at the office, and Martin was then reminded that he was the odd one out here, he didn’t work in research with Tim, Sasha, or Jon.

He sighed and tried to push down the cold feeling that crept up his spine, and ignored the fact that he swore he could see fog seeping into the room from a closed door.

He sat on the chair next to Jon, and they all sat silently and waited.

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When Tim woke up, all he was aware of was the pain in his side.

He groaned and quickly moved his hand to cover it, but was stopped by the feeling of a tug in his arm, and a hand on his shoulder.

He pried open his eyes to see a worried Sasha looking down at him, but with the worry managed to be relief as well, and that was when the last twenty-four hours came back to him.

He sighed and pushed himself carefully into a sitting position, Sasha worriedly helping him, and he looked over and saw Martin asleep against the wall, and Jon leaning into him.

He was still tired and hurt, but he knew he would be taken care of, so he let himself fall asleep to Sasha helping him lay back down and running her hands through his hair.

[impossible-rat-babies]

first 20 lines meme

i got tagged by @coldshrugs tysm azia! tagging: @trvelyans, @zarneki, @rosykims, @forestcreatures, @starrypawz, @heartbrreak, @bitchesofostwick, @juniper-tree, @wayhavn, @pearlsandsteel​, and whomever else go for it !

The challenge is to list the first lines of your 20 latest fanfics. these’ll include wips too lol there’s some vague nsft stuff below the cut--nothing truly explicit in these though

1. prompt fill wip:

Rubble digging into Pollux’s shoulder blades, a heavy dead weight across his back pressing down on him. He winces, gritting his teeth and there’s just shallow breaths, ribs pressing painfully into the ground.

2. pollux finding out fic:

Mason curses as he breaks yet another cigarette and he tosses it into the trash, yanking out the old worn packaging for another one. Hands shaking, he takes a deep breath to steady himself and it works this time.

3. more shoe string french fry biting fic:

Pollux fishes another fry out from the little package of shoe strings, chewing slowly before he speaks: “You remember when I bit you?”

Ortega groans, shoulders hunching and the hood of the car once again protests under their weight. “You’ve bitten me no less than three times, Lux.” He reminds him and Pollux chews another couple of fries and swallows.

4. bathtub fic:

Pollux sinks lower into the water and for the first time in a long while, it’s quiet.

The faucet still drips, ripples spreading out until they hit his knees and he too lets them sink beneath the water--distorted and unclear.

5. the five feet apart because they’re not (gay)

Five feet.

A foot between him and the desk, another two and a half feet of desk, and then Grayson a foot and a half away. Might as well be miles and Pollux sniffs (again) picking at his thumbnail (again).

Five minutes.

Five minutes they’ve been sitting in silence. Nick is quiet too, but there’s a buzzing of anxiety whirling and twisting on itself that Pollux isn’t sure if it’s his own or just Nick. Probably both, if he’s being honest with himself.

6. nightmare/dropping the cups fic:

it’s too late to still be awake, Ortega thinks. He should be in bed with Pollux, instead he’s picking his way around the kitchen, cleaning up the remnants of dinner neither of them bothered to deal with once they were done.

7. phone go brr fic:

it’s far too early when the distant sound of the factory standard phone chime beeps over and over again, drawing him out of sleep. The sun hasn’t even come up, Pollux squinting his eyes open to stare at the blue hour haze coming through the thin curtains.

8. pollux shaving his head panic attack rip:

4am and he’s stuck sitting on the lid of the toilet, hands shaking uncontrollably with what he knows is yet another panic attack, his upper back and diaphragm aching from the frantic breaths. It’s all muted under the sound of clippers, the buzz and the strain as he combs the blades through his curls, watching ringlet after ringlet fall to the white tiles. They’re cold beneath his bare toes and and oh god he can *feel* it—

Why do they have to be white tiles?

Cool air on the back of an open shift, shivering at the cold and indignity of it all, laying on his side and staring at the floor, large needle pressing against his lower back deeper, between vertebra and poking into his spine—

9. legit just some pwp

Pushed against the wall and Pollux gasps, Ortega’s lips immediately following to meet his again, open mouths and trying to breathe while kissing is incredibly difficult. Ortega pulls him closer and Pollux has to crane his neck to keep reaching his lips but he doesn’t mind the effort.

Pollux grasp his shirt, pulling on fancy buttons and silk to find skin, fingers running across his stomach, feeling Ortega’s breath catching.

10. don’t stop (color on the walls) 

It’s a clear night out tonight, the sky an endless dome stretching miles and miles overhead out into deep inky blackness bespectacled by freckled stars.

Pollux blows a stream of smoke out of his mouth and it drifts up and up until it dissipates and he wonders if any particles of the smoke will reach that impossibly high ceiling. If they’ll touch moon perched on the roof, staring down at him with her grey blue light.

11. thigh kisses thigh kisses pollux kissing thighs (nsfw)

Hands on his belt buckle, sliding the belt through the loops and its tossed onto the floor. Pollux’s hands work at the button and zipper, sinking down to sit on the edge of the bed, knees trapping Ortega in close.

12. morning after stuff per usual lol

Pollux grumbles and grunts, hiking his pants up and over slim hips in a smooth motion, adjusting them around his waist once they’re buttoned and zipped up. His hip smarts a touch and he shift his weight from one foot to the other, rolling his ankle. It clicks like always does, his knee the same crackling as always.

13. more pwp bc. couches.

kissing a path down his erratically moving stomach and Pollux bites his trembling lip hard, head cocked at an awkward angle, shoulders pressed against the back cushion of the couch. Ortega’s hands gripping his hips, thumbs pressing into the divots of his hipbones and fuck he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget how big Ortega’s hands are, how he holds him so tightly and so assuredly.

14. the twenty questions fic im never going to finish:

“Okay question one.”

“Question one?”

“Well yeah, this is how twenty questions goes.”

Incredulous and obnoxious is how this is going. And the chair is especially uncomfortable, the stupid molded plastic thing.

Charge has refused to meet in his office, saying it was too professional of an environment to get to know someone and Pollux wonders if there’s anything professional about the man. Well, beyond the very nice (and expensive no doubt) dress shirt and slacks, but even then the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows.

15. a follow up to our reflections 

Pain greets him when his eyes open and Pollux clenches his eyes shut once more, the screaming headache cut off suddenly at motions too fast for his battered brain and body. It quiets to a dull roar at the base of neck, spreading down across his shoulders with each breath.

He groans softly, but steady arms and hands find him, pulling him in close. Mason buries his face in his hair and Pollux tucks his face against his chest, hand smoothing out and across Mason’s ribs, feeling him breathe long and deep. Warmth seeping into his hand.

16. a wip i made happy without trying:

“Okay, okay now it’s your turn sweetheart. Worst fuck you’ve had.”

Pollux sighs and sits further back on Mason’s hips he’s straddled, crossing his arms and he fusses with a loose strand on his borrowed shirt. Pity that Mason is left shirtless, but he hasn’t complained yet.

“Okay fine...does it have to actually have been like, dick in...?”

“Nah.”

“Give me a minute then.”

“Wow that many?”

Pollux glances down and gives Mason a wicked glare, but the anger is tempered by the grin tugging at the corners of his lips. Mason grins back, hands running down the slope of Pollux’s back and down the curve of his thigh, fingers tucking against the back of his knees pressed against the mattress. He shivers at the motions, giving Mason a brief glance. 

17. hotel california

A haze creeps around the edges of Rabbit’s mind, a steady rise back to consciousness; details escape them, the haze of drowsiness like cotton between their ears and they blink slowly in the dim yellow light. The gibberish hum of a tv turned down low on the edge of their hearing, but they know the sound of the news anywhere--the monotone of a newscaster droning

18. the “i refuse to believe adam doesn’t go down” fic + trans rights

Jamie pulls his head back when he hears Adam’s knees hit the floor, the air cool against his heated skin as he pulls his sweats down with him. Adam leans in, scattering Jamie’s hips with kisses and little marks he knows will leave behind marks. He’ll be covered in them by time they’re done and Jamie’s trembling, biting his lip and staring down at Adam.

19. another i dunno i just wanted a different perspective fic

ringing—ears ringing. sharp pain in his jaw and work out the kinks, make sure nothing is broken. Nothing is broken—he knows the pain of broken bones and this doesn’t feel like it. Nothing crunches as he moves his arms, the world rapidly spinning back into focus.

20. our reflections:

Feet stumbling over each other, Pollux’s shoulder slams into the door and he curses loudly. Pain radiates down his arm and into his ribs, scattering across his shoulder blades and ending at the headache welling across his scalp. Breath catching, pain making his diaphragm stutter but he knows this well. Pause, close his eyes, lean against the door, and take a few deep breaths to ease the tightness.

[trashcatsnark]

Questions For An Author

Tagged by the always lovely @shallow-gravy

Tagging: @enchantedbythebidders @tender-wounds @rosyibby

Name: Mariah

Top 5 Fandoms Written: Far Cry 5, Kissed By The Baddest Bidder, Cyberpunk 2077, Boyfriend To Death, uhhhh Mystic Messenger? That feels like a cheat.

Top 5 Fandoms You Want To Write For/More: Mystic Messenger, I really loved that otome, and wrote for it but never finished anyting for some reason. Fallout 4, I fell in love with Danse but struggled to fall in love with the lore (i hate the 50’s aesthetic shit ngl, but thats just me) so nothing ever took off. Supernatural, ironically most popular fic on AO3 is for Supernatural but I never sunk my teeth into writing for it like I thought I would. Boyfriend to Death, I actually have like lots of my one shots and some series ideas for BtD, but never really have found the time or energy to write them. Stardew Valley is a big one too, I adore Shane, but for some reason that fic has yet to catch it’s vibe.

Stories You Wish More People Knew About: Granted, Can You Feel The Sun? My cyberpunk 2077 fic is still very much in it’s infancy, so it’s understandable but I still sometimes am like wahhh i wish it was doing better. But, I know its just a time thing, i mean, it took about a year for This Is Love to do as well as it is rn.

Ship(s) Written The Most: Dahlia x Polyseed, Tsuneko x hinted with all bidders, Aidan x Johnny. Im an oc simp, what do you want from me.

Character(s) Written The Most: Dahlia at this point. As far as canon characters, maybe Pratt since he’s her shit head sidekick.

How Many OCs Do You Have: An amount. Dahlia for FC5, Tsuneko for KBTBB, Aidan or CP2077, Regan for SPN, Scout for FO4, Haejin for Mystic Messenger, Jude for SDV. Unnamed ocs for BtD and Monster Prom. And if you go far enough back i had like a billion shitty ocs for OHSHC, Fruits Basket, Naruto, YYH, One Piece, Digimon, Pokemon, etc etc.

How Many Series Do You Have: Publicly; I have 3. This Is Love (FC5), Black Market Wonderland (KBTBB), and Can You Feel The Sun? (CP2077). Though, unfinished, I did have Blossoming which was gonna be my Mystic Messenger fic and Mad To Live which was gonna be my supernatural fic. And I never named them but I was gonna do one for SDV and FO4, maybe someday, or not at all.

What Do You Do With Fics You’re No Longer Interested In?: I don’t really like to like abandon fics, but like it is a struggle especially when I lose interest in the fandom it’s for. Black Market Wonderland has been on a very long hiatus, but I definitely do wanna come back to it whenever my love for KBTBB is back and Im less frustrated with Voltage as well as some shit that went down in the fandom. I know drama and personal shit shoudn’t impact feelings on a game, but its hard for it not to for me.And what happened in voltage stuff was like, the most personal I’ve ever been involved in stuff so, its hard. But i still love the characters, so hopefully I’ll rekindle that flame. So, i guess I just wait and pray for my energy to return.

Coming Soon: The next update I do, that I have planned for next month is chapter 11 for This Is Love.

Line From A WIP: From Can You Feel The Sun? Chapter 2. (accidentally wrote can you feel the love, smashing fic titles together omg) Also, spoilers for Jackie's backstory in Cyberpunk 2077, so skip over if you don't want.

“I meant what I said before, Night City ain’t the kind of place to let you get by without family, but…” He trails off and chews his lip as he considers his next words. Then they seem to die in his throat.

“But…?” She prompts, trying to encourage him to finish his thought. Jackie then grabs a belt from his nightstand table, stretching worn leather over his fingers.

“Do you know what this is?”

It’s clear it has some significant value to him, but she has no way of knowing what, to her it’s just a belt. So, she merely shakes her head no, deciding not to be a smartass and allow him the chance to get the weight off his chest.

“This belt belonged to my dad, if you can call him that, Raul Welles. He, uh, use it to beat on us.. Go to school overed in welts, have to watch like a coward when he’d go after my ma.”

“You weren’t a coward,” V signs and gets up from her chair, sitting next to him, touching his shoulders, “you were a child.”

“Yeah…well, one day I ripped the belt right out of his hand and showed him what it felt like, turns out he couldn’t take his own medicine. Haven’t seen him since, but keep it on hand, just in case.”

V squeezes his shoulder, not sure what to say or do, how to comfort someone after that. The pains of a shitty dad is one she knows all too well, even when her own wasn’t trying to kill her, he was fixated on making her and her sister strong; training them. She knows all too well that you can’t take away the memories or the pain, but she hopes, being here can be enough. That the comfort of touch can act as a temporary salve for the heart, even if it’s all she can offer.

“Look, chica,” he takes a deep breath, “I don’t know your story, when and if you tell it is up to you. But, my point is. You need a family to get along in Night City, but family don’t end or start with blood. My old man will never be family to me. But, I got…people… who don’t share a drop of blood of with me and I’d take a bullet for ‘em”

“I think…I get what you mean, family you choose is what matters most.”

She agrees, but choosing her family is it’s own beast. Letting people in, breaking down walls, finding a family that chooses her as much as she chooses them. It’s all a terrifying prospect, being alone is easier, more convenient, less effort… Though it has a cost too, of course.

“So, make a choice.”

“What?”

“Work with me, V.”

Do You Accept Prompts?: I accept questions and ideas; I’m always open to talking about my oc’s and their bullsit. But as far as prompts go, if I'm in a mood which is rare and don’t really take requests. I just personally have always found that if I accept requests or prompts; writing because a duty/obligation and not a hobby which drains a lot of the fun for me.

How Do You Feel About Kudos?: They’re nice and I really appreciate them. Comments and bookmarks will make me the happiest!~ That being said I’m really bad about doing that myself so I get it.

Do You Read Fic As Well?: Not that much actually, I’m very particular with what I read regularly and even then, maybe once a week I go on a reading binge. I love fanfic, greatly, but I’m someone who’s like I need to write

[outropeace]

elotito tagged me on this so i’m gonna do it for her <33333

1. describe how you first started writing and when you first posted

i began to write in general since i was around 14 like any other emo kid kdjdjsks and o began to write fics when a friend asked me for one as a birthday present. it was written in a hurry and it’s not my favorite but i really enjoyed doing it. i posted that exact same fic on their birthday

2. which of your characters do you typically resonate most closely with? do you base any characters off of yourself?

it depends the fic i guess. and not really, i think the closest i’ve been to do that is in the rockstar au (coming to the @bottomlouisficfest very soon), i put one or two of my old insecurities in h so he could connect better and wouldn’t be persieved as just an asshole-y dude cause i don’t like that and louis don’t deserve that uwu🌸

3. where do you often find inspiration?

music, movies, tiktoks (DONT JUDGE KDKDKS)

4. has quarantine helped or hindered your writing process?

before the quarantine i had around 3 wips, now i have 8

5. do you listen to music/noise while you write or do you prefer silence?

i listen lofi youtube playlists shjdkld

6. what is your biggest writing pet peeve in your writing or in general?

me repeating “Oh...” over and over again through tall my fics, it shouldn’t be legal

7. describe your ideal writing setup

rainy day, good coffee, comfy sweater, my cat besides me, arely sending texts about teeth/imessage games, snacks

8. favorite time of day to write?

nights (it’s usually when i have time)

9. favorite genre to write + one you’d like to try writing in the future?

i’d LOVE to write a thriller

10. do you struggle with writer’s block? how do you typically overcome it?

i just leave the fic for a bit, i don’t really like to push myself about this cause i’m just doing it for fun

11. what is the easiest part of your writing process and the most difficult?

the easiest is the dialogues, i could write pages and pages of just dialogues in hours and the hardest is the smut dhjdd

12. how do you come up with original characters? (if applicable)

it depends, is the antagonist? i ask myself how’d i feel if i were them, like a third party just trying (and usually failing) to get in between

13. what is your favorite and least favorite word?

i like “wet” i just... yeah.... and least favorite i don’t really know tbh

14. what is one thing about your writing that you’re really proud of and one thing you hope to continue working at?

i like that people conect with the characters because i always put a lot of effort in making them realistic (as much as i can), i make them flawled and sometimes even messy but with good hearts and intentions, all of them are (even the antagonists). and my grammar OH MY GOD MY GRAMMAR

15. what work of yours has your favorite ‘verse/world building? how did you come up with it?

hands down the ice prince fic. and funny thing is, i already had my prompt for the fic fest but i just couldn’t stop thinking about one particular prompt about a bratty prince and an alpha who hated omegas and the amount of POSSIBILITIES that had. two days later or so, the mods of the fest gave us the opportunity to pick another prompt if we wanted and the rest is HISTORY

16. what font and size do you write in? single spaced or double?

11 and single

17. what is a typo(s) you find yourself making consistently?

baby do we have TIME FOR THIS ONE?

18. (if applicable) do you separate fic writing from fandom?

yes, always 100000000%

19. what emotion is your favorite to write? which is the most difficult?

angst, sadness, anguish, sorrow, jealousy, i love to hurt hearts. and it’s not an emotion but after they get together it’s really difficult to me to actually keep going (oh god dkdkdkkdd)

20. what is one thing you hope readers always take away from your works?

that that’s okay to fuck up, that no matter the circumstances you have to respect your partner and TALK WITH THEM and that a person can be successful, independent and a badass while being soft and a c*mslut

21. what is the best and worst writing advice you’ve ever received?

i think “write whatever you like, you’re not being paid for it anyways” is the best and only advise i’ve actually listened to

22. which one of your works would you most want to see turned into a film/television show?

it’s complicated cause my two favorites are abos and idk how that would work dkskkss but the ice prince and the alpha/alpha fic

23. do you write scenes chronologically or out of order?

chronologically but i have a document apart where i write everything that comes to my mind at the moment, that one is A MESS

24. how do you handle criticism?

i think good, if it’s respectful

25. what is the advice you would give to someone who is looking to start writing?

trust yourself, have fun

26. what kind of feedback on your work always makes your day?

ANY type of positive feedback makes my day tbh

27. which fic ‘verse of your own would you most like to exist in? which fic’s characters would you most like to befriend?

none tbh dkdkks and louis, obviously

28. what do you always enjoy getting asks about/wish people would ask about more?

about my stories, i love when people just come to rant to me about certain things the characters did and ask me why they did it

29. what has writing added to your life? how has it changed you?

it relaxes me a lot. i just can write for hours and hours and it just feels nice and in some way exciting

30. why do you write?

refer to question 29 kdkdkxk

boost yourself + tags!

1a. share the last sentence you wrote

from the exes to lovers au:

The second hiccup of the night came in the form of his ex smiling to a boy sitting next to him on a couch. The boy had gorgeous, dark and wild hair, clear hazel eyes and a pretty pouty mouth. Their body language screamed attraction and that they both were ready to devour each other. Louis was familiar to the smile Harry was giving to him, bright and seductive, ready to give anything you asked for.

2a. describe the wip you’re most excited about

right now i’m very excited for the happiest season au, my “cliche story” au and for my exes to lovers au dksks i’m excited about a lot of my wips i’m so sorryjdjd

3a. share the piece of dialogue from one of your works you’re most proud of

from the alpha/alpha au:

“I’m not giving up on love,” He softly touched the hand that was still grabbing his thigh. “To me, love is like flowers. Each one needs a special treatment, if you give an orchid the same treatment you give to an iris, the orchid will die. Same thing with love. I’m not giving up on love, I’m just changing the treatment. We might not be an orchid, but we could make such a pretty iris.”

4a. share the best first and last lines from your work(s)

favorite first line from the sugar baby au:

Powerful people only end up with powerful people. The rest are just playthings in their lives. Louis Tomlinson was many things, but he wasn’t anybody’s plaything.

favorite last line from the ice prince fic:

“Who would have guessed…” Harry whispered after a while, smiling against Louis’ lips. “the dragon finally got to keep the princess.”

5a. link the last fic you read

HAYLEY’S MASTERPIECE

6a. link the last work you published

that’d be the ice prince fic

7a. link to your ao3 (if applicable)

hereee

8a. someone that inspires you

louis teheeee

9a. a comfort fic/work that you’ve been grateful for this year

god, again, there’s so so many of them, like the amount of authors i’m so grateful for, the list is infinite but these are a few that comes to my mind

all elote’s (@defencelesst) fics makes me really really happy and never fails to give me a cozy/wintery feeling, her louis IS THE MOST PRECIOUS THING ON EARTH AND HER HARRY IS JUST PERFECTION, i’m in love with her descriptions and how she just takes you THERE. hanis @loulicate-recs always makes me smile so fucking hard. ris @falsegoodnight fics NOW.... well.... ris fics they make me smile but also make me want to throw my phone to the other side of the room BEST OF BOTH WORLD IG. MAR’S FICS (loubellies on twitter, idk their @ here i’m sORRY) ARE LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE AUTHORS AT THE MOMENT, such a pretty louis IM SO IN LOVE WITH MAR’S LOUIS ITS UNFAIR

10a. other writers that you’d like to tag!

omg i’m probably so late to this and idk how many of you have actually done this so here goes nothing @allwaswell16, @runaway-train-works, @greenfeelings, @kingsofeverything, @thepolourryexpress, @larents

[7wanderingpaws]

hello sweetie!!

this is an excellent way to know you :D and all about your WIPs

soo i want to ask you from WIP questions:

Which character is the most like you?

Hardest character to write?

Does your WIP have romance? If so, what is your favorite couple?

and from more ask questions:

Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn’t.

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are these too much?? but im so excited to answer

Hiii dear thank you!! It’s not too much at all, the questions are there to be asked haha!

Which character is the more like you?

Answered, but I’ll write it again: I’m a mix of Simply Yours and Quit Your Life characters haha!

Hardest character to write?

It’s Simply Yours series character for obvious reasons: she needs a lot of research; pregnancy and then post-partum, dealing with triplet newborns, juggling her new life as a stay-home mum alone all the time and trying to keep her marriage normal. Now it’s the challenge of her career she needs to keep while raising 4 year old energetic triplets, having a very busy husband, and well now the upcoming *** as well!! I wish to keep it as realistic while also keeping the pleasure of reading a fic of your favorite idol so it’s a little more challenging! But comforting nonetheless!

Does your WIP have romance? If so, what is your favourite couple?

Answered as well but I’ll take the time to also say I really like Captain Bucheon couple 🤪

Describe a fic that almost happened but then it didn’t.

Master Perfumer Baekhyun that I talked about so much almost one year ago. It’s called One of a Kind. I have stuff written about it, I loved everything about that fic, I researched a lot but yeah it just didn’t happen 🤷‍♀️ but!!! I’ll just tease cause I wrote a lot but it never saw the light of the day 🧙‍♂️

The premise of the story: I’ll grant you your wish. Under one condition. Spend one night. With me.

Baekhyun was silent as he slowly walked over to your lab table and leaned back on it next to you, his hands in his pockets. “How did you get into perfumery?” He asked but didn’t look at you. Instead his gaze was focused on the floor, deliberately checking any unnecessary dirt or stains.

You cleared your throat, feeling the tension in your nervous system rise. “I got myself a job at Kiehl’s in Seoul. I went through their training system-“

“What about your university degree?” He asked, STILL not looking at you. He was now meticulously checking his shoes - Oxford dress shoes.

You gulped. “Chemistry. Bachelors.”

He looked up at you and took notice of your slight paleness that wasn’t there when he first came. Ever so slightly, he narrowed his eyes at you. Could he smell fear? Oh, certainly so when his sharp eyes snapped to your bobbing throat. “What about Organic chemistry?” He asked out of nowhere startling you again.

“Ex-excuse me?”

“How did you do in organic chemistry.”

Uh, you raked your brain for a good enough answer but this man was as unreadable as some perfume formulas. “Good enough,” you blurted more confidently than you felt like.

He smirked and looked away, giving you the opportunity to see his handsome profile. “Well, I wonder what is your good enough. I’m sure it differs from mine.” He straightens up, leaning away from the table and turned to face you. Unconsciously, you took a step back to keep a safe distance but the lab chair was right behind you and you stumbled. In reflex, your arms reached out to nothing but Baekhyun was a quick thinker. He swiftly stepped to you and grabbed your arm, yanking you back and right into his chest. Quite a hard chest.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you murmured and quickly stepped aside from him, feeling his hand letting go of you. “I’m so clumsy.”

“Exactly,” was his sharp reply and you were quick to look on the ground in regret. “I hope you know clumsiness is anything but affordable in this field.” His voice wasn’t necessarily scolding, but it wasn’t friendly either. He moved closer to you and you tensed up again just for him to walk around you, heading out of the labs. “Keep up the hard work then!” He waved his hand even though his back was to you, leisurely walking out as if he just didn’t investigate your very soul.

Once his footsteps faded, you finally took a deep breath.