#Because I actually loved this game and sharing these excerpts

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Excerpts Ask game masterlist

1. That makes me smile

Nozel and Natalia

First Nozelena kiss

First Nozel laugh

3. That encompasses my style

Nozel takes Helena to see the sea for the first time

4. Dialogue I'm most proud of

Helena lashes out on Nozel

Conversation after first kiss

7. That I nursed in a day dream before writing it

The seven big plot points -> one of them being Helena finding out about Fuego's coma and Nozel comforting her

Nozelena dance

8. That hurt my own feelings to write

Pacific Rim Au Nozelena (ugh so much)

9. With characters I love

Silvas at the beach

10. With characters I struggle with

Helena meets the Black Bulls

11. With characters I want to write more in the future

YamiChar

12. That has a particularly good bit of characterization

Helena judges Magna :(

13. That helped me understand a character better

Helena has her first civil conversation with Nebra and Solid

15. From an old piece that I like

Klance go to the arcade

16. From a recent piece I want to brag about

(twice the same one shot, but different excerpts)

The little Silver Eagles birdies one shot

The little Silver Eagles birdies one shot

21. That I liked but had to cut

Kirch getting healed by Helena after the Royal knights exam

22. That was so blissfully self indulgent

Situation after which Helena realised she likes Nozel

23. That was inspired by a work from another medium

Wildest dreams by Taylor Swift

25. That was my favorite

Jealous Nozel...

[katyawriteswhump]

WIP tag game!

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

The beyond awesome @wheneverfeasible tagged me! I was going to try QWERTY, but yeah... no Qs forthcoming so I stole some SYRUP!

So, here's some WIP excerpts, including some oldies I really need to get back to. This was a good excuse to dust off those files, so...

Less than zero pressure tags for some lovely moots and lovely tumblrs I haven't connected with in a while (my bad!) @tea42 @yesdangerpls @estrellami-1 @hey-rach247

@kal-ology @berenwrites ... word is, TOAST.

...

Screw it.  Steve’s an Omega. He’s not a freakin’ pushover, plus there were pups in danger. Okay, not his, and in fact only a few years younger the him, but that was total irrelevance. It was his duty as much as anybody’s to look out for them—in fact, presenting as Omega had been a goddamn relief, explaining a lot about his protective instincts toward younger kids.

From my forthcoming Whumptober Omegaverse fic #1

There's 18+ stuff to follow so...

“You want that?”

All Steve could do was gawk at him, incredulous. “I always wanted you, Eddie. Yeah, I was kinda surprised at the start, because sex had never been, like, fun for me before. And I’m not saying what we did wasn’t totally fucked up, but… Honest to God, Eddie, that first night, you spent more time with your fingers up my ass—driving me crazy—than your dick. The only part which was fucking hard labor was how you aaalways needed me to come too! Guess that meant you always cared if I was enjoying it, so… I wasn’t lying about much, okay? No doe-eyed guilt trips, huh?”

From The Freak in the Penthouse chapter 15

Really, truly, Steve wasn’t sure if he’d be able to come again so soon. Either way, it was fun finding out. By the time Eddie gobbled him deep, cheeks sexily hollowed and with a super-sexy glint in his eye, Steve was pretty much at the point of no return, and the soft undulations at the back of Eddie’s throat slayed him dead.

From The Freak in the Penthouse chapter 15

“Uuuuuh, how exactly did you two wind up at Lover’s Lake, anyhow?” asks Dustin, who’s getting incredibly nimble with his crutches. Steve remains out of it, so Eddie and Robin hook his arms over their shoulders and start dragging him between them back toward Nancy’s station wagon.  “I mean, we thought you were in the Starcourt base—"

“Good job you weren’t,” interjected Nancy. “Oh my God, you have no idea what’s been going down there.”

“Yeeeeah, actually, that’s precisely where we were,” mumbled Eddie. “And the apocalyptic flood? Okay, you might have to ask Steve about that. When he wakes up.”

From The Power of Love chapter 19

“P-please.” Steve begged, and for or the first time, he struggled against his bonds in his need to remove the blindfold. “What’s happening… Jesus… Holy Shiiiiiit! E-eddie? Pleeeeeease!”

Still no answer. Just scorching hot breaths, and deep grooooowl that resonated to the marrow of Steve’s bones. At the same time, mega-confusingly, the pillow-soft lips nuzzling Steve’s throat sure as heck belonged to human Eddie. The body slamming him, too, wasn’t abrasive scaly… but Holy shit! That was a definitely gigantic, scaly dragon cock that slowly nudged his dripping wet passage apart.

From Dragons’ Pet chapter 3

[ghostradiodylan]

Dylan’s cheeks were burning. He could feel himself fidgeting under the gaze of his fellow counselors and he couldn’t seem to stop. He couldn’t be cool about this, as much as he wanted to be. Despite his cultivated aura of casual detachment, Dylan had maybe the worst poker face in the entire world when any kind of crisis hit and he was fully aware of that.

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Companion piece to Truth or Dare: Ryan's Version.

Both are excerpts from the second chapter of my longer story Particles & Waves.

Playlist Needle Drop: Still With Me - Jukebox the Ghost

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“I dare you to kiss either Kaitlyn… or Dylan.”

Ryan was the one tasked with the decision, yet Dylan could feel everyone looking at him instead. Had he been that transparent about his interest in Ryan? Apparently he had. He typically enjoyed being the center of attention, but not like this, not when he wasn’t in control of the narrative. Hadn’t he been the one hosting this game show a minute ago? Now he was but a hapless contestant. Bob Barker was calling him to ‘come on down’ and he did not feel at all confident about winning the showcase.

Dylan’s cheeks were burning. He could feel himself fidgeting under the gaze of his fellow counselors and he couldn’t seem to stop. He couldn’t be cool about this, as much as he wanted to be. Despite his cultivated aura of casual detachment, Dylan had maybe the worst poker face in the entire world when any kind of crisis hit and he was fully aware of that. He hesitated to look at Ryan for this reason. He wanted to try to gauge what he might be thinking, but he didn’t want his stupid whipped puppy eyes to start pleading his case to Ryan without his consent. It was so unbelievably embarrassing to be this invested.

Dylan wasn’t without hope, he’d felt a few of the advances he’d made toward Ryan earlier in the evening had been well-received, or at least not outright rejected, but he was trying to prepare himself in case he wasn’t picked. He didn’t want it to disappoint him but he knew that it would, and realistically no amount of preparation would soften the blow. More than that, he didn’t want the disappointment to show on his face, he knew the others would be looking for it if Ryan kissed Kaitlyn instead of him, and he knew that it being written all over his face was wholly unavoidable as well, unless Dylan somehow quickly found a bag to put over his head.

And then Ryan had said, “I guess both is off the table?”

Wow, Dylan had thought, greedy.

He wasn’t sure how to parse this statement. Dylan was running the numbers but he couldn’t quite work this into the equation to quantify his odds of getting that kiss. It seemed so nonchalant, flippant even, that it made him feel even more foolish for caring so much about a silly little kiss in a silly little game. At the same time, it wasn’t a refusal. It certainly wasn’t a ‘no homo.’ It was more of a ‘yes homo and also yes hetero.’ Sure, anyone could kiss anyone, it didn’t mean anything, really, but this was the closest Ryan had come to making any sort of declaration about his own sexuality the entire two months that Dylan had known him. It was a significant development in his painstaking academic study of Ryan and he was noting it with a more than academic level of interest. 

Was this simply the offer of a consolation prize? Was Ryan preparing him by saying, hey, he’d kiss them both if he could, but rules were rules, no hard feelings, pal? Or was he actually thinking of a three-way? Dylan hadn’t cared much for that thought; Kaitlyn was pretty hot as far as his slim appreciation for the opposite sex would allow him to admit, but he really didn’t think he’d like to share.

He was spared this line of thought going any further because Ryan had said his name. 

Ryan had chosen him.

“Dylan,” he said, “let’s go.” He sounded pretty happy about it too.

That was his name, right? He was still named Dylan? He decided that he was.

So the consolation prize was for Kaitlyn, then? Dylan loved her dearly but he couldn’t bring himself to feel too badly about that. And Kaitlyn, he knew, was a catch. She was beautiful and funny and cool. She knew about guns and cars and sports and had a mouth like a sailor and a daytime television face. She was the archetypal ‘cool girl’ most straight guys seemed to be fantasizing about. For Ryan to choose him over someone like her hadn’t felt like a stunt to shock or impress the other counselors. It had felt like it meant something.

Dylan had tried not to look too eager, getting to his feet and striding over to Ryan as their coworkers wolf-whistled and cheered. Allyship awards for each and every one of you, he’d thought, and two for Emma. He wondered, belatedly, why he had to be the one taking the walk when it was Ryan’s dare but if Ryan wanted to be a pillow princess about this, Dylan wasn’t about to complain.

And why in the hell hadn’t he put his beer down before he walked over? He was so faintly aware of it in his hand that he would have been in real danger of pouring it over Ryan’s crotch as he leaned over him if it hadn’t been half empty already. Dylan hadn’t realized the risk he’d taken until it was over. That would have been one of those moments that only works out in rom-coms, where the endearingly clumsy protagonist has to go help the love interest clean up and clothes start to come off and things progress from there. At the time, he’d congratulated himself on the near miss, but now he was thinking maybe he should have served Ryan that lap full of Savini’s Best cold-filtered pilsner and taken his chances. Assuming Ryan had let him help out, it would have gotten the two of them away from the fire pit before things started to go sideways, if nothing else.

The kiss itself was only slightly more sensual than when Dylan had smacked the faces of his babysitters’ daughter’s two Ken dolls together when he was 5 years old (though, to be fair, that had felt thrilling and transgressive to him, as a very tiny gay, at the time). He blamed himself for that, he’d been so focused on reining in any untoward impulses he might have that he’d pulled back much sooner than he’d intended. But he had to walk back to his seat and, with everyone looking so intently at him, it would be a bit mortifying to make that journey with any visible degree of a hard on. Still, his lips had pressed softly against Ryan’s lips and no matter how brief or how chaste a kiss it was, it definitely counted. Emma’s truly obscene kiss with Nick followed and it had made him feel a little better that he at least hadn’t put on such an appalling display as that.

But the moment he pulled away, Dylan could have sworn that Ryan had shifted slightly forward after him. It was so subtle that he would question whether it had happened at all, and Ryan had half ruined it with his corny line about being happy to please, but now he was sure that it had happened. He was also sure that the eye contact they’d briefly made when Dylan regained his seat, before he’d forced himself to look down and away, had meant exactly what he’d hoped it meant. This was just a game, sure, but it was also a prelude to something else. Ryan had wanted more, wanted him. And as irrevocably fucked up as everything had become in the interim, having that confirmed still felt pretty fucking good.

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Can you even call yourself a Rylan fanfic author if you don’t take a crack at this scene? I’m thinking no.

[sherlockruiningmylife]

My Merthur (Merlin) fics masterlist:

Decided to redo this list from scratch because I hadn’t updated the original in an age. Listed from my newest works to my oldest. All fics are linked to via the title. Should just be able to click to open them.

-Bleeding Gold (T | 3,865)

Merlin bleeds gold. Every time he is injured he has to hide it from any prying eyes.

Small excerpt: It's a simple cut that wouldn’t require more than a few stitches. If it were on one of the knights it would be no big deal. But on Merlin… The problem is, Merlin isn’t quite human in the way the others are. He’d been aware of this for a long time and it always irked him. But now it was especially apparent. As blood dripped from his arm in the shallow cut. It dripped gold.

-The servant god (G | 3,275)

When Merlin and Arthur get into an argument, Merlin reaches his wit's end. He blows up and confesses to Arthur before storming off. Now it is Arthur's turn to try and win him back

Based off of a post I had drafted on Tumblr but never actually published. Not used entirely verbatim in here but almost the same lines are there: Merlin gets frustrated one day and explodes into a rant about how Arthur treats him. Merlin: Do you even know who I am?! I am Emrys, Arthur! I am a God! Arthur: (scoffs and crosses arms) God of ineptitude maybe. Merlin: (glares then storms out leaving a trail of flames behind him)

-Becoming a god (G | 6,367)

The knights and Merlin stumble upon a shrine to Emrys in the woods. Merlin realizes, too late, that it may be more than just a simple shrine.

-How to pick a fight with your soulmate (G | 2,353)

Soulmate AU where your soulmate shares your pain every time you get hurt. This is how I imagine the market fight in the first episode would have gone had soulmates existed.

Small excerpt: “Do you want to give up?” Merlin yells. “To you?” Arthur asks as he backs away. Hoping sooner rather than later that this foolish man would hit himself with the mace he is swinging so wildly. “Do you? Do you want to give up?”

-Till death do us part (E | wip currently 50k+)

Stuck in an arranged marriage contract, struck before either were old enough to have a say, can Merlin and Arthur find any happiness in their inevitable partnership? With one being a sorcerer prince, and the other raised to despise sorcerers it seems doubtful.

This one is my baby, my love, my passion. But she is currently on a little hiatus. Will be back once I quit getting distracted.

-To know all of him (T | 4,307)

When Merlin and the knights get captured by a sorceress, Merlin is forced to take a truth serum. After revealing his secrets, will Merlin be able to regain the trust of the king and his knights?

Short excerpt: The sorceress growled, “Enough games, now answer! What is your biggest secret?” Merlin frowned, trying to fight off the serum, after several long moments of silence Merlin looses the battle and says quietly, “I have magic.” Anthea grins, “there now, was that so hard?” Lancelot winces but Arthur looks puzzled. Arthur, who had been observing the interaction with confusion finally chimes in with a cut off laugh.

-Hidden Talents (T | 19,755)

Modern with magic - Aithusa/dragonlord fic. Merlin and Arthur are roommates in uni. Arthur likes to complain about Merlin's appalling lack of a social life, using this as an excuse to take Merlin with him everywhere he goes. This is convenient for when Merlin is needed to protect Arthur from his own misfortune, but it does make it difficult to keep certain parts of himself hidden.

I definitely tend to write for myself and this is a prime example. I reread this one often, it makes me happy :)

-A Grain of Truth (M | 12,179)

Merlin and Arthur travel to an outlying village in Camelot seeking a stolen amulet. What they find is a thriving magical community with druids wandering the town's market freely. Unfortunately for Merlin, he is recognized as Emrys. How will Arthur respond when he finds out? Set somewhere in the midst of season 3.

-Camelot’s Protector (T | 5,632)

Camelot is forced to battle Essetir when Cenred's men invade. Merlin does his best to stay at Arthur's side when the battle begins, but Arthur is insistent that Merlin get to safety. Both refusing to cooperate, they get themselves into trouble and end up revealing more than they'd planned.

-The Role of Servants and Masters (G | 3,476)

Thomas is a new servant in Camelot's castle. Before today, he had only heard stories of the prince and his manservant. He had thought them to be the result of the castles working rumor mill, blowing them out of proportion. He will soon find out first hand just how true those stories were.

Small Excerpt: So far, Thomas knew that the Prince, Arthur, and his manservant, Merlin, were a bit of an oddity in the castle. Their relationship could not be described as that of a servant and his master. Instead, people described it as… well no one was quite sure. Prince Arthur gave Merlin orders, but those orders were either ignored or done begrudgingly. From what Thomas gathered, Merlin did follow the law, he just didn’t seem to adhere to the spirit of it.

Another one I reread often :)

-The Trouble with Soulmates (T | 17,774)

Arthur Pendragon is a famous actor, Merlin Emrys is a maths teacher. The chances of their paths crossing are slim to none. That is until Arthur sets them on a rather frustrating journey. Who knew that soulmates could be so troublesome.

-Not According to Plan (T | 2,294)

While out on patrol, Merlin, Arthur, and Elyan are ambushed by bandits. In order to fight them off, Merlin must use his magic. When one of the bandits cries 'Sorcerer', Merlin is faced with a tough decision. Caution is thrown to the wind, and Merlin is a badass.

-The Legend of Emrys (G | 4,801)

As the king of Camelot, Arthur is seeking to undo his father’s laws against magic and right his wrongs. As the final step in this process he seeks an alliance with the druids. They inform him that he already has their allegiance because Emrys is at his side. There is only one problem with that, Arthur doesn’t know who Emrys is.

-Once and Future Merthur (T | 11,832)

While escaping from bandits, Merlin and Arthur find themselves transported to a different version of their lives. Throughout their journey secrets are revealed and emotions are uncovered. Will they be able to handle the truth once it is unveiled?

This one is a bit out there admittedly, but I stand by it.

-The Unwanted Gift (G | 5,649)

Merlin is, by his nature, a kind and gentle hearted person. When a young sorceress sees this in the warlock, she seeks to help others to be able to see this in Merlin as well. She gifts him with an enchantment that bears Merlin’s soul to the world, which leads to some rather unintended consequences for the warlock. Inspired by this artwork from 2018 by tumblr user @cypress-ess: https://cypress-ess.tumblr.com/post/177981059209/snow-white-au

-Visiting Home (T | 3,016)

Arthur and Merlin travel to Ealdor to take part in a harvest celebration. Arthur has known about Merlin’s magic for a while, and Merlin has been named the Court Sorcerer. Wanting to get to know more about young Merlin, Arthur asks Hunith for some stories. OR – tooth rotting domestic fluff

This is 2 years worth of my writing/my life which is quite crazy for me to think about. Hope y’all like some of these, I love this fandom so much!

[queerweewoo]

WIP TAG GAME

RULES: you will be given a word. then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

i was tagged by the lovely @daffi-990 and my word was: SPACE

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S

See, Eddie allows himself to lay his problems at Buck's door because Buck has always encouraged him to do so. Or rather, Buck will turn up on Eddie's actual doorstep whenever he knows instinctively that there is something bothering Eddie. It's almost like there's an invisible version of one of those tin-can-on-a-string play telephones that your mom makes for you when you're a little kid, and it's permanently attached from Eddie's brain all the way to Buck's.

(from my Accidental Sexting fic)

P

Pure. Fucking. Torture. 

Everybody has their cross to bear.

(from my Jealous!Eddie fic)

A

After a few seconds, Buck is just Buck again; chuckling, now, his brows knotting together as one corner of his mouth hitches up like it's been hooked on a line. Eddie thinks of being a ten-year-old boy, fishing at the lake near his old home with his father, and he defiantly wants nothing more than to cover Buck's mouth with his own and consume him.

(from my Buck Accidentally Calls Eddie 'Babe' fic)

C

Can you stop now? Can you rest? ‘Cause there's only—or there isn't any—there's just—there's only… 

Nothing.

(from my 2nd pov Shot!Eddie fic)

E

Eddie thinks it's pretty funny (funny in the way food starts to smell when it's past its sell-by date) how the bones surrounding the human heart have the word cage right there in the name. As if the organ needs locking up, some sort of damage limitation. Not that it always works in the way it's supposed to; Eddie's heart has done irreparable damage, both to the people he holds most dear and to himself, every time he's set it free. And hurting himself is one thing—a thing Eddie knows he's deserving of—but hurting those he cares most about? That's an unforgivable thing. It also happens to be a thing Eddie has done, over and over again. 

(from my Sad!Eddie Cheating Cheaters fic)

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i'm choosing the word SLOWER and my tags, play or nay, are under the cut :)

@inell @rosieposiepuddingnpie @sortasirius @angela-feelstoomuch @woodchoc-magnum @kitteneddiediaz @watchyourbuck @treasurehuntbuck @colonoscopys @shitouttabuck @lamardeuse @idealuk @exhuastedpigeon @veronae-buddie @wildehacked  

[griefabyss69]

Acrostic WIP Game!

Tagged by @cchapsticck (and a bunch of other people ages ago but I lost those posts!!! I'm sorry!) Thank you <3

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

The word is: C H A S M

C

Cool. Steve's cool—he's been cool and he will stay cool. He'll keep an eye out for whoever's been too into Eddie but not actually doing anything to get kicked out or told off. He'll help Eddie show off.

H

He leans in close and puts his mouth by Eddie's ear. Oh God, his ear, it's just an ear but he never sees them so it might as well be a Victorian lady's ankle.

A

"Apparently because of the guy who wore the same outfit as me." Delilah takes a half-step back to look him up and down and she laughs.

S

She pulls out a tupperware of cheese and little fruits and flops onto the couch. "Love Saturdays." Steve laughs, thinking about Eddie's complaint about Tuesday-slash-Wednesday slowness.

M

"My hair will pinch," Eddie shouts over the music. It's not a real protest. "Good," Steve says, playing dirty. He rings his finger and thumb around Eddie's wrist, just above the watch, and holds on tight.

These are in chronological order from the same scene!!! Just without much context :' ) This is from the WIP that possessed me last week and has been reluctant to let me go long enough to do such things as live my life but uhhh 2003 voice Writing Is My Drug so Tagging: @steddieas-shegoes @postmodernau @carbonbased000 @zombiethingy and @stevehairingtit !!! No pressure as always

Your word is: S I L V E R or G O L D E N (Just in case that "V" is absent. Pick one!)

[harri-etvane]

Ask game: Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing… Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

WIP Weather Ask Game: Sun - What's your favorite part of your WIP? Tornado - Who is your most impulsive character and why? Wildfire - Who is your most emotional character and why?

🫶

Hello, love ❤️

Fic summary:

This is.. mostly hypothetical but it's an idea I've had loitering around my brain for ages - I've probably mentioned it at some point before.

Something where, Vova looks at Maks and wonders; you swore you'd never harm me, that you'd give your life for mine - but what if? What if that isn't the case - what if you would hurt me, if you would betray me; what then? (ofc he never would; but just, Vova having those thoughts, even if they are entirely unfounded).

I'll probably never write it because it would need a lot of actual plot points and I suck at those - unless it was just a little angst ridden, post-nightmare sort of thing. It's a thought anyway.

Something sweet:

He returns from his trek a half an hour later with a steaming mug of tea and a plate of warm poppy seed rolls that the canteen worker had pressed upon him after realising the tea was for the President. Knocking briefly on the door, he shoulders it open after a few seconds. Thankfully, Vova is fully dressed this time, resplendent in a grey sweatshirt and soft dark trousers, slowly towel-drying his hair  as though it’s a monumental effort. He startles slightly as the door opens, blinking owlishly behind his round glasses and sympathy curls quietly in Maksym’s chest as he sets down the mug of tea on the side - the softness, the gentleness of Vova that no-one has yet managed to rip from him; it’s here, always, just out of sight.

“Here.”

Maks leans over and takes the now damp towel away from him, Vova’s hair stood at all angles as Maks gives him a gentle push toward the bed. He sinks down onto it, a leaden  weight, burrowing into the blankets, his shoulders slumped. Maks pushes the mug of tea at him, nudges the plate of buns a little closer. There’s something so woundingly soft about him here, curled into the blankets on his tiny bed, hands clutching at the steaming mug of tea, his eyes threatening to slide shut.

He can’t understand why anyone would ever want to hurt Vova.

Swallowing down the lump in his throat, he rubs a hand at the back of his neck.

Sun - This is a lil vague and not actually an excerpt, but it's been nice to explore the dynamic between Olena and Andriy, and Olena and Maks in the Laurel Grows rewrite. I'm trying to give everyone space to breathe in this version; rather than rattling through it in 6k words like I did last time.

Tornado - Maks? maybe? He can very much be a lil bit tough-love, 'I know you're the President but I can be stubborn too'

Wildfire - oooh. Olena, I think? The few times I've written her - her emotions have been a little closer to the surface than say, Vova or Maks.

Thanks for asking darling ❤️❤️

[triptychgrip]

Because the YOI fandom needs more "Viktor riling his husband up in order to distract Yuuri from his nerves (and also b/c he longs for smutty payback)"...

I personally believe that every once in awhile, Viktor Katsuki-Nikiforov would get an immense rush from sexily teasing his nervous husband, all so that Dom Yuuri can put him in his place, afterwards. If you need convincing, might I interest you in this fluff/smut fic (that will be at least 10K words long when I'm done with it, which, incidentally, is actually on the shorter end for me)?

In this particular bit of filth set in the summer of 2021, Yuuri is anxious prior to his meeting with the Japan Skating Federation, one in which he'll relay his decision to retire the following year (after the 2022 Beijing Games). In his duty as coach, Viktor first tries to distract Yuuri in their shared office at home, but when Yuuri kicks him out -- after an all-too-fleeting makeout session -- Viktor steps it up to sexting.

I always have so much fun writing kinky fluff/smut between these two, and can't wait to post the final (second) chapter next week. Below is an excerpt that I hope will pique your interest in this or my other Yuri!!! on Ice work.

Content warning for explicit/implied sexual content ahead

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With almost embarrassing speed, Yuuri nudged Makkachin out the door (first kissing the top of her floofy head in apology) and retrieved the lube that he kept in the bottom-most drawer of his desk.

…just in case.

Then, he got his phone back out and clicked into Signal, his heart climbing into his throat and his anticipation mounting.

Immediately, his mouth went slack; he knew this song! And what was more: Yuuri knew that Viktor knew that he knew it.

They’d heard it together two weeks ago when they’d capped off their date night at Dark Room, one of their favorite nightclubs in Fukuoka. He shivered, remembering how they’d both been a bit tipsy, kissing and grinding up on one another as the pulsing beat vibrated through their bodies, pressed flush together. 

‘Heatstroke’, indeed.

And though his love was by their pool and not in a dark nightclub, the current video featuring his nearly naked body – contorting mesmerizingly as he danced to the song – sent that same rush of scorching heat licking up Yuuri’s spine. 

But the most erotic part of the video wasn’t how Viktor’s bare chest and arms were gleaming – had he covered himself in some kind of shimmery massage oil? – or how the skirt he was outfitted in was even shorter than the rose-print one he’d been wearing, earlier.

It was his choice of prop: a melting ice cream bar that Yuuri was positive he hadn’t seen in the freezer. 

A trickle of white ran down into the crevice between Viktor’s fingers, and he didn’t appear to blink even once as he eyed the camera and began to suck on them, vigorously. After only a few seconds of this, he swiped a dab of ice cream onto his spit-slicked fingers and then streaked it over a nipple, the visual reminding him of last week, when his husband had blown him and frantically begged him to cum all over his chest.

Yuuri moaned as if struck. 

Stress-eating sweets was a go-to move for him prior to meetings like this, so he’d scoured their cabinets and freezer earlier for that needed dopamine rush. He hadn’t seen any hint of ice-cream, and had actually been a little cranky because of it. 

Added to the fact that Viktor had on a different skirt and type of braid than he’d been sporting earlier, he was more confident than ever that his spouse had filmed this video on some other day.

Meaning, he’d been planning this.

Fuck.

[philtstone]

WIP Tag Game

Rules: Share a snippet from whatever you’re currently working on, and then tag 5 people.

tagged by @firstelevens

no pressure tagging @sesamestreep @sayheykid @flyinghome-againstthewind @tllgrrl @walkinginland and also @carrotsofthepirabbean because i wanna see more of the worlds greatest Star Trek au xoxoxo

so im working on like 3 things at the same time because that always ends well? and theyre all currently in completely disjointed half-written snippets state, lol. here are 2 short bits from the most unserious one, aka the princess bride-inspired au i once told zainab about and then almost forgot completely until a week ago.

“Gus, I think I just communicated with a dead girl!”

I’m not dead!

“Aaah!” Shawn’s responding exclamation occurs at a much higher pitch than is objectively dignified. “What? No! What? Who – you!”

“Who?” asks Gus, wide-eyed.

“Jules?!” Shawn says, unsure to whom the question is directed. He looks wildly around, then up at the sky, then finally back down to the peaceful, round cheeked face smushed into the grass between them. Gingerly, he leans over and nudges her head to face the tree canopy instead.

Took you long enough to notice, says Juliet’s grumpy, disembodied voice. That was not a comfortable position, you two. So much for your druid lineage.

Shawn, staring googly-eyed at her motionless body, feels the bottom half of his jaw slowly drop open and hang on its hinge like a squeaky see-saw. 

“What are we staring at?” Gus whispers, from right behind his ear. Shawn is too catatonic with shock to startle.

“Gus … she’s talking to me.”

“Juliet?!”

Yes! says Juliet’s bright voice emphatically in Shawn’s head.

“Yes!” squeaks Shawn in a very manly fashion. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Ooooh my God. Gus! I’m not – I’m not actually a psychic. I don’t talk to spirits! I barely believe in spirits. Until five seconds ago the top job on my resume was a court jester position I never actually held!” He takes a big long deep breath and feels slightly dizzy. “Why can I hear her?”

“I don’t know!” say Gus and Juliet at the same time, in markedly different tones and registers. For one thing, Shawn can hear Gus using his eardrums. Juliet’s voice just echoes in his skull like a little wind chime. Shawn swoons, very mildly. Gus catches him.

“Where would I be without you, Gus,” Shawn mumbles, into his best friend’s tunic lapel.

**

and excerpt two ...

“Well,” announces Woody the Miracle Man. “Lucky for you two, the little lady is not, in fact, deceased.”

“You mean we haven’t just been carting a dead body around for two days like idiots?” Gus asks desperately.

“Huh. That’d explain why she still smells like peaches.” Shawn looks down at Juliet’s serene, not-dead face. Her long eyelashes fan out against her cheeks and her golden hair flutters and twirls around her face in the faint breeze from the open window. He absolutely does not sigh in an involuntary and relieved and heart-fluttery fashion.

It’s the oil I use for my scalp, Juliet chimes in helpfully.

“Shawn, focus,” says Gus. “If she’s not dead, what’s wrong with her?”

“Well,” says Woody. “That’s the thing. She’s not completely dead. She is a little bit mostly as much as one can be without dying dead. Isn’t that so fun? I love medicine.”

“Mostly dead?” Shawn asks incredulously. 

“On a percentage scale,” Gus starts, “whereabouts would you put her, exactly?”

Shawn hits him. 

“Oh, a hefty seventy-four. And a half, I’d say.”

Huh. Huh.

[meekmedea]

re: wip game

carthago delenda est, because the name is funny to me (Cato the Elder and his apocryphal figs)

Oooh ok, so this one is meant to be the last part in that AU where Clemmie outlives both her love interests. This one is set post rebellion and has this previously shared excerpt as part of it.

Some of the major points since I don't have too much written for this yet:

Clemensia and Coriolanus discussing the Capitol, Felix's death and of whatever their relationship has deteriorated to post-rebellion. It's mostly dialogue right now. These 2 are sort of unable to communicate what they actually want to say (because of everything that's happened between them and the fact that they're probably being spied on).

Poison is 'affectionately' given out on 2 separate occasions. You could probably argue that in both cases it was done out of a twisted sense of mercy – maybe even love? But the main difference is that Coriolanus doesn't tell her about the poison because he knows she'll survive it while Clemensia gives him the option of refusing.

And there's one that focuses on Clemensia and her children - it's meant to be a peek into the death of the Snow name. Here, it's implied Clemensia has died from natural causes. Her children (by blood + by marriage) discuss their parents' complicated relationship as they figure out her will.

[wrongcaitlyn]

25, 26, and 28 for tyt/dear reader for the ask game please! 🫶 Personally, for 26 my favorite detail was probably how you’ve integrated social media into the fic. Reading and imagining each of Lou Ellen’s videos as well as seeing everyone freak out in the comments just like we do just makes me smile, lol. Though I can’t say that I’m not jealous of them for being able to experience all of that and have it be with real people 😭

25. Share your favorite line

this is SOO HARD OHMYGOD. okay so i really really really like some of the tweets that i've made, and also the text messages... but it *has* been a while since i've looked over talk your talk, so the most recent thing in my mind is:

"They’ll be the biggest stars in the world.” He pauses, then adds, “Aside from myself, of course.” “You peaked in 1998,” Meg comments dryly. “Okay. I’ll relay that to Drew. Anything else?” “It was actually 2002,” Apollo mutters under his breath.

apollo and meg only truly have two conversations and they're already my favoriteSLKJDF

26. Share your favorite detail

ALSO SO HARD AHGDSFH but thank you so much for sharing yours!! i'm so glad that y'all like the social media bits bc they're some of my favorite (to re-read, not to write because the users get very frustrating at times) 😭😭 (and i too am jealous of the people in the tyt universekljd)

i think i have to say my favorite detail might be apollo's memoir. idk if it counts as a detail, but i just love all of his lore... and i realize that for a solangelo centric fic, a bunch of my answers have just been apollo LMFAO

i love solangelo so much but the memoir excerpts are my favorite favorite bits to write!! and i've been meaning to share his backstory for sooo long so it's so cool to be able to write it in a different way that feels more authentic to the character

28. Write a new summary for the fic, but badly

ah shit. i already suck at making normal summaries, and i cheat at those by just putting an excerpt and then adding like what kinda au it is, BUT - lets do this for talk your talk

traumatized kid gets adopted by extroverts and is skyrocketed to fame by a depressed still-in-love-with-his-ex bisexual, all the while falling in love with his best friend and running away from his past

[paprikadotmp4]

WIP game ♡

rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence / excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

tagged by the lovely @disniq (coughs ages ago coughs) thank you bb i love these!! this was actually really hard to do tho, holy moly

word: CAPE

C

from sladedaddy x sugarjayby, my jayde wip for sladerobin week that is not getting done in time 😭 (i'd add more but the rest is in bullet points 🤣):

"C3-C4," Deathstroke manages to say before passing out.

A

from chokehold, aka the wip where khoa and jason are fuck"buddies" because they both have the hots for bruce:

After he'd seen Batman and decided to strap a bomb under his car, to finally be rid of the man who'd haunted him since he could think past green. Bruce had been a ghost hanging over his head, choking him with his presence, the miasma seeping into his pores. Ghostmaker had been a revelation. Jason knows death intimately, and although she is the closest thing he's ever come to being at peace, he's never welcomed her with open arms. If it were up to him, they wouldn't meet for a long, long time. She'd come to him again that night at Ghostmaker's behest, with all the hits that met their mark and the single, beautiful slide of a blade through flesh and bone. It had been brutal and obscene, the ease of which he tore into a boy half his age like it was a game. Jason wasn't innocent anymore; he had blood on his hands through no one's choice but his own, and yet he knew Ghostmaker was dripping with it, savoring its taste, not drowning in it like he was.

P

LMAO this is actually from the same sugaring fic that above C excerpt is from:

"Please. I think you know I'm not just any 'boy', Wilson." He stresses Deathstroke's name in blatant challenge. Slade just narrows his gaze at Jason. Then: "The Bat's second bird," he says flatly. His grip tightens around Jason's throat; Jason gasps in pain before his air is cut off completely. There's a glint in Slade's expression that's almost curious. "I heard the clown killed him." But Jason couldn't answer the question even if he wanted to, red-faced with wide, watering eyes… and hard and aching in his pants.

E

from bruised and bloodied chapter 5, which hopefully i'll update soon:

Everything from Roman taking out one of the Gotham underworld's boogeymen to the fact that he'd hired Deathstroke to do it—to the fact that Slade is training Jason—it sounds like some kind of twisted, fucked up fairytale. Everyone knows how this story ends: with Little Red Riding Hood taking step after step into the wolf's maw herself. Jason remembers the weight of the gun in his hands earlier, the force of its recoil and the deafening sound it had made in his ears. He wonders if that's enough to get out of Roman's grasp, or if he'll need some huntsman to save him; he worries about whether anyone even can save him, be it Nightwing or Slade or even Batman himself. He thinks of Gloria and figures it could be worth dying to try.

tagging: @gavotteandgigue @amaraangelicus @bittercape @sasheneskywalker @setsailslash and anyone who wants to do it!!

your word is: WRITE

[dame-zoom-a-lot]

WIP Word Game

Rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Thank you for the tags @runninriot & @runraerun I was having a week and this was such a nice surprise <3 I got HEAT and KINGS. I'm going with KINGS because I flipped a coin and got a tail

Words are from a temporarily (fingers crossed) abandoned ghost hunting fic that was originally going to be my Eddie BB entry

K

Kind smiles and sharp features

I

“I promise. If your house is actually the first haunted house we ever found, I will personally pull every string I have to create a bidding war among every horror aficionado in this country to make sure we find a buyer that will take this house off your hands for millions. Do you trust me?”

N

“Nope, nope, you don’t just get to wiggle out like that,��� Steve untangles Eddie from his arms and stands back to glare at him again, voice back to d-flat. “Why the fuck did Robin’s wet dream of a woman just show up at our apartment with a suitcase?” Oh, right. He did do that didn’t he? Told Chrissy to stay over at their house since she couldn’t sleep at hers, for...to quote himself from a few hours ago...as long as she needed. If only he’d remembered that he shared the house with Steve and Robin.

G

“God she’s hopeless. I love her so much.” Eddie says reverently.

S

Steve exclaims, exasperated. He raises a shaking hand to his ear to avoid looking at the offensive gap and strides over to a random outlet. “This is the fifth outlet that doesn’t work!” He steps backwards then peers at the defective outlet. “And of course it’s off-center.” Steve sinks down into a squat and covers his face with his hands. “Why is nothing centered?”

No pressure tags: @lollaika @cuips-not-cute @alwaysurvalentine @alduade-art + anyone who might want to join Your word is: STUN

[wannabe-cartoonist-blog]

WIP Word Game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of that word.

tagged by the lovely @evelhak and GASP, i actually have wip writing that I can post??? i've been meaning to write again, maybe this is the kick in the pants i need... These excerpts will all be from an upcoming chapter in my knb ningyo au.

A

After, they’d head to the main Mess - a conglomeration of booths and high top counters built into the wall - where everyone would partake in idle chit-chat as they ate, until it came time for morning announcements, which broke down the agenda for the day.

G

I don't have any sentences that start with G.

E

Even Mitobe had looked surprised by this information.

N

Naturally, neither Taiga nor Kuroko had let on that they had overheard the freshmen gossiping.

C

Call it a natural inclination for his “own kind” or simply because they “trauma bonded” or whatever other day-time TV therapist term Alex would apply to it, but Taiga had definitely been sticking to Kuroko’s side like a leech.

Y

“You say that like…they’re not safe from ningyo?”

I'm tagging the lovely @seafoamist and to keep things on theme here, the word I'll assign you is AHOY. (Is that even a word technically?? well it is now!).

[glittercake]

WIP GAME

@downwarddnaspiral thank you for the tag to share some of my wips :) which... i cant believe i actually have unposted wips for a change! i normally just write one thing at a time and finish it. i cant say when any of these will be done though, but at least they exist lmao. i've been busy irl and too tired to write.

so. here goes:

The sambucky divorce AU: titled Moments Away for now (from the Mango Groove song) i have about 6k, redid the outline 3 times because it was just too much, and had some personal war flashbacks while writing it so i had to take a breather 😂 Excerpt:

Sam's mama always said love’s never going to be enough and he didn't understand how that was possible. He didn’t understand—as a seventeen-year-old, so in love he could barely see out of his own eyes, or as a sophomore on the back of a dropout, bad boy’s motorbike, or as a new father of beautiful twin girls with the love of his life—how that could ever be the truth. But he gets it now. 

more below the cut!

Next is a Sambucky Night Agent AU: based on the netflix series. it's basically cap sam/modern bucky but with suspense :) this is literally all i have so it might change completely:

There’s murder on the news. The Vice President’s dead. The nation’s in uproar. They’re saying he did it. They’re saying Captain America has committed treason. His face is plastered across the news, on every station on every street pole, his description is flying through the airways as he sits here covered in blood, trying to catch his breath. He didn’t do this. Sam can’t fucking breathe. He’s not someone to admit this easily, but he needs help. He needs help in a big fucking way. He eyes the number that dying woman stuffed in his hand earlier and hopes his phone line is still connected.

This one is a post canon fic where they run into each other on vacation and decide to have a little summer fling and then drama happens when bucky joins thunderbolts when they return.

Technically Sam wouldn’t be fucking his co-worker. Technically, they’ve only worked together like once, really. Bucky’s mouth is in his neck right now, and Sam can feel a bruise forming but he’s doing nothing to stop it because Bucky’s hand is also on Sam’s dick and it’s all going downhill real quick. So does he want to shit where he eats? No. Is he going to tell Bucky to stop? Also no. They’re on vacation and it’s anything but separate, like they threatened—in fact they’re plastered together—so something, something stays in Vegas…

then a fucking vampire AU?? which was very unexpected but I'm having fun planning it and writing little bits at a time. basically sam is a photographer looking to advance his career and bucky is a 100yo vampire. hmm.

There’s a sudden movement at the top of the stairs, so swift it’s dizzying. Sam can't place it. Just a gust of black night and bright blue, like the electric zap of lightning in a storm. Sam’s instinct is to retreat, wanting to back himself out of there. Overcome with fear. But something else sticks him in place, makes him hone in on the movement. A tall, slim figure, pale as moonlight, glides down the steps as if they’re not there at all, with the grace of an encroaching predator, salivating with deadly hunger, and Sam can’t move. Only after a few paralyzing moments does he recognize the shape as a person. A man. Sam realizes now that the flash of electric blue he’d seen is the man’s eyes.

anyway, that's it. i'm actually keen to get work done on these. hopefully i get some time soon :)

[polycrowtruther]

Several Sentence Sunday

In honor of @dreamtigress's own SSS post, I will share mine as well! I'm working on several different WIP's and they're all different genres so I figured I'd do a couple sentences from each to show the variety in what's to come!

(excerpt from the Spirit of Grief)

“We’re ready,” Matthias said, his voice hoarse. He squeezed Kaz’s shoulder to get his attention, “We’re going to start now, okay demjin?”

“Do your wors’,” Kaz’s lips wobbled but they found their way to a grin eventually, “S’not like ‘m going anywhere.”

Matthias choked on his response, dropping forward to rest his forehead on his forearm unable to speak. Lying prone over Kaz like that, the two of them looked like a statue. As if they had both been cast in marble. Grief poured down Inej’s throat as she tightened her grip on Kaz’s pants. Fuck, she loved these boys. She loved this life she had, and the person she owed the most to was fighting for his own life now. He had to pull through this. His place beside her was too invaluable to lose.  

“Nina’s gonna fix you right up,” Inej said, before correcting herself, “She’s guiding Jes, he’s gonna get that poison out of you.”

“I’m certainly going to try,” Jesper chimed in weakly. 

They waited only long enough to confirm Kaz could hear what they had said, but they were done hesitating. They’ve wasted too much time already, it was time to act now.

(excerpt from God I Want to Feel Again)

“Kaz is a fine boss - ,” Jesper fired back quickly. 

“ - That’s funny, because if I recall correctly Per Haskell was in charge of you. Does your allegiance lie elsewhere now? I’m sure he’d be delighted to hear that.” Iago lifted his paw up and sniffed it, “Not that I much care, that is. I’m sure you follow whomever you please, so long as their pockets are deep enough to keep up with your ‘extracurriculars’ right?”

“Fitting a leech like you’d assume we could be bought,” Clem growled, “But unlike all your boss’s lackeys, it takes more than just a flash of kruge to secure our follow.”

“And what about your discretion?” Iago cooed, “Because we are only here on behalf of a rumor that came directly from your mouth, after all. How much does it cost to keep you quiet, Clementine?”

Jesper flinched. The crew had already discovered this revelation, back when the Black Tips had struck as they left Ketterdam, and to be honest Wylan didn’t really blame Jesper - or Clementine, for that matter. It had been dangerous, and Inej had taken a major hit, but Wylan believed that was inevitable. There was no way they’d get to go on this heist without other players in the game taking notice. If it hadn’t been Clementine’s overeagerness, it could have been Wylan’s rambling. Or Matthias blunt honesty, or Shanti’s well-meaning fretting. Hell, Oomen himself could have stumbled on them in the street and put two and two together. No amount of discretion can prevent bad luck and simple mistakes. Jesper had a big mouth, and he could say things that left deep cuts, but Wylan would always place his bets on the sharpshooter to have his back when it mattered. Loyalty did crazy things to a guy, sometimes. 

(Excerpt from ambiguous and not yet named lingerie shopping trip fic)

“Have you found what you’re looking for?” A raspy voice asked from behind her. Speak of the devil, as they say. 

Nina turned, smiling brightly at her boy, “Yes, actually, I have. Be a dear and hold onto my choices for me.”

Without preamble she hefted her picks into Kaz’s arms, feeling her grin sharpen as he balked at the amount of clothing. Wordlessly, he looked at her, as if waiting for a more concise explanation. She hummed, pausing a moment to take a generous sip of her wine, before setting down her glass again. 

“We’re going to be here awhile,” She patted his cheek lightly. 

He furrowed his brow but did not lean away from her touch, “We have to try on everything? If one pair of smalls fit and the rest are the same size, they should all fit. If they don’t, that’s just bad tailoring.”

“You speak as if you’ve been privy to the process already,” She pouted, “What if I don’t like the color on you? Or what if it’s not the right feel? I want you both to look your best, and if we buy it we should make sure we look damn good in it, right?”

“Fair enough,” Kaz acquiesced with a shrug. He shifted the finery in his arms until they were no longer wrinkled in his hold. So far it seemed any fight he’d put up was, upon closer inspection, just his grumpy curiosity. Nina grinned. Kaz Brekker was a very good boy. 

softcore tagging @sissytobitch10seconds and @lunarthecorvus as well as anybody else who has been reading/writing SOC/SAB fics!