#I finally got that scene written

[canisalbus]

I say this in the best way, but your characters feel like they're from an obscure but really good piece of media, and you feel like the artist who always draws the two main characters as ghay lovers

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[daffi-990]

✨ Inspiration Saturday ✨

Soooo I mentioned last week that I’d found a title for Rival Firefighters 🚒 …

I even made a little banner for when I start posting (which won’t be for a while yet).

Title is from the song Haven’t Had Enough by Marianas Trench which I am currently obsessed with 😍 (seriously some days I just listen to it on repeat for ages, especially when I’m driving).

And here’s a little snippet from a scene that’s been fighting me for weeks but today I actually made progress with 😭. Thank you @thewolvesof1998 for reading over what I sent you and making sure it made sense and for your very helpful suggestions ❤️

He makes his way from car to car checking in on each one’s occupants, offering up first aid if needed. It’s repetitive work and Buck finds himself getting bored until his eyes spot a familiar name on the back of a turnout coat. Now things are going to get a lot more lively.

Buck makes his way over to where Diaz is finishing applying a Band-Aid to an elderly gentleman’s forehead.

“As I said before, you don’t have a concussion but if you start feeling dizzy or anything out of the ordinary, call your daughter okay?” The old man nods in agreement, Diaz patting him on the shoulder before collecting his things and getting to his feet.

“Firefighter Diaz, it’s been a while.” Buck says in greeting as the other firefighter turns around.

Diaz’s hair is sweaty and loose, a few strands falling forward over his forehead that have Buck’s fingers twitching with the want to touch. His face is coated in a mix of dust and maybe car oil? Buck doesn’t know exactly what the black stuff is but it is a look and Diaz is pulling it off.

Diaz clenches his jaw as his eyes harden. “Not long enough.” He mutters, walking past Buck.

“Oh come on!” Buck follows after him. “I bet you’ve missed me. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that.”

Buck certainly missed Diaz and his big brown eyes and thick fucking thighs that are connected to such a glorious ass. He really wishes the man wasn’t wearing his turnouts. It’s a crime to keep an ass like that locked away.

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder but I still find you incredibly annoying and wish you’d stay gone.” Diaz shoots back, looking 100% done with Buck and the conversation.

Buck also missed this, whatever this is. He gets such a high from flirting with and teasing Diaz. Maybe it’s the hard to get ideal that’s doing it for him, but whatever it is, Buck likes riling Diaz up and today is no different.

“You wound me!” Buck clutches at his heart in mock offense. He expects an eye roll or another bitchy response, but Diaz just keeps walking, doing a wonderful job at pretending Buck doesn’t exist. Which, rude.

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[lakeheadlyricist]

watched i saw the tv glow

[twstmagica]

spoiler for upcoming interactions

Riddle: without rules we are nothing but animals.

Yuu: BARK BARK MOTHERFUCKER

[vermillioncrown]

my heart might give out from stress

i don't want my drafts to remain in purgatory if that happens

here's a snippet from the blowjob brothers

happy vday or whatever

hlwi snippet: timkorv ceo and pa roleplay

tldr what you get when you have two overthinking maskers that are dating

(mature, allusions to exhibitionism)

Korvin is supposed to shadow Tim today as his PA. At the same time, he can stealthily join in discussions on some Wayne Enterprises & Subsidiaries’ projects for the next fiscal year. It’s dubious as hell, managerially incestuous, and not at all billable to any of the workbooks. Technically, Korvin is “Out of Office.”

Tam gives them a Look, Lucius gives them a bigger Look, and they both separately say, “Keep it out of Meeting Room 5B.”

“Pardon?” Korvin plays the wide-eyed mangénue well—first PA job fresh out of his management degree, definitely-of-course-not hired for his credentials nor family connections.

“Director Kwan-Wayne.” Lucius removes his glasses to polish them and says in a mild tone, “That 3 AM with M-Systems could have your name on it for the rest of your tenure. Clear?”

Korvin drops character for a brief moment of honesty. “Crystal, Chief Fox; keeping it contained.”

They get left alone late morning in Tim's office. Tam pointedly does not look in their direction and pushes the controls to shut the blinds.

That’s not Tim’s concern right now.

Right now, his only concern is coaxing the young and nervous PA to come play with him. Cute face, DSL, firm ass, and positively stacked—Tim has to have him under his hands as soon as possible. “I don’t have super hearing, Mr. Kwan. You’re going to have to come closer to my desk.”

His PA walks to the front of the desk, posture stiff and straight like he’s about to crumple with nerves given any leeway. He doesn’t look Tim in the eye; instead, he leans over the desk and clumsily holds the tablet out to show the agenda for the day.

“Mr. Drake, I have the brief for 11 AM printed—if I could go retrieve—”

“Mr. Kwan, no need for that; just brief me like this.”

“L-Like this?” Poor thing is flustered and baffled. Tim supposes he needs a bit of clear direction to help him along.

“Oral report,” he clarifies. And Tim can’t help it when the back of his pen traces against the younger man’s jaw. The metal tip goes up to the corner of his lips, tapping that tempting beauty mark right at the edge. All of it would look amazing wrapped around his cock. The heat would fog up those cute glasses, and if Tim gets careless with his aim? A little mess on those unruly curls wouldn’t be out of place. “Nervous when you speak, Mr. Kwan?”

“I-I,” his PA swallows, the motion framed by the turtleneck under his suit. The suit itself is nicely fitted, if a little juvenile in the fabric weight and cut; obviously a gift from someone with more means. The turtleneck pairing is tasteful, but a choice—hiding love bites? With the gift suit and his looks, maybe this type of “PA work” isn’t outside of the younger man’s experience. “I’m trying to work on. Uh. That, M-Mr. Drake.”

“Luckily for you, I have plenty of advice to offer,” Tim offers with a smile. “We have half an hour—why don’t you come around and I do that while we discuss the brief?”

His PA gives a bashful glance at the wall clock, though still frozen in his vulnerable pose and in Tim's hand.

“Don’t be shy,” Tim whispers, letting the back of his fingernails graze along the younger man’s cheek. Dark eyes follow the path his hand takes, trace it back to Tim himself. When it’s obvious that the other is fighting back a timid but interested bite on his bottom lip, Tim lets his gaze fall to “bedroom eyes” and cocks his head to beckon his new playmate over.

Their roleplay quickly falls apart after that, though because neither Tim nor Korvin can stand being Not Correct. The derailment happens at the intended coy exchange of, “‘Oh, what if we get caught?’ ‘Guess you’ll have to be quiet, sweetheart,’” and then—

“What? No, now I’m actually concerned. You’re the loud one,” is refuted with, “no, that’s you with the actual anechoic sex room.”

“It’s not a—whatever! I literally had to install a trained bypass filter on the hall cams because of you!”

Never mind the unhinged meticulousness in finding the right sounds to train said filter on— “And you got caught, so fine, we’re both loud but I’m stealthier! ...and you’re louder.”

“We have the technology to be, y’know, objective. You just don’t want to be wrong.”

“I don’t want to dignify this argument with actual data.”

“Yeah, that’s how I know you’re actually louder,” Korvin rolls his eyes, even as he continues to contort himself under Tim’s desk. “This front drawer’s in the way.”

Tim pushes his chair back and bends to look at the bottom of the drawer. “I think if you kneel further back, but then—”

“—yeah, I'd have to lean forward.”

“Oh…but that's a better angle for your throat, though.”

Korvin nods thoughtfully. “You'd have to keep me from falling too forward or chance someone seeing my hands stick out,” he muses.

“I'll keep my ankles crossed back in. Brace against that,” Tim suggests, and at Korvin's nonchalant thumbs up, he rolls back in front of his desk.

[arnold-layne]

The Scene update: it goes slowly but surely! i may only manage to squeeze out maybe 500 words on a good day but the chapter is already nearing 3k and im only getting started. its not gonna come soon but it’s gonna come

[bunnyscar]

Fears

As soon as Link and Zelda were well enough to travel, they left Castle City with Impa. According to her, they would take less traveled roads on the way to Kokiri Forest, in the hope that Ganon would be less able to trace them that way.

The group spoke little on the drive out of Castle City, each wrapped up in their own thoughts. As Zelda watched the city outskirts slowly falling behind them, her heart ached, tears springing into her eyes. It was not as if she were leaving forever. If she could master her power and learn to defend herself, then she could return.

But somehow she knew it would not be the same. As a child, she had believed her home was invincible, a haven of peace and happiness, that no one there would intentionally hurt another. When she was older, she had realized not everyone was that kind, but even in college she had chosen to see the best in others. Now, however, this belief had come crashing down. Ganon’s men had put cracks in that belief when they infiltrated the university and wounded Link, and the attack on the lab had torn it down completely. Darkness had entered her little world of light. And she was afraid the darkness would swallow her.

She turned away from her window and glanced at Link, who sat at the other end of the car’s backseat. He gazed out his own window, silent and thoughtful. What would he think of leaving Castle City? Would he call it home like she had, or would it be a relief for him to be gone? 

Link broke into her train of though by asking, “The Kokiri forest, how far away is it?”

“With our route, we should make it in three or four days,” Impa answered.

“Is it far enough away from the City?”

“It will do,” Impa said, “until you’re both fully recovered. The forest is dangerous enough that Ganon should think twice about entering it, but for us it’s a good hiding place.”

“Dangerous? I thought you were taking Zelda there to be safe.”

“It’s not that dangerous if you know where you’re going. The danger is in getting lost,” Impa replied. “My people the Sheikah have long researched the forest and found out some of its ways. As long as we’re careful and stick together, we’ll be fine. Besides, some Sheikah have even found fairy fountains that heal wounds.”

“Fairy fountains, huh,” Link muttered, raising an eyebrow, obviously unimpressed.

“Yes,” Impa said testily, starting to get annoyed. “Or do you doubt my people’s trustworthiness?”

Link looked like he wanted to say something sarcastic, but he thought better of it and kept his mouth shut.

“I’ve never been out this way before,” Zelda commented, trying to fill the uncomfortable silence that followed. “My parents took me sometimes to Lurelin Resort for vacations, but other than that I haven’t seen much of Hyrule. It’s a little exciting to think about seeing the forest. You must have seen a lot of places, Impa.”

Impa nodded. “I have seen a lot of Hyrule, mostly on research trips.”

“What about you, Link? Have you been outside of the city?” Zelda asked, turning to him.

Link hesitated, glancing out the window again. “Well, since I grew up in Gerudo Valley...yes, I suppose so,” he said slowly.

Zelda glanced at him curiously. Perhaps his coming from Gerudo Valley should not have surprised her, since he spoke and wrote their language so well, but he looked nothing like a Gerudo with his blonde hair and fair skin. And furthermore… “Aren’t all Gerudos women?” she asked in puzzlement. “I thought that they only gave birth to boys every 100 years or so.”

“Yes, that’s true of the Gerudo race. But just because I grew up in that area doesn’t mean I’m actually one of them. There’s a trading town at the edge of the desert, a place where several races meet to trade with the Gerudo women. I grew up in its slums.”

“The slums...did you have parents?” Zelda asked softly.

“I don’t remember them. I was an orphan and earned a living as a thief. Ganon found me in the slums and offered a place in his organization, promising that I would never have to want for food or shelter again. It seemed like a dream come true, and at first it was everything he promised. Until the training began. Then it was hell.” He shuddered involuntarily.

“You didn’t mention this before when we asked you about the organization,” Impa interjected, glancing at him with a frown.

Link shrugged. “Didn’t seem necessary.”

“What was this training?” Zelda asked hesitantly.

“Some of it was combat training, some of it was stealth training. And then there was...curse training.”

“Curse…” Zelda felt a shiver of fear crawl down her spine.

“Ganon’s curse magic, to be exact. It’s dark magic and acts as a sort of poison, spreading throughout the body and destroying it from inside. How fast it kills a person depends on his resistance to it, and some people can even build a tolerance for it.

"The curse training was so we could use weapons imbued with his magic. But members of the organization who were like me, orphans or homeless who had been picked off the street and only joined out of desperation, often failed this training. We couldn’t build up enough tolerance. The ones who passed the training and became Ganon’s important officials were often hardened criminals he recruited. People like those who attacked the lab.”

Zelda shuddered. In her mind, she could see Link’s crumpled form on the floor that first time he had been attacked in the university’s lab. She remembered vividly the agony in his face, the anguished moan, the blood seeping from his side—she shook her head, trying to clear those images. How many times had he been through that pain?

“So you never passed this training, then?” Impa asked.

Link shook his head. “Never. I’ve always been quite weak to it, even more than the others….”

“Yet Ganon’s men didn’t try to use the curse magic on you this time when they attacked the Purah lab?” Impa asked pointedly. Link did not answer. “If they knew you were weak to it, why didn’t they use the curse on you?” Impa pressed.

Zelda glanced anxiously at Link, whose only response to Impa was a slight crease in his brows. “Well, he wasn’t cursed, and we made it out alive, so that’s what matters,” she said lightly. Impa frowned deeply, but asked no more, and the three fell into silence, each absorbed in their own thoughts once again.

It was true, the attackers could have killed Link much faster if they had used cursed weapons, but none of Link’s wounds had been cursed when they treated him at the hospital. Either Ganon’s men had decided to use regular weapons, or somehow the curse had been healed. But neither of those options seemed very likely.

As for Link, he refused to say anything about what had happened in the Purah lab, even to Zelda. When she had asked, all he said was that he wasn’t ready to tell her, that he needed time to think. Though she had wanted to tell him he could trust her and didn’t have to carry his burdens alone, she had instead dropped the subject. If he needed time to think, she would give him time. And when he was ready to talk, she would listen.

When they finally stopped for the night at a small cabin, it was midnight. They drove off a ways from the main road to get to the cabin, but Impa said it was a safe house, and they were less likely to be seen by Ganon’s spies here than if they stayed at a motel. It was dark inside, since half the lights did not work, but they could see it was a one room building with a loft above, a kitchen area to one side, and a couch and fireplace in the living area. After a small supper, they each wearily said goodnight and headed to bed. Impa and Zelda took the two beds in the loft, while Link situated himself on the couch. 

Though he was weary and his head was aching, he could not sleep. He raised his left hand, and stared at its back, even though in the dark all he could see was its vague outline. He didn’t need to see, though, to know that the brand was still there, the mark that he’d received when he first entered Ganon’s organization. The symbol of a horned beast devouring a flame. For several years, that symbol had been stamped in his mind, the mark of who he belonged to, the chain that bound him to his master. And yet….this hand had glowed with golden light in the Purah lab. This hand had saved him and Zelda.

Link knew. He knew very well that he now had a piece of the triforce and that it had activated at the lab. He knew he should tell Impa and Zelda, that they could help him learn to use it, that he should use it to stop Ganon. Yet fear and confusion paralyzed him. Why him? He had not been born with this triforce as Zelda had, and the only explanation was that it had chosen to manifest itself in him. But why? He was no hero, he was a criminal, a thief, a murderer. It wasn’t right for him to hold such power. It had to be a mistake. 

Such were the protests he made in his mind, though deep inside he knew was just afraid. Afraid of what the Triforce would mean. Though he’d decided to defeat Ganon and stop his crimes, though he’d promised to himself he would protect Zelda, Link still feared his former master. He would go fight Ganon if he must, he had firmly decided that, but part of him wished that someone else would step up and take down Ganon. If Link had the triforce, however, that meant he was the hero. It was no longer a personal fight to protect his friend, but a fight to protect all of Hyrule. And that thought terrified him.

Slowly Link clenched his hand and let it fall back down to his side. He would have to tell Impa and Zelda soon. But not yet, not yet….

Previous

[mo-nmage]

“See? The inn looks cozy and warm!” Callum pointed to the inn near them, Rayla glared at him and groaned in annoyance as she kept moving towards the small building. “Callum, I still believe this is a distraction-”

“You keep insisting that it's a distraction yet you continue to move towards the inn… you're giving me mixed signals here, Rayla” he teased as he continued moving forward. Callum being a few feet ahead of Rayla made him miss the small smile that formed on her lips as he teased her.

“sparks fly” on ao3 <3

[eremin0109]

Not to dunk on the worst of evil on the eve of its finale but like gurl, you could never be the absolute whoreslut that is evilive.

[crossroadsdimension]

I'm just thinking ahead about my fics and I'm having a bit too much fun imagining Wol running into Zenos again.

Zenos: My friend! I thought you were a dream!

Wol: What the--

Zenos: To think you were Eorzea's chosen champion. I look forward to seeing how your skills have improved.

Wol: Shiiiiit this guy showed up in Palamecia's trial tower. He knows how I fight shitshitshitshitshitshitshit--

[dykeofmisfortune]

being a pretentious fuck is embarassing sometimes. bc if someone asks me what video games i play im like "yeah i only play story based indie games about depression and guilt" like omfg shut UP

[worm-in-a-trenchcoat]

I just finished rewatching the ATLA cartoon and it made me remember how badly younger me wanted Zuko and Katara to end up together in the end omfg 😭

[strangerhands]

mmmmm heyyy👁️. ive basically been gone from tumblr for over two days because ive been feeling like a shitty piece of shit. BUT. i finally saw dune part 2 and ohmygoddddd it was so so good. but yes. i was missing leto so bad the entire time. Father come back pls. i need you.

[forcedhesitation]

I stopped caring about twd YEARS ago (I stopped with S7 E1 OTL), but someone shared the first episode of the rick & michonne short series with me...and wow. it's incredible so far.

I'm so glad to see mr. lincoln and miss gurira back together, pouring every bit of their souls into their acting. god their chemistry is unbelievably good...I had long forgotten what that looked like in a live action romantic pairing, as the romance in st seldom works well on any level. I'm so pleased to learn that they are also involved as executive producers & writers. it SHOWS. so does that budget, damn.

[ohlawsons]

also at some point, since i wasn't around here for the bg3 release, i'll have to introduce sol. i have my issues with the full release version but the tav/shart/halsin trio is not one of them

[belethlegwen]

The Stranding - Chp 64 - Getting Through It

Hey everyone! So so sorry for the late update, this week has been intense and I had hoped to get it finished and out yesterday, on time, but things just... well, you know how it is. Happy I managed to get it out my birthday, at least!

She's a long one, 27 pages apparently! but I hope you all enjoy it <3 The next little arc is going to be a fun one, and I'm glad to finally be posting it (it was written during NanoWrimo last year and I've been trying to get to this coming moment ever since then, hahaha).

Hope you're all having a fabulous weekend! Much love <3

~ Belle