#I am so rusty omg

[mystandthemoon]

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Relationship: Lan Huan | Lan Xichen/Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao Characters: Lan Huan | Lan XichenMeng Yao | Jin Guangyao Additional Tags: PWP; Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot; Fanfic Italia P0rn Fest; blowjob; Anal SexHand Job; Mention of blood; Lan Xichen in hiding Language: English

On the run after Gusu was burnt down, Lan Xichen is hiding and recovering from his wounds. What he now fears most, however, is that his unseemly behavior might just have accidentally offended his savior. A Lan should know better than this, he knows, and he is determined to make up for it - except that Meng Yao might turn out to be anything but offended.

Written in January for the Italian p0rn fest #17 @landedifandom, on the prompt "Lan Xichen/Meng Yao - I will take care of you".

This was my first fanfiction in quite a long time, and also my first attempt at translating a story from Italian into English in years. My skills are rusty and it probably shows.

[rosieaurora]

a messy sketch to ease back into drawing

[seiwas]

Sel don’t be so hard on yourself about writing!! You’ve been busy and it’s okay to do slow down on other things !!🫶

But I’ll enter your lil game (only if you feel inspired) with oikawa + blissful

carla 🥺 i am hugging you!! thank you for the kind words 🥺💗 and for indulging me with my lil game!!

contains: suggestive (possibly), expletives, use of baby, bj

oikawa + blissful

"yeah, that’s it," oikawa sighs, a shudder reaching the tips of your fingertips, "right there, baby."

he melts under your hands; every movement you make is met with whines of audible bliss. it's no secret that oikawa is loud, in the bedroom especially.

your fingers drag over his head slowly, languidly, allowing him to revel in this moment for longer―you know this is the only thing he likes to take his time with.

when you press a little harder and pinch a little tighter, he groans, "fuck," with an exhale. his eyes struggle to stay open as his lashes flutter sleepily to kiss that delicate spot right under his eyes. warm brown blanketed in a physical lullaby.

you giggle, a soft satisfaction at how reactive he is under your touch. oikawa makes head massages sound like he's getting a blowjob.

he rouses awake from the subtle vibrations of your amusement, his head a deadweight on your lap. the perfectly messy mop of his hair is now tangled with your fingers.

"see? even my hair won't let you go," he'll tell you once he finds out, all dopey smile and dopamine in his system. it's a different kind of happy than when he's on the court, a kind that you cherish all to yourself, knowing it's one that he only shares with you.

"feeling better?" you hum, kneading around his temples a little bit more.

the moan he lets out is a loud enough response.

help me get back into the writing groove! send me a character + any word and i'll write a short blurb about it!

[sword--princess]

talas

[airaly]

I'm re-watching Transformers Prime after some years and man how i love that show <3

Sketching my two fav bots from the show as a treat (for me)

[realperson022]

Remember that one fic Pressure? Oh yeah, and guess what >:)

[rustyelias]

I finally finished Rusty quill gaming!!!

Omg this podcast holy shit man like 10/10 I cannot express how much I loved it. One day y’all might get my rant but for now

fhdjdhhshdhsh OMG bahdhdhdh THE EPILOGUE!! Urhdhdhdhd THE ENDING!!

[versusholy]

it only takes seconds for the senator to imagine her padawan protector as the little boy he once was — perhaps, it is the easiest way of remembering him now. he seems too aged, even at just twenty. his eyes overpower everything else, &. now when she looks into them, all she can feel is his warmth. though warmth is a strange thing; it heals, but too much of it can hurt.

padme's arms rest firmly on the pillar, &. when she finally looks at the man beside her, she easily feels the weight of his burden through the littlest of things; the pace he follows her at— the kindness within his gaze— the touch of his hand on her cheek. [he is softer than he is willing to admit.]

❛❛ I MUST ADMIT — I FEEL SAFER WITH YOU CLOSE. you make things better, when i get so lonely here. when i miss my mother, when i miss the smell of my home, you are what soothes me. ❜❜

for @versusnight's anakin skywalker.

[son-of-starlight]

Hello you.

Seems like you sure have gotten a whole update since I last saw you!

You're all.. sparkly now! Far too pretty for a switcher, I'm guessing you're not being used for that anymore, at least! Pity, it's been so very boring without having someone to talk to..

Oh well! Your girlfriend seems more than happy with you, so I decided to drop by and see how you're doing! Won't you say hello to an old pal?~

[-@the-red-caboose-cb]

"Wait- is that- C.B.?! Man, speak for yourself, look at you! You- you look brand new! I didn't think they'd manage to find wood so identical to your old stuff!" Rusty lit up seeing the caboose, a smile a bit too big for the taste of some in this situation. Most would wear anger at the caboose, but not Rusty, Rusty smiled. He didn't come closer though, not immediately, but he was still overjoyed to see C.B., "I guess that stuff the repair trucks gave you to keep you worn down must be wearing off. Glad to see you're up and about again...couldn't blame ya' for not remembering much...are you...doing okay?" He kept up his cheery attitude, even though the mental wounds of the races were still a bit fresh. It'd hurt to have been betrayed so aggressively and suddenly by one he'd assumed to be trustworthy. It's not exactly easy to forgive your oldest brother for hurting you in such a way...but he didn't put on any cold shoulder or anger at the moment, instead he shifted the subject to C.B.'s own well-being, it shocked him to hear that he'd been lonely lately. Surely their family had been visiting him while Rusty had been learning his new wheels? "Did Momma not come visit you much lately? Or Poppa? Or any of the others? I thought they was gonna stay with you while the workshop crew finished your repairs. That's what they told me at least."

The McCoys hadn't left the racing venue just yet due to the unfortunate events of the finale. Rusty had seen the aftermath of the crash and all at once had struggled to be angry with C.B., especially when it came to the fact that the poor caboose had been put in between two large and powerful engines right when they crashed...they'd all feared the worst for a while, so it was a delight to see C.B. in full functionality again. Though Rusty had still felt apprehension in dealing with the caboose, so he hadn't visited too often, and he'd stationed himself in one of the temporary sheds rather far from the works...perhaps visiting the shed what C.B. meant by "dropping by".

[glowing-eu]

HMA 2022 - intro

[gay-mooshrooms]

WATCHER AND TMA COLLAB WHAT!!?!?!

[fish-bowl-2]

Can’t believe these dorks have got me writing fanfiction. Anyways...

[wheelxr]

@hairoic continued from [x].

She can’t pinpoint exactly when her feelings towards Steve began to evolve again. Maybe back when he’d saved her at the mall. Maybe when he’d risked his life time and time again for the kids. Maybe when he’d shown up after Fred’s death, his face her only reprieve from a waking nightmare; or perhaps when he’d been calling her name, desperately trying to wake her from Henry’s trance. 

Or maybe, she thinks, the feelings never truly left at all.

Trauma has a way of bonding people — sometimes to their detriment — and it’s one of the many reasons why Nancy’s purposefully remained single after her and Steve’s alcohol-fueled breakup years ago. 

—but it’s different with him, isn’t it? They’d liked each other before all of this crazy bullshit had showed itself to them. Surely that had to mean something, right?

     Nance. I miss you.

It’s a brisk October night, yet after Steve’s confession, Nancy feels anything but chilly. Warmth like she’s never known it pools in her gut; and with crimson painted cheeks, she finally allows herself to let the worries go. 

Just for a moment. Let me just have a moment. 

All thoughts of the Upside Down, of Max, of Henry, of the impending danger they’re all facing — all of it is released with a soft, tiny exhale against Steve’s mouth. Already are her arms shifting to wrap around him, the embrace one she desperately wants to hold onto. ❝ Steve. ❞ It’s said against his mouth, for she’s only pulled her face back just enough to take a breath. ❝ I’ve missed you, too. ❞ 

There’s moisture in her eyes, Nancy’s glassy blue gaze focused entirely on the man in front of her. They’d needed to break it off back then — for they both had learning to do, growing to do; but now?

She can’t think of anywhere else she’d rather be.  It terrifies her more than any monster ever could.

❝ You know, I kind of thought you’d call me out on that, what with me jumping in the lake after you. ❞ It’s said with a breathless little laugh, her mouth curled upwards with endless affection. Of course they both know she’d have jumped in for anyone — but Steve is one of the people who knows her best in this world; has known who she was before all of this tragedy, and how these disasters have made her slightly reckless. 

Especially when it comes to those she loves.

❝ I’m so scared, ❞ she admits, and by god is it difficult to say. Her chest burns with the weight of the world, and only as Nancy’s forehead touches Steve’s again does it feel slightly eased. ❝ I’m so scared of not being able to keep everyone safe, and I just — I just, god, you need to be okay. ❞

With a press of her mouth to his, she’s finally kissing him again — and it’s Nancy who's initiated this time, some of her fingers curled delicately into the other’s hair. ❝ Tell me you’ll be safe. Promise me, Steve. No matter what, I need you to be okay. ❞

[seiwas]

hi sel!!! Hope ur doing well n having an extremely amazing dayyy❤️❤️❤️

I came across this tweet where jjk’s screenwriter shares his description of gojo n my couldn’t help but think of ur gojo in col. n also gojo in augustinewrites’ fushigojo series!

https://x.com/svtorusfav/status/1755283213394604273?s=46

“he has a soft heart and when poked, he can be weak” n emotionally vulnerable. im particularly fond of augustine’s and ur gojo fics coz they really highlight this side of him n i havent seen many do that…that’s why they’re my favs!!

Sel, i’ve seen u say that ur col gojo might be ooc sometimes?! I always thought he was perfectly written, but this interview has made me admire u more coz u just captured his character so immaculately. it’s like u guys have always UNDERSTOOD him n what gojo as a character is really about! there’s that unexplored side of his character that gets overlooked n im so in love with how ur descriptions of him!!

U guys are the bestest!! all the love to u😙🫶

zuro anon

zuro anon omg 🥺 this is the sweetest message ever, i am so happy to see you drop by!!! it feels like clear skies every time!!! 🥺 i hope you're doing well and that your weekend is even better!! 💗

and omg??? that tweet wAAH it makes me so soft 🥺 for you to say that col gojo and augustine's fushigojo gojo reminds you of this satoru WAAH that is such a compliment 😭 i am so touched, i'm sure @augustinewrites will be too once she sees this 😭

you are always so sweet coming in here with such lovely things to say!!! i am sawbing inside 🥹 i adore YOU zuro anon for all the light you bring on here 🥺 thank you thank you so much 🥺 YOU are the bestest!! i am sending you ALLL my love 🥺

[rngyis]

Transit + Ambush

AMBUSH :  for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy.

+

TRANSIT :  for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport.

--

Five stops.

Ryangyi sat almost perfectly in the center of the subway, positioned as if she was ready for a photo. Sat up, posture corrected. Her dark hair was tied back casually, a pair of sunglasses resting on the bridge of her small nose. It wasn’t bright enough for them, but no one seemed to take notice. To her right, her seat was empty. To her left, Sen sat alert, his attention locked on the door closest to them. She could feel his tension, and a hand reached out to give his arm a comforting squeeze. His eyes met her own and the two shared a silent nod.

Four stops.

She can still remember the exact moment she realized her and Sen shared a mutual connection outside of their careers. She was a nosy woman, with a tendency to eavesdrop or look over one's shoulder. A familiar name often popped up on his phone and at some point, Ryangyi felt herself grow suspicious of him. It wasn’t until he finally opened up to her one drunken night that they learned of the correlation in their private lives. A common enemy, one set out to target them both. Staying together like this was either extremely smart or extremely stupid. 

Three stops.

Everytime the transit doors opened, she could feel her throat tighten. Sen shifted slightly in his seat and to other passengers it probably looked as if he were just uncomfortable in the non padded benches. But she knew, and she shared the sentiment. They were so close to being far enough from the threat of… what exactly? She knew who they were running from, but not sure the threat that was made to Sen. All she knew was her name was mentioned to him at some point, and he had shown up in a haste, demanding she pack light and leave with him. 

Two stops.

They were almost there, more and more distance being put between them and Seoul with each passing minute, yet Sen’s unease didn’t dissipate. The unease radiating from him only heightened her own anxieties. The knowledge of danger paired with the ignorance of what exactly that danger is wasn’t a good mix, and suddenly Ryangyi could feel her demeanor match her friends. She trusted him, of course. He never gave her a reason not to. I can’t tell you, not here. Let’s go. Few words were spoken in the past several hours since he appeared at her doorstep, but he had left very little room for anything but escape. 

One stop.

Sen looked over at her, and finally, he stood, taking a hold of her wrist to drag her to the door. The pair waited, his grip a little too tight on her. She ignored the discomfort, knowing he wasn’t intentionally trying to hurt her. Her bag was close to her side and she watched as his eyes continued to stay locked on the seam of the two doors in front of them, waiting for the moment it would open. Ryangyi fought the urge to ask him more questions, instead she took a step closer to his side. She didn’t know if their final destination would mark them safe or not, but it was too late to worry about either. For now, she’d let herself be led around. The train car slowed to a stop, and the doors opened. Two things she’d been observing for the past hour, but this time, they seemed to happen much slower. She wanted to look at Sen again, but her gaze was frozen on the unfamiliar scenery of their stop.

Arrived. 

[silentknives]

last reblog-- ok don’t come for me, but i just finished watching the entirety of G/oT... and i have... ideas for Emily >:) ignoring the fact that her FC plays a character in the series, i think Emily would be such a bad ass in this world. she’d thrive with all the fucked up shit happening. mayhaps a general medieval verse for her in the works?? B)))