#I don't typically write stuff this bitter

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A Matter Of Time

(Steve&Robin | Rated T | 1.2K | AO3)

Welcome back to the aro Steve agenda. Here's something angsty and bitter and sad I wrote when I was going through it <3

It’s two Fridays before Christmas and Robin is replacing him. She should be home any minute now, with fresh stories, sharp like daggers, and that innocent grin. Just two Fridays until Christmas and Steve is alone in the kitchen.

He slides his pizza onto a plate. Burns the side of his pinky finger on the metal rack in the oven while he’s at it. Skin sizzles red and hot and the pain follows a second later. Steve curses into the empty kitchen and Robin isn’t there to scold him. To take his palm into her hand and insist they get out the first aid kid to prevent sepsis or some shit. Isn’t there to frown and drag him, by the unscathed hand, towards the sink.

Because she is replacing him.

What a terrible thing to think.

The kitchen is dark, has been dark this entire time, so Steve slumps into the living room, plate balanced on one flat palm, without needing to turn the light off. He doesn’t run his finger under the tap, just shakes his hand a few times fast until his brain confuses the tingle and the sting.

He’s barely made it to the couch when the front door swings open.

“Steve!”

He can’t see her yet, back turned towards the little hallway, but her boots stomp on the floor, rattling the whole apartment as she presumably shakes off the snow. Steve sets his plate on the coffee table and sinks into the couch. “Steve, you have to-” More footsteps, sock soft, but closer this time, and she sounds so happy. “Why is it so dark in here?”

Steve takes a deep breath and looks over his shoulder, mouth open before he’s even thought of a lie.

“You’ve got a headache again?” Robin is in his space before he knows it. Icy fingers pressed up against his forehead. “You’re burning up.” “Yeah, because you’re hands are freezing.”

He swats at her wrist and Robin pulls her hand back and frowns. “Are you sure?” “Positive.” Steve lays it on thick with a once winning smile. “Time just got away from me.” The frown melts. Slowly, but it does and Robin drops herself right next to him on the love seat. No space for a full couch, not in Chicago. It was either a second bedroom or any space to breathe, and while Steve and Robin grew joined at the hip, they were certainly not sharing their sleeping arrangements.

So her knees bump his’. Her hands flutter into shared space as she talks. She’s close enough to see the snowflakes clung to eyelashes and the twitch of a coy smile in between sentences.

The girl’s name is Wren, and doesn’t Steve think that’s poetic? Birds and all. Two of them, one stone. Dead. He doesn’t say that last part. He doesn’t say anything as Robin, the better of two birds, rattles off the story of a second date. Third really, but both girls insist that first one didn’t count. Too shy still. Not quite ready to toe the line.

Not anymore, though. Two weeks ago Robin arrived home with the story of a kiss, a good one, and Steve bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood.

It’s on him, really. He put all his eggs in one basket again because that’s just what he does. Takes his heavy, hollow heart and drops it right in someone’s lap. He did it to Tommy. Did it to Nancy. Did it to Eddie during that one flash in the pan summer before they broke up and skipped town. Both in different directions. Started doing it to Robin well before that. Left his sticky heart in the hands of a girl who promised, drugged out, bathroom floor promised, that she’d never break it. Couldn’t break it. Didn’t have the stomach for it.

It was only a matter of time before someone would fall in love with Robin. Beautiful Robin, with her razor sharp tongue and her shiny new confidence. She’d been single for a lack of trying back in Hawkins, but the effort expanded with the size of the city.

Even with little to show for it, Robin has been trying to replace him for a very long time.

It was like that with Tommy, who went out with a different girl each week, searching desperately for someone he could go and love more. So Steve went and found Nancy, who never looked right athim, but held his hand when they walked side by side. He loved her best he could with his heavy, hollow heart until she caught his gaze in the mirror, called bullshit and left.

And Eddie.

That boy saw right through him, with brown eyes and a bruise blue vigilance. It would have been a perfect honor, except Steve was made of air. Nothing to see, nothing to give. Eddie’s gaze landed behind him and in the distance, he saw New York. Got two tickets for the greyhound. Said if you love me you’ll come with me. Steve was dizzy with it.

He told Robin he got dumped, later that same night, because it was easier than explaining the well at the bottom of his stomach, where all his crushes went to die. She ran her fingers through his hair and told him it was his loss, Eddie’s, because she didn’t know of the gap in Steve’s torso.

And he loved her. Loves her. Will love her.

But Robin is trying to replace him. Because she could love anyone if she wanted to. Why wouldn’t she want to? Two small town kids in a city of millions, with love on the horizon.

“I’m really happy for you.” He speaks the words into existence, hopes it will make them true, but it’s dark and black in the pit of his stomach. Where good intentions go to die.

Steve has always been a liar. Saying things he doesn’t mean. Carving space for shit he doesn’t feel. A boy so bitter, sooner or later, everybody spits him out.

The words tumble down Robins tongue, “I asked her to be my girlfriend.” And she said yes. Of course she did. A four letter word disguised under many other names. They hug. Him and Robin, close together on the love seat and his chest hurts. Heavy and hollow.

What a terrible person he is.

He lets Robin tell the story, lets her get to the part where she tells him not to lose hope. That there’s someone out there waiting for a boy like him. City of millions, apartment for two, and Steve’s not sure when she will notice it’s too small. But Steve knows. He’s known all this time.

It was always a matter of time, but Robin smiles like she can’t see it. Or maybe she does. She looks him right in the eye and says nothing, all talked out, like she’s waiting for something.

He sees a future in her eyes. A forever spent on the same love seat, odd jobs, movie nights, shared bank accounts, gray hair. Steve wants to do his taxes with her. Laundry. At the end of a long day, he just wants to go home and tell his best friend all about it.

And she wants that too, just not with him.

Robin raises an eyebrow, bumps her knee against his thigh.

I love you, he wants to say, the words all prepared in his mouth.

But he doesn’t.

[longagoitwastuesday]

Kusakabe, dear, you're too beautiful to be saying that kind of stuff

[httpiastri]

take me back to monaco – pa17

the one where you celebrate your boyfriend taking the lead of the championship.

genre: smut

pairing: paul aron x reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!!!), oral (reader giving), all other typical smut stuff

author's note: a piece for all of us who wish we were still in monaco <33 so so delayed, im sorry, but i really enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoy reading it too!! 💗 (and i knowww they dont have drivers rooms in f2 but... just let me have this okay...)

18+ content below, minors dni!

paul is practically glowing when he makes it down from the podium and into the hitech garage where you're standing. he gives ralf and karl another hug each, before his eyes land on you – and then, he's standing in front of you and pulling you into his embrace in no time.

he lifts you into the air and twirls you around, sweaty forehead pressed into the side of your neck, but you don't mind even the slightest. "championship leader, huh?" you ask when he sets you down on the ground, smiling into the kiss he presses to your lips.

"finally," he answers, cocky as ever, pulling you in for another hug.

his bottle of podium champagne is almost empty when he hands it to you and you can't help but laugh at the guilty smile forming on his lips. his eyes follow the way you lift the bottle to your mouth, adoring the grimace you pull at the bitter taste. he gladly takes the bottle from you when you offer it back, emptying its last contents in his own mouth before placing it on some counter next to you.

"come on," he says, hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling you away with him as he starts moving through the garage. you don't even have time to ask what's going on – not that you want to, anyway. a championship leader should never be questioned.

the kisses he presses on your lips are hungry from the second he closes the door to his driver's room behind you. his hands waste no time finding your hips, pulling your crotch flush against his. you can't help but gasp into his mouth at the feeling of his hard-on poking into your thigh. "already?" you ask, eyebrows raised when you pull away from him.

he leans forward to seal your lips again, not wanting to be away from you for even a second. "been thinking about you all race," he lets out, trailing a series of hot, wet kisses down your throat. his teeth slightly graze your sensitive skin and you tilt your head to the side, allowing him better access.

"and yet, you did so well," you tell him around a hum. "how do you want to celebrate this?"

"i think you know." his voice sends vibrations along your skin. he pulls away, his darkened eyes staring down at you as he places a hand right under your jaw, thumb stroking up and down your throat. "get down on your knees for me, love."

he can tell from your kisses that you're just as needy as him; the way your lips part for his tongue instantly is a dead giveaway, along with the string of whines that slip into his mouth when his thumb presses down harder on your throat. your hands on his shoulders guide him to walk until his back meets a wall, forcing him up against it. without breaking the kiss, you hastily pull down the zipper of his suit, helping him pull his arms free before letting the suit hang by his shoulders.

as much as you love how good he looks in his white fireproof shirt, it covers way too much of his skin, so it needs to come off, too.

you need his help to pull it off his body, the sweaty and champagne-soaked material sticking to his skin like glue. it's a big hassle, but it's all worth it when you hear his sweet laughter as he, too, struggles with his stripping. once your eyes meet the sight of his muscular upper body, you can't hold back from leaning in to press your lips along it. the urgency of it all has his stomach twisting in anticipation, your touch leaving his head spinning.

his skin is sticky in the best kind of way, the sweat-salty and champagne-bitter taste filling your senses instantly. your fingers grasp at his sides as you move further down, your tongue swiping along the creases of his abs, but his hand reaches for your cheek just as you begin kneeling down. "hey, wait a second."

when you blink up at him, his expression is much softer than you'd expected; his gaze is full of adoration, warmth, love. "what's wrong?"

he pauses for a second before shaking his head. "nothing," he says. "i just... wanted to see your pretty face."

"you..." a tiny blush creeps onto your face, though you're sure you can blame it on the heat of the situation. "you're so silly..."

"silly, maybe. but i'm also the luckiest man in the world."

your heart swells in your chest at his words, the situation suddenly growing much more intimate than you'd expected. you and paul are no newbies to a quickie on a race weekend, but it usually never goes quite like this. these words of affection and these love-filled eye contacts are reserved for late-night lovemaking sessions in his apartment or back at the hotel.

not that you mind, of course.

"just... you looking up at me like this..." you try to turn your head away, cheeks heating up at his words, but paul's hand on your face tilts you back. "knowing that you're all mine..."

"all yours."

you seal your words with a few kisses along the hemline of his boxers, before tugging it down just a little bit. then, one of your hands reaches into them, pulling out his dick and letting it spring up against his stomach.

you take him in your hands, moving them up and down along him a few times, and paul groans immediately. when you shoot him a glance, he's thrown his head back, lips slightly parted, and the sight is almost too good to tear your gaze away from. you look down at the other pretty thing, leaning in to press two kisses along one side of his length, then two kisses to the other side, before sealing it with a peck to his tip.

five kisses for five podiums.

your thumb begins to rub circles around his tip, smearing out his precum as your mouth begins to work with little licks up the underside of him. as your lips wrap around him and you finally take him in, he lets out your name in the form of a sigh, his heart pounding hastily against his ribs. a hand slips into your hair, fingers getting lost in your locks and nails slightly grazing your scalp as you take as much of him as you can.

"god, you're..." he says, voice thick and rough as if it takes all his effort not to let the moan in his upper chest escape. "so good..."

when he hits the back of your throat, it takes a few moments for him to remember how to breathe, his head empty except for the thought of you. he looks down at you with a reverent, almost worshipping look in his eyes. he just can't stop staring, the sight of your red cheeks and your lips around his dick making him unable to stop his hips from bucking a little. you can tell he's holding back, trying not to give in and push into you, but he lets out a content sigh once you start moving.

his breaths grow quicker and needier when you pick up the pace, a shiver shooting down his spine as he feels your tongue swirling around him. his fingers tangle in your hair, grip harder and helping guide you ever so slightly, and you blink up at him almost instinctively.

you love seeing him like this; almost vulnerable, as he gives himself up to you completely, fully at your mercy. his adam's apple bobs before he lets out a deep, guttural moan. you hum at the sight, which causes him to let out a babbling mess of your name and a bunch of swearwords, the hand in your hair suddenly pulling you back.

a few strings of saliva connect you to his length when he holds you back, the confused look in your eyes, along with your parted lips, making his heart flutter. his hand moves from your scalp down to your cheek, urging you up to stand again. "i want to... come inside you..." he explains, still breathless. "is that okay?"

"anything for you," you assure him, eyes softening as they see the gentle smile on his lips.

paul's hands find your hips and spin you both around, your breath hitching when he pushes you up against the wall. his lips are back on your neck in just a second, his hands trailing down your body and reaching under your skirt. one hand settles on the inside of your thigh, thumb stroking up and down the skin, as the other pulls your panties to the side to allow him to run a finger along your folds. "so wet already?" he asks, faux innocence in his voice. "just from sucking me off?"

your hands land on his shoulders for stability when his fingers fill you up, eyes fluttering closed as he spreads and curls them. it doesn't take long for him to deem you stretched out enough, pulling out and wiping your wetness all over his cock. you drape your arms around his neck, leaning your forehead on his shoulder once he rubs his tip against your core, before slowly slipping into you.

a curse falls from your lips, a painful yet perfect stretch spreading through you. "feels like... your ego isn't the only thing that grew from that podium..." you gasp, feeling him push in a little deeper.

paul lets out a wholehearted chuckle, letting one of his hands reach up to bring your face off his skin and press a quick kiss to your forehead as you adjust to him. "taking that as a compliment," he mumbles, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face with a tender caress. he keeps still for a few moments to let you adjust, before starting his gentle thrusts.

one of his hands holds you up against the wall by your waist beneath your dress, while the other one has a firm grip on your ass. you use your last bits of energy to jump up just a little, hanging both of your legs around his hips. not long later, he picks up the pace, way too needy to go slow right now.

"you feel-" he starts, moving his hand from your waist to where your body meets his, fingers finding your clit with ease. "so- so good..." he alternates circles with little flicks of your bud, and you can't help the sting of whines that fall from your lips. "god, you have to stay quiet, unless... you want my entire team to hear..."

just the thought of any hitech staff – or, much worse, ralf or karl – hearing you makes something boil in the pit of your stomach, your insides involuntarily clenching around paul. you hide your face in his bare chest, letting out a few muffled sounds when he buries himself deeper and deeper into you. it's all getting too much, his pinches and vibrations against your clit in combination with him hitting that sweet spot deep inside you with every pump threatening to push you over the cliff at any second. "fuck- i'm going to-"

he feels your breasts press into his chest as you arch your back into him, your walls tightening around him when your orgasm washes over you. you throw your head back against the wall as you try to catch your breath, your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. the feeling of your pulsating insides is just way too good, and the moan he lets out when he climaxes is way too loud – but he really doesn't care right now.

he spills his load into you, his hold on your underside trembling when he feels you contract around him one last time. he feels the mixture of his cum and yours dripping out from between you, and he knows already that the cleanup is going to be a mess – but that's just another thing he simply couldn't give a fuck about.

when he finally recovers the energy to open his eyes and look at you, his heart clenches at the sight of your messy hair and dazy expression. "what a day, huh?" he asks with a chuckle, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. "monaco is amazing."

a dismissive sound vibrates from the back of your throat. "it's not monaco. it's all you, baby."

[thebestofoneshots]

SERIES MASTERLIST

Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

Summary: You meet Sirius and Regulus at a family vacation in the Caribbean, but things don't go as planned and you end up losing contact once the trip is over. Years later your family moves to England and you get accepted at Hogwarts where you finally meet Sirius once again, along with all of his friends. One of them with a mysterious secret, that you'll uncover as you embark on your own Hogwarts adventure. Mostly canon-compliant. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Read Gilded Constellations on AO3

Read the French Translation by @nagareboshi-chiyo

Paring: Sirius Black x Reader / Remus Lupin x reader / Wolfstar x reader

Chapter average: 5k - 6.5 k

Content: Smut in later chapters, Poly!Marauders, throuple, graphic descriptions of violence, MAJOR and minor character death (this is The Marauders Era guys, you know), jealousy, angst, pining, love triangle, LGBTQ+ themes, The Wizarding war 1.0, implied child abuse, possible proofreading errors, mental health struggles, hurt no comfort, hurt with comfort, period typical attitude, first war with Voldemort, canonical character's death, fluff, Requited Love, F/M/M, mostly canon-compliant.

Status: Ongoing (Weekly updates)

♡ Indicates SMUT

PLAYLIST

01 | Summer Breeze

02 | Escape

03 | Bitter Sweet Symphony

04 | Rainy Days and Mondays

05 | Good times

06 | Crazy Little Thing Called Love

07 | Peaceful Easy Feeling

08 I Fooled Around and Fell in Love

09 | The Fairy Feller's Master-Stroke

10 | Black Dog

11 | Do Ya

12 | You really got me

13 | Rebel, Rebel

14 | Maybe I’m Amazed

15 | No One Like You

Interlude (Q&A Event)

16 | Boogie Wonderland

17 | Tonight’s What It Means To Be Young

18 | Friends will be Friends

19 | Silver Bird

20 | Bad Moon Rising

21 | Fox on the Run

22 | Long Long Way From Home

23 | Hungry Eyes

24 | Peace of Mind

25 | I’ll get Even With You

26 | Hooked on a Feeling

27 | Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

28 | If You Want BIood, (You’ve Got It)

29 | With a Little Help From My Friends

30 | Bridge Over Troubled Water

31 | Strange Magic

32 | Come a Little Bit Closer

33 | More Than a Feeling

34 | You Belong to Me

35 | Chill of Desire

36 | Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy

37 | Gimme, Gimme, Gimme

38 | Let the Good Times Roll

39 | Running With the Pack

40 | Hot Stuff

41 | Urban Adventure

42 | Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

43 | Sympathy for the Devil

44 | No One But You

45 | Hold The Line

46 | Comfortably Numb

47 | Let Me Take You Home Tonight

48 | Dust in the Wind

49 | High Hopes

50 | Love the One You're With ♡

51 | Some Guys Have All The Luck ♡

52 | Twentieth Century Fox

53 | Too Much Love Will KiII You

54 | Sail Away Sweet Sister

55 | Noone Together

56 | Who Wants To Live Forever

57 | Play the Game

58 | Staying Power

59 | Break on Through

60 | Stone in Love

61 | Mr. Blue Sky

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BONUS TRACKS:

Your Theories, The Note, The Costumes, Sirius and the Chimney, Sirius and Vix after the bad moon, Evans and Vixen, Remus and Vixen at the infirmary, Remus holding Sirius at DADA, Remus and Sirius’ height difference, the FOXSTAR picture, Art by @nineloseteeth, We're going French,

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A/N: Most Poly!Marauders fics are oneshots, where the relationship between characters is already established, and they're all happy and pleased with it. No issues, no drama, but I WANTED the drama. Couldn't find it, so I set myself up to write the story behind the stablished relationship. I wanted to know how they started dating each other, the jealousy, the will they won't they, because getting into a poly relationship can't be an easy task, and I wanted to explore that story. If you're interested: Welcome to Gilded Constellations!

[critter-genfic-events]

Hurt/Comfort Fic Recs!

This week, we have thirteen hurt/comfort fics recced! Some emotional hurt/comfort, some physical whump, and sometimes combinations of the two. Check them out under the cut, and as ever, comment or kudos if you like them!

those that crawl and flutter towards the sun by vietbluecoeur (vietbluefic) (6163,Not Rated) Warnings: Major Character Death, Very Mild Insect Imagery, Mortality and Discussions Thereof, Sad & Gentle Ending Pairings: Jester Lavorre & Essek Thelyss

Essek has always been warned not to touch the creatures, called the in’luthin, "insects" with a lifespan of three days, but what harm is there in just looking? And anyways, when has Essek ever been one to listen?

Reccer says: From the very first words, this fic has such a luxurious weight to it. Some of the Mighty Nein appear, but this is definitively a story between AroAce Essek and AroAce Jester as bittersweet as the tags imply, only less bitter and more longing, and definitely, definitely sweet.

Spit, elbow grease, and a whole lot of gold by Multifandom_damnation (2006,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Ashton Greymoore & Milo Krook

The Nobodies dump Ashton off on Milo's table, and Milo does his best to fix him

Reccer says: Milo voices all of my rage at Ashton's treatment wonderfully. The fic also does a great job of managing the actual process of fixing him, along with all of the emotions involved as well

Philia, Is That You? by Professor_Rye (2034,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Yasha & Mollymauk

Yasha gets hurt protecting Mollymauk from assholes, and the Mollymauk helps Yasha make sure she's actually okay

Reccer says: QPRs my beloved

Crowned Teeth (or, An Offering Revoked) by fruitzbat (130570,Mature) Warnings: Frank depictions of PTSD/galley slavery Pairings: Kingsley Tealeaf/Original Character

Kingsley is mutinied against and sold into slavery halfway across the world. He breaks out, finds out the mutiny was the inside job to end all inside jobs, and makes his survival everyone else's problem.

Reccer says: I really, really like the way that this series explores different kinds of hurt and trauma, and how those kinds of hurt affect people's relationships and self-image. The first and second fics in the series are the most direct about the subject, but the third has a lot about what it means to lose a parental figure and complicated grief/trauma response stuff that I found really refreshing. Characters are messy and non-linear in their healing, and do their best to take care of each other. There's a lot of...I don't know how to say this, but a very no-bullshit look at the concept of the power of love that is this through-thread through the stories. Anyway, I really like them.

Trust by silversky (403,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Caleb & Nott

Nott is sick and delirious, but thankfully there is someone there to make sure she's okay.

Reccer says: the fic is very soft and warm

Scar Tissue by Belphegor (0,Teen) Warnings: scars, canon-typical violence, reference to main character death (and resurrection) Pairings: Scanlan Shorthalt/Pike Trickfoot

Sometimes surviving means learning to live with the scars that killed you. Pike knows a lot about that. Scanlan is still learning. (a little comics set a bit post-Campaign 1.)

Reccer says: Author here - sorry, I usually don't shamelessly self-plug like that, but I set out to write and draw post-campaign 1 hurt/comfort dealing with Pike's and Scanlan's different resurrection-related traumas, and I poured my entire heart into it. (turns out making comics is hard but totally worth it.)

I've Held You in the Plan by CitizenMocha (4015,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Vex & Vax

After all is said and done with the Apogee Solstice and its aftermath, Vox Machina free Vax from the Malleus Key. The twins are reunited. Rest, reflection, and a revelation about what happens next ensue.

Reccer says: Vex's grief is palpable throughout the entire fic, even as--especially as, actually--she's reunited with Vax. It's a heartaching yet triumphant look at what might happen when the events of C3 are all said and done. There's so many little details woven in that serve to make it pack even more of a punch ("Vax Speed" does so many things to my heart) and the dynamic between all of Vox Machina is wonderful as well.

The Night is Starting to Ache by CitizenMocha (3872,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Gwendolyn De Rolo & Vax De Rolo & Percy De Rolo

Set after episode 76 of campaign 3. It's the middle of the night and Gwendolyn is afraid to sleep.

Reccer says: I loved this glimpse of an older Percy as a loving, indulgent father doing his best to comfort his child.

maybe then my breath could embody by lunarblazes (1331,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Caduceus & Calliope Clay

Calliope and Caduceus have a fun bonding moment about the fucked up shit that happens when you leave home

Reccer says: There's so many little details I love in this, it's perfectly in character, and I love their sibling not-quite-comforting each other dynamic

a garden in the stars by wanderingBasilisk (2264,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Caduceus & Fjord

Caduceus stays back on the Nein's spaceship while the others run errands on a space station. When Fjord gets overstimulated from the crowds there, Jester brings him back to the ship and to Cad, who knows just what his friend needs.

Reccer says: It's very atmospheric (the description of the garden on board the Nein Heroez is So Evocative) and the familiarity and care between Cad and Fjord is so lovely and sweet. The time they've spent together and the comfort of a well-worn routine is apparent throughout the whole fic and comes together in the sweetest way.

Canities Subita: An Exploration of Self-Image by oversteepedearlgrey (1760,Teen) Warnings: Choose not to warn Pairings: Percy & Vox Machina

Percy hates looking in the mirror. He keeps his hair short and out of his face. He can’t wear his glasses during haircuts, and he certainly can’t be the one cutting it. It takes a creek, a bear, and a panic attack to find out why.

Reccer says: Percy is wonderful for hurt comfort, but I love the way that this is handling something that is more emotionally distressing than physically painful.

A Pirate's Bounty of Gold Doubloons by bluegreenamber (1823,Mature) Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Pairings: Kingsley & Yussa

Kingsley hadn't been expecting any company today, especially not a powerful (and injured) elven wizard seeking refuge.

Reccer says: It's a really fun pairing!

Miles to Go by Crewe (3621,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings:

After a grueling battle, Vox Machina is hours away from the nearest cleric racing to get an unconscious Keyleth to Pike before poison takes its toll. Scanlan is hiding an injury to keep attention on Keyleth. It’s maybe a little worse than he expected.

Reccer says: Lovely fic where everyone is perfectly in-character, and the humour and tension are balanced just right, as are the worry and deflection (on both sides). Special mention to the Scanlan & Grog and Vex & Scanlan pairings, those add just the necessary acid-sweet icing on the h/c cake!

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For the @kirbyoctournament because why not?

Name: Chancellor Vezzpa

and her REALLY old chara sheet that I might update one day-

Her basic gist: Vezzpa is the infamously bitter Royal Chancellor for King Dedede. Mainly in charge of the kingdom's finances, economy and basically whatever else that Dedede finds too complicated or boring to do. She is also probably one of the few people in Castle DDD that takes her job a little too seriously, oftentimes seen carrying around documents and a quill to write on the go if she's not confined in her office all day working.

Apparently, Vezzpa's idea of entertainment is work. And if she's pulled away from at least one document she could be working on, (typically by Dedede or Escargoon in a misguided attempt to get her to loosen up) she gets visibly twitchy and somehow even more grouchy.

And being the terribly stingy glorified accountant for a compulsive buyer that falls for pyramid schemes for a dime, means Vezzpa is often seen and mostly heard chastising her moronic boss for every passion project or new pet monster he buys to deal with his typically minor problems. Threw quite the fit when she caught wind of Dedede ordering an expensive dentist monster when she'd explicitly made sure they had free dental and a dentist just down the road.

Of course, she's usually called a "buzzkill" by the King for her constant nagging. But to say he isn't at least little intimidated by the old wasp and her fury, especially since her quitting would mean he'd have to deal with the confusing, boring important stuff, would be a massive lie. I mean, he'd still tell it. But, he and everyone would know it was a massive lie.

Don't get him wrong; it won't necessarily stop him from ordering monsters, but he does try to be sneaking about it. At least, as sneaky as he CAN be... Why hasn't she quit? Mostly because of a ridiculous amount of pride and ego...

Extra notes: Her character is strictly in the anime universe much like Escargoon-

Is a sucker for nature and has a hobby in botany yes, Dedede fears her but is too stupid to not stop doing the thing that angers her so much Is 39 years old but act like a cranky 65

aroace but doesn't know the specific term because BOOMER

is inspired by Washimi from Aggretsuko, Roz from Monsters Inc and me sitting at my computer watching the kirby anime and thinking "wait how the fuck does anything get done in this castle if their king and adviser fuck around and can't read?"

[txxxciii]

Happy PRIDE month!

As a way of celebrating, I will be posting my sexuality/gender-related headcanons of various Mortal Kombat sources, starting with:

MORTAL KOMBAT (2011) LGBT HEADCANONS

(Note: this won't be including guest characters)

Tbh Baraka doesn't have anything interesting going on with him until MK1, but I personally like to headcanon that tarkatans don't have gender norms in a way that we do; reproduction for them is not an important priority, just something you can do if you like how the other one smells or something.

Tarkatans are intersex by default, including Baraka. The "genders" are usually assumed by non-tarkatans, in Baraka's case, by Shao Kahn, who only wished to see male figures in his army.

Btw, tarkatans themselves never refer to each other by pronouns. They do it either by simply saying the name, or making a sound that is only associated with a particular individual.

You already know. The non-binary monarch (king but gn) of MK.

With so many souls living inside you it's only a matter of time when you just start using They/them. Something also tells me that Ermac doesn't mind being called other pronouns – well, not like they care.

I'm sorry, you cannot convince me that Jade "I care more about my friend's safety than myself's" from Edenia likes men. I can go and write a whole rant about Jade and Kotal and how I fucking hate that stupid Walmart Sonic on steroids (not only for his romantic ties though), but I'll save that for later, maybe. Until then, Jade developed a crush on Kitana over time and doesn't wish to let go of her since she's the only reason Jade keeps going everyday. Alas, the feelings are not mutual, but Jade knows better than to envy Liu Kang. She's happy that her friend found her love, and she wishes one day to let go and find her own, too.

Kabal is a gay man, but not a closeted one. He had partners throughout the spam of his adult life, from Black Dragon to police forces.

There were rumors going around inside of Black Dragon that he and Kano had a affair. Whether or not this is true is left for speculation, as neither Kabal or Kano wish to discuss such topic.

What is true, however, is his work romance with Kurtis. At first, Kabal actively denied his attraction towards him, but learned to be more truthful to himself. He had a hard time opening up though, as he did have bitter aftertaste of his previous relationships, but somehow things were pretty decent, mostly thanks to Stryker's demeanor.

(Yeah I'm a strykabal truther, how can you tell?)

Every iteration of Kenshi is demisexual in my eyes. Bad part? I can't really explain my reasoning. Sometimes you just see a character and immediately assume things about them.

Maybe it's due to Kenshi not really having any romantic interests prior to MKX, as far as I can recall. Maybe it's just an ace-dar (as someone who's on the asexual spectrum). Oh well, we'll never know.

Like with Kenshi, every iteration of Kung Lao is gay in my eyes.

I see it more as Kung Lao not realizing his sexuality yet as throughout his life he had no time to think about personal stuff. When he does realize, however, he'll view it as an advantage as monks are typically forbidden from getting married and having intercourse, thus meaning he will less likely be judged by his fellow ones. Yes, he'd plan on simply ignoring this aspect of himself as getting into a relationship would bring a lot of burden (and if Lao falls in love, he will fall HARD).

Mileena is canonically bi!! Duhh! She likes positive attention from anyone, regardless of the race or gender. Either way she will take advantage of the partner and eat them alive :)

She's also part tarkatan, which should technically make her intersex, but since Kitana's genes are the dominant ones, she's assigned female. However, she believes such limitations are stupid, so she uses She/they for herself. It makes her more proud of who she is.

Gods don't need s*x!! Also I think he's canonically genderfluid since he can be literally anyone.

Uhh idk that's it.

One of those times where I can't explain my reasoning... again.

I just feel like Rain liked the thought of absolute control ever since he was young, to the point where he wanted to control his own body's appearance. Even if he didn't realize it, he always wanted to have a body of man, to speak like a man and to be viewed as one as well. Once he finally reached his ideal physique, he felt like he was unstoppable.

... or something like that, lol.

I meaaannn... why else would bro CHOOSE to change into anyone?

I have this little headcanon that Shang Tsung gets bored very quickly. To cure his boredom he'd transform into one of his captured souls and go on with his day until he gets tired of that body too.

———

Alas, these are all for now. Tumblr won't let me upload another image but just so you know, Stryker is a closeted bisexual. No reason other than vibes.

Anyone else who didn't make it to the list are either cyborgs or those who I think are straight. Anyways, hope you enjoyed and understood everything I just wrote. Byeee :3

[whipitgod]

Pushed In

Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter

one shot - wc: 2.6k

summary: Hannibal joins Will on a fishing trip and will reminisces on hannibal’s interesting fashion choices

warnings: none really other than bad writing and slight mentions of canon typical murder stuff, not really plot heavy and kind of crack-ish

a/n: Thank you for all the support on the last one-shot it means the world!! this was originally meant to be much shorter than it turned out being but, per usual, it got away from me. If you like this remember to leave a like/reblog! maybe even follow me :D! Happy reading!!

Will doesnt even know why Hannibal agreed to this. When Will first proposed the idea of Hannibal joining him for a day of fishing he had expected the man to turn his nose up at the suggestion immediately; truthfully Will had hoped Hannibal would say no, wanting to use his refusal as an example of hannibal never engaging with the things will enjoys. Hannibal had surprised him though, agreeing almost as soon as the words had left his mouth. Will is really starting to wish he had never even asked the pompous man to come.

“Why would you say yes to coming if you aren't even going to fish?” Will questions, it comes out sounding almost bitter. Hannibal huffs out a breath, pulling down the garish orange life jacket that he and Will had bickered about him needing to wear the entire drive down to the lake, before answering,

“Because you said you wanted me to accompany you on one of your fishing excursions,” Hannibal tugs at the jacket again, “which I agreed to,” he gives another tug this time a bit more aggressively, “I never said that I would partake in any actual fishing.” Hannibal gives the life jacket one more tug before picking the book he brought off of the hard bench next to him and resuming his reading, seemingly oblivious to the daggers Will is glaring into the side of his head.

Will toys with the idea of pushing hannibal into the water before ultimately scrapping it, Will doesn't want to kill him and taking Hannibal for another swim while he's wearing what is no doubt a very expensive dress shirt doesn't seem all that worth it given how petty the cannibal becomes with anger. When Will and Hannibal had first settled down in the home in Argentina, Will had been afraid to upset the other man, constantly walking on eggshells out of fear of the bloodshed that tends to follow Hannibal's anger. Will knows now that the fear of Hannibal's anger at that time was misguided; Will shouldn't have been afraid of Hannibal stabbing him to death, No, he should've been afraid of Hannibal annoying him to death. The first time Will gathered the courage to say something to the cannibal that might upset him he started with something that he thought wouldn't be a big deal, he stares out into the water as he recalls the memory.

They had been sat at the table, eating a lunch that hannibal had prepared,

“You know,” Will had begun, setting his fork down, “I’m not a huge fan of paisley.” Will paused after the words had left his mouth, watching the cannibal the way you would a rabid dog, afraid he might bite. Instead of lunging at him with the steak knife sitting well within his reach like Will thought he might, the man had calmly sat his own fork down before meeting Wills nervous gaze,

“You don't like the way I dress?” He had sounded almost dejected, doing a poor job hiding the way the words had affected him. Will had paused for a moment out of the shock of seeing the man react that way before rushing out a placating,

“No no, of course i do,” Will had struggled with what to say next, he had thought Hannibal would be angry not, whatever this was, “I’m just not a fan of the paisley,” will paused for a moment before adding, “it just looks kinda busy, you know?”

Hannibal had worn a contemplative look before letting out a soft breath and responding with a smile that had unsettled Will,

“Of course,” He picked his fork back up, “I understand.”

Will had let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding before giving a sharp nod and picking his own fork back up to resume the meal. The rest of the meal carried on with a tense silence broken only by the sound of cutlery against their plates, Hannibals face betrayed no emotions leaving him a little afraid of what might come after the meal. Will had found solace in the fact that even if Hannibal stabbed him in his sleep that night, at least he could die knowing that he had finally told the man that his tie choice left much to be desired. When they were finished eating they had cleaned up with the same silence that had occurred throughout the meal, the only other words exchanged that night were the quiet goodnights they had both offered each other before they had fallen asleep.

Will had woken hours later to the smell of something burning, he had sat up, immediately turning to Hannibal's side of the bed only to find it empty. He had jumped out of bed quickly, afraid their small refuge was burning down, before realizing that the smell of smoke was coming through the open window from the backyard. He took a second to rub the sleep from his eyes before he walked over to the window and peered out into the backyard. Will struggled to wrap his mind around what he was looking at, almost thinking he was still dreaming, he squinted trying to make out more of what was happening in the darkness outside. Hannibal was standing next to a small fire seemingly throwing tie after tie into the flames, Will almost couldn't believe what he was seeing, he really hadn't thought his words would affect the man this much.

Will had stood and watched as the cannibal threw all of his beloved paisley ties into the fire, a part of him relieved to never have to look at them again, an even bigger part of him was still struggling to understand the implications of what he was seeing. Will didn't have much time to dwell on it before Hannibal threw in the last tie and watched it reduce to ash, dumping a pail of water on the small fire once he was satisfied with the destruction. Hannibal had made quick work of putting the pail back where he had found it before turning and marching back towards the door of the house, Will had chosen to simply get back in bed and pretend to be asleep, not wanting to deal with the conversation about what he had seen until he had, had at least eight hours of sleep. With the decision made to table the discussion for the next day Will layed back down and closed his eyes, not reacting when Hannibal gently opened and shut the door before getting back into bed.

The next day came and went, Will having not said anything, deciding that he didn't want to deal with the implications of why Hannibal had burnt all but a few of his ties after he had insulted them, he made the choice to just let it go and hope the cannibal lets it go as well. Will had thought the difficult man had let it go until a few weeks after the tie burning incident, Will came home from his day of fishing to Hannibal placing a blue paisley rug in front of the fireplace. Will had barely spared the rug a glance, walking past the fireplace to the kitchen to begin cleaning the fish he caught. He had forgotten all about the rug until later that evening when he and Hannibal were sat by the fireplace, hannibal engrossed in the book he was reading and Will tying lures. Without looking up from the lure in his hands he broke the silence with an acknowledgment of the newest addition to the living room,

“I like the new rug,” he paused for a moment, considering, “it fits the space well.”

Will heard Hannibal suck in a sharp breath almost akin to a gasp, closing the book in his hands with a sharp sound; Will turned and looked at him with brows furrowed in confusion,

“Are you alright?” The concern in his voice was evident, the look Hannibal was giving him was a little startling, and he thought the cannibal's eye was going to start twitching.

“You like the rug?” Hannibal questioned almost hysterically, Will leveled him with an even more concerned look,

“Yeah, it fits with the decor of the room, it looks nice.” Will thought the man in front of him might start hyperventilating, he was sure Hannibal's eye was twitching at that point, the cannibal letting out a laugh that sounded more manic than anything.

“You like the rug?!” his words growing even more hysterical as he let out another laugh, “the paisley rug?”

Will had paused for a moment, the memory of the events a few weeks prior running through the front of his mind; he had forgotten all about the tie burning a few weeks prior, truthfully he had forgotten he had even said anything about the ties to begin with. The look on Will’s face incredulous as he finally turns to face the man fully, he opens his mouth to speak but Hannibal cuts him off before he can even start,

“You said you didn't like paisley!” Will was worried Hannibal might have a stroke with how red he was getting, “You didn't like my paisley ties but you like that god forsaken paisley rug?!” The cannibal was shaking now, Will might've been afraid that the man was going to lunge out at him if Hannibal didn't look so close to passing out from the way he was practically hyperventilating.

Will responded quickly, “Paisley is a very common rug pattern, it looks good on rugs!”

Hannibal let out another manic laugh, the sound sharp,

“But it looks bad on me?!” hannibal practically yelled this, Will sent him a look of utter disbelief,

“Are you a rug?!” he matched Hannibal's volume, his tone incredulous, Hannibal let out a soft gasp in response, a look of disbelief crossing his face matching the look Will was giving him. Without another word Hannibal stood, picking up his discarded book, and practically stomped out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Will heard the door to their room upstairs slam shut before he was left alone to wonder what the hell had just happened.

Hannibal hadn’t talked to Will for three days after that conversation, he still continued making them meals and sitting in rooms with Will, but anytime the younger man would attempt to start a conversation with him, the petty man would only nod or let out soft hums of acknowledgment, refusing to engage in any conversation with Will. He had only started talking to Will again after Will had gone out and bought, what he thinks, is more paisley ties than any reasonable person should own and presented them to the cannibal with a soft apology for insulting his choice in neck wear. Hannibal hadn't said anything to him the night Will gave him the ties but the next morning Will found Hannibal stood in the kitchen making breakfast wearing one of the ugliest ties he had ever seen, the man had smiled at him and said good morning as if none of the events in the previous few days had even occurred. Will had decided to never bring up the ties again, if only to save him the headache of having to deal with a petty cannibal.

Hannibal snapped Will out of his thoughts with a gentle hand on his shoulder, his voice soft as he questioned,

“Are you alright?”

Will hummed out an affirmation before turning to look at the man in the neon orange life jacket,

“Yeah I'm just thinking.” Will took in the appearance of the man next to him, his eyes catching on the tie sitting beneath the jacket, Will sucks in a sharp breath, it has to be one of the ugliest ties Hannibal has ever worn; Will believes the puke green color is supposedly named chartreuse, but he can't even dwell on the color because all his eyes can focus on is the horrible paisley pattern that lays over it. Will rethinks pushing Hannibal into the water, with the tie he's wearing Will reasons he's asking for it, but he stamps that idea down almost as quickly as it surfaces. Only Hannibal would wear a tie on a fishing trip; Will counts his blessings that he managed to convince the difficult man to forgo the vest and suit jacket.

Hannibal lets out an inquisitive noise, closing his book and setting it gently beside him,

“What about?” Hannibal looks at him expectantly, but Will doesnt really feel like rehashing the tie argument, especially given the abomination that the man currently has around his neck. He thinks for a moment, working more bait onto his fishing hook before casting the line out into the water,

“Our first few months here,” he pauses slightly before continuing, “How much things have changed I guess.”

Hannibal looks at him, a look of consideration taking over his features, he was silent for a couple minutes before responding,

“I would say things have changed for the better.”

Will hums out a soft noise of affirmation before turning his gaze back out towards the water. Will lets out an annoyed huff,

“You know, it wouldn't kill you to at least try to fish.” Will looks at hannibal then, hannibal stares out into the water, a look of consideration crossing his face, letting out a sigh he finally concedes,

“I will try,” Hannibal stops for a second, thinking again, “But I will not be touching the bucket of worms.” Will sends a look of disbelief towards the audacious man,

“You kill and eat people Hannibal,” Will pulls the bucket of worms closer to him and begins putting one onto the hook of the rod he had brought for Hannibal, “You tried to cut my skull open and eat my brain,” Will stops for a second, thinking about the events of a few days prior, “You pulled a man's intestines out with your bare hands three days ago but a bucket of worms is where you want to draw the line?” Will presents Hannibal with the fishing rod.

“I am multifaceted.” Hannibal takes the rod from him and stares blankly at it. Will thinks for a moment before sighing deeply and scooting over on the bench so he was sitting almost thigh to thigh with him,

“Do you even know how to fish?” Hannibal levels a glare in his direction at this question, before shaking his head resolutely,

“Why would I know how to fish Will.” The question is rhetorical and will fights the urge to respond anyways. With an irritated sigh he directs Hannibal on how to properly hold the rod and how to cast the line, demonstrating with his own fishing rod. Hannibal casts the line with a surprising amount of success; Will, now appeased, turns his eyes back to the water where his own line rests, the plastic float moving gently with the waves of the water.

Will is granted only a few minutes of peace before Hannibal sighs heavily, tugging on the life jacket with more force than necessary before questioning,

“So we just sit here and wait for the fish to potentially bite?” Will opens his mouth to respond but Hannibal cuts him off with another question,

“And why are you not also wearing a life vest?” his tone is bitter, betraying his physical and mental discomfort with the jacket. Will lets out a chuckle at the question, thinking for a moment before answering,

“Because i'm not the one who might get pushed into the lake.”

[fansplaining]

Do you have any advice, guides, or opinions on how write a good rec list?

WELL! This is Elizabeth, and as the longtime co-curator of "The Rec Center" newsletter (with @hellotailor) I do have *a lot* of thoughts about rec lists. 😊 I'm delighted you asked, because as I'm sure both Flourish & I have mentioned on the podcast, rec-list-making is way less prominent now than it has been in previous fandom eras, and I think that's a shame. Reccing can be a great critical tool, and rec lists make a fanwork space richer—not least because they can move readers beyond the mostly quantitative metrics of the AO3.

I'll put the rest of this under the cut:

So obviously there are different kinds of rec lists, including by category/trope, favorites about a character or a ship or fandom, etc. To me, a true ~authored~ rec list is one in which the writer(s) deliberately put together a batch of fics to make some kind of argument about the works/the ship/the fandom/the source material.

Most of the lists we run in the newsletter are not like this, because we're pulling 5-7 works from our guest submissions bank—and since we don't (realistically, can't!) read the stories that are sent in, I have no idea if those 5-7 compliment each other in any real way. (When I put together one of these lists, I aim for balance: not all M/M, not all white characters, not all Western source material, etc.) (Yes, unsurprisingly, those are overrepresented in our submissions bank.)

But an authored rec list treats the rec list itself like a fanwork: you can tap into connective tissue that runs throughout the fics you choose, and you can put stories side-by-side that illuminate something when read together. You can approach this from two different directions: working from a broader pool of fics you like and pulling out a coherent batch, or starting with a theme, an argument, that connective tissue, and seeing what fits.

When I first got into my current fandom, I kept a google doc with fic titles, links, brief descriptors, and general thematic vibes etc., for future reccing use. (Obviously you can do this with AO3 bookmarks, but I use those differently, so this was a separate endeavor.) These were set up to transfer to "The Rec Center" easily, e.g.:

“Celestial Navigation” by kaydeefalls. 9K words, rated Teen. Canon-era: C & E go to NYC to try to recruit several mutants. Delicate balance sort of story with a soft revelation. No tropes.

When I actually go to rec something, I reread it—mostly because I want to get the content warnings right, but also because reading it to rec is more like reading for work: you wind up looking at the text with a different eye, always lowkey thinking about how you'll make your argument about it in writing. I haven't actually recced the fic above in the newsletter, but here's another X-Men fic I did rec at one point:

“Come Together” verse by blarfkey. 60K words across 4 stories, rated Teen.  Backstory: When Peter gets arrested for breaking Erik out of the Pentagon, Erik returns the favor and breaks Peter out in turn—and takes him to live with Charles. Beautifully awkward father-son bonding coupled with bitter, stubborn exes pining: *chef’s kiss*. The verse spans five years, with really believable character growth, which is really saying something, based on the emotionally-stunted starting point for all parties involved. Rec: Peter is the POV character here, so a+++, and the close third-person narration plays with the spaces between what he feels and what he says while capturing his voice beautifully. This means 50% dragging people and 50% feeling like an idiot, which is a total joy. A lot of X-Men stuff, canonically or...fanonically...sorry...is about found family, and I mean, this one is about finding your literal blood relations, but it’s also about building a true family, and I think the author gives that enough space to really sell it.  Content warnings: Canon-typical violence, torture, ableism, the unenlightened thoughts about women’s bodies that preoccupy heterosexual teenage boys 

That rec is from a whole list I did with @morgan-leigh a few (five???wtf lol) years ago, which I think is a good example of an authored rec list: Morgan and I had overlapping tastes and similar interpretations of the characters, so all the fics here feel like they're talking to each other in some way, and making an argument about who these characters are (in Morgan's beautiful words, many of these stories "capture the exquisite and venal dickishness of both our heroes" lol).

Obviously rec lists don't have to be super formal—we created this reccing format a long time ago to keep things standardized—and I certainly don't think recs need to sound like literary criticism (not that the examples above sound like literary criticism lol...you know what I mean). Some of my favorite rec lists are pure vibes and (performatively? in a good way) emotional, and that's great. If you're a fic author, you know what a delight those comments are to receive. And like someone's AO3 bookmarks, the all-vibes rec list is an opportunity to see if you, too, feel like the selected fics smack you in the face or whatever violent expression of appreciation people are using. They often don't give you a ton of information, but if you and the reccer have similar taste, you know you can trust their picks.

But! I would make the case for reccing as a chance to talk about fic in a way that you really wouldn't in a comment to the author or in a performatively emotional tag: critically, not in the "this is bad" definition of "criticism," but, like, in the lit-crit way. Why does this work—and how does it work? As with all literary criticism, "work" is totally contextual; a good rec list sets up that context, and gives you just enough information to want to click through and see for yourself.

All that being said, you don't need to overthink it—and I say this partly because I'd really love to see more rec lists floating around! The AO3 often primes people to sort in a top-down way, and though there are tons of great fics with lots of kudos, as the meme goes,

Rec lists let you include things that aren't super popular, that hit niche characterization or plot notes, that really worked for you specifically for whatever reason. They're pure human curation—not just recs, but an arrangement of those recs that creates a whole new work in the process. And that's something I really love about fandom! We don't want algorithmic 'if this, then that' for-you pages; we're interested in doing the actual work of reading, thinking about, and sharing what we like with others, and that's wonderful.

[earlgreytea68]

Do u have any twin skeletons thoughts/analyses?

SO MUCH. BUCKLE UP.

I looooove this song and I think it is the most raw and brutal song about the disintegration of the Pete/Patrick relationship in the entire discography, I really do.

Patrick jumbles his use of lyrics up time-wise, he plucks them from all over their chronology, but I don't think he would write this song today, and I don't think he would write the lyrics up in this song today. Like, the lyrics are brutal, but the song they're in are worst, the way he arranges them, the way he sings them.

BUT THEN HE ENDS IT IN HOPE. THIS SONG.

I feel like there is this vague trajectory to the lyrics that Pete writes and the way that Patrick arranges and sings them. When they're both young kids, the lyrics are more straightforwardly melodramatic and self-pitying, the way kids are, and Patrick sings them that way. Which isn't to say they're not still complex, but yeah. As they move toward the hiatus, I feel like the lyrics actually get less bitter and more longing but Patrick starts arranging them and singing them more viciously, so that lyrics that could have been love songs become angry songs instead. Post-hiatus, Pete's lyrics take a distinctive pining turn that he's never entirely left, although they're not always about relationships (they never were, really, which is what I love about him) but about the passage of time and the way everything is yearning ambivalence for things you can't even define as you get older. Patrick in the beginning of the hiatus still arranged these lyrics in songs that felt defiant but by now the lyrics get put into love songs and lose some of the irony in the way Patrick sings them.

That's kind of a tangent.

Anyway, I don't actually think they dealt, lyrically or musically, with a lot of the emotions of the hiatus until AB/AP. I think they wrote SRAR almost carefully. Some of the songs in it feel almost like Patrick designed them to try to be at a remove, they feel kind of impersonal, aiming for the kind of heterosexual drama that FOB rarely hits in their songs because Pete rarely writes lyrics like that. But I think about a song like The Mighty Fall or Death Valley or Just One Yesterday or Young Volcanoes -- and there is A LOT to all of those songs, too, of course, and I love them -- but they're easy to read as just, you know, typical radio play stuff. (The notable -- REALLY notable -- SRAR exception is Miss Missing You, of course, and maybe that was as much as anyone could deal with at the time lol.)

But AB/AP, to me, is FULL of working through the hiatus baggage. There's "The Kids Aren't Alright" and there's "Fourth of July" and there's "Favorite Record" and THEN THERE'S THIS SONG. To me, this song is all about a relationship -- a partnership -- that's supposed to be perfect breaking completely to pieces right in front of you, and the way it devolves into recriminations and accusations.

The chorus, revolving around this titular room where everything went down. I read “shares our fate and deserves our pity” to imply that this room has been somehow ruined, too (sharing our fate) and that’s such a huge pity, like, this isn’t how it should have happened. There’s deep regret in this chorus: I don’t want to remember it, and what they don’t want to remember is the things the promised. The promises you make to the people you love and when it all goes to hell and you end up not keeping those promises, you don’t want to think about them.

EVERYTHING about the description of the relationship in this is some of Pete’s most vivid lyrics. This is one of those songs where every single line is absolutely crystalline. When Taylor Swift said once that she wanted “Blank Space” to be like a Fall Out Boy song where every line is a zinger, this is the song I think of, because the way this relationship is described, the way it unfurls through the song, every single line carries an entire story within it, it’s all so vivid. And the thing is, this could be read to be about sex—dull the pain, strip down to skeleton, saint swimming our sins—sure, it’s all sexy, but I don’t think any of it is actually about sex. Stripped down to our skeletons, that’s not how you have sex, that is way more revealing, way more vulnerability being shown than just taking off your clothes. It has to be read in the context of the image on their Greatest Hits compilation, those twin skeletons, dedicated to each other even in death, like, it’s just not about sex. Sure, sex can be read as sinful, but there’s a multitude of sins out there in the world for them to be swimming in. And the line that really smacks me over the head: “’til we’re twins again.” You…don’t have sex with your twin. I mean, unless we’re getting into some really weird narcissistic thing going on in this song. The twin thing is so…Patrick-coded hahaha. Because who is Patrick? The person he has twin-speak with. This whole thing is in the vein of Pete’s pining language to be honest: I MISS YOU SO MUCH. I JUST NEED A LITTLE DOSE OF YOU. I MISS HOW WE USED TO BE. I MISS WHEN WE WERE SO OURSELVES WITH EACH OTHER THAT WE WERE BASICALLY SKELETONS, THERE WAS NOTHING TO HIDE BEHIND.

But the way Patrick sings these words, the melody he gives them: It doesn’t sound pining. It sounds biting and cruel. If he sang this song in one of his piano arrangements, I bet these words would kill you with how much longing is in them. But that’s not how he sings them.

And then we get to that jet black crow, droning on and on and on, up above their heads, droning on and on and on. The way that droning line repeats, the way Patrick sings the on and on and on so that it sounds like a drone, it’s cleverly done, and the jet black crow always feels like this bad omen to me, this thing hanging over them, that they can’t escape. I MISS YOU SO MUCH, PLEASE STAY HERE WITH ME, but there’s that droning of foreboding hanging over their heads. You’ve got to keep making trouble until you find what you love, he’s not done yet, he wants to keep going, he needs a partner in crime AND YOU SHRUG. I never can decide which of them is speaking there, who looked to the other for their partner and didn’t find him there, and maybe it was both of them, because they were mutual destruction, maybe that’s the point.

Then we get to the second verse, one era dying and the next being born, showing up just to fade away, calling an end to the whole thing – and hating it the whole time (“I wanna throw my hands in the air and scream”). “I can just die laughing on your spiral of shame”: the way Patrick sings that. That is another line that I’m not sure who it’s meant to be referencing, and it could just be both of them. Honestly, the cruel things you do to the people you love when there’s a jet black crow droning on and on over your heads. But you get through the wreck and you pull yourself together enough to survive, even though you’re barely holding yourself together with a string.

But. BUT. THIS BRUTAL, BRUTAL SONG that Patrick takes Pete’s lyrics and puts together here. The way he has the pining of the first verse devolve into the vicious backlash of the second verse in the wake of the indifferent and painful shrug is so good and then the narrative retreats into: Hold on. Hold on, hold on, hold on. At the end of the song he repeats “hold on” EIGHTEEN TIMES. That’s how much he wants Pete to “hold on.” This song about the complete disintegration of this relationship ends with Patrick begging, over and over again: Hold on. Hold on. It’ll be okay. Hold on. That jet black crow drones on and on and on twelve times. Patrick asks us to hold on many more times. And he never sends droning as he does it. He packs multiple notes into the ons. The jet black crow is gone by the end of the song. I made promises. Just hold on.

[milaatyourworst]

You wonder why I'm bitter? Pt. 1 ~ Chappell Roan

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A/N: This is my first time writing for Chappell so i hope y'all enjoy!!<3

warnings!: harsh language! smut! bullying!

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Chappell Roan. Pretty much everyone knew her. She was the popular college girl. She had it all. The looks, the grades, and on the cheer team, typical. She, of course, had her group of friends. Maxine, she dated Chappell for a while but then realized she was 'straight'; Alex, just straight up a bitch, which was why she got along with her the most; and Kayla, the stupid bitch. The four of them got along just fine, obviously.

You were an outsider. And you obviously did not care about them. They were rude to you anyway. And most of the time you'd spend your studying hours in the library, which they never bothered to go into.

Today was a study day, and you were so happy to get away from all the noise, until you heard loud noises coming from the entrance door. Great, it was Chappell. She sees you from afar and grins, her stupid friends behind her.

"Hey Y/N, what are you doing here on a Friday night? Oh wait, you don't have a life." Her stupid friends giggle.

"Well you're here making fun of me so I could say the same." You reply coldly. Kayla giggles softly.

"You think that's funny?" Chappell grits through her teeth. Kayla shakes her head and stays silent. "You're a little bitch you know that?" Chappell snatches your pencil.

"And you're a big bitch." You roll your eyes and grab another pencil from your bag. "You can keep that. You're gonna need it for your soon needed tutorials."

Chappell smirks, she knows she pissed you off. "Why so aggressive, baby?" She reaches over and grabs your chin, pulling you up to face her.

"Why so annoying, bitch?" You mutter out. Chappell chuckles, finding this amusing.

"Hmm, someone's feisty today." She hums out. You roll your eyes.

"Just leave me alone." You mumble. She smirks.

"Now why would I do that? I'm just having fun."

"I'm sure you can find fun somewhere else." You grumble out. Chappell grip on your chin tightens. You swat her hand away causing her to gasp.

"Oh, now you're really pissing me off." She smacks her lips and smiles. "You know, you really shouldn't do that."

You sigh. "Can you just leave me alone?"

Chappell smirks. "Why should I?"

You look at her, a hint of vulnerability and something else she can't quite place. Chappell's gaze changes slightly, almost a pang of empathy for you. She let go of your chin and stands up. "Let's go." She mutters to her friends. Alex mumbles a 'what the fuck?' as they walk away. You sigh as you pick up your stuff and head back to your dorm. Chappell looks over her shoulder and watches you leave.

She continues to walk with her friends, but she just can't get the image of you out of her head. "Hey, you guys. I'll catch up with you soon." She walks the opposite way of her friends and attempts to find you.

She walks around the building, knocking on dorms to find you. This guy leads her to your dorm. She sighs, looking at the door before knocking.

You open the door and are immediately met with familiar blue eyes. "Chappell?" She gulped, looking at you. Her heart was beating so fast, but why?

"Can we...talk?"

"Are you gonna be a dick?"

She rolls her eyes, her normal self coming back. "If you don't want me to be mean, then don't be one." She said, a bit annoyed by your comment.

"Come in." You nod.

Chappell walks into your dorm, her shoes making small noises as she did so. She looked around for a moment, a small scoff escaping her lips. Your dorm actually looked...cozy. She looked at you. "Your room is, surprisingly cozy." She says.

"Thanks." You sit on your chair by your desk. "What'd you want to talk about?"

She stares at you for a moment, trying to find the right words to say. "Why did you look at me like that? At the library?"

"What?"

"That look you gave me. You looked so... vulnerable. So..." She thought for a moment. "Why?"

You cleared your throat. "I-"

Chappell put her hands on the armrest of your chair, trapping you. Her face was inches away from yours. "It got stuck in my mind. And I want to know why."

You shrug. "I just wasn't in the mood, Chappell."

Chappell scoffs again, tilting her head and keeping a serious look on her face. "You being annoying and feisty, I can deal with that. But looking at me so vulnerable and...scared. It was-"

"I just don't-" You sigh. "I can't tell you."

She groaned, feeling frustrated. She had all these emotions and all because of you. "Why the hell not? You think I'm gonna make fun of you or something?"

"Yes because that's all you do!"

She clenches her jaw, her eyes narrowing. She couldn't believe it. Did you really think that low of her? "You really think that's all I do, huh?"

You nod. "Yeah."

She shakes her head and laughs, in a cold and harsh way, almost sarcastic. She grabs your chin again, with a stronger grip than before. "You really think all I do is make fun of people?"

You swallow. "I-"

She leans over you, basically trapping you completely. Her grip on your chin not loosening. "You really think I'm that much of a monster?"

You shake your head. "No. I-"

She leans in closer, your noses basically touching. Her voice got lower and there was a hint of frustration and pain in her tone. "Then why won't you tell me why you looked at me like that? I just want to know, baby."

You stare into her eyes for a moment. "Chappell." You look down at her lips and whisper. "Kiss me."

Chappell's eyes widened at your request. Her heart started beating faster. She didn't expect it but she didn't hate the idea. "Hmm, you want me to kiss you?"

Without hesitation, you pull her in for a kiss. Chappell is definitely taken back from the sudden action but quickly reciprocates. The hand that wasn't holding your chin went up to your hair, gripping it tightly and pulling you closer. She slowly starts to deepen the kiss, sliding her tongue across your bottom lip. She wasn't thinking straight, she just completely left herself go. She started to move away from your lips and moving to your neck. She left soft kisses that were sure to leave hickies. Her hands moves to your waist, holding you in place as she leaves kisses on your neck. You bite your lip. She moved away for a moment to look at your expression. She smirks as she sees you bite your lip.

"Chappell-" You whisper. She straddles your lap and pins your hands above your head.

"Hmm, you want to say something, baby?"

"I- I need you to fuck me." You whine.

Chappell felt a shiver go down her spine. "Yeah?"

You nod desperately. "Please."

Chappell grins and connects her lips to yours again, this time she takes full control. She bites your bottom lip, causing you to moan. She slides her hands into your shirt, rubbing your sides. Her touch causes you to shiver. Her hands go to unclip your bra. You smile against her lips. She pulls away and pulls your bra off.

"Can I- take your shirt off?" She asks, a sudden shyness taking over her. You smile and nod. "I need verbal consent."

You smile. "Yes, you can."

Chappell nods and slowly takes your shirt off. Your bare chest revealed to her sight. She stares for a moment, causing you to giggle. She inhales deeply before placing kisses on your chest. You hum softly. She gently stands up and lifts you up and places you on the bed. She leans over you and kisses your stomach. You watch as she gets on her knees, looking up at you for consent. You nod and she slowly takes your pants off. You bite your lip as she places soft kisses on your inner thigh. "Mmm baby, you're so wet." She smiles as she looks at your soaked panties. You groan softly as she presses a kiss to your clothed core. Chappell smirks as she moves your panties aside. Your chest heaves up and down as you feel the sudden cold air hit your pussy. She bites her lip before kissing your clit, sucking softly. You moan and grip her hair.

"Oh fuck." You moan. Chappell slides her tongue up your folds, making you arch your back. You move her face closer, making her hum, sending vibrations to your pussy. "Oh god." You groan. She slid her tongue inside of you. You let out a pornographic moan and arch your back. She hit your sweet spot. "Oh my god! Chappell." She knows you're close, so she increases her speed. "Mm'fuck. I'm gonna-" She pulls away and inserts her fingers in. You felt the knot untie. "Oh gosh." You panted heavily as you laid on your back. Chappell lifted herself up and wiped her mouth. She hovered over you and kissed your lips softly, your taste lingering on her tongue. She lifted you up gently and placed your head on your pillow, laying herself next to you. She wrapped her arm around you and pressed soft kisses to your shoulder.

She couldn't believe she was laying here, after she just had sex with someone she thought she hated. She cleared her thoughts and her throat.

"I think I'm gonna go."

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A/N 2: I'm not good with smut guys!! This is a small little fic series!! I hope y'all like it!! Comment if you want to be tagged in this little seriess!! <3

tags: @dominicfikeenthusiast

[teacorgi]

Hi I really like Lily's style! She's super cool but I was wondering, is she still a vampire? The fangs are a great look! (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠) What all does vampirism entail in your world/setting? There are so many different interpretations of the curse and I like learning about everyone's ideas on it!

HEWWO ! >W< ty for the ask abt lilly waah !!

i feel like this got too long for the dashboard so ill throw my answer under a readmore !

She is still a vampire ! Part of the time, anyway ! In her main universe/the main universe i write with her in she is a human but ! i do have an AU i poke around in sometimes w/stories where she's a vampire still bc its Very important to me that she gets to keep her vampirism somewhere u know x3

The Curse(tm) depends on the type/'rank' of vampire in most my universes that i write w/them.

Lillian, for example, was changed by a man who held a moderate amnt of control over her following the change. While under his influence/control she could only drink blood n was unable to go out during the day w/out it severely burning her.

Killing him herself n drinking some of his blood basically released her from him + buffed her vampy powers up a bit. She can eat normie human food sometimes w/out getting sick and sunny days just feel like when you go outside w/a not-quite-healed sunburn- warm, tingly, hurts a little bit but its bearable. some of this is due to alien tech given to her by her husband tho to help her deal w/negative side effects.

there are also...alien vampires in this universe which are responsible for introducing vampirism to earth many centuries ago. they don't typically come to earth themselves but lilly's daughter is friends w/a few of them =3

some of these alien vamps don't really suffer many negative effects at All and have more abilities ( can turn into various beasts, teleport, turn invisible, ect ) but others are weaker than ur average earth vampire. it just depends !

ooh also if u do not consume enough blood, even if you are able to eat human food n have been doing so, you can go into a frenzied starvation mode. when this happens, people lose control of themselves and seek out a food source indiscriminately.

lets see... what else... vamps can feed off other vamps but its not as effective/does not taste good... there are some alien species w/highly prized blood... holy water and the like mostly only effects lower tier vamps and only rly works bc of the strong emotional energy behind the process of making the vamp hunting items... silverware tastes extremely bitter and acidic to them... a weaker vamp could paralyze a stronger one if their venom was different enough...

i kno there is more but. sleepy....... sleepy... i am so VEWY sleepy so im sorry if this sounds rambly or doesnt make sense DX TY AGAIN a lot for the question ;w; i havent talked this much abt oc stuff publically in 500000 yrs no joke lol

[alittle-toosilly]

Hi writers and hopefully not serial killers! I have some great questionable information for you!

CW:Death, Murder, mentions of replicated s*icide, cannibalism, drugs, drug od, dropping a baby, and general dark topics under cut (Don't say I didn't warn u)

Spinal fluid tastes like a mixture of banana and 9 volt batteries

Rigor mortis starts 2 hours after death (starting in the face and working down to the limbs), fully sets in at 12, and lasts 36 hours in total

In high humidity, the skin of corpses turn black after a week or so

Corpses release a lot of nitrogen when decomposing and other stuff that plants LOVE so please bury bodies in places with vegetation, or you'll have a grassy patch in a bare area, which will look weird

Arteries feel like cooked tubular pasta

If you drop a uterus, it will bounce

The typical human skull weighs about 11lbs/4.99kg on average

Brains are not as squishy as you think! Still squishy tho

Do not cut your palms for blood sacrifices, that's where a lot of nerve endings are and it will HURT!

Steaming alive is more painful than burning alive since it destroys nerves slower and steam burns hurt really bad too

(In America, at least) Vehicular manslaughter is a good way to kill someone because getting hit by a car will leave you severely, permanently injured if not in a vegetative state (AT BEST) and if you have a good enough lawyer it can be written off as a road rage incident and you can get less time in jail

Wear different perfumes, shoes, clothes, wigs, makeup, anything and everything that significantly alters your appearance when disposing of crime scenes as to not be easily identified (AND GLOVES TOO! GLOVESS!!)

Human meat tastes like sweet, bitter, slightly more tough pork or veal. The human placenta is safe to eat if cooked right and is a form of postpartum recovery. Depends on person and cut of meat.

The palms are the tastiest part of the human body, the legs having good nutrition too, AND you can eat the ribs like BBQ ribs

Even consensual cannibalism can cause severe psychological stress and you are at risk of getting various diseases if not prepared and eaten properly

Choking by ice cube is a good way to kill someone since the ice cube will melt by the time they find the body

A lot of medicine at home (Tylenol, Advil, cough and cold medicine, etc.) is lethal in the right doses, most likely when combined as well. Feeding people home drug cocktail infused meals and drinks repeatedly is a good way to murder someone, as long as they can't taste anything weird. You can also write it off as a s*icide by drug cocktail. Know the lethal dose of said drugs for the victim as well

Injecting insulin under the tongue is also good murder method since they can't usually find it with regular autopsy stuff and if they do check for it, they will write it off as undiagnosed diabetes (bonus points if you drive far away and make the victim look like they died while out walking)

If you drop a baby and the blood that comes out of their ear has yellow in it, they have brain damage

Typical stabs have a VERY low mortality rate. A pocket knife to the gut won't do anything. Go for the throat since it damages their vocal cords and stops them from screaming, and the neck is a hotspot for major blood vessels

Soak bloodstained fabric in cold water overnight, apply hydrogen peroxide the next day, then wash. May take a few tries.

Always dismember bodies and puncture their organs and put them in bags with VERY HEAVY weights (heavier than them, ideally) to prevent them from floating up

Eyes sink into the skulls of dead bodies.

Bodies muscles tense up during cremation, causing them to thrash around and sit up

It takes 520lbs or 235kg of force to crush a human skull (sorry guys)

Dissolving bodies in a strong base is better than an acid bc it's less suspicious when bought in large quantities (some strong bases are used in soap making) and will turn bone into brittle calcium stuff that is great for fertilizer

Pigs will eat corpses as long as you get the teeth out. Collect em in a jar or smthn

An air shot between the toes will replicate a heart attack almost perfectly. Bonus points if the victim has a family history of heart attacks or as it risk of one

I may rb with more if I collect more. Correct me if I'm wrong on any of these, and feel free to add any!

If this made anybody uncomfy I'm terribly sorry and will delete this.

I am not responsible for what people do with this info!!

[hotforharrison]

I kind of want to see if I can write later -- I have a few longer WIPs that I haven't touched in months that I've always intended to finish.

My ex-husband is spending this week in Florida with his girlfriend at a resort where she's having a work conference, and that's rough because I seriously, seriously doubt I'll hear from him at all.

I don't typically hear from him any time he's with her, during the entire weekends he's been gone. (He's still here some during the week as he's moving his stuff, and she's adjusting to having him moving in to a space she considers fully hers after a bitter divorce left her with nothing.)

Anyway, maybe it would ease some of the heartbreak if I lost myself in a love (or love adjacent) story of my own making, the happy ending that I very much hope I'll be able to find someday.

I know I owe him nothing now that I'm his nothing, but I promised him that I wouldn't meet any fuckboys on Tinder for the time being because that wouldn't make anything better right now.

(And I've honestly never had anything good come from meeting dating site fuckboys -- I met some while he was in the military and deployed. It just emphasized that sex is better for me with a partner who knows me and actually cares about me as a person and my pleasure, not just a guy looking for some convenient hole to get off in.)

[ansu-gurleht]

tagged by @jiubilant! i never know who to tag for these things so if you see this and want to do it too feel free! just pretend like i tagged you :3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

0, i don't use ao3 lol

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

also 0 B)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

tes! but i do original fantasy writing as well. that's @vosh-rakh and @saintsmith respectively

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

by tumblr notes instead of kudos: 1: delivering mail by cliffracer (143 notes) 2: clavicus vile's trick on trinimac (107 notes) 3: dagoth ur (95 notes) 4: on the starlit architecture of the ayleids (74 notes) 5: the man who sold the world (72 notes)

5. Do you respond to comments?

not typically! i do read them and appreciate them very much though!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

there's a few contenders! malcius' funeral, the bitter coast, clockwork shears, right where it belongs, the "last chapter" of "a window, open and closed", maybe this one about gortwog and lysandus, trinimac and kyne, and... i'm gonna stop there. as you can see i write a lot of angsty endings

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i guess the most unambigiously happy ending would be on "bullseye, catseye" . but there's relatively happy endings elsewhere

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i don't think so? not that i remember at least.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

nope! the most i do is imply the sex lives of my characters when it's relevant (or funny). not super comfortable writing outright smut

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

nope! never have and don't have much interest in it

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

don't think so!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

there's definitely been some back-and-forth and help with editing on some fics, but i wouldn't say "co-written" on any of them

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

ku-vastei/ashiri or trinimac/boethiah!

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

madstone tbh. that one had such promise and it taught me a lot about writing longer fic. but idk i lost interest ig

16. What are your writing strengths?

i've been told my dialogue is good! and i think people have said my use of poetic language is attractive as well? idk

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

describing things. i'm kind of godawful at like...describing rooms and people and stuff i think.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

i mean, it's cool ig? i've never really done it though

19. First fandom you wrote for?

um. homestuck. sorry

20. Favorite fic you've written?

ABSOLUTELY "means and ends." intensely proud of that one, and it wouldn't have been as good as it turned out if it weren't for the lovely editing help of the person who tagged me to do this, @jiubilant!

[shamelesskimchifiend]

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫

So just because I'm running out of ideas on what to post and would rather die than be one of those accounts you thought you could rely on for fic recs but then suddenly goes inactive for 7 years which then causes irreversible trust issues for any idiot who thought it would be a good idea to trust anything to do with me, I'm gonna say a bit about my favourite authors and their best fics.

And yes, I had two shots of espresso so I no longer need fullstops in my grammar, they hold me back.

And no, I did not just use a fullstop.

Also I'm not doing summaries cause Fuck That.

And my definition of a one shot is just like less 30 pages or less not actually one chapter yknow?

lalazee

Okay so my baby girl lala is such an amazing writer and in my opinion captures bkdks dynamic the best of all the fics I’ve read. She somehow writes gripping plots, leg opening smut and the most hilarious banter. Her character construction is incredible. Effortlessly funny and she clearly knows how to write. Her shit needs to be published. #sheismyfavouriteauthorandiwanttotattoohernameonmyface

Quiet Rapture (300k - a/b/o - E)

Blood Moon (100k - Canon divergence - E)

Crybaby (50k - Pro heroes AU - E)

Hopeless Ramen-tic (One shot - Canon divergence - E)

Don’t Watch Your Friends’ Sex Tapes and Other Life Lessons (One shot - Pro heroes AU - E)

Thirsty Gay Wingman Fic (One shot - College AU - E)

EtherealBeing

Just writes good shit. Icebreaker is peak, I would like to sign a petition to get it continued.

Icebreaker (One shot - No quirks AU - E) discontinued

Fire Lily (300k - Heaven & Hell AU - E)

Bluebird (50k - No quirks AU - E)

roadtripwithlucifer

Okay now where to go with this. Rtwl has always been a more intense read. Especially brothers keeper it felt a bit…bitter. But not in the way it lacked plot but the author is so talented they always manage to evoke emotions out of me. I think this author wins really good story progression but then again all these authors write incredible plots. Their stuff usually feels more intense, maybe even gritty, but don't trust me on that because I honestly don't even know what it means :)

Battle of the Bands (170k - Boy Band AU - M)

Intersecting Lines (120k - Canon divergence - E)

My Brothers Keeper (80k - College AU - E)

warschach

warschach definitely has a very distinct way of writing bkdk. I feel like their depiction of bkdk is a little more playful or lighthearted than the stuff with rtwl or lalazee but still constructs great plot and effortless humor. I don’t really know how to put it in words but bakugou especially feels a little more awkward and a little more modernised in their stuff. Yes modernised is the best way to describe it. So basically all the ‘extremities’ of his personality are toned down a little and his character kind of adopts the traits of your typical swag high schooler.

K-9 (20k - Shapeshifters AU - E)

F.U. (15k - College AU - E)

Chewed Up (30k - Zombie apocalypse AU - E)

Pinup (One shot - College AU - E)

Black Light/Passenger Seat (One shot - In UA - T/E)

If ya wanna know more about a fic half of these I've gone into more detail about in other posts