#I need this fic in my hands desperately

[demigods-posts]

canonically, percy isn't aware of the crushes people have on him until it's too obvious to deny — like when annabeth kissed him, or when nico straight up told him. and since percy isn't aware of rachel's crush on him until the beginning of tlo, that means there was a point in time when rachel was actively trying to get with him and he had no idea. and it's not even his fault lol. he just only saw her as his good friend and just thought her advances were her being friendly. i just have to see this in action.

[bignostalgias]

“No more sob stories.”

Happy Valentines!! This is a bit of a self indulgent doodle — baby’s first hijack fic when I was 13 was I’ll See It When I Believe It by OldBeginningNewEnding, and the original character of Cupid has lived in my brain ever since. She’s That Bitch ❤️🕷️🌹

[milolovesbmc]

Random assortment of stuff that reminds me of Gpi idk....... I miss them

[to-the-all-blue]

On my walk home from the cafe I was thinking about Sanji (as one does) and how every influence in his life for 19 years screamed at him to hunker down, stay silent, and never appear weak.

As much as I love Zeff and know he loved Sanji, it's clear he has such a straight-laced and unflinching view of masculinity and what it means to be a man. The environment on the Baratie was an extension of that.

It was a machismo world where affection was hidden behind kicks to the head and insults. The kind of environment where cutting your hand or something gets a response of "what? You call that an injury? Don't cry over nothing". Where outright kindness has to be dragged out of people, and then immediately covered up with a half-baked insult.

Throw into that environmemt a little boy who is desperate to prove he's not the failure he was told he was, and out pops a man who wears his heart on his sleeve for "acceptable manly emotions" but who hides real emotions behind anger, and hides pain (physical or emotional) altogether so as not to seem weak.

Tack onto that the idea that the only surefire way to show love is through self sacrifice (his mom + Zeff), then of course Sanji will be all sorts of jacked up.

We see throughout the series how Sanji is so unwilling to be vulnerable or to even admit he's feeling hurt at all. Plaster a smile on, make some comment about loving women, and voila! He's the man's man everyone expects. No need to worry about him. After all: he's strong.

...🥺

[pepper-steam-milkshake]

some old splinters art and some new splinters art feat. my favorite boys

was drawing this morning and went ‘hmmm maybe i SHOULD share these’

[elgarwhore]

Was talking about Raphael on Discord and ended up bringing up the VVitch movie ending scene, but with Tav/Durge and Raphael instead. Need that man to ask me if I want to live deliciously right in my ear 😩

[justaz]

i am so goddamn desperate and down bad for spn/pjo crossover fics. i NEED dean and percy to bitch about incompetent, pain in the ass immortals desperately. i NEED sam and annabeth to give each other the bitch face when dean and percy are being dumbasses. i NEED them bonding over going to hell. i NEED dean and sam to try and adopt percy and annabeth and try to protect them from this cruel, harsh world and then watch as they completely annihilate their enemies without breaking a sweat. nico catholic guilt activated. castiel looking at the winchesters like "wtf why are they here, what did u do???"

[bhaalstemple]

i know if orin had someone who fully loved and accepted her, she would've had a worse religious crisis than durge ever did with gortash

[orcelito]

Scraping the bottom of the barrel so hard bc I want a specific kind of fic and there's not that much of it. And well I think I scraped too hard so I metaphorically ate some wood and now I have splinters in my throat.

Aka I ended up reading a fic I really really really hated yet I still finished it bc I have been wanting that specific trope so very much and I have been lowering my standards more and more but I think I finally read smth that has knocked me out of the mood (I can only hope) bc im genuinely. I just hated this fic So fucking much. I want nothing to do with Anything in that fic now.

[prettybbychim]

chat how do we feel about zhongli teaching childe how to actually handle a bow as apart of his recovery down the line

[yoonnamjin25]

Ok but I need a post canon, Arthur returns, slow burn, Merthur, kind of fic where we can acompany our beloved king through the different stages of grief he will go through when Merlin tells him he's been dead for over 1500 years so he lost his kingdom, knights, friends and wife. A fic where we can see Merlin introducing Arthur to the 21st century and its technology that he insists is just magic, Mer-lin, I know it, I'm no fool. I know magic when I see it. A fic where we can see Arthur still struggling to fully trust on Merlin again because yes, he forgave him and he doesn't really care about the magic (except he does because Merlin's eyes look so beautiful when they are gold and where did that come from, Arthur Pendragon? Merlin, beautiful? Ha! The clotpole must've been right when he told you you shouldn't drink a third cup of that dark, strong, addictive beverage) but he still can't get over all the years of constant lies and deceiving, and Merlin feels guilty af so he tries to win his trust once again day by day and keep the promise he made to himself that day he finally confessed his magic to Arthur to not lie to him ever again. A fic full of fluffy moments between merthur where we can see them fall for each other harder slowly but surely until one day, after 3 or 4 months since Arthur came back, he finally kisses Merlin. And then they kiss some more. And more. And they are so happy grinning like idiots between kisses because finally they are on the same page. And everything is perfect. And Arthur suddenly loses his shirt somehow and things are getting heated although everything is still so soft and sweet and tentative. And then the doorbell rings. They ignore it at first, Arthur's orders, but the person behind the door is insistent so they have to stop so Merlin can go and see who it is. And when he finally opens the door, his jaw almost hit the floor because the person in front of him is no other than the fucking Queen of Camelot, his first and beloved friend, Guinevere Pendragon, the long ago dead widow of Arthur Pendragon, king of Camelot, whom he's been making out with seconds ago. And then everything goes downhill coz Gwen sees her husband and Arthur is so shocked to see her again and then they are hugging and smiling and kissing and glowing with happiness and then there's Merlin, with tears in his eyes as he sees them reunite again. As he sees Arthur reunited with his true love. And when the king finally takes a moment to process everything that is happening while having Guinevere laughing crying in his arms, his eyes find Merlin, his Merlin, the one he had in his arms minutes ago and everything comes crashing. Reality hits him so hard he can't even breathe for a second. Because he was happy with Merlin and even though he hadn't yet admitted it out loud, he knew, deep in his soul, that he was in love with him, but then Guinevere is back! His beautiful, amazing, sweet and wonderful queen who he loves with all his heart is back from the death and how is that even possible???

Phew! A fic full of drama and angst and hurt/comfort and tough decisions that Arthur will have to make eventually because he loves them both, but he only can have one and that is breaking him apart because he is a righteous man at heart and he knows that as a married man, his choice should be clear as water, but his soul is screaming at him because it wants something else, someone else, and he doesn't know what to do as he knows whatever he decides, one of the two people he loves the most in his life will end up brokenhearted. But life is unfair and cruel to everyone. Even to legendary kings.

So.

Can someone please write it?

For me???

Pretty please???

[asteria7fics]

Waiting for my betas to read my next fic like

[kuroosdarling]

writing needy!kuroo … send help

[saltedsolenoid]

oh the horrors of being an artist with broken hands

[berryhatfingers]

Neil doesn’t look at Jean with pity, but he’s so caring. What he say right at the end when Jean is getting out of the car? His swapping to French and cutting Jeremy from the conversation when he first sees Jean is injured? His clenching the wheel but keeping his voice non-aggressive? His telling Jean to do what makes him feel safe while saying the danger is being taken care of? Telling him he doesn’t have to be alone and that he can have friends and a lover?

Jean’s promised partner. Neil’s fierce protectiveness. Forever tied to each other, forever bonded.

No because Neil is so gentle with Jean I'm gONNA BE SICK

[sqoa]

"no, baby, we're going to be late."

sex addict!satoru frowns at your words: he looks like a kicked puppy, denied love from his other half. how will he go on in such a state? achingly hard behind the steering wheel despite having drained his balls into you over the hood of his car before leaving for some important meeting.

you're already late, thanks to the second orgasm satoru insisted on pulling out of you. you made a mess of his car, and you worry you're messing the leather seats, what with the heinous amount of his cum leaking out of you. you glance over to satoru's pocket, where a little bit of lace hangs out: he had pocketed your panties despite your whining protests.

and he had made you cum a third time on his fingers as he drove with one hand.

"please," he whines, "i don't even need to cum, baby, just wanna taste you." he's leaning over to kiss your lips, get you hooked on his taste. he's such a liar, you know he'll fuck you dumb with his tongue until you're begging for his cock, too.

"no, satoru."

"i'll.... i'll do that thing you like! with my fingers, you know?" he waves his fingers at you.

"....no."

"babyyy," he whines, and then, as if he's gotten an idea, his face lights up. "i'll let you edge me for a week."

oh. he's good. the image that springs into your head at his words, of him desperate and begging for seven whole days of denial, causes you to squeeze your thighs together. you can't help but think of all the different ways you could tease him, pull the poor boy desperate. he can barely last an hour without draining himself inside of you: a week will ruin him.

"deal."

edging week fic soon :p