#Rai writes

[araived]

Scene from chapter 3 of my fic Don't Read Porn on the Train! (And Other Rules by Sakura).

[maharlika]

emerges from an excruciating mental breakdown just to say: arranged marriage AU between byakuya (a kuchiki) and ichigo (a shiba)

pls imagine:

- a byakuya who is still grieving and is tossed into an ~advantageous arranged marriage due to his family's wishes. he thinks this has to be some kind of punishment for marrying hisana in the first place—to be forced into a loveless partnership with a man he barely knows

- an ichigo who has grown up half in the human world and half in soul society and has...interesting ideas about how things should be

- byakuya is cold and formal and is doing everything that is expected of him and ichigo sees this and sighs and takes him to the living world...there are movies, amusement parks, malls, libraries. museums. botanical gardens. carnivals, beaches. life. there is so much life.

- maybe they kiss about it!!!!

- the rukia thing happens and byakuya is byakuya about it and ichigo gets his ass and now byakuya has to fight and/or kill his husband. GREAT. he's not having a breakdown about it or whatever

okay good night i just love arranged marriage fics and the slow and unexpected melting of kuchiki byakuya's glacial heart 🥲

[raiswanson]

Last Lines Tag

tagged by @writeouswriter! Thanks!

This excerpt is from a short I'm writing for a prompt list this month (if anyone is interested, here it is!), based on a WIP I don't really talk about a lot here. So. Sorry? >.>

Everyone was putting their all into maintaining the atmosphere. Dancers had whirled onstage almost nonstop since daybreak, much to the delight of onlookers. The smell of food flooded the air, hanging heavy around camp in a mouthwatering fog that stirred even full stomachs. Hawker alley hadn’t stopped calling out to visitors to regale them on their products since the first traveler had set foot on the grounds. All around me, camp was alive. Boiling with activity and sights. This was a once-or-twice in a lifetime opportunity to see the tribe in peak form. And I was on babysitting duty.

My tag list remains in shambles, I have no idea who is still active or doing tag games anymore. But I'll pick who I think is still alive-- @lady-redshield-writes @tundra-tiger @incandescent-creativity @ren-c-leyn @jesse-is-inarguably-purple @universalfanfic @inkandkeyboard and @writeouswriter again, if you have more lines you want to share!

[blogfordantreacy]

I was tagged by @kittensittin in the WIP game forever ago and kept meaning to and forgetting to post something!

I am working on one (1) fic, and it’s postcards (iykyk). It’s taking FOREVER and honestly I’m not even sure it’s good anymore but here’s a little bit!

“Dear Ted,

I Googled pictures of Kansas at Christmas, just to visualize what you might see when you look out your window. I imagine you must be so pleased to spend the holiday with your little boy. I’m in Lithuania with my mum, which is just as zany and healing as it sounds. Honestly, when she proposed the trip, I wondered if she had brought you over to surprise me. That’s silly, I know, but this time of year makes me that much more hopeful.

Happy Christmas Ted,

Rebecca”

I’m tagging honestly whoever wants to go bc again I am deeply behind!

[dwhorrai]

At this point I feel like an idiot for still craving you, and wanting you to love me. But I can’t love anyone or be attached to anyone else. It’s like I’m bound to you, and sometimes I wish I wasn’t, so I could at least leave you alone and move on. So I can let you be happy.

[syn4k]

the real reason it takes me so long to write my fics is because i have to render them first which takes a crazy amount of time and processing power. anyone who has ever used 3d modeling or video editing software understands

[mischievous-thunder]

Logan's drunken monologue after realising how hard he's fallen for Wade and there's no way but to surrender and let the power of love guide him

[penceykills]

My Chemical Romance live @ Saint Andrews Hall, Michigan // June 18, 2004

[chloelovesu]

[shouyuus]

sry sry blame @vifilms for showing me a pic of vi's back and now i can't stop thinking about just... lying behind her, or even sitting over top of her waist, tracing your fingers gently over the shape of her back tattoo as she lies on her stomach, her cheek pillowed over her crossed hands.

"these are beautiful..." you say.

she chuckles, "i guess they are but... i didn't feel beautiful when i got them."

you run your index finger along the light curls of powder blue smoke.

"doesn't make them any less so."

she laughs again, shifting slightly beneath you, letting her eyes fall shut. and as you run your fingers down each of the designs, she begins to talk --

"i had two brothers once, too -- i dunno if i ever told you that."

you shake your head, before realizing that she can't see.

"no, you haven't. i thought powder -- jinx -- was your only sibling."

vi hums, "yeah, we had the same mom and dad but mylo and claggor... they were family too."

your eyes drop to the pair of twin keys notched at the base of her spine, the teeth carved into the shapes -- m and c. you touch them gently and she shivers.

"down in the lanes... family just means the people you watch out for, and the people who watch out for you."

you laugh, walking the tips of your fingers up the length of her spine, tracing the dark cogs that turn against her skin.

"i think that's how family works everywhere, vi. you're born with one... and as you grow up... you can choose another one."

her eye peaks open as she glances at you over her shoulder, her gaze impossibly soft.

"yeah... guess so..." she shifts slightly beneath you as you trace up to the swirls of blue smoke twisting over her shoulders.

"and i'm guessing these are for..."

"jinx," vi answers, her voice faraway, "or i guess... she was still powder to me then."

you draw your fingers along the bends and curves of smoke, before you trace over each of the dark mechanical lines running over her shoulders and down the backs of her arms.

"and... these?"

vi sighs, "those were... reminders, i guess. when i was -- in stillwater... there's only so much you can do to keep yourself sane in there. and... i guess i just wanted a way to prove to myself that i could still... feel something. and..." a small laugh escapes her, "i thought that if i could ink these metal cogs and spires on my skin that maybe... somehow, i could be stronger, harder, less..."

her voice is bone-porcelain thin.

you lean down to press your lips to the nape of her neck.

"breakable?" you offer.

she puffs out a breath.

"stupid, isn't it?"

you kiss down the slopes of her shoulder, ghosting fingers behind the warmth of your lips. you shake your head so she feels you against her.

"not at all."

"and... powder always seemed to love her mechanical toys so much that i thought... well --" her voice shudders for half a second before it breaks, and she clears her throat, turning to bury her face in her arms, sighing into the soft linens of the bed below.

"that maybe... if you made yourself a bit more like them..." you say, pressing your cheek to her bare skin, "that... she might love you like she used to?"

vi makes a sound somewhere between a hiccup and a sigh. she doesn't turn, but her shoulders shrug up ever so slightly as she answers --

"or... forgive me... just a little."

you hum against her skin.

"will it help if i told you that it's not your fault?"

that makes her laugh, and she shifts just enough to peer up at you from beneath her dark lashes.

"it took me a while to get there, but i... i think i've forgiven myself for it... most of it, at least."

you feel her tap your thigh, and you lift up just enough for her to twist around. you grin as she settles you over her hips again, running warm palms along your legs, up to the bend of your waist, a loped grin slung lazily across her lips.

"good," you say, leaning down for a brief kiss. she groans against you, biting down on your lower lip. "anything i can do to help with the rest?" you ask, pulling away just far enough for her to dig her fingertips into the plush of your hips.

vi's eyes flicker, and her smile goes snake-bitten and sweet before she rucks you down over her hips and a gasp stitches out of you.

"sure... i think i've got a few... ideas."

[pastart]

Man Ray (1935)

[araived]

Ocean Eyes (Strike Me Down) by Araived

“I don’t actually follow a ton of cosplayers, but yours is super high quality, so I’d totally love to see your other work—"

There’s an audible cracking noise as the crack in your screen protector grows by at least two inches.

Your eyes widen. “My phone!” You yelp in alarm.

“…you think I’m a cosplayer.”

–

Or, a reincarnee victim has long since come to terms with being reborn into the past. And then they encounter Gojo Satoru.

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TAGS: Jujutsu Kaisen, Gojo Satoru & Reader, Gojo Satoru/Reader, Gojo Satoru, Reader, Ambiguous Slash, Really it's just Gojo being Gojo, Reincarnation, Reader-Insert, Reader thought this was normal reincarnation, Truly unfortunate that it was actually isekai, POV Second Person, Second-Hand Embarrassment, Maybe you'll be okay but I died while writing this, rip reader

Read on ao3!

[maharlika]

mind plagued by thoughts of byaren sugar baby AU

renji has been secretly hooking up with his best friend's ridiculously hot and rich older brother for about six months now

byakuya is so casual with money that it makes renji want to throw up a bit, but aside from that the sex is incredible and the allowance byakuya sends him every month goes straight into a time deposit and makes him feel a lot less worried about dying via starvation or avoidable medical issues

it's good. it's great, even. the sex is mindblowing

so what if renji wants for a bit of aftercare? so what if he's starting to feel like a whore - for fuck's sake, he's even getting paid like one

he's an aspirational guy, renji. sometimes the aspiration is making his boyfriend (??) - benefactor (????) - byakuya - come three times in a row and get that glazed look in his eyes that says his brain has finally shut up

sometimes - and here's the rub - the aspiration is to be able to hold byakuya's hand in public

some things are way too out of reach for a guy like renji, he knows this. still - it doesn't hurt to dream

(plot twist: byakuya fully thinks that he and renji are boyfriends and he bought a ridiculously expensive engagement ring 3 months into this endeavor) (he keeps it in his office desk and opens the box whenever he feels like he wants to abandon his family and the company and move to a secluded island. with renji, of course. always with renji, these days)

[raiswanson]

another Burning One excerpt~

Hey! Been a hot (ba dum tss) minute! Still working on the WIP but haven't had many pieces I've thought were suitable for a tumblr post. Still going strong though! Sitting pretty with 23k words in the writing file right now ;D

Anyway, I picked out a little snippet for you all! Enjoy!

Previous excerpt [here]

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One evening a whole group arrived, led by a well-dressed man with sharp, quick eyes. The tone of the roost shifted as he lined his fellows—sad, scruffy people full of more exhaustion than life—up behind him and ascended the platform with a confident swagger. Without even awaiting a greeting or invitation to speak, he puffed up his chest and launched into his speech.

“Burning One, I’ve traveled far to reach your home. I trust you will not let me down as the forest beast who dared not even showed its face did,” he sneered, and I stared open-mouthed at his brashness. “I desire the greatness that you have granted others. I too wish to be able to take and do what I want. If the vermin I’ve seen on the way here were worthy, surely I am even more so. A man, an upstart, in the city thinks himself deserving of competing with my business. He will fail, of course, but I would expedite matters with a flame none dare challenge.”

A breeze stirred the roost as he paused, and I watched the curtain with unease. The Burning One didn’t respond. Didn’t even move. What was He waiting for?

Finally, His voice rolled through the roost, low and thoughtful. “You wish for a flame deserving of one such as yourself?” He asked, and my jaw lowered even further. He intended to hear the man out? Or was He as taken aback as I?

The man scoffed and buffed his nails against the fine trim of his coat, waving his other hand dismissively. “Of course. I expect only your finest, naturally,” he sniffed, then met the Burning One’s amber gaze with staggering confidence. “I pledge my life and wealth in exchange, as those cretins before me have. I’m certain that alone earns me power the hills have never seen, but I am a businessman after all. I offer my staff to you as well to sweeten the deal. They’re tragically meek and pious, but perhaps they can tidy your nest, or...whatever it is you need doing around here. Or eat them. I don’t care.”

The Burning One’s eyes glowed behind the curtain for several lungs of breath. He watched the man in silence, thoughts unknowable, until the man began to tap his foot in irritation.

[blogfordantreacy]

Ao3 Stats Meme

Thank youuu for tagging me, @kittensittin!

rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, most kudos, most comments, most bookmarks, most words, and fewest words.

most hits: baby we can both get lost - 2,120 hits

most kudos: love you when my soul is good (i could be your darling) - 160 kudos

most comments: cold water - 34 comment threads

most bookmarks: love you when my soul is good - 25 total bookmarks

most words: cold water - 12,490 words, 3 chapters (in progress)

fewest words: the other ten - 297 words

Tagging: @thesumdancekid @chainofclovers @fandomfrolics and anyone else who’d like to share (absolutely no pressure)

[dwhorrai]

I want to be inside you. Not in a sexual way, but literally. I want to cut from between your collarbones down to your naval. Peeling apart your skin and muscle. Opening you up and seeing the real, raw, you. I want to hide away inside of you, away from the outside world and the horrible things around us. I’ll stay close to your heart, holding it tight to tell you “I love you.”