#This is just an idea idk if I'll actually write it
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Because the Brain rot truely never stops
I had an idea for a medieval AU with Prince Bradley but Max is a person that was cursed into being a dragon after he and his dad had gotten up to some shenanigans with a local witch.
He can take on a smaller form where he looks like a scaly human with fangs and a tail which is easy enough to hide with a cloak and a mask.
He mostly uses his new dragon powers to terrorize shitty monarchs and to steal away princesses who really want to get out of marrying assholes. He arrives at the Uppercrust Kingdom planning to just do the former but accidently witnesses Prince Bradley's mistreatment at the hands of his father and decides "ah fuck it, I guess I'll do a kidnapping too."
Bradley is completely unaware of this plan and Max is entirely unaware that Bradley is an intolerable spoiled brat.
Hilarity ensues.
#maxley#bradley uppercrust iii#max goof#an extremely goofy movie#This is just an idea idk if I'll actually write it#Think Beauty and the Beast if the Beast actually traveled and used his monster form to literally eat the rich#Though Max doesn't eat anyone he say corrupt royals are too fatty#Bradley is mistreated by his father but he's still an asshole so he doesn't exactly want to be saved from his rich lifestyle#But he'll come around#Wow these notes got long sorry
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I'm noticing an uptick in comments complaining that most of the current WIR fandom content is Turbo instead of the other characters and, like... you guys know you can search other characters by their specific tags, right??? Or exclude Turbo from search results by temporarily blacklisting him in your filtered tags?
Idk, it's just weird to me to be discouraging towards people making fandom content just because it's not the specific content you want to see, like, it's ok to want to see other content, but complaining about how other people aren't catering to your tastes enough instead of just making the content you want to see yourself is kinda bad vibes, y'know?? (And that's not to say that I think those comments are intended out of malice of course, I really don't think they are, I just wanted to point out that it can come off as a little entitled, as well as discouraging towards people who just want to draw Turbo, which is something that should be fine if that's what they want to do. Fandom should be fun for everybody, and there's lots of tools available to curate your experience with it!)
#Wreck It Ralph#It also doesn't help that there was a solo Fix-It Felix drawing literally right there only a few posts down from one of these posts and-#-it went ignored?? Like people are going to draw more of the characters you want if you actually show appreciation towards those posts guys#Also this isn't towards any one specific person it's a complaint I've seen like four times in the past few days and I'm like ???guys???#Like heck the entire reason I started writing a Candybug fic was because I couldn't find any SFW fics with him as a Cy-bug#So I was like âOh ok then I guess I'll just do it myselfâ lol#And then there's that person who was like âI want more Ralph+Vanny contentâ and then drew an AWESOME VANELLOPE LIKE??#This is something I also noticed a while back with people making passive-aggressive posts about artists that don't draw Turbo chubby#Like it's ok to not vibe with that but what do you gain from making people feel bad about how they do things y'know?#Be the change you want to see in the world!! Create art for the other characters you like!!!#The one thing we all have in common is our ability to create! So if you can't find the kind of things you want to see from others then-#-try making it yourself! It's lots of fun and then you can also provide more art for other people who might be looking for what you were!#Idk maybe I'm just overthinking things I have no idea lol#I just feel like risking discouraging or making people feel bad about just creating Turbo stuff isn't the way to go about it
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i wanna write horror or stories with almost horror like themes or scifi themes about being trans not particularly because being trans is something horrible and terrifying but bc there's something to me about the ideas of stuff like being trapped within ones self, about experimenting and making things beyond human comprehension, about tearing apart a human, about sometimes tearing apart something that others have deemed 'beautiful' (even if you have not), about looking into a void, about coming out of something changed to your very core that resonates with me on a deep level as a trans person and to me reflects on my own thoughts and experiences whilst I was figuring out my identity
#trans#transgender#genderfuck#nonbinary#enby#genderqueer#weird gender (?)#i like to write#i also rlly would love to get to a point where I could learn to make short films or smth but idk if i'll ever rlly get there#like i of course dont wanna make any negative stereotypes#but this is how I portray myself#I think that that's why I love ISTTVG#its the first piece of trans media i've ever seen that was horror and very obviously trans#its also why i wanna finish reading hell followed with us#im also not sure if godly heathens is actually horror - but i like the idea of leaning into the whole 'monster' thing#but that's just me#some ppl aren't into that. and that's okay
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Was going through my notes when I stumbled upon a snippet from a larger story. A Batfam x DCMK crossover, to put it plainly. The main jist is Conan, Saguru, Heiji, Haibara, and Kaito end up in the DC world because of gem shenanigans. And then somehow, the first four end up in the good graces of the Batfam. Kaito avoids them like the plague, and as far as the detectives (and Haibara) know, they don't know if he followed them to this world or not. Here's one of those proposed ideas of how they find out about KID's presence.
Further background: Tim Drake (as Robin) has had at least one run-in with a strange guy. I wrote this around the time of just getting into DC lore, so forgive some of the wording. This was also last updated in October 2022.
 âWhat do you have there?â
 Tim jumped at the small voice, swiveling his chair around to look at the little girl by his chair. She was staring at his monitor with a bored expression, though her blue eyes seemed to sparkle with something else. Curiosity, maybe, but Tim was too tired to properly guess.
 The teenager leaned back into the back of his seat, rubbing the sting from his eyes. Heâd been twenty minutes without coffee and the effects were already getting to his nerves, âSome guy I met on patrol.â
 âTrying to find leads?â The little girl hummed, tilting her head back to view the bright screen better. âAt least youâre being smart about it.â
 âHey, Iââ Tim blinked, âWhat do you mean by that?â
 Haibara glanced up, surprise finally alight in her features, âYou are reviewing footage. Had it been Kudo-kun, he would be breaking into homes and licking foreign objects.â
 Tim had no answer. He was already thrown off by the implications that he was doing something rational, which was not a word typically used to describe him nor his habits. He was the âweirdâ one by his familyâs standards and had never once had himself compared to being normal about anything. Though he wasnât sure the word described him, he wasnât going to ruin it by admitting that he and Kudo shared a lot of things, actually.
 âHave you any leads?â Haibara asked, and Tim realized only then that she had dragged another one of the chairs to the desk. âSuspects?â
 âIâ No,â Tim shook his head. âJust that heâs hard to trace, apparently. Impressive, really.â
 âHow do you mean?â Haibara linked her fingers together.
 Tim waved his hand as he rewound the footage for the 53rd time, âI canât find where he went; let alone where he came from. My only guess is heâs disguising himself, so maybe some sort of shape shifterâŠâ
 Tim waited, expecting another question from the little girl, but she kept quiet. Her eyes were locked onto the playing video, following every movement of the man Tim had met. The man performed that trick with the cards, throw an eight of hearts and ace of spades at the two men who had been firing at them. The force at which each card had been thrown managed to knock the men off their balance while still being capable of embedding into the wall behind. Tim stared down at his notes, contemplating whether super strength was qualified to be added.
 âI was wondering where he might be.â
 Tim snapped his head to Haibara, whose expression had lifted into something amusement. Tim stared at the video then at her, âYou know this guy?â
 âWho said anything about knowing?â Haibara asked with a coy smile. âI cannot say I know him, but I certainly know of him. Kudo-kun and Hakuba-kun, on the other hand, have had enough experience that I would reason theyâre in a committed relationship by now.â
 âKudo and Hakuba?â Tim mouthed.
 âFor both of our sakes, I would recommend you not tell them of this,â Haibara explained, inching towards the edge of her seat. âWhen it comes to him, the detective will do anything to have one of their confrontations.â
 Timâs eyes narrowed, âWhy is that? Who is he?â
 Haibara placed her elbows on her knees, creating a rest for her chin to set upon, âYou have heard his name before. He is a criminal of many faces, a thief who steals his prizes only to return them to their rightful owners. The magician dressed in white to perform his tricks for his faithful audience. The one thief those detectives have never bested.â
 Haibara lifted her gaze towards Tim, her blue eyes sparkling with humor, âHe is the internationally wanted thief, Kaitou 1412. Better known by his name KID.â
 âKID,â Tim mouthed, then with louder ferocity, âThat was Kaitou KID?!?â  Haibara closed her eyes, âBingo.â
#dcmk#batman#haibara ai#tim drake#kuroba kaito#kaitou kid#Idk if i'll ever continue this idea#I want to but also I have so many other projects#Plus I never could settle on how Kaito ends up with the group. Just that Bruce had the adoption papers ready#Let's face it. Kuroba Kaito checks all the boxes to be a Batfam memberâ#Save for the white. That's the only thing holding him back#Anyways. Just wanted to share because I actually really like the dialogue UwU#my writing#rough drafts#dc x dcmk
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LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD || HACKEARNEY + ALTERNATE UNIVERSES [1/?]
A girl walks into the woods, and a wolf walks out.
The village has a tradition: a girl is chosen as a sacrifice to the Wolf. The Huntsman leads the Chosen into the woods and keeps vigil at the entrance.Â
The girl does not come back. The Wolf stays away.
This is how it has always beenâuntil now.
#hackearney#travis hackett#laura kearney#the quarry#travis x laura#hackearney AU gifseries#a concept series for AUs i may never write lmao#idk how many i'll actually make since i'm fairly limited with what i can use for travis lol#but i have a very tentative idea for a historical one at least#at some point#anyway you can interpret the gifs and the caption however you wish but it was inspired partly by for the wolf by hannah whitten#and obviously diverges quite a bit from the original fairytale but i think you can spin it multiple ways#i've always loved the idea of red as both the girl and the wolf; and wanted to keep laura's wolf transformation in#(which she does! in that music video! but the makeup was a lil too cheesy lol but i actually loved that video lmao)#this started out as a ~no plot just vibes~ thing but then i went on a little mini worldbuilding spiral for this#maybe i'll make a post about it. maybe i'll write it at some point?? who knows#which. these tags are already too long so i won't get into it lmao but! sources!#1&2: mariah scary and the ghoulish cauldrons 'werewolf valentine' MV#4: red riding hood (2011)#sorry the quality is not great on these gifs i did my best#sometimes i make things#wait sorry 3: the trailer for red light bc i couldnât think of another gif to use for him lol
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there r a lot of things about the myth of psyche and eros that makes me a little insane but one of them has always been the tasks from aphrodite and the unfairness of it. they're not intended to be possible. they're so obviously not meant to be possible, and psyche isn't fucking hercules, you know, she's not a demigod or whatever, she's mortal and these aren't mortal tasks!! it's why psyche has to be helped with each one, fucking by like ants and river gods and shit. and so like. idk. i know ppl see psyche and eros as like a story about love and shit which obviously it is but as a kid psyche and eros always felt like a story about being able to accept help
#in my theoretical adaptation of psyche and eros i'll never write i emphasize this theme#by changing psyche from a princess and youngest daughter to a poorer girl and eldest daughter who is very like. sophie hatter esque#also tbh when i first started thinking about my theoretical adaptation of psyche and eros i was reading hmc LMAO#also also ALSO. as a kid i always felt like the story was soooo deeply about regret and atonement and forgiveness#like YES the story is about love but not about easy love. love is difficult and requires work and sometimes u hurt each other !!!!!#it always struck me as a kid how psyche just. accepts the tasks.#i always read it as like. psyche KNOWS these tasks are unfair and i dont even think she expects to achieve them#but she accepts them anyways because she so deeply regrets what she did to eros and has no idea what else she can do.#am i verbalizing this well or have the worms eating my brain reached an irreversible point#also tbf im pretty sure the version i read as a kid didnt include the multiple times psyche tries to kill herself LMAO.#but we're ignoring that because i love the idea that shes just. so aimless and resigned to the tasks#ALSO on eros' side of things#i dont have like proper analysis about it but as a kid i saw eros hiding his face as like. fear?#like. fear that the person he loves will think he's a monster if he reveals his true self. or somethin. which also. i think is very queer#also very beauty and the beast. for obvious reasons since it was based on psyche and eros lmao#oh also. i already mentioned it but psyche and hercules r so similar.#did something unforgivable to a loved one --> given multiple impossible tasks to atone for it etc etc#i dont have any real analysis abt it i dont remember a lot abt hercules tbh but. yah#ALSO. okay i think retellings of hades and persephone where theyre totally in love and stuff r kinda tired.#BUT. in the theoretical adaptation i always imagined a scene where psyche does the last task where she goes to the underworld#and shes tired shes soso tired#and she goes to persephone and persephone is gentle and motherly which aphrodite has Not been to psyche#and i think if persephone is unkidnapped and truly in love w hades#then i think there could be a fun parallel between persephone and psyche in which like. theyre both in love w ppl#who are seen as monsters. and shit. or whatever#anyways. idk what made me think abt this again. ACTUALLY i do know i might write a twine for the neotwiny game jam#and it might be inspired by psyche and eros#anyways. lmao#jc.txt
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hm. struck all of a sudden with the urge to write a candlenights fic. i donât think i really have the time for that but its. really strong.
#tidings of comfort and joy.... love the wording of that idk idk#like the sense of warm togetherness and well wishes in the face of implied difficult times#idk i kinda struggle w christmas themed stuff. its a holiday that has parts that i really love participating in#but it just has soooo much baggage both religiously and culturally both parts of which i'm not at all interested in participating in#but the imagery of the warm holiday of. comfort and joy. in the wintertime is certainly compelling#and in america that holiday is assumed to be christmas kinda whether you like it or not#but i dont really want to carry over that baggage into 1. a hobby of mine and 2. a fictional world it doesnt really belong in#like i dont want to write a âcandlenightsâ fic (but its actually just christmas). no hate to people who do but thats not what im going for#idk maybe i will write a candlenights fic and lean hard into the sort of yuletide angle#just a very simple idea of 'winter solstice type holiday during the coldest time of year where people come together to be warm together' yk#maybe i'll just like. avoid christmas-y traditions and make up other stuff thats in theme with winter holiday. like candles and shit#since like the concept of a winter holiday does not belong to christmas#mine#but sighhh as so often happens i have a Vibe and a Theme i'd like to write about but no concrete plot or events to actually convey it lol
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hello if you thought that this stupid band going on a stupid devastating world-crushing well-deserved hiatus would stop me from writing the terrible tragic miserable galaxy-brain Olli/Allu infidelity AU... lol think again <3
this one is sort of an independent sequel to this ficlet and takes place after The Decisionâą đ€
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When Aleksi got back from the Hilltop Forest cottage, the first thing he did was get out his drum set.Â
It was dusty from having been untouched for months (or for years? Aleksi wasnât sure anymore) and he suffered through multiple coughing fits while assembling it, but at last everything was in place. He spent another moment giving the cymbals a final polishing, a hint of a grin on his lips as he imagined Tommiâs voice scolding him for handling them so carelessly, then he sat on the stool that squeaked from the first touch sinceâ yes, Aleksi still couldnât remember since when exactly. Come to think of it, now that he was seated, alone in his studio, he tried and failed recalling the last time he had had time to just sit.Â
So he sat. He sat, until voices started echoing in his head. They were the voices of his bandmates, of their management team from Century Media. Of Joonas crying silently in the woodshed. Of her saying hi and how was the meeting before Aleksi had rushed to the studio to avoid having to say out loud what they had agreed on at the cottage.Â
Of Olliâs whisper by his ear, ordering him to stay quiet.Â
When the voices got too loud, he started playing.Â
And once he had started, he played for an entire week.Â
He played, until the bang of the drums muted all these voices. He played to mute the suffocating silence behind all that noise. He played until it became almost too dark to see in the studio, with the curtains drawn and the midnight sun covered by a thick veil of clouds, so he lit one of his scented candles and resumed playing. He played and played and played, from breakfast until sunset, skipping dinners and ignoring text messages from upstairs, asking him to please come to bed already, and when he stopped at last, when he could no longer hear a single thought swirling in his head, he was left in silence, his hands aching and trembling, his breathing coming in short puffs.Â
Something wet was spread on his cheeks. Sweat, he decided, and dried them off with the back of his palm.Â
Then he set the drumsticks aside, took out his phone and texted Olli.Â
I miss you already.Â
The second he had sent it, he wanted to unsend it, because fuck if it didnât sound ridiculous and desperate â both of which he was, of course, but he didnât need Olli to know that.Â
(As if Olli didnât already, from the way Aleksi had begged for him to let him cum the last time they had been together.)
It was too late, though, because the second after the regret had hit him, the message was marked âseenâ. Aleksi couldnât pretend to be surprised, because thatâs what he had gotten used to when texting with Olli. Sometimes he felt as if Olli was already typing his reply or calling him when Aleksi had barely lifted his thumb off the âsendâ button. That was why it felt odd to see Olli was viewing his message but not writing back to him or to not feel the phone in his hand vibrate from an incoming call.Â
No matter how hard he stared at the screen, there seemed to be no reaction from Olli. It was such a strange feeling, one that scared him to the depths of his soul.Â
Is this what itâs going to be like from then on? Him in Oulu living his idyllic northern life in his idyllic northern home with her, and me down here in my desolate studio, missing him so much that I want to scream and rip my hair off?Â
Suddenly it was getting too loud again in Aleksiâs head, so he grabbed the drumsticks and was all but ready to bang his longing away, right until heâd feel numb, and not just in his hands. He never got around to it, though; if he had started playing a second earlier, he wouldnât have heard the quiet knock on the door interrupting his intentions.Â
Which was an odd thing to hear in the first place, because no one ever knocked on his door.Â
Joel never knocked, because he always just sent Aleksi a text informing him he had arrived and Aleksi would find him standing awkwardly behind his studio door. Niko never knocked, as he just stormed right in the studio to play Aleksi his new song ideas, not noticing (or caring) what he was interrupting, even if it was Aleksi about to slide his hand down his pants in a delusional daydream about a mutual friend of theirs. Joonas never knocked either; Aleksi usually learnt of his arrival from upstairs where heâd be playing with Rilla before coming down to greet Aleksi.Â
She never knocked, because she never came to the studio. It was the one place that was his, only his in the house, from the walls he had painted himself, to the wobbly Ikea shelves he had assembled alone at two in the morning with a great deal of swearing and maybe even tears â although he wouldnât admit it â to the shabby couch he had gotten from his mother when she had moved houses, to the polaroids that kept him company by his computer when he worked and which could have him travel back in time and space in the blink of an eye, to memories he would be treasuring until the very end of everything.Â
(All of them had Olli as the main character.)Â
And, well, Rilla never knocked, because she was just a little dog with no hands, so Aleksi was baffled as to who would be behind his studio door, at almost midnight on a Tuesday. During the four steps it took him to reach the door, Aleksiâs guesses on who heâd reveal when opening it ranged from an annoyed neighbour complaining about the noise, to the studio ghost his Twitch viewers kept joking about, asking to be let back in after having sneaked out when Aleksi had gone upstairs for some coffee, and somehow all of that seemed to make much more sense than what he did find behind the door.
He had not expected to find a familiar mop of curls and a pair of sad, grey eyes staring straight into his.Â
âHey,â Olli said.Â
âHuh,â Aleksi replied, which was an accurate expression of how he was feeling.Â
âIâm just⊠here are your shorts.â Olli was handing him a bundle of black fabric.Â
âHuh,â Aleksi repeated, still bewildered about the latest turn of events. He looked at the alleged shorts in Olliâs hand, then at Olli, and again at the shorts. âYou⊠did you come from Oulu just to give me these?âÂ
âUhhh. Yeah.â Olli looked almost embarrassed now, his gaze having fallen to the garment he was holding, his chin lowered closer to his chest.Â
âBut⊠Weâre gonna see each other next week. You could have given them to me at Provinssi.âÂ
As if there was something in Olliâs eye, he blinked rapidly while reaching towards Aleksi until he took the shorts from Olliâs hand.Â
âI thought youâd maybe need them before that. Theyâve promised a heatwave after midsummer.âÂ
Aleksi felt the worn fabric. It smelled different, of an unfamiliar conditioner. He wanted the garment out of his hands, but he didnât want to seem rude; Olli had travelled all this way, seemingly to just give Aleksi back his stupid shorts, the ones he had seen Olli pack in his backpack (by accident or on purpose, Aleksi could only guess) the morning after they had made love for the last time and had said nothing of it (out of courtesy or on some twisted, selfish whim of his mind, Aleksi wasnât sure).Â
âWell. Thanks,â he said, and tried his best to sound grateful. Perhaps, if Olli had stolen a piece of his heart and taken it to Oulu with him, it was only fair that he at least returned his shorts.Â
âWell,â Olliâs eyes wandered somewhere past Aleksi, now that he no longer had anything his hands to fix his eyes on, âguess Iâll get back, then.âÂ
âNo,â Aleksi heard himself say, way before his useless brain could follow. âDonât go.âÂ
Aleksi searched for Olliâs gaze, but when he finally found it, he regretted it immediately, for Olliâs eyes had welled with tears and his bottom lip was quivering.Â
âDonât go,â Aleksi echoed himself. By then he was prepared to repeat it over and over, would have gotten on his knees if that was what it would have taken to make Olli stay, now that he was there in front of him again, for him to touch and hold if Olli only would let him.Â
Like he had, so many times before.Â
Even though he maybe shouldnât have, for both their sake.
(Aleksi was terrified he might not, ever again.)Â
Olli stepped inside, the tips of their shoes touching. The sorrow in Olliâs eyes was going to drown Aleksi if he kept staring into it for too long, yet he couldnât force himself to look anywhere else except into the depths of grey and blue.Â
How could he ever? Whenever he looked into Olliâs eyes, he felt loved like he had never before. He felt safe, even when the world around him was changing and scared him to the bone.Â
âI miss you already too,â Olli whispered. His voice was just as full of melancholy as his eyes. âEvery day. Every second.âÂ
That was the reply Aleksi had been left hanging without just a moment earlier. That was the reassurance Aleksi needed to toss the shorts in his hands aside and pull Olli in, their hips and chests and lips crashing together.Â
The heaviness inside Aleksi, the one he had tried to suffocate, gave room to hunger and yearning, to lust and urgency as they stumbled towards the couch, tangled in each other like vines. Olli let out small, soft whines with every kiss, as if he was in pain, and perhaps he was, although Aleksi hoped it was the kind of pain he himself was experiencing: pain of not having Olli close enough even though he was right there, in his arms, skin on bare skin once their shirts had flown off; pain of wanting someone you could not have, or rather, someone you did have but could not keep.Â
He could never keep Olli, not the way he wanted to, not for as long as he needed to. Keeping him forever was out of question, and it was naive to even wish for it, but would even that have been enough? Keeping him for one more night was nothing like forever, but it was more than never at all, was it not?
Maybe one more night was their forever.Â
Olliâs face was sombre, with his eyebrows straight lines and his lips only just parted, when Aleksi took off the rest of his clothes, never taking his eyes off Olli who lay on his back. Their eye contact was broken when Aleksi touched his lips on Olliâs exposed stomach and Olli closed his eyes, sighing out loud his satisfaction. The sighs grew louder the closer Aleksi got to Olliâs cock, so that when he finally took it in between his lips, Olli was full-on moaning â dangerously loud, but Aleksi had no intention to silence him. Olli moaning out of pleasure was the most beautiful sound Aleksi had ever heard, and if he was the cause of it, he would always do his everything to keep Olli going.Â
Olli was perfect under his touch. Olli was perfect inside his mouth. Olli was perfect in all the ways Aleksi could imagine; so perfect and gorgeous and sexy that Aleksi could have come just from sucking him off, just from making Olli feel good, which he had had done, in fact, many times before, but tonight he was feeling a little more selfish. He could have rubbed himself off against the couch cushions while having Olli flood his mouth with his hot cum, but the heaviness that threatened to return to his chest had other ideas.Â
He expected Olli to object when he gave the tip of Olliâs erection one last kiss before sitting up, but the man only looked up at him in silence with hooded, darkened eyes. Without a word exchanged, Olli spread his thighs as Aleksi positioned himself in between them and guided his own throbbing cock to Olliâs rim. Then Aleksi glanced at Olli, to wordlessly ask if he needed preparation, but instead of nodding or showing any hesitation, Olli took Aleksi by the back of his head and brought him in for another kiss.Â
They kissed until Aleksi slid inside Olli, as slowly as he could so as to not hurt him without driving himself crazy with want. They kissed until the throbbing of Aleksiâs cock became unbearable and Olli urged him to do something about it with a roll of his hips, because of course Olli noticed when Aleksi was losing it. They kissed until Aleksi began moving, in and out of Olli, tears rising into both their eyes with every deep thrust. They kissed until Aleksi was fully fucking into Olli, no longer able to hold himself back. They kissed and kissed and kissed, soft and rough at the same time, loving and furious, blissful and heartbroken, until Aleksi felt Olli tighten around him and cry into his mouth, until Aleksi filled Olli with his seed and kept on rocking his hips until he was spent, until there was nothing left of him except what thereâd always be left of him, even when he was too exhausted or fucked up to feel anything else:Â
his love for Olli. His bottomless, hopeless, good-for-nothing love for Olli, which he would soon have nowhere to put, nowhere to waste on, nowhere to keep it safe untilâ
Until what? Until the stars would align and everything keeping them apart from each other would magically disappear with the northern wind? Until Olli would abandon his perfect life in Oulu and run back to him?
It was foolish, Aleksi knew, but it was his only hope. It was all he had left.Â
Besides, is that not exactly what Olli had done tonight? Perhaps it wasnât as foolish after all, Aleksi thought as they lay naked on his studio couch. There was still no room for words, despite Aleksiâs insufferable need to tell Olli how much he needed him and how much he was going to miss him, even if Olli wasnât exactly going anywhere from his life. He wasnât going anywhere, except for his home in Oulu, but somehow, suddenly, Oulu seemed farther than it had ever been.Â
And Aleksi was scared it would only move farther away in time.Â
Slowly, drifting them apart.Â
There was no room for words, but there were two that Aleksi still couldnât keep inside his mouth.Â
âDonât go.âÂ
Olli traced Aleksiâs arm with his fingertips. Aleksi wondered how long it would take for them to touch a bass again after Christmas.Â
Or him, after this night.Â
Still, Aleksi found great comfort in the touch and buried his head against Olliâs neck. The kiss he then felt on his forehead would have been enough of an answer already, but he didnât mind hearing Olliâs words either.Â
âIâm not going anywhere.â
#blind channel rpf#blind channel fanfiction#ollixallu#random tumblr ficlets by theflyingfeeling#wrote this yesterday because i needed to. because writing helps#if you read it i hope it helps you too (even if it's sorta sad) <3#i'm sorry but i just enjoy writing this stuff way too much lol#but yeah i say i needed to write this rn but this time i'm ACTUALLY going to try and write something less sad next!#i already have an idea and there's no way you can predict what it is sgshfhfhdjdjdf (iykyk)#sending my love to all of you btw!!#and especially to all of those who have been with me for these past few days. you know who you are and i love you all so muchđ#probably still going to be avoiding tumblr for a little while and... idk watch hilda furacĂŁo and listen to NHL podcasts sdgshshssdg#but i'll be checking my notes and dms đ«¶
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i'm noticing that when people request things and i write it for them, sometimes the people i write for dont reblog or give me any feedback. ^^ its starting to get a bit irritating when i take the time to write something and i just get a like from the person. the twst fandom has been talking about this since forever but literally the least you can do is reblog. seriously.
#im thinking about not taking requests ever anymore honestly#like i have ideas floating around in my brain#why should i write something for someone else when they dont even appreciate it#i wanted to finish the 1.8k event but i dont even think i'll be able to do that#its a shame the twst community turned out this way#and even just writing in general gahhh#like i love writing but its becoming such a chore#anyways my mutuals can request stuff but im getting fed up#its also been hurting my feelings a bit.#i actually had this happen DURING the 1.8k event too#i wrote stuff for moots and couldnt wait to see their reactions and then they just liked#it felt like a slap in the face#idk man i just want to enjoy things again that would be nice#ikepri and ikevamp fandom here i come i hope ygys are more receptive!!#đ! auburn's rambles <3
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the more i read multi-chaptered fics, especially slow burn ones, the more i feel like i lose faith in my own chaptered fic that i have yet to even start
like i don't mean this in a self-pitying way, i just feel like i don't have enough motivation to write it as well as some of the other slow-burn fics i read. it's not even like i don't like the premise, like i feel as though it could be really good if written well, i just don't have the motivation to even start it
#the thing is that it's not even like i don't have the self-discipline to write long fics bc like#i literally have one i've been working on since january that's almost at 100k words#and another that i've whipped out in just over a month that's about 30k words long now#i love writing long fics and the thing is that i'm really passionate about those two#i just don't want to ever post them#what i need is that kind of dedication for the one i want to write#idk. maybe i should skip a few scenes for now and maybe i'll get more motivation once the actual plot is developing#also this could just be a case of me reading a really good fic + feeling like i could never write anything that evokes such strong feelings#part of me wants to try to come up with another idea for a slow-burn fic but that's honestly so hard#and idk if i'd have more motivation to write that or what
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Persephone's not sure what's going on but she and Pommy are going to figure it out.
#ffxiv#azem#oc: persephone 'azem'#unsundered azem au#idk if I'll actually write it all out but I wanted to see what it was like to play the game from this perspective#I might make a more lengthy post introducing it but the gist is last Persephone knew was before the sundering#now it's after the sundering but she doesn't know about it#she has no idea what happened or why nothing looks familiar and the weird customs in these cities she's found#or more importantly where the convocation is#to stay under the radar to be safe she's going by her real name instead of Azem#you'll notice she also trimmed her hair a little bit#that's mostly because her usual hair clips like mad during gameplay lol#she's an 'arcanist' because creation magics#she saw the arcanists with their carbuncles and made Pomegranate#the other arcanists just figure she's a savant
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ot3 camping is a great scenario (to Me) because from eliotâs perspective itâs the most romantic thing he could possibly be doing (pre or post relationship, doesnât even matter), from parkerâs perspective itâs a Challenge she has to Survive (which is a challenge sheâs up for...for like 10 minutes before sheâs bored) and Hardisonâs like âiâm in hellâ from the word go
#actually sorry camping trip for eliot is only the 2nd most romantic cuz its one step below fishing in the dark#which is Thee Pinnacle of Romance to him and i stand firm on this hill ive chosen to die on#leverage#ot3: hitter hacker thief#parker#alec hardison#eliot spencer#idk why im obsessed with the idea of an ot3 camping trip lol but i am#keep suggesting it as a prompt on the last 2 fic exchanges AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN because no one has seen the Potential in it yet i guess#why dont i just write it? well because I Don't Want To#or rather i do but its at the bottom of my list of things to get to lol
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don't get me wrong i'm actually a huge fan of the way the show handles amber leaving and think it was a satisfying send-off for her character when it was all said and done, but bro, if any character had to be there for the sinner plotline, it's amber fucking millington
amber millington who forced nina and fabian to trust her and let her in, no matter how much they brushed her off and underestimated her? amber millington who can't help herself but constantly cause problems, but is always getting called a genius for solving other ones because people underestimate her? amber, who spent the entire pilot going bonkers jealous? idk all i'm saying is a climactic scene (or entire plotline) of sinner!amber tricking fabian or alfie (or god forbid both) is a HUGE missed opportunity that would suit the tragic themes so well that i'm nauseous
#hoa meta#house of anubis#hoa#god. tempted to write this but i don't think i'll be able to keep myself to just one scene#and i CANNOT turn this into another wip....i simply cannot afford to......#idk i had a weird idea for mid-stage foyf that i could maybe work this into actually. i will let that be super fucking ominous btw
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Was thinking of Varii cause of this song so I decided to doodle him
Also figured if I'm using an Aggrocrab song why not use one of the palettes too
I miss him in some ways alskdjf
[ID: A digital drawing of an eel like creature. He's curled around with his head pointing down. He is glaring and grinning with very sharp teeth. The large fin on his back is fanned out. Electricity in three different colors-yellow, cyan, and magenta-are surrounding him. End ID.]
#rottmnt#rottmnt oc#sibillasart#sibillasocs#bright colors#eyestrain ?#vhhb#he would come back as a villain in one fic idea I have#but that one just seems SO self indulgent to me idk if I'll actually write it#the team up between him Kendra and Big Mama is some wild shit tho
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alright~ a few updates about everything! so this weekend I'll be seeing changkyun in chicago- so I prolly won't be posting until after I'm alive again from that đïżœïżœïżœ (I am vv excited about it- I just know I'll be vv tired when I return home). Anyways, I have a few fics in the works~ one of them that is a request đ€ I'm vv excited to work on them! But I think I'm going to change my masterlist a bit when I come back. I'm going to retire a few groups from the main masterlist and I've been debating for the past year about it... But I think I'm going to add a yearly masterlist- So it would go from most recent to the beginning of this year~
I'm also thinking about changing my pfp- I haven't been really into stray kids for uh... years- But I will be sure to make an update about that if I go thru with that too- (It may be ji changmin next đ«Łđ€)
Anyways those are my few updates đ„°đ
#in general my brain is so muddled outside of talking to my three closest and my mom i'm just... fogged- but god how i want to be#writing rn- i have 4 smuts and 1 fluff in the works (who would have guessed my fluff writer self has moved from not only plain fluff to#angst & smut this year? not me- but i'm happy about it) two are poly aus and the other two are about a certain đ~#kate rambles on from here#altho there is another vv big potential fic~ but i'm only counting ones i have lots of progress on-#and then the masterlist thing i've been thinking about forever- hwvr again i do not know if i'll have the energy bc i might be knocked#on my ass for another month after this trip (i'll be pretty much solely driving for 4 & 1/2 hrs there and another 4 & 1/2 back the next day#but the pfp thing has been on my mind for a while too- again idk when i'll get around to it but jinkoh has given me a vv good#idea esp for winter~ with mr. ji~ so i'm sure to have changed it by december~ (unless the change is too much for me- i haven't changed it#since 2018... so i'm kind of attached to it- even tho i don't even bias him or stan the group anymore...)#anyways this is full of me rambling- i could really go on tbh- bc i'm really trying to get my mind into gear- but these are my updates#let's see if i fulfill em- i'm bound to fill the fic ones- but the other two... yeah- we'll see-#kate rambles#blog updates#should i bring babydoll q & juyo to the concert bc if it wasn't for kyun getting me into dominic fike(and being into tbz during stealer era#i wouldn't have been a tbz ult... (outside of some other factors i haven't really disclosed) bc atp i'm vv close to packing them with me#i mean tbh a tbz pc was going- but now i'm đ«Ł: should i bring them to see the guy from my first ult group that caused the spiral-#that made me get into my newest ult group? (i love this butterfly effect more than i could ever express tbh- even tho i express it often)#anyways if someone actually reads these- i'm bound to bring babydoll q- legally that's my buddy- but juyo?? đ
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my favorite edits - 2023 edition 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9
#ts4#simblr#once again i don't know how to tag this so...#i'm just gonna use the same tags i used last year ig#2023 was apparently the year of the monster boyz#only 3 of these are not mb posts & i'm ok with that actually#ik i've said it a million times already but#i had soooo much fun doing mb stuff this year!#i'm really excited about all the stuff i have planned for the AU tbh#like. i have a list#i'm hoping................... to get the origin stories done at some point.#probably gonna do some writing here soon ish.#i've gotta make all of the side characters still & finish the character page so idk. i'll figure it out. i have a lot of ideas#i really wanna start sharing more about the story & the boys' actual personalities so that's probably what i'll focus on this next year#edit-wise i mean. like doing lore edits & stuff. idk#making cricket's was really fun so i think i'll like making stuff for everyone else too#i just have to not try to do a whole story bc then i'll lose interest. it'll be like the degenerates all over again lmao#idk why i just hate making story posts#lore posts are fine but story posts? mm no. not for me. idk how but they are different in my brain ok#n e way#i rambled. sorry. bye lol
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