#Wednesday 27

[jtl-fics]

idk if you’re still doing this but Pretty Boy??? Plsplspls

1/15/25 WIP Wednesday (CLOSED) | Pretty Boy

“I should…have been more clear when we talked about this earlier and agreed to talking during this. I liked all of the talk about how I felt, what you were going to do, what you wanted to do, and what you were going to do. I…don’t want you to degrade me when we’re together like that.” He watches as Neil wraps his arms around his middle as if to try and comfort himself.

Andrew feels like Neil has just said something in a completely new foreign language.

“Neil, what did I say that you took as me degrading you?” Andrew asks because he can’t think of a single degrading comment he’s made when they got started. 

[cypherdecypher]

Animal of the Day!

Rock Ptarmigan (Lagopus muta)

(Photo by Cameron Eckert)

Conservation Status- Least Concern

Habitat- Greenland; Iceland; Northern North North America; Northern Asia

Size (Weight/Length)- 600 g; 35 cm; 60 cm wingspan

Diet- Leaves; Flowers; Berries; Seeds; Plant buds

Cool Facts- The rock ptarmigan is one of the only birds to have the ability to change color. These grouse are brown in summer and slowly switch to white over a period of several weeks once snow begins to fall. Instead of migrating south when temperatures drop, rock ptarmigan shelter down and brave the storm. Unable to store large amounts of fat like other overwintering birds, rock ptarmigan are forced to constantly eat to stay warm. Males sport bright red eye combs that are used to gain mates. The brighter the color, the healthier the rock ptarmigan, and the more likely he is to pass on his genes.

Rating- 11/10 (I still have no idea how to pronounce their name.)

[bitesizedpoetry]

Sylvia Plath, aged 22, in a letter to Gordon Lameyer (dated Wednesday, 27 October 1954)

[stabbyfoxandrew]

hello and happy Wednesday!! I'd like either demon or mer Neil pls!!

WIP Wednesday (11/27) | Mer Roadtrip AU (Part 96)

After a couple hours of Andrew's terrible directions and terrible music taste, Neil is relieved when the other boy announces they're nearing the Las Vegas exit. Neil reaches over to turn the radio down so he can focus and surprisingly, Andrew doesn't immediately crank it back up. He'd been doing that all afternoon. Usually when Neil was least suspecting it. It was like he thought it would be fun to make Neil crash the car and kill them both in a fiery explosion.

Luckily, Neil's not easily spooked. Well not by a radio anyway.

"So... After you get your new identity made, are we getting a room here tonight?" Andrew asks as Neil crosses a couple lanes to take the exit into Vegas. Neil drums his fingers on the top of the steering wheel and follows a van onto the exit ramp, his tongue peeking out of his mouth as he considers it. Finally, he clears his throat.

"No. I wanna be out of Nevada by nightfall," He says decisively. He needs to put some distance between them and Lola. "We'll stop in, uh, Utah."

"What's in Utah?"

"Nothing," Neil answers. "That's why we'll stop there. Then tomorrow, we'll get up and get going. We need to get to Colorado."

"Why?"

"I have some money stashed there. Or rather, my mom did." Neil says, avoiding Andrew's gaze. He coughs. "Either way, we can’t really afford to stop for long. So—”

"You didn't look like a shark to me."

"I—" Neil blinks and glances at Andrew. "What?"

"Sharks have to keep moving. If they're stationary for too long, they die. You are acting like a shark when you're a..." Andrew gives him a long look and waves a hand in the air. "Reddish-orange tropical something or other."

Neil's stomach clenches. "Don't call me that."

"What? Tropical?"

"Yes." Neil says through gritted teeth, the memory of Lola's harsh laugh invading his memory. He uses a hand to rub his wrist, as if that alone could erase the feeling of her nails digging into his skin.

"Fine." Andrew accepts with no argument. "But you're not a shark. There are no reddish-orange sharks."

"Not a shark." Neil confirms. "But we have to keep moving, because Lola's got a nose like one."

"I don't think I like this woman very much." Andrew says. "She has claws, a nose like a shark. What else, Neil? Has she got fangs and slitted pupils too?"

"Not sure, I try not to look at her face." Neil mutters. Then his gaze flicks down to the dashboard beyond the steering wheel and his heart leaps from his chest when he sees the needle on the gas gauge drooping to the left a bit. He swings into the closest, overcrowded gas station and pulls up to the pumps.

[nightfall-kachiniko]

Armin is such a girl dad. He’d love brushing and styling his daughters hair and would choose the cutest outfits. He’s the type to not care that he’s missing work to go to the father daughter dance or their dance concert or mini graduation. I’m all for girl dad Armin. ༯

[clogginbloggingoggin]

happiest of walton wednesdays this thanksgiving week for anyone in the states!!

the shield cast photos!!

[zyrafowe-sny]

November 27th WIP Wednesday Game Community Answered Asks: Wanksgiving

Lines are going under a cut since many are NSFW and overindulge in music puns/word play (Raine was head of the bard coven). Will stay anon on AO3 until December 5th.

@spindoctor3875

Raine's always performed best for an audience of one. Eda, specifically. And they're ready to show her — once again — just how clever their tongue and mouth and fingers can be. (Though they're not expecting chords and arpeggios to come out of this particular instrument — there's some chance of a trill, but moans and keens are a little more likely.)

@kalira

Raine gently nuzzles Eda's legs apart. A shy hand threads through their (greying) hair as Raine's fingers twist around flaming curls. Eyes closed, they breathe her in. Hungrily, Raine presses a kiss to a (trembling) inner thigh before lips meet lips.

@quietly-sleeping

There are benefits to having a musician as a lover. Raine's tongue starts soft, piano — enough to tease, excite. (Forceful comes later.) A skilled finger enters into play, strumming her just so even as Raine takes advantage of their lung capacity and doesn't pause to breathe.

@whimsicalmeerkat Hah! This is just a little trio of smubbles — I wound up with a drabble sequence of 28 100 word drabbles and smubbles for Dragontines back in February. (Last Wanksgiving was my first ever foray into writing smut and they got me because of the drabble format.)

(When Raine eventually rests and tastes a (now wet) finger, Eda's heart responds by increasing the tempo.) As the crescendo builds to its climax, Eda's voice joins the song as a counter-melody. And then she shudders — a struck gong that continues to vibrate. Raine eases her through the diminuendo, and finally she stills. "Encore?"

[jtl-fics]

Happy (early) thanksgiving ash!! I hope you have a good week and holiday :)

Might I request some TBD <333

11/27/24 WIP Wednesday (Closed) | TBD AU

Neil interrupted his thoughts about his nieces before he could really deal with his strained relationship with their mother and father. “I told him that…that if he really cares about you that he’d let you have a clean break. Away from the Moriyamas.” Neil explains in Russian. 

Ophellia vacates the living room, running off with a giggle. 

Kevin calls again. 

Andrew takes it. “Kevin,” he says as if he hadn’t ignored the previous two calls. 

“Andrew, your brother and boyfriend are assholes.” Kevin starts off before letting out a huge puff of nervous air, “and so am I. I just-“

“Kevin,” Andrew can hear Kevin tense, “take a breath.”

[cypherdecypher]

Animal of the Day!

La Gomera Giant Lizard (Gallotia bravoana)

(Photo by Christoph Moning)

Conservation Status- Critically Endangered

Habitat- La Gomera Island

Size (Weight/Length)- 50 cm

Diet- Leaves; Grasses; Fruits; Insect larvae

Cool Facts- The La Gomera giant lizard only lives on its namesake island in the Canary Islands. These large reptiles were only known by skeletal remains by 1985. On another trip, a total of six adults were found to remain in 1999. La Gomera Island originally lacked any land predators, the majority of the native residents being lizards, birds, and a single species of bat. Unfortunately, Europeans arriving in the 1200’s resulted in feral cats and rats infesting the island and driving the La Gomera giant lizard to near extinction. Multiple individuals have since been removed from the island and placed into a captive breeding program, resulting in 90 wild lizards and 45 captive ones.

Rating- 12/10 (Herbivorous, massive lizard.)

[bitesizedpoetry]

Sylvia Plath, aged 22, in a letter to Gordon Lameyer (dated Wednesday, 27 October 1954)

[durgetrashbrainrot]

wip wednesday

I don't normally do these, but I have 27 pages of this stupid fic written, and I don't know if it's ever going to see the light of day. Maybe posting snippets will supply the motivation I need to actually finish it??

who knows.

Anyway, it's a purely self-indulgent fic about a post-tadpole Igarak getting to know Gortash again.

Meaning, of course, they fuck.

There's no actual smut in this part, but if I keep up posting snippets, boy will there be later.

"Prove it to me," he demanded.

Gortash's eyes narrowed, a question within them.

"Prove to me that what you say is true." His hand slid from Gortash's chest to his throat, exerting enough pressure to feel the man swallow against him. "Prove how much you adore me."

A smirk returned to Gortash's lips, his eyes alight with anticipation. "And how would you have me achieve that?"

Igarak fell quiet for a moment. He didn't know the details of their dynamic from before, but he seemed to have fallen into something that was not displeasing to Gortash. Manhandling was clearly something he enjoyed.

And, Igarak recalled from earlier that day, he did seem to like having his authority challenged.

As an answer came to him, his gaze sharpened. "Kneel."

Gortash blinked, his composure cracking for a moment before he laughed. "I beg your pardon?"

Igarak leaned in, capturing him in a biting kiss, his grip firm on the man's throat. When he withdrew, his voice dropped into a commanding baritone. "Kneel," he repeated, pressing down with his hand.

Beneath his touch, Gortash's pulse thrummed. The rhythm sent a ripple of something darkly familiar through him. Had they played this game before? Or was it simply another echo of the countless ways he'd killed in the past? Whatever the answer, the effect was undeniable: the way Gortash's heartbeat grew harder and faster ignited the Urge.

With a little more pressure, he'd be choking the life out of the man. A little more, and he'd be dead.

Gortash didn't budge. His breath hitched before another laugh, quiet and breathless, escaped him, his eyes gleaming with an eager defiance. "Make me."

The words snapped Igarak out of his fantasy. He held the man's gaze, mind churning with possibilities. He'd discarded his weapons with his clothes, and he knew brute force would be a losing battle against Gortash's strength--but those were not the only things at his disposal.

At last releasing the man's wrist, he flicked his hand and murmured, "Impero te."

A faint glow enveloped Gortash as the spell took hold. His eyes widened, his body stiffening. "What--"

Igarak pressed down again, this time with the weight of his will behind it. "On your knees for me, tyrant."

Gortash's body betrayed him, his muscles yielding to the magic as he sank to his knees, his body taut with resistance.

"Domination through magic," he hissed through clenched teeth, voice strained as he fought a losing battle. A choked sound that might have been laughter escaped him. "Not your usual arsenal."

"No?" Igarak's gaze lingered on the beads of sweat forming on the man's brow, as he imagined what his usual arsenal might have been. His mind went to the instruments of torment in the Temple: chains, hooks, flaying knives, all holding a shameful allure he could not deny, yet none of that was here.

Had he subdued him through sheer force? Perhaps, once, he had matched Gortash in physical strength, but at the moment that possibility was out of reach. Though he had grown stronger since awakening on the Nautiloid, his reliance on magic in those first weeks had given him an appreciation for the powers that came to him naturally. In that time, he had shaped himself into something less concerned with brute force but just as formidable--perhaps even more so than before.

A point he was demonstrating now.

A ripple of satisfaction coursed through him as he watched Gortash struggle against his magic. This was not a spell he used often, and never in this way--at least, not to his knowledge. Holding such control over someone else was as intoxicating as the allure of a heartbeat at his mercy.

"What a waste," he continued, his voice betraying his indulgence. "I've become quite the powerful sorcerer." He tilted his head, observing Gortash as the man dropped his gaze to the floor, sweat dripping from his temples and body trembling with futile effort. "Do you oppose it?"

Gortash's breath came quicker, his limbs shaking as he fought against the inevitable. His determination was palpable, etched into every labored movement.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low and hoarse. "Not at all."

"Good." Igarak's claws slid through the man's damp hair. "Look at me."

Gortash obeyed, his eyes lifting to meet Igarak's. His gaze was dark, hardened. His lips were swollen and beginning to scab. Defiance burned in his expression, but he was not angry--no, far from it. There was something wild within his eyes, as he waited for his next command.

Saliva pooled in the back of Igarak's mouth.

"Prove yourself," he murmured.

[ashleybenlove]

Wow, South Park season 27 starts on July 9, in the middle of summer.

The last time (excluding the specials on Paramount Plus) had episodes during the summer (specifically July) was in 2002.

(Free Hat, for reference aired July 10, 2002)

[stabbyfoxandrew]

I have sought out some wifi to request mer roadtrip please!

-@aftgphoenix

WIP Wednesday (11/27) | Mer Roadtrip AU (Part 97)

ANDREW

Because Andrew had to piss, he volunteered to go inside and pay for the gas. Neil had handed him a couple bills and announced the number on the pump, as if Andrew couldn't see it. After taking care of business, Andrew had a couple bucks left so he's now staring at the refrigerated soda section. He grabs himself a bottle of Mountain Dew and taps out a message to Neil asking his preference.

He gets no reply.

"C'mon Neil. It's not a hard question." While he waits, Andrew runs his fingers over the keys. He almost gets the urge to dial Nicky's number, but fights it. He doesn't know what he'd do if Nicky didn't answer. Or what he'd do if he did. He doesn't want to talk about the last few months. He just wants to get home.

Fuck, what if he gets home and there's nothing there waiting for him? If his pod never made it back either. The thought makes his stomach roil and Andrew thinks perhaps he shouldn't have eaten that breakfast sandwich. He waits another few seconds then shoves through to the front of the store to look out the window. Neil's leaned up against the car with the nozzle shoved in the gas tank, staring out at the road. Andrew sends another message and huffs out a breath when it goes unread too.

Andrew snatches another bottle of soda, chucks a couple bucks at the cashier, and heads outside. As he's wedging the drinks into the cup holders, one of which is housing Neil's fucking phone, Neil climbs back into the car and shuts the door behind him before going for his seat belt.

"Do you like Coke?"

Neil shrugs. "It's fine I guess. Why?”

"I personally think it tastes like bathroom cleaner, but you didn't answer my text so you're stuck with it now." Andrew says, cracking the seal on his own drink and taking a swig. Ah, caffeine never tasted so good. He tosses Neil's phone into his lap. "Keep the fucking thing in your pocket."

NEIL

Neil gets the feeling he's being scolded, but he lets it slide off his back. He flips the phone open to see Andrew's text messages.

what drink hello neil wake up

Neil chews the inside of his jaw. "I'm not used to having a phone."

"Get used to it." Andrew demands. "You're supposed to answer when I message you, remember?"

"I know. I just forgot it."

"Don't forget it. It could save your life, idiot." Andrew says. Then he gestures out the windshield. "Let's go."

[floridaboiler]

[clogginbloggingoggin]

happy walton wednesday!! baby goggins time. >:)

[emsleyanbluejay]

[WIP] behold a mass murderer. no that is not an exaggeration. 1096 people are dead and 2342 more are injured because of him.