#a sloth writes

[authorashraven]

Making some updates to this. Should I start sharing my shorts again? I've had quite a few ideas recently that I know I won't be turning into novel or novellas.

Also I still want to provide some free spicy content.

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Key: Fluff ☁️ // Smut 🍑 // Angst 🥀 // Monsters 🐉 // Dark 🌚

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☕ The Foreman (short) - 🍑🐉☁️

[kinardsevan]

2 + 49 for the numbers prompt

“This was a mistake,” Tommy mutters as Evan moves off of the couch, searching for his pants on the floor. The younger man whips his head up at his words and narrows his gaze at his ex, ire set into his expression. 

“Oh like that’s shocking,” he hisses as he finds his pants. “You need the god damn cover of nightfall to even call me and fuck.” 

Tommy gulps but doesn’t respond. Evan isn’t wrong. 

“We can’t keep doing this,” Tommy rasps after a moment when he stands. he pulls his pants back up and buttons them, looking around his living room for his own shirt. 

“That’s so fucking convenient for you to say, isn’t it,” Evan growls, stepping into his jeans. He looks over at the other man. “It’s a mistake. We can’t keep doing it. You’re weak and you just, what? Need me?” 

Tommy forces down a breath, keeping his mouth shut still. 

“But apparently not enough to fuck me for the rest of my life,” the younger man grumbles softly. “No, apparently I’m not good enough for that. Just one night stands now.” 

“Hey!” Tommy grips his forearm tightly as he spins Evan around, his face red and his jaw tight. It’s taking everything in him not to let the tears that desperately want to come to actually fall. 

“What,” Evan taunts, anger still laced through his tone. “You said you couldn’t be my last, but you clearly have no problem letting me think I’m good enough to fuck. So is that what it was the entire time, Tommy? I was a good place to put your dick? Work out the baby bisexual while I made you my god-damn human diary? Because you have all my secrets now and-…” His voice chokes off as his own emotions threaten to take over, rage ebbing off of him like steam after a hot shower. 

“Walking away from you is the hardest thing I have ever done,” Tommy rasps at him. “You think I thought you were just a good lay? You’re the whole goddamn package, and I knew I was blowing my entire life up the first time I kissed you, because you were never going to pick me. Not in the end, Evan. No one does that.” 

A small amount of the anger coming off of Evan seeps out of his expression, but Tommy shakes his head, glancing up at the ceiling to keep his emotions reigned in as best he can. Tears are swimming in his vision, and it’s all he can do to keep them from actually falling. 

“You think you know what you want, but six months from now-..” 

“I’m so in love with you that I went to bed thinking about what we’d name the kids every night,” Evan cuts him off. “Thought about what color we’d paint the nursery. If we’d have a two-stall garage or if that would even be big enough for the car lift and the muay thai setup. You think I was being hasty? I was bursting to keep it all inside, Tommy. A-and you think it was just bisexual haze? I never thought about all of that with anybody else. Not Abby, not Ali, not Taylor.” 

Tommy stares at him as Evan goes off, feeling stripped by his statements. He’s heard exes talk about feeling that way when they inevitably found the next person after him time and time again, but he’s never so much as gotten an inkling of it from anyone after Abby, and with her, it was never actually going to happen. 

“You say no one picks you, but I was fucking trying,” Evan tells him. “Not for five seconds, or a year, or two. For the rest of my fucking life. But apparently, that’s too hard for you.” 

Tommy’s breath is shallow as he steps forward, his free hand wrapping around the back of Evan’s head as leans his forehead against the younger man’s. 

“Loving you has been the easiest thing I’ve ever done, Evan,” he whispers, his eyes closed as the tears finally fall. “It’s the losing you part of it that would kill me. When I said I couldn’t deal…” He leans back slightly, his fingers wrapped around Evan’s jaw to push him back a few inches, although he doesn’t remove his hand. His gaze runs over Evan’s face and chest and back up. “It ends at you. There’s nobody after you. I don’t move on from here. I was just trying to find a way to make it out alive.” 

Evan lifts his hand up to where Tommy’s is still on his face. 

“Then meet me in the middle, and believe me when I tell you there’s never going to be anyone else,” he rasps. “And let me love you anyway.” 

[can-of-slorgs]

*japanese funky nightcore cover music in the background*

[jackednephi]

Hey who else here thinks sloth is a dumb sin and just sounds like mental illness raise your hands

[lilacella]

IT IS DONE!!

I have managed to finish the first part of M is for Murder, a Choose Your Own Adventure post prank fanfic where Snape dies and the Marauders have to cover up the murder - or, should I say, the unfortunate manslaughter?!

This has been an INSANE amount of work. Only posting the chapters took me almost 90 minutes 🙃

I hope all the chapter refrences are correct but if you notice anything please let me know!!

[kinardsevan]

13, 15, 35. You can either pick one of them or write something with all three! I am a glutton for your writing I will take anything I can get

13 and 15 for you! (this is 1000% your fault, btw)

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Evan’s hands are trembling as blood runs over them, pressing down hard on his chest. 

“Come on, baby,” he sobs, his fingers practically fisting around the part of the steering column dug into Tommy’s chest. 

Tommy looks up at him, his face too gray for Evan’s liking, the sadness in them hurting more than it did the night they broke up. “I’m s-sorry, Evan.” 

He shakes his head wildly, clenching his jaw as he glares at Tommy with those crystal blue eyes. 

“No, god damn it,” he growls, pressing down harder against the flow. “You don’t get to do this to me again. You don’t get to leave me again. You don’t get to leave me permanently. Fucking fight, Tommy.” 

“D-doing my best,” he stammers, the slightest laugh slipping out of him even though it’s clear that neither of them finds the current situation funny. Around them, their friends are doing their best to work Tommy out of the situation in the safest way possible, but none of them are stupid. They know the situation is dire, and the silence of it all just makes Evan’s throat hurt that much more. It should be loud—too loud; loud means things are happening, movement is happening. Silence means-

Silence isn’t good. 

“I love you,” he sobs, shaking his head as he presses his hands in harder. “Don’t do this to me, okay? I can’t- you can’t- I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone else. S-so you can’t do this to me.” 

Tommy lifts a shaking hand to Evan’s face, brushes at the tears on his cheek. “You deserve so much better than this.” 

Evan nods, his jaw still tight, his eyes full of righteous anger. “You’re god damn right I do. So live and let me have it.” 

Tommy doesn’t respond, much as Evan may want him to. They both know he doesn’t have that kind of control over the situation. No matter how much Evan yells at him to live, it has far more to do with proximity to a hospital and blood volume than it does his own personal will to survive. 

“I l-..” 

“No,” Evan growls at him. “You don’t get to tell me now.” 

“Evan.” Tommy rasps his name like a secret, and the younger man sobs, leaning into him and pressing his forehead into Tommy’s. 

“You h-have to wait, okay,” he chokes out. “Tell me after, okay? Tell me after.” 

“Baby, I don’t know if there is an after,” Tommy whispers back. 

[lilacella]

I wanted to get my choose your own adventure Post Prank fanfiction done for Christmas but INSTEAD I am now writing on a fury fuled anti-fanon wolfstar fanfiction (that is really only fanon wolfstar in the beginning because I am making them break up), featuring PROF SPROUT and an OC that is basically just canon Remus, called Otto Bissmark (this is funny if you know german, I swear).

It is called "The Seed of Doubt". Lots of things happening in and around the greenhouses.

[spiderscribe]

For day 11 of TF Rare Pairing Fest, I present to you “Island Time” ft. TFP Ratchet/Soundwave, because Primus knows both of them deserve a nice relaxing island vacation with each other <3

@tfrarepairing

“No,” says Ratchet.

Soundwave’s head slowly tilts to one side. Ratchet was never as good at reading Soundwave’s nonverbal cues as Megatron and Optimus, but he’s pretty sure that’s either an invitation to elaborate or a physical challenge. Actually, knowing Soundwave, it’s most likely both.

“No,” repeats Ratchet. “I’ve already reserved this island. I even cleared all the details with Agent Fowler, specifically so that no one bothers me during my well-deserved vacation. You’re going to have to find your own island.”

«You’re going to have to find your own island,» is thrown right back in his face.

Ratchet scoffs. “Puh-lease. That may work on your Decepticon troops, but you’ll have to try harder than that if you want to intimidate me. I got here first. Get off my island and find your own.”

Soundwave stares at him, head still tilted consideringly, and then he starts trudging closer towards him. Each step he makes is swallowed up by the soft sand and makes little sound, but Ratchet still senses the deliberate weight he’s putting into every one of his pedesteps. He crosses his arms over his chestplates and glares up into Soundwave’s visor as the other bot comes to a stop right in front of him.

(read the rest on ao3!)

[kinardsevan]

maybe, someday, love

oh look. i came up with a mini idea and decided to write it instead of sleeping. enjoy!

“Hey, Tommy.” 

The room smells of antiseptic and bleach, with an undertone of metal and plastic. It brings up memories of a life before, one no longer lived, left in the past, and is just the slightest bit triggering. But that doesn’t matter right now. 

Maddie curls her fingers around the man’s much larger, bandaged hand as she sniffles. Her hand isn’t even big enough to envelop all of his, but that doesn’t matter in the moment. 

“I know we didn’t talk much before the break-up,” she states, staring down at his fingers. The dried blood around his cuticles, where it was too tight in the crevices to completely wipe away stares back at her like a bloodstain on a white sheet. Her heart clenches, and she reminds herself that she needs to remain calm for the baby inside of her. 

“A-and I’d really like to change that, given the option,” she continues. The rhythmic drone of the ECG and the ventilator keep pace with each other while she tries to tune them out. She chews on the inside of her bottom lip, all too aware of the way the tissue between her teeth has become tough from repeatedly running it between her teeth in the past few days. She inhales a shaky breath as she runs her thumb over his fingers, turns his hand over and stares down at where there coud inevitably be a wedding ring at some point. 

“He doesn’t really let people call him Evan,” she says softly as she continues to stare down at his hand. “I think when were growing up, he didn’t really hear it in a loving way a whole lot of the time, and after I left for Boston…” She pauses, sniffling as a fresh round of tears hits her and run over her cheeks of their own volition. She clears her throat as best she can. “After I left for Boston, I think he felt really invisible. I don’t really know that he stopped feeling invisible until he got here. And I know there’s a wealth of weight beneath all of that—the things he did and put up with to feel just a little less invisible. 

“I think… I think becoming Buck was a version of himself where he could be someone else,” she comments. She trails her gaze up his bruised, scraped, and bloodied arm to his body, covered by a hospital gown, his neck, and then his face, just as bruised and covered in cuts and scrapes. “He said to me once that being a firefighter is the only thing that he’d ever done that mattered, and how much that drove his determination to get back to it. And I know now that he did that because it made him feel seen.” 

She pauses in her speaking, eyes trailing to the ECG and watching the continuous wave of Tommy’s heartbeat. She lifts her free hand to her throat, rubbing the sides of it a few times to try and soothe away the ache formed from the combination of crying so much, and the weight of the emotion still crushing down on her chest. 

“Until he met you,” she rasps. “And don’t get me wrong—when he said that you broke up with him, I told him to move on, but I think you know a little bit why I’d just want him to be happy. When I realized just how deep into it you two were, I was the one who encouraged him to go after you…” She pauses again, forcing down another deep breath and soft ‘whew’, squeezing Tommy’s fingers lightly. “Which makes it really hard to feel like this isn’t my fault.” 

She feels the familiar popping sensations in her stomach, alerting her that her unborn child is shifting around, and her free hand drifts to the curve, stroking gently. 

“I know that in the grand scheme of things for you, I’m basically nobody,” she comments. “But…” She sniffles, not bothering to fight with wiping the tears on her face anymore. “Evan isn’t doing so well, and… truth be told, I don’t know that he would fight to come back to anyone as hard as he would for you. I also don’t know that he would be able to find the fight without you. So please wake up. I know there are people here who love you, and people here who want the chance to get to love you. I don’t want to watch my brother only get months with the love of his life when he deserves decades. You both do.” 

She squeezes his fingers once more before releasing them and pushing up out of her chair. She walks to the door and stops she reaches it, glancing back at him and then the ECG again. It continues to beep rhythmically along with the ventilator, and her bottom lip trembles as she opens the door, stepping into the waiting arms of her husband as Hen passes her with a pat on the shoulder before walking into Tommy’s room to hold vigil. 

. . . 

“I’m so sorry,  I got out as soon as I could,” Eddie says, dropping his duffle on the floor as he reaches Chimney’s side. “Any word?” 

The older man shakes his head as he stares into the hospital room. He glances over at Eddie, takes him in briefly, before they’re both staring back through the window at Bobby, Maddie, and Evan. 

“No change,” he replies wearily. “They’re trying to wean Tommy off sedation, but it’s not going well, and Buck has seized three times. They’re saying it’s not critical right now, but-..” 

“This wasn’t supposed to be the result of Buck going after him,” Eddie murmurs. 

There’s shuffling behind them and then a ‘hey, Howie,’ that draws both fo their attention. A man taller than both of them but shorter than both Buck and Tommy walks up and Eddie eyes him curiously as Chimney gives the man a sympathetic half-smile. 

“Sal, hey,” he greets wearily, extending a hand to the other man. 

“I got off shift as soon as I could,” the other man comments. “122’s running thin right now. Have you been down the hall yet?” 

Chimney nods. “You should check in with the doctor. They’re not telling us much.” 

“I will,” Sal replies. He glances up through the window. “How’s the kid?” 

Chimney and Eddie both shake their head at him. 

“Does anybody even know what the hell they were doing up there,” Eddie asks. Chimney shakes his head and Sal shrugs when they both look at him. 

“He mentioned planning on flying to try and get out of his head, but I can’t imagine this is what he had in mind.” When both Chimney and Eddie keep staring at him skeptically, he glares at them. “No. If there’s one thing I’m sure on, it’s that Tommy would do the opposite of putting the kid in danger. He’d work directly against that to keep him out of danger.” 

Chimney looks back towards Evan’s hospital room and Eddie gulps. 

“If this is less danger, then I don’t want to know what the worst result could’ve been.” 

[of-sinners-and-seas]

OF SINNERS AND SEAS

A WIP INTRO

A story to be co-written by: @lady-grace-pens & @isabellebissonrouthier

STATUS: outlining and writing

GENRE: adult. high fantasy. dark fantasy. dark romance.

CW: some gore. strong language. sexual content.

VIBES: glaring eyes. statues. piracy. the vast expanse of the ocean. violence. sin. bloodshed. candles hungry for a midnight ritual. bruised knees. crystals. tarot cards. silent gods. gazing at your enemy through a pair of wine-stained eyes. bloody lips. hunger pangs and loneliness. black magic. cults. sacrifice. cannibalism. the bitter backwash of betrayal. music in the night being echoed by the wind. history aches while the future shrieks. casual affairs. being drunk and aimless and young.

THEMES: fate. prophecy. trust. purpose. cults. spirituality. identity.

Seven pirates. Seven deadly sins.

All vie for dominance over their fantastical world, thinking themselves to be as close to immortal as could be. But the question of what exactly they are remains elusive.

Magic drips from their fingertips: control over the sins that rule each of their lives. With fates and visions spinning through their minds, each of the Sins grapple violently with the questions of their purpose.

How far will they go to search for the truth? Maiming and torturing, fucking and fighting, killing for a single word from a silent goddess.

And how can they expect to maintain allies when only one can live in the end?

What began as a simple roleplay has spiralled into a sprawling, character-driven tale...

Welcome to OSAS.

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MEET THE SINS:

Envy | Pride | Lust | Greed | Wrath | Gluttony | Sloth

EXPLORE THE WORLDS:

Eiffel | Polarys & Lorallyn | Geldour | Valoma | Guisse | The Desolate

MEET THE FIRST MATES:

Gigi | Mikael | Désirée | Alusia | Marigold

[kinardsevan]

17!

“That’ll do it. The last box is empty,” Evan mutters wearily as he sinks back onto the mattress in the middle of the living room. He glances over at Tommy with a grin, and the other man just shakes his head at him. 

“I still can’t figure out if we’re geniuses for doing this or fucking stupid,” Tommy comments, looking around the room. “It’s literally just the bones of the structure.” 

“Yeah, but that means we can make it anything we want,” Evan replies, glancing around at the beams. They’re the only semblance of a layout of the home. 

“Baby, we can literally see into our kitchen and the bathroom,” Tommy states. “I don’t know how I feel about the fact that I could watch you cook from the shitter.” 

“Hey, you said watching me cook gets you hot,” Evan counters, leaning over and brushing his lips against Tommy’s. “Now you can do it from any spot in the house.” 

Tommy growls lowly, leaning into him and kissing him roughly. Evan turns on the bed, straddling over Tommy’s left thigh and pushing him down, grinding into him. 

“We don’t even have curtains up,” Tommy mutters between kisses. “Our new neighbors will see, and I don’t think they’ll be very impressed.” 

“Well then they’re missing out,” Evan counters, digging his fingers into Tommy’s basketball shorts as his lips find their place on the pulse point of Tommy’s neck. “Come on, husband. Christen our new home with me.” 

Tommy groans softly, turning his head as Evan slides his hand up until their fingers are interlaced, stares at the bands on their hands. His heart hammers in his chest at the sight; yet another reminder at Evan’s determination to make sure Tommy is in fact his last. Evan bites down on his collarbone and Tommy jolts, and then flips them, pinning the younger man beneath him. Evan eyes him up and down briefly as Tommy does the same. 

“Say no more.”