#adi is a writer

[adiduck]

WIP Train WIP Train!!!

I have been invited to join the WIP train by @howdyrat (informally on discord LOL 🥰) Littled did Howdy know, I am incorrigible.

Rules: Post a minimum of one sentence (I'm adding: or line) of a WIP of your choice, and tag others to join the train!

[Today, 1117] Mav: [A photograph of all fourteen selected and potential aviators for the uranium mission in swim suits on the beach. Lieutenant Pete Mitchell is holding a football and bent down to spike it to Lieutenant Iceman Kazansky, who is crouched behind him. Arrayed around them are Lieutenants Bradshaw, Trace, Floyd, Bassett, and Avalone. The remaining seven aviators are arrayed in front of them in what looks like it might be making an attempt at a defensive line] Ice: Nice ass shot, Mitchell Mav: You love it Ice: That was sincere. What do I tell Cyclone you’re doing? Mav: Creating a team

(Operation Groundhog AU: Admiral Ice and Captain Mav often provide commentary over text ;) )

No pressure tags that weren't explicitly in the post I first saw:

@frostbitebakery, @asukaskerian, @oathkeeperoxas, @lambourngb, @goddammitjim, @brigittttoo, @lttrsfrmlnrrgby

[adiduck]

I will also be doing this, working off below ;)

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It starts as a game.

That’s not in and of itself surprising—so much of them, of what they are and what they do together, is something of a game. They’re busy men leading dangerous lives, after all. What they do outside of that has to be worth it, has to be fun or rewarding or valuable, or what the fucking fuck is the point of wasting precious minutes on it?

So it’s a game, at first—first to one hundred kisses wins. It springs from a breathless night in bed early on, touching and learning and mapping and memorizing each other, the shape that they are under the shapes they put on in the day to day, at least as they find themselves molding together.

“I think you’ve found all the different places to kiss,” Ethan whispers, and gasps as Vincent—he was Vincent that day—presses his mouth to a particularly sensitive spot beneath his ribs, enough pressure to bypass ticklish and simply make Ethan arch into him.

“I doubt it,” Vincent says, against skin, and sucks a mark into the spot beneath his lips before trailing down. “All the same sort of kiss, isn’t it?” He glances up beneath his lashes as he slides his tongue along the line of muscle to Ethan’s breastbone. Ethan’s hair is a mess, lips sucked and bitten red and pupils blown dark. Vincent feels a kick of accomplishment, relishing those eyes on him and him alone.

“Oh yeah?” Ethan says, fingers sliding into Vincent’s hair—his natural hair today. It’s gotten a bit longer, so he can wear Vincent without too many extras. It feels good, He shuts his eyes, arching into the pull. “So there are other sorts?”

“Hm, hundreds,” he says.

“I don’t know if I can think of hundreds.”

“Then you aren’t thinking very creatively,” Vincent says, and opens his eyes again as he slides up Ethan’s body to hover over him, lean his head down to take another kiss. “Kiss on the lips,” he whispers. “That’s one.”

Ethan hums and slides his tongue past Vincent’s teeth, and for a moment they get lost in it, in the slide of skin on skin and the wet suction of their mouths and their legs tangled in the sheets. Ethan twists, and puts Vincent on his back, kissing down his neck to his collarbone and then to his pecs, dragging his tongue through Vincent’s chest hair and around to a nipple, giving a sharp bite, hot and good. Vincent arches into it, spreading his legs a bit to let Ethan slot into place between them.

“Two,” Ethan says, and Vincent blinks.

“Two?”

“Kissing a bruise,” Ethan says, and then presses his lips to the bite marks slowly blooming purple.

Vincent blinks, and then grins. “Two,” he agrees. “First to one hundred?”

“What’s the prize?” Ethan asks, eyes laughing and warm and only on Vincent.

“I’m sure we’ll think of something,” Vincent murmurs, and hooks his legs around Ethan’s, arching up with his hips and twisting to put Ethan back beneath him on the bed. He goes in their newly defined kiss number two, as Ethan laughs.

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100 Kisses prompts

So for SaintSpy May (created with @adiduck) I've put together a list of 100 kisses 🥰 I'm going to use them as warm up prompts throughout the month, but if anyone wants to see one in particular, please let me know and I will see what I can do for you!!

Kiss on the lips

Forehead press

Forehead kiss

Hand kiss

Kiss on the wrist

Kiss on the fingers (theirs or their partner’s)

Kiss on the neck

Kiss on the nape of the neck

Kiss on the shoulder

Kiss on the nose

Kiss on the cheek

Kiss on top the head

Kiss on the stomach

Kiss on the back of the knee

Kiss on the ear

Kiss on the sole of the foot

Collarbone kiss

Kiss on the… ahem

Good morning kiss

Goodnight kiss

Kissing you awake

Bad kiss

Good kiss

First kiss

Thousandth kiss

French kiss

Bloody kiss

Kissing through tears

Kiss it better

Blowing a kiss

Sweet kiss

Sloppy kiss

Hungry kiss

Making out

Angry kiss

Fierce kiss

Dip kiss

Open mouthed kiss

Dry kiss

Tired kiss

Gross kiss

Married kiss

Quick kiss

Slow kiss

Gentle kiss

Reunion kiss

Rescue kiss

Hungry kiss

Accidental kiss

Leaving a hickey / leaving a mark

Kiss with teeth / biting kiss

Kiss in the air / unconnected kiss

Butterfly kisses

Spiderman kiss

Kiss of life

Kiss as a disguise

Indirect kiss

Kiss the bridegroom

Post-fight kiss

Spur of the moment kiss

Kiss hello

Kiss goodbye

Kiss under the mistletoe

New Year’s kiss

Kiss for luck

Kiss in the rain

Secret kiss

True love’s kiss

Stolen kiss

Celebratory kiss

Small kiss

“Kiss me”

Long kiss

Desperate kiss

Teasing kiss

Height difference kiss

Chaste kiss

Interrupted kiss

Tasty kiss

Deep kiss

Wet kiss

Lap kiss

Sweaty kiss

Unexpected kiss

Cleaning kiss

Kissing tears away

Tentative kiss

Kissing under the stars

Now-or-never kiss

Kiss while dancing

Kiss while someone is sleeping

"Thank God you're safe/alive" kiss

Kiss while being carried

Jealous kiss

Public kiss

Kiss while dressing

Kiss while undressing

Blind kiss

Kiss to stop someone talking

Kiss as a distraction

[connabeth]

annabeth teasing percy about him being on the brink of calling her a friend (even though he literally just said he’d turn his back on his dad for her because she's done a lot more for him in days than poseidon his whole life, which goes a lot deeper than maybe friendship) is gold because you KNOW she is never letting that shit slide. down the line in season 2, when she's crying in his arms underwater in a bubble over what the sirens showed her, i hope she wipes her tears real quick and tells him he went through quite the length to save someone he could never be friends with. in season 3, when annabeth is rescued from being kidnapped (after percy sneaks onto a quest he has no business being on yet again because he cares about her too much) and he asks her to dance on olympus during the solstice, i hope she jokingly declines because they could simply never be friends and not friends don’t dance with each other. in season 4, when he’s by default assumed to be a companion on her quest, i hope she goes ‘actually…i only bring my friends on quests with me’. in season 5, when he asks for a kiss for good luck, i hope she puts him in place bc who asks people they’re not even friends with for kisses? when he confesses his feelings for her and is trying to tell her she’s his tether to his mortality and a reason he denied godhood, i hope she goes ‘surely you didn’t think of me. because we could never be friends” before she kisses him. writers do your fucking jobs PLEASE

[sunsetgloom]

Jedi High Council members as of 40 BBY:

FULLY CONFIRMABLE (7) Yoda (it's Yoda) Oppo Rancisis (has been there since 232 BBY, still present 32 BBY) Yarael Poof (see above) Eeth Koth (on the Council before Windu according to one source, appointed by 40 BBY according to Wookiepedia) Plo Koon (took over for after Master Tyvokka 44 BBY) Mace Windu (replaced Master Katri at 28, born 72 BBY, joined 44 BBY) Poli Dapatian (can confirm canonically on council at the latest of 41 BBY) PRESUMED (4) Yaddle (presumed due to age and lack of full rosters for prior years) Micah Giiett (died 33 BBY, was a Councilor up to that point, presumed on it for the 7+ years beforehand) Sifo-Dyas (no known join date that I could find, kicked off 33 BBY, presumed on it for the 7+ years beforehand) Saesee Tiin (stark hyperspace war veteran. nothing concrete other than that according to my notes :/) CAN SWITCH BETWEEN ANY (1+) Jor Aerith (died during Order 66 but was not on the Council during the Clone Wars as far as we know. Presumably she retired) Gretz Droom (Jor's padawan. Also not known to be on the Council during the Clone Wars but was a Council member at one point. Presumably retired) Tera Sinube (retired during the 40s. We don't know when exactly, but unlikely it was 40 BBY exactly. I just included him because I forgot about him entirely while trying to work out earlier rosters :/) Even Piell (ehhhhhh this one's iffy. He's definitely on it during TPM but nothing points to him being there before that but TPM takes place 32 BBY and Sifo-Dyas and Micah Giiett made the PRESUMED category so he's here too :/) Adi Gallia (see above) and there you go. all 12(+) Council members during the year 40 BBY

[furious-blueberry0]

For some time the only thing I knew about Ki-Adi Mundi's situation with the four wifes was that he had to do it because his specie was in danger and risked extiction.

So my brain had constructed this complicated fantasy of Mundi's father managing to guilt trip him into marrying and having children, and if he did not he would basically accuse him of not being a true Jedi, because as a Jedi he HAD to help his planet and make this sacrifice, and so Mundi accepted.

But then the more time passed the worse he started to feel towards his wifes and children. He never wanted to do all this, he felt incredibly and utterly alone, his father and his wifes wouldn't let him contact any of his friends at the Jedi Temple, so that he could concentrate only on them and his "mission".

And for as much as he tried to bond with his daughters, he only kept seeing the result of the legal and continuous r*pes his father had managed to trap him into.

So one day, tired of the isolation and him being treated as nothing more than something used to create children, he managed to get off planet and contact the Jedi who then helped him return home to the Temple.

For like weeks this was my version of events, then I reread the wiki and discovered that, well, he actually had a good time with his family soooooo.... guess I got everything wrong, again, lol.

[18shadesofmay]

a ferret hunches in the shadow

of a towering screeching owl

the owl that hunts her

the presence that haunts her

and leaves her to weep,

then heal, then weep.

his talons bare, his eyes snare,

he’s perfectly good and numb of heart

now they perch on the same branch

three feet away and a universe apart.

he pecks and tears

her flesh and hairs

but leaves her face unblemished

“remnants of my sour love,

i cannot devour you whole;

your wounds give me life

but your absence would puncture

my eggshell heart,

my violent soul.”

[sunrisemcash]

PALPS DIES GUYS!

[mtab2260]

Secretly, I've been working on a project for myself that I wasn't planning on publishing for a while.

However, as I was working on it, and expanding on it after all these months, I had an amazing idea today. I'm already four chapters in and I'm so excited to get to the point where I can start posting it.

It's a revamped version of my first-ever fanfic.

The first version was so bad I deleted it years ago now. But I've been working on so many parts for so long that it's actually incredible that I'm finally finding a way to put all the pieces together.

I don't have a set timetable just yet. I want to finish a few more chapters and then I'll start posting week by week hopefully.

But still, I'm so excited!

[ariannadi]

Having the clan leaders in masters is just making me wish we got a book or SOMETHING that established backstories/lore for these characters.

For instance, is Irida actually older than Adaman? She talks to him like a child, and as we saw in the credits for Hisuian Snow (presumably two years before PLA according to the info we get in game) Adaman looks like he’s ~16, hasn’t reached his full height, and is still in his Diamond Clan member uniform, whereas Irida is already leader by the looks of things despite allegedly having only just come into the role in Legends.

Not to mention, post-game, Irida and Mai admit they have talks about how Adaman is doing as a leader, who is also known to not be taken seriously by his people and treated like a little brother moreso than anything. So when he rags on Irida about inexperience, is it just inconsistent writing? Is it him just pointing out that neither of them have the right to denounce the player on the grounds of seniority?

EXPLAIN POKÉMON. EXPLAAAAAIN.

[adiduck]

“I know you,” Luke realized, and Ben’s wife--Cody--raised an eyebrow. “You’re Aunt Beru’s friend,” Luke explained. “You come over sometimes to help with--well, with the Freedom Trail.”

Cody’s shoulders relaxed. “Ah,” she said, a smile curving her lips, and she ran a hand over her short-cropped gray hair. “It’s more accurate to say we help each other, likely. Ben and I have a way off the planet if people need it, and we’re already always around.”

Luke frowned, and accepted the glass of water from Ben politely.

“I haven’t gotten that far,” Ben said lightly, and Cody hummed.

“Well, you’d best hurry up, we don’t have that much time to explain.”

Ben sighed.

ONE WEEK to go!!!

Hopefully everyone’s putting the finishing touches on their fills! Anyone have a teaser they’d like to share?

[adiduck]

okay i know its not a current ask game but you posted before about an ice time travels wip and im sosososo curious 👀

It is now June, so I can answer this ask for you, Anon! I DO have an Ice Time Travels AU, though it's not top of my list of WIPs at the moment :DDDDD one big project at a time, I beg you.

Anyway, here are three sentences and the surrounding context for the 👀. I suppose I'll just generally speaking keep 'send me a 👀 and a title and I'll write you three sentences' open, it really DOES seem to get me writing (assuming I'm not in the middle of a little event 😉)

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The truth is, Ice thinks he’s braced for it.

He is not.

Nick Bradshaw, alive and cheerfully self-confident where he sits only a row in front of Ice, feels like some sort of blow to the head, rattling Ice’s brain around hard enough he thinks he might hurl right here in the classroom.

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, a few months from 25, baby-faced with sharp, wary green eyes and a crooked, cocky grin, feels like someone reached straight into Ice’s chest and ripped out his heart.

Oh Mav, he thinks, fighting so fucking hard to keep a straight face as he stares at the back of the head of this barely-out-of-childhood version of one of his oldest, dearest friends. Look at you.

He can almost hear his Mav’s laugh, loud and rich. Gonna make me blush, Kazansky. Isn’t there a lecture you’re supposed to be paying attention to?

Ice closes his eyes and then tries to refocus on Jester. Or at least to make himself stop staring.

He thinks he’s pretty successful all told, until this younger Mav turns back to look at him, eyes narrowed with suspicion. Feeling eyes on him—that was something that Mav did as long as Ice had known him—so very aware of being perceived.

In hindsight, that may have been why he bought a hangar in the fucking desert.

You’re still staring, big shot, Ice’s inner Mav reminds him, and he mentally gives himself a shake, shoots a smirk at this young version of his dearest friend.

He gets a very huffy turned back in response, has to bite at the corner of his lip to stop himself letting the smirk become a real smile. Some things never change.

[jewishcissiekj]

MY EXACT AREA OF EXPERTISE HAS BEEN BROUGHT FORTH

[adiduck]

...maybe I will also do this, since I, too, am planning to clean up my kiss ficlets for posting. I have 25/31 days done. I have one prompt already that I simply didn't select (last one I did had 18 or 84), so that leaves... five kisses. Anyone want to give me a couple prompts? If not, I'll just do a random number generator LOL

Hey team, since I skipped two days of saintspy May, now that I'm looking at tidying them up and publishing them on ao3 I think I might do (at least) two more, maybe more depending on how I feel. So if you have any other kisses you want to see, please feel free to send an ask in! I'll probably just post them on ao3, so there's motivation for you to check the published fic out 😉

List of kisses here ✨️

[bringbackwendellvaughn]

[18shadesofmay]

A Dog, a Doubt, and a Deity

“What is God?”

You shift in your seat, eyes heavy and knees sore, wondering how much body moisture one needs to sweat out before turning into a raisin. Plastic chairs are hard to sit on (in both interpretations of the word) for any more than about twenty seconds when the speaker talks like she lives in a shell on her back.

“You are not alone, friends. God's love is boundless, Her forgiveness infinite. With Her, we find a path to purpose, a connection to something greater than ourselves, and a promise of eternal life,” she slugs on. This particular lecture has been grinding on for a half hour now, and the stout little woman giving it seems dead set on converting every person, chair and housefly in the room to religion, and at a glacial pace of ten words per minute. Another half hour of boundless love and infinite forgiveness would definitely send you to something greater than yourself.

Ceiling fans murmur above you. They’re about as comprehensible to you as the speaker herself. What is the whole idea? A sense of community? Contentment? Salvation? You recall communal religiousness being a concept you once understood, but got lost as you grew older and your perceptions turned more decided. A two-sided coin you would’ve wanted to flip over, but never had the courage to read the print on the other side of. You know you’re right about this one thing, if not about every other thing. And it’s not like you need God to cook your breakfast and do your laundry anyway.

With a damp white shirt and gushing forehead, you pretend to take a call and excuse yourself from the hall. You scoff out of the building and bump into a fellow attendee, sharing quick, knowing smiles, as if to say “escaping too?”, and walk away. You’re not alone.

You decide you want a stroll in the park across the compound. Summer means more people, and more people means more faces to make stories about. You find yourself a rusty bench under a towering oak to observe from and let your thoughts brew themselves. A girl is playing with her dog, and you wonder if the dog thinks a higher power sent the rubber toy he’s so delightfully chewing on in his little toothy mouth. Or if the fluttering leaves and rustling trees are whispers from the Creator.

All these people and you sit with yourself. It isn’t lonely by any means, just a peaceful disconnect from the outside. You feel your breath slowing. Leaflets rain in an airy column, and a cloud curtains the sunlight once again. It’s almost like your heart just burst open. The dog trots over to say hello, and you ruffle his mane. His tail thumps against the ground and it feels like a symphony in a world full of clamour. There is perhaps a tinge of a form of hushed godliness in all this. Divine or not, this is…not bad.

All the noise you’ve always heard, about acts of the supreme being and gifts from above, feels somehow misdirected. In this very moment, you find yourself drowned in the calmness the priests always talk of. Even with your disagreeability, you relate with them in some kind of inexplicable soundlessness. Is this God getting to you, finally? What if She isn’t a booming voice or a vengeful hand? Just the voiceless hum of existence, the interconnectedness of all things? It may not be the God the lady preached about, but it’s enough for now. She wasn’t entirely wrong.

We simply don’t know. If it’s really Her making things move, we’d probably never find out in our fragile brevity on this weird rock. And if it isn’t, hey, you were right all along, and congratulations, it doesn’t matter one bit. There are ghost towns in the ocean and mountains in the clouds, and crowds on Shanghai streets and auroras in the north, and they’re all real regardless of the presence or absence of God. You will love and die or hate and live, and the only higher power you’ll ever need to worry about is your own self. There’s no Wikipedia page that holds the answer, but why not stop trying to write one? Right now, your God is a mere quietness that is present and full. Outside the gates of this park, maybe there exists a different one.

Maybe it’s the stout little lady back in the boring building. She definitely looked the age, didn’t she?

[ad1thi]

WDYM JAKE BALLARD ENDS UP IN JAIL ??? AFTER EVERYTHING HE'S DONE FOR OLIVIA ??? guys this is so unfair Jake doesn't deserve this 😭