#also the last scene was fun to write

[mattodore]

birthday boy 🎂

[capnhanbers]

for all the tension this was a pretty tender chapter so uhhh this is unlike the story it was written to be / i was riding its back when it used to ride me

(scenes from chapter 140)

[starry-bi-sky]

what piercings does Danny have in your CFAU?

Danny’s got double lobe piercings on both ears, and then helixes, and an orbital on one side! Then he’s got an eyebrow piercing on the right side of his face. I don’t have any particular reason for why he’s got piercings as an adult, I just thought it’d be a fun way to indicate a physical change from when he was 14 and last saw the Waynes, to the next time they see him. Although with this version of Danny (rather than my original, unserious beta version of CFAU), it probably would follow that he'd potentially get piercings when he was older. (So not a total shock)

[eskawrites]

realized that part of the reason the charmed au brainworms are getting to me is that this is? the first time? I’m writing a long fic where they are in love from the start? Like don’t get me wrong they’ve got so much to figure out and it’s def still a slow burn but these women will be YEARNING from chapter 3 onward

[acequeenking]

Fandom: Tekken

Relationship: Kazama Jun/Mishima Kazuya

Rating: Explicit (this one has sexy times so not for kiddos)

THIS IS POST TEKKEN 8. BIG TEKKEN 8 SPOILERS. DON'T READ IT WITHOUT FINISHING THE GAME UNLESS YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT SPOILERS.

Additional Tags: Reunion, Reunion sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Awkward Conversations About Not-So-Accidentally Trying to Murder Your Son and Actually Murdering Your Dad and Kind of Accidentally Abandoning Your Unknown Baby-Mama, Forgiveness, Getting Back Together, Dealing with the mental fallout of Tekken 2 to Tekken 8, which for both of them is...a lot, but they're getting there

"I am not the man you want me to be," Kazuya admits. "But that does not mean the man I am does not love you."

"...Still?" Jun asks, the word the only thing that can quite get out of her throat.

[boyfriendyke]

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

[hidey-writes]

Day After Day | 日复一日

25k | T | Weilan | Case Fic, Undercover Married, Grief

Shen Wei swallows. “And this is why you asked me to—” he makes a vague gesture that means go undercover as your husband “—pretend with you.” Zhao Yunlan comes to a stop, eyes on Shen Wei. “That’s why the cover is a married couple. The reason I’m asking you is because there are no other options for people to go undercover with.” Shen Wei scoffs to give himself an excuse to look away. “You certainly know how to flatter someone, Zhao Yunlan.” Or: Four Haixingren disappear for two months after a stay at a romantic mountain retreat. Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan book a weekend there to find out what happened.

it's finally here!!! my beloved fic for the 520 day guardian reverse exchange! this was written for trobadora, who gave me the most delicious set of ideas to fit into a story. it was so fun.

i have no idea how to describe this fic, frankly - this is, hands down, the most complex and most heartwrenching and most incredible thing i've ever written in my entire life.

here is a list of some things in it: a kiss, a mystery, a change of heart. old chinese people, dark energy world-building, lesbians, big-time character parallels, forgery of documents, rainstorms, rowboats, lollipop symbolism, [redacted], bedsharing, grading, the stupidest undercover name ever. zhao yunlan described with so many light metaphors. shen wei being the most shen wei i could make him.

read Day After Day | 日复一日 on ao3 here!

[oozeandgoo-art]

had an odd dream that i was reading a comic book. sketched a couple of the pages i could remember.

[cashmere-caveman]

My Country: The New Age, first and last episodes & Hanif Abdurraqib, For The Dogs Who Barked At Me On The Sidewalks in Connecticut (text/audio) image descriptions in alt

[supermarine-silvally]

❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜ from the soft prompts pls? -🍂

More Portada? More Portada.

“Yaraaaaaa…” Ace’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door. “C’mon, I know you’re in there. Let me in, please?”

Yara crossed her arms, glaring daggers at the door’s wooden surface as he continued to knock. “No.”

“Pleeeease?”

“Not a chance, fireboy.”

“I’m sorry, okay?”

“You might be, but I’m still not opening the door.”

“Alright, I’ll just… wait out here, then. Maybe forever, if I have to. Second Division will just have to find a new commander, I guess.”

Yara let out a sigh, shaking her head in dismay. She had no doubt he really would neglect his duties until she cut him some slack-- and as the Whitebeard Pirates’ Second Division’s vice-commander, that wasn’t something she could allow. “Fine, have it your way,” she muttered under her breath, striding forwards to open the bedroom door. 

Ace’s expression lit up as it swung open, but the hopeful glint in his eyes quickly dimmed once he saw the annoyance written all over her face. “Uh… Hey, baby.”

“Don’t ‘hey, baby’ me,” Yara said flatly, resting one hand on her hip while the other rose to poke him in the chest with an outstretched finger. “I told you, ‘those are extremely flammable, don’t touch them.’ And what did you do?”

“I, uhh… I touched them?”

She pinched the bridge of her nose in irritation. “And now three weeks’ worth of dried Calendula officinalis is gone.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. Now can I come in?” Ace’s dark eyes widened as he met her gaze, giving her the saddest look he could muster up, like a kitten that had been left out in a rainstorm. “Please?”

She clenched her teeth, her mouth drawing into a tight line. The bastard was actually pouting. There was no way she was going to let him cute his way out of this. “Nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time.”

“Maybe not,” Ace said with a sigh. “But…” A grin slowly crept onto his face as he unfolded his arms from behind his back. His hands were clad in blacksmiths’ gloves, and held tightly in them was a bushel of flowers. “This might.”

Yara’s brow furrowed as she took them from him, examining them closely. “Wait, this is…”

“Calendula officinalis,” Ace finished for her. “It’s marigold, right?”

“Yes, but… how did you know?”

He laughed, looking a little sheepish. “I do listen when you talk. …Most of the time.” 

“Ace…”

His expression turned sombre. “I’m really sorry, Yara. You deserve better than this. You deserve to have someone who doesn’t burn your plants.”

“Ace, don’t say that.” She placed the flowers down on her dresser and stepped towards him, cupping a hand over his freckled cheek. “I’m the one who should be sorry for getting angry over something so stupid.”

“It’s not stupid. You spent weeks drying those flowers and I was being careless. You only got mad at me because I was the one who screwed up in the first pla-- mmph!!”

Yara didn’t even let him finish as she leaned forwards, gently pressing her lips against his. Her hands moved to his chest, palms feeling the warm surface of his skin, the side effects of his Devil Fruit emitting a comfortable heat. 

Ace reacted quickly, one arm sliding around her waist as he feverishly kissed her back, his other hand reaching up to stroke her cheek. Yara closed her eyes, revelling in the ecstasy of their connection, mouths melded together, moving in sync as they had done hundreds of times before.

“So,” he breathed as they broke apart. “I take it you’re not mad at me anymore?”

“I wasn’t mad, just… disappointed at your poor listening skills and utter lack of impulse control.”

He pouted. “Yara, that’s way worse.”

She let out a soft laugh, reaching up to card her fingers through his hair. “It’ll still take me a few weeks to dry them out, but… thank you, Ace.”

“It’s the least I could do.” 

“But that you even thought to replace them… I…” She hesitated for a moment before meeting his eyes, unable to keep the tenderness from her gaze. “I don’t know what I’d ever do without you.”

Ace smiled, leaning in to press his forehead against hers. “Luckily, sweetheart, you’ll never have to find out.”

tagging @auxiliarydetective @daughter-of-melpomene

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

Come on, you know you want to, give us the character bingo for Viktor.

don't mind if i doooo

[boyfrillish]

howdy! for a drabble prompt how about something like, victor/hop where one has to be fiercely protective of the other? (say, a wild pokemon encounter gets out of hand or...)

Victor’s walking toward Challenge Road when it happens. He knows there are plenty of wild Pokémon happy to attack passersby during any weather, yet he’s still caught off-guard when a Bisharp charges at him from behind.

The battle cry rings in his ears and when he turns around, he’s met with sharp blades ready to strike. He can barely shout a command to Sylveon or switch to a different Pokémon. The blow of the attack throws him right into the stairs and he yelps as the edges of the steps dig into his back.

He’s frozen in place as the blade points threateningly at his face.

But that’s when fear melts into a blend of admiration and worry alike.

“Get away from him!” an oh-so-familiar voice yells.

And Victor watches as Hop charges directly into the wild Bisharp, hitting it with his own body to knock it aside, and Dubwool eagerly helping with its Double-Edge.

Hop stands in front of Victor like a shield, Pokéball in hand to switch out. “Go, Cinderace! Hit it with your Pyro Ball!”

With the type advantage on his side, he fends off the wild Bisharp with ease. Though rather than celebrate the win, he rushes to kneel next to Victor.

Grim determination — an expression that’s burned into Victor’s mind ever since their battle at the Champion Cup — makes way for worried frown. “Victor! It didn’t cut you, did it? Let me check you for injuries!”

But the only response Victor can think of is to grab Hop by the collar of his jacket and shout, “You idiot! What were you thinking?!”

“I just saved your butt!” Hop shouts right back. “And you’re probably hurt, so let me tend to you already!”

Victor really wants to argue — because really! What was he thinking? — but his body has to betray him by wincing in pain. “Ugh, fine.”

He slips out of his dojo jacket and loosens the zipper of his binder for ease of breath, at the same time allowing Hop to lift his shirt to examine his back for any obvious signs of injury and patch up the scratches on his arms and legs.

Victor is mad. He really is. But the Butterfree that go wild in his belly again at Hop’s gentle, caring touch make it tough to stay mad. And, okay, maybe Hop going reckless protector mode for him made him fall in love even more than he already was.

Still, though… he’s miffed. Feelings don’t always make sense.

Finally, Hop is satisfied with his work and he fixes Victor’s t-shirt before putting away the first aid kit. Softly, he says, “I did the best I could, but I’m just a Professor’s apprentice, not a Doctor. So you should go back to the Dojo and have someone check you more thoroughly as soon as possible.”

Victor groans. “But I have training to do!”

“Nuh uh, training can wait. Health is more important,” Hop argues. “You’re the Champion of Galar, it’s no good if you end up out of commission because you thought you could tough it out.”

“If health is so important, then why did you charge in like that? You could’ve got hurt!”

“I didn’t think, okay?” Hop says. “I saw that Bisharp attacking you and heard your cry and all I knew was I had to make sure you’re safe. There was no time to think before acting.”

“You keep doing that, Hop. Charging ahead recklessly and rushing off before I have a chance to say something or help you. It can get a bit frustrating, you know?” Victor says. Softly, he adds, “I worry about you and I don't want you to get yourself hurt for my sake. I want you to be safe, too.”

“Sorry about that, Victor,” Hop says. “Sonia reproached me for that too, but I can’t help it sometimes. Especially when something or someone I really care about is in danger.”

“Just, promise you’ll be careful, okay? Or else I’ll charge in and protect you, because I really care about you too.”

A smile blooms on Hop’s face as he squeezes Victor’s hand in affirmation of the promise. “Heh heh, it makes me really happy we always have each other’s back.”

Victor feels like a firework lights up in his heart.

He smiles back. “Me too.”

[oflights]

hi! i’m here to persuade you (or threaten depending on how difficult you’re to persuade 🔫) to add at least another 20 chapters to star splitter. i could read about the lifes of draco, little harry and big harry forever. 

adkadjklsajd god you know, i think i actually could, that's the scary part. it might be 20 chapters of porn but it could happen.

no, in reality anon i'm so happy and grateful that you're loving it, but i am super excited about wrapping it up with this last little stretch. endings are important, and difficult for me, so i really want to get this one right and in exactly the right place. single digit chapters left! i swear i'm going to nail down the final chapter count any day now 😭

[pynkhues]

How is the editing going? You've been very kind about the eagerness of the anon audience for the fic, so hopefully it won't seem rudely eager if I ask if you have a guesstimate of when we might read it? :)

I hope the trip has been great so far!

Hi! Not rude at all! I’m actually at the airport heading home now (a whirlwind trip!) and I thiiiink I might have a row to myself (my flight from Aus to the US was PACKED, and my flight home has like, no one on it, which feels right, haha). If I do and if I get an outlet which I’m supposed to have this flight, I’m going to try and finish the edit in the air. If I don’t though, it’ll probably be a few days before I get back to it - I’m catching up on work from home on Wednesday and have my mum’s birthday party Wednesday night, then will be in the office all day Thursday and Friday. I have a long weekend though and no plans except to try and fix my sleep schedule Saturday-Monday, so I can’t imagine I won’t finish it then at the very least ☺️

[pinestripe37]

If you’re still doing the WIP sentence ask game:

Blue, wind, sigh, eyes, and tree!

Thank you for the words, my friend! :D

Yup, still doing it and honestly feel free to send in words whenever. Lol I don't mind even if I'm not. 😅

Gonna post large-ish paragraphs for you because why not :D Also putting two snippets for a few of the words!

"A green fly and a blue fly are eating a piece of dirt together," Mistkit described the scene from where she lay watching the two shiny creatures. Her littermates exchanged disturbed glances. "That's.. uh.. interesting, Mistkit." Frostkit replied warily, seeming to force her whiskers to twitch in a gesture of cautious amusement. "That's disgusting," Graykit's flat mew cut in. Mistkit purred, no longer feeling bothered or left out as her siblings shared the carp near by but content to just be near them, listening to the purrs of exasperation and amusement that drifted into chatter. She took another glance at the flies, thinking that honestly, no matter what Graykit may say, the peaceful and close coexistence between the two insects was really rather sweet. She looked up. "They remind me of us," she purred. "That's it," Frostkit stood up abruptly, dropping her prey with a swish of her tail, "I'm not hungry anymore." Mistkit watched her stalk off to the medicine den before exchanging a glance with Graykit. "I don't blame her," he huffed.

~~~

A flurry of oak leaves outside the window. The wind lets them flutter inside. One lands on your desk across me… and I'm grateful for the company. But the sight of a leaf makes me somehow mourn them… Despite one being right within my reach.

"Maybe it's the way we used to chase them, and paste them to a board for a collage. We'd write on them the things for which we're grateful. Your list of blessings always beautifully large. I think it taught me how to thank the Lord genuinely. And if I made another I'd be sure to write you in."

I reach for the leaf as I figure it's never too late, and trail my pen across it, spelling out her name.

~~~

"I'm here for it," Olivia purred with a half-grin before holding me close with a sigh, "..I'm here for you."

~~~

The small cat then sighed. "I'm just saying we can care for each other regardless of clan of circumstance…" she glanced softly at Berryheart. "The way I'm not ShadowClan, nor you a WindClan cat, and yet it's my responsibility to be here for you now." "Your responsibility?" Berryheart scoffed. "Dragging herbs for a despised exile who wants nothing more than to have you out of her sight? I struggle to see how this waste of time contributes to your clan loyalty." "This has nothing to do with clan loyalty." Whistlepaw returned with a glance upward, "This has to do with a loyalty far higher. And it's never, ever a waste of time. May I look at your wound again?"

~~~

Hazel wasn't in the room as I opened my eyes, and I knew my friend was baking. Chocolate chip cookie scents wafted from the kitchen along with the soft sound of my friend humming the tune of a hymn.

~~~

As Mistpaw and Whistlepaw arrived near the Windclan camp they were met by a group consisting mostly of Whistlepaw's family, as well as the two ThunderClan cats. Mistpaw was surprised to see Appleshine among them, dashing up at Myrtlebloom's side. "Are you  two alright?" Oatclaw's mew was firm but his amber eyes revealed warm relief as he gazed at his daughter for a moment before the younger warriors pushed past from behind him and Featherpelt. "We were so concerned about you!" Fernstripe gasped out, her quietness sounding forgotten and brushed aside by emotion as her squeaky yowl trembled. Placing a tail-tip on the frantic she-cat's shoulder, Appleshine nodded beside her. "We've been praying for you," the ginger tabby added.

~~~

With a cold night wind blowing at my wool, the howl of wolves echoing beyond the trees, I angled my ears, listening to instead hear my Shepherd's soft hum.

"I will both lie down and sleep in peace…" With a sigh I settled down and tucked my legs beneath myself, breathing in gratefully as I leaned my weary head against His lap. "For You alone, O my Shepherd, make me dwell in safety."

[sanchoyo]

I’ve always been interested in things like choose your own adventure stories or when community polls choose what happens in a story. Tbh I would love to write one (I know there’s a way to do this on ao3, the choose your own adventure part not the poll one as far as I’m aware) it’s just a matter of 1. Making time to do it 2. Deciding what story/fandom to write it for 🤨