#and my writing mojo is off somehow

[nieceeee]

Can you do a story where ony is a munch (quit pushing me away)

“GIVE ME 10”

Finally got my writing mojo back kinda (still trying to push myself) and I’ve really wanted to start adding more modern au and messages because they are so fun. Let me know if yall like them or not. But heeeeyyyyyy anon😏😘

Thanks for the request baby! I hope this is good enough for you.

PS: Ony’s friends are waiting for him to get on the game but he got a little caught up…

A/N: MDNI, smut, oral fem receiving, fingering, and some other stuff, black coded reader

WC: 748 short and to the point

“Onyyyyyyy.” You groan, manicured nails gripping against his durag. You eyes threaten to roll back into your head as you feel his tongue swipe against your clit. Thick hands gripping either of your thighs, holding your legs apart as the thick pink muscle slurped at your juices repeatedly.

“F-fuuuuuc Ony baby please. Y-your phone.” You whimper underneath him. His phone had been going off nonstop for the past 20 minutes and as much as you tried to focus on the way that he was pleasing you, the constant dinging that rang out in each message was pulling you from your euphoria. You already knew it was his group chat waiting for him. He had mentioned to you earlier that he was going to get on the game later with his boys. Yet he somehow found his way between your legs and all that flew out the window, the dinging falling on deaf ears as he feasted on you.

”Bae- the phone.” You try to pout but it comes out in a breathless moan as you try to push his head. He lifts his head up slightly, gaze narrowed as he meets your eyes. “Try that shit again and I’ll tie your hands above your head. Quit pushing me away.” He growled before lowering his head back between your legs. His authoritative demand doing nothing more but driving you further in a frenzy.

”Oh shit- right there baby.” You cry out as your grip on the back of his head tightens, that familiar ball of fire beginning to burn in your belly. Ony loves the sound you make when he makes you unravel. He flattens his tongue and presses it against your lips, allowing the saliva to drip down to the tip of it, the wetness slipping down to your ass before he swipes his tongue in a zig zag motion all the way up to your clit.

His mouth closes around your swollen bud and he gently pulls it between his lips, the tips of his tongue flicking back and forth against your hood. “Yes pa- fuck.” Your head drops back, pressing against the pillow as your toes curl up. A wave of heat spilling from your belly and moving through every inch of your body as your orgasm threatens to surface. “Ony baby- ‘m close. So fuckin’ close.” You hips buck against his face but his grip tightens around you, forcing you still. He brings his head up spitting onto your clit before slurping the mixture of fluids. The tip of his tongue danced around your clit in circles. You let out a pathetic whine which only pushes him more. The noises you make stroking his ego. His dick hardens with every taste, his tongue moving back down towards your hole as he fucked you with his mouth. “Shit baby, just like that p-please.” Ony’s tongue moves in and out of you as he brings one hand up adding a finger at the same pace. Tongue stroking the upper inside of your pussy as his fingers dive deep on the bottom.

Another ding rings from his phone but you can’t find a reason to care when he has you on teetering on the edge like this. “On-“ “Don’t you dare mention that phone y/n.” He said before dipping right back into his same pattern. Your body jerks against his hold as you feel yourself crash out, juices spurting out of you as he gulps down your wetness.

Heavy breaths leave your chest rising and falling rapidly. You peer down to meet him and your pussy clenches at the sight of your nectar dripping from his chin. “You so fuckin’ sweet.” He groans, dick pulsing in his sweats as his tongue darts out and swipes the taste of you from his lips. You open your mouth to speak but the ring from another message stops you in your tracks. “Onyankopon, if you don't pick that shit up or turn the damn ringer off.” You fuss, lifting up to rest against your elbows. Ony stays hovering above your pussy as his clean hand reaches over to grab his phone. You notice his head lowering back down as he scrolls through the messages. “Ony, what are y-“ your sentence is cut off as his tongue slides against your pussy again, a shudder trailing down your spine.

The warmth of his mouth covers you again as he types out a quick message to send to his friends.

“Give me 10.”

[fuckthemforthis]

And what if... Ne Bi Smel isn't about the kind of cheating we think? What if it's actually about "cheating" the band and especially Kris?

We know the second album consists of more authentic Bojan's experiences, but we also know he once emphasised he never cheated. Yet the song feels highly personal, so...

Rad bi vedel kaj lahko nardim

Da mikro kozmos tvoj nazaj dobim

(I would love to know what I can do

to get your microcosm back)

-> We've noticed, especially lately, Bojan singing these words to Kris directly. We also know it was their creative differences behind pausing the band, and that the band "wasn't really cohesive and harmonious" before the pause. Hence the wondering how to get their little universe back. Both the band's, and Kris'.

Ni besed pravilnih, celo noč sem jih iskal

Razen, da iskreno rečem da neskončno mi je žal

(There are no right words, I've searched for them all night

Besides honestly saying that I'm infinitely sorry)

-> When talking about it, he looks serious and melancholic. And I can imagine him tapping his pen all night when realisation hit him, just to write this, because really, what else can he say? Even with this song, he can't find a way to take away the pain he feels he caused. And he still looks at Kris while singing this part, because again, it was their creative differences and he's possibly putting most blame on himself. Even though it's behind them now and they're stronger for it, it's probably one of the hardest experiences they shared and that bond makes him look at Krisko with all the love.

Čez resnico sem potresu svoj pepel

Večno kriv, nikoli cel

(I sprinkled my ashes over the truth

Eternally guilty, never whole)

-> He repented privately and publicly, maybe even through this song. Without getting back his band and the full depth of the relationship he shared with Kris and the rest, he could never feel whole. Like he said, he realised loneliness and solo career weren't satisfactory for him and repentantly came back.

Vem da ne bi smel, a drugače nisem znal

Ugasniti tišine, bežati od bližine

(I know I shouldn't, but I knew no better way

To turn off the silences, run away from closeness)

-> Even while writing "solo artist appropriate songs", he knew he shouldn't have been doing that. But instead of music, the band's unsynchronization provided silences that haunted him. He needed to turn them off, and rather than working on getting back their mojo and closeness, he chose the seemingly easy way out and ran away from trying.

Rane puščam si odprte, da jih objame sol

Če ne vrneš se domov

(I'm leaving my wounds open for salt to cover them

If you don't come back home)

-> He chose to not only accept - but invite the pain if he doesn't get his band back. The safety of their bond and mutual understanding prior to these mistakes felt like home. His weird ass dynamic with Kris felt like home. And if he somehow couldn't get him to fall back into what they shared, get him to forgive and come home, Bojan wasn't going to try to heal, because he believed he would deserve to suffer.

Izdal te za trenutek lažne sreče

Zdaj pa spet me k tebi vleče

(I betrayed you for a moment of false happiness

But now I'm drawn to you again)

-> He betrayed the band, and most of all Kris for what he though would be his big break and make him happy, but he realised quickly enough it was the opposite - very superficial and not doing it for him. And that is when he was drawn back to where he belonged. Kris playing Gola for him only helped cement it. Their creative differences may have helped put the band on pause, but it was probably only them that also could've - and have - resumed it.

So yeah. This is my headcanon now. Anyway...

[harrisonarchive]

Footage from an interview for MTV, December 1988.

Song spotlight: “End Of The Line” — “I loved End Of The Line. I remember the day [George] wrote it. He had started it off on the piano. And we all kind of sat in a group. His enthusiasm was very contagious.” - Tom Petty, Rolling Stone, January 17, 2002 “[Roy’s] funeral was only about a day before the [‘End Of The Line’] video. But we just tried to go on and hope that we did him justice. And it turned out to be a curious song for the next single, you know, ‘the end of the line.’ But I think it — you write these songs and then it’s funny how events come down, and later on when you hear the song it can mean so much more than when you were writing it.” - Tom Petty, BBC Radio 2 “Sort of like Carl Perkins says on a lot of his songs, ‘Well, it’s alright.’ If you’re gonna be an optimist then it’s gotta be alright. If you happen to be a peg-legged old pirate who’s trying to make a Wilbury album, it’s still alright.” - George Harrison, Genesis Publications “I’m seven years younger than them. They’re like my older brothers. I was telling a friend of mine the other day how odd it is that I never sought out any of those people, any of my heroes. Somehow the ones that really matter to me, I got to become really good friends with. It’s embarrassing. I never mention my friends to people because they think I’m bragging, but it is kind of cool. And I’ve always been upfront with them about how cool I think it is. They’ve been a big help to me in many ways. Especially George because he’s been through all this. I don’t have an older brother, and he’s always been there to advise me” - Tom Petty, Mojo, May 1999 “George was the kind of guy who wasn't going to leave until he hugged you for five minutes and told you how much he loved you. We knew where we stood with each other.” - Tom Petty, Rolling Stone, January 17, 2002 (x)

[alishaaxo]

after being on a mega long asoiaf writing streak, i havent written for a full 24 hours and i think ive lost my mojo 😭😭

istg i need to push thru and make more chapters of my rhaenyra time travel fic cos i need a smart rhaenyra who actually plays the “game of thrones”

like i love rhaenyra but she was too impulsive and did not think about her actions at all which led her only option to be to birth bastards (she at least couldve found a valyrian guy somehow tho)

if rhae was smart and a bit willing to be evil, she shouldve spread rumours about alicent and aegon being a bastard causing viserys’ hasty remarriage with her. alicent’s team spread rumours about her and literally have 2 major spy networking ppl with them, yet rhaenyra had NO CONNECTIONS!!

no connections regarding spys,r rumours wnd smallfolk but also barely any connections with nobility except for the velaryons but that was only the main line cos vaemond + i assume more, were pissed at her. and corlys and rhaenys alliance with rhae wasn’t even that strong because of the rumours she orchestrated laenor’s death, and marrying daemon like two mins after laenas death. like girl u seriously did the deed with him ON THE FUNERAL OF HIS WIFE 😭😭

rhaenyra fully expected that just because of her being called heir, that people would accept her but then is also fully aware that people undermine womens authority and don’t want her. she saw how the hightowers and lannisters treated her and these are major houses with influence so she should’ve had ideas on how to stand her ground as heir. she did nothing exc run off to dragonstone after alicent’s team spread rumours of her. she should’ve just asked viserys “can i be ur hand/regent since ur ill and i want to learn my duties as future queen”

[purplevortexx]

Five More Nights

summary: you wait for Rooster to come home for Christmas (based off one more sleep by Leona Lewis)

pairing: established!Rooster x Reader

warnings: none

words: 909

a/n: fic born from an idea from @call-sign-jinx - thank you Jenn for helping me get my rooster mojo back ready for chap 4 of EPBAR! Enjoy and as always, feedback is always appreciated

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When you get the message that Rooster will be home in 5 days, just in time for Christmas, you couldn’t be more excited. He calls you, all excited about spending Christmas Day with you at home. When he ends the call with “I’ll be with you real soon,” you hug your phone to your chest and smile widely. But somehow, after that phone call, you miss him even more. The last five days, you feel even more alone waiting on him to come home.

With five sleeps to go, you head to bed and if possible, it seems even emptier than it has all these months he’s been gone. You sigh and root through your dresser until you find a shirt that smells sufficiently like him. You climb back under the covers, humming in content as the warm blankets envelope you, shielding you from the late December chill. You bring the shirt to your nose, inhaling Roosters scent and as you look up, you catch sight of the picture that sits on your bedside table of you both grinning and gazing into each other’s eyes. “Just five more nights of sleeping on my own,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to your hand and pressing it to the frame before you fall into slumber.

❅

When you wake up, it’s four days until you’ll see your beloved Rooster again and you start to get excited. Even though you’ve already put the tree up in the living room, it’s still bare. Admittedly, you’d been optimistic not decorating the tree, hoping that Rooster would be here to decorate it with you before Christmas. You decide to organise the decorations ready to do it together with Bradley- it is his favourite part of the festive season after all.

It’s only later on, when you’re sat on the couch, looking at the boxes of decorations lined up neatly by the tree next to the presents, the fact that you’re still alone sets back in. You sigh into your mug of gingerbread hot chocolate and mutter to yourself, “four more days until you’re coming home,” whilst staring wistfully at the undecked mass of pine towering in your living room.

❅

With three days to go until Rooster’s arrival, the day brings you tiring yourself out with chores around the house. Whilst cleaning you come across some mistletoe which must’ve fallen out of one of the boxes yesterday. Smiling softly, you hold it up to inspect it, fondly remembering all the past Christmas kisses you and Bradley have shared underneath it. As always, you hang it up in the doorway of the kitchen, nodding in satisfaction when you do so.

That night and for each night until Rooster arrives, you dream of him and mistletoe.

❅

Two days before Rooster is scheduled to get home, you receive a text from the man himself.

‘Hey baby, almost home! Can’t wait to spend Christmas with you. Check in the back of our picture in the bedroom for a surprise. I love you - B’

You swoon at the message, falling in love with him all over again even if it is through the screen. Giggling like a little schoolgirl, you rush upstairs to the framed picture on your bedside cabinet and pick it up. You inspect it, realising the glass of the frame is slightly dirty and smudged from you pressing kisses to it over these past months. Shrugging, you turn the frame over, noticing a folded piece of paper taped to the back. Carefully you unstick the paper and unfold it to reveal a note from Bradley.

‘For my favourite person, I love you. Not long now and we’ll be together again. Yours - B <3’

A tear of happiness slides down your cheek. You weren’t a stranger to Rooster’s little love notes, he usually writes some for you to find whilst he’s away. You’d thought you found most of them by the end of the second month he was gone- you always told him when you found them - but obviously not.

Your chest fills with warmth as you realise the text and this note are just two more reasons why you love him so.

❅

Then suddenly, it’s one more sleep. Only one more sleep until Rooster comes home. You’re bouncing with excitement when you crawl into bed, elated with the knowledge he’ll be there with you tomorrow. It takes a lot but you manage to fall asleep, exhausted from the last five days of preparing for his homecoming.

When you wake you instinctively turn over but instead of being met by half a cold mattress, you hand slides over something warm. You hun in content, nuzzling closer to the warmth you feel under your fingertips in you half asleep state. You hear a low chuckle and feel a warm press of a kiss to your crown which makes you flutter your eyes open. “Hey, sweet girl.”

“Mmmmm,” you say, sleepily. “Hey baby, missed you.” You greet, moving just enough to press a kiss to his chest. You go to sit up further to properly welcome him home but he voiced his refusal.

“You stay right there honey, we’ve got plenty of time.” He leans down again to press another kiss to you head. I’ll be with you all Christmas long.”

You smile sleepily in response before grabbing his arm to pull around your body.

‘All Christmas long’ you really like the sound of that.

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[devirnis]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday

tagged by @giddyupbuck @disasterbuckdiaz @eowon @wildlife4life @try-set-me-on-fire @alyxmastershipper 😙

I really want to finish one more thing before I head off to Europe in a couple weeks and completely mess up my writing mojo. will it happen? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ in the meantime, here’s more from Buck & Bobby trapped fic

Buck must read the shock and horror on Bobby’s face because he’s suddenly scrambling to explain. “I’m sorry, Bobby, I’m really sorry, but there’s nothing you can do, I didn’t want you to worry –”

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, this kid. Bobby casts his eyes skyward. On one hand, he kind of gets it – there’s not a lot they can do trapped here with nothing to work with, and now Bobby’s focus is going to be split between trying to find a way out and worrying over Buck. But Bobby still wants to grab Buck by his suspenders and shake him a little for even considering for a second that it would somehow be beneficial to hide a life-threatening injury.

And Buck was trying to walk around with it.

“I’m not mad,” Bobby says, trying to soothe Buck’s panic. “I’m not mad, okay? But I need you to lie down.”

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[exsqueezememacaroni]

"ugggggggghhhhhhhh we're not alone makes me so happy, I love mike's vocals and his little fucking noises and loud af BREATHE OUT BREATHE IN"

The vocals in this song are so different from each other that it sounds like at least 3 people singing... I played it for my mom and she thought the opening verse was a woman lol

"and ok, for some reason i'm super obsessed with the tiny beep at the start of Mojo???"

For some reason this song doesn't appeal to me, idk, but in fact the noises he makes in this are kinda cute(?) I don't know how to describe it, but let's talk about caipirinha, don't even trip and kill the dj, because these are the best (and anyone who disagrees is wrong)

"AND whenever I'm running I like to imagine the love story that Mike alludes to for Five Seconds? something something - like an EMT trying to save someone's life and in that intensity they're the only two people in the universe to each other ?”

I always thought it was about masturbation(?) don't ask me why, but every song Mike writes I need to listen to without stopping to pay attention to the lyrics, otherwise I'll automatically go: "this one is definitely about masturbation" lol There are some verses in this song that make me think it's one person masturbating thinking about the other giving heads 🤷🏻‍♀️

AND LET'S TALK ABOUT THE PONY COVER??? I'm completely in love with this one... I don't know if it's part of a show he did with Peeping Tom, but I know it's with Rhazel, and it's simply magnificent, I have no words to describe how good that shit was 😩

The vocals in this song are so different from each other that it sounds like at least 3 people singing… I played it for my mom and she thought the opening verse was a woman lol

classic mike - even after all this time it baffles me how easily and beautifully he can switch between them during live performances. also, I still love when Mike thought he was a soprano singer during that interview😂😂😂

tbh Mojo isn't my fave on the album or anything (but it definitely rates higher than Celebrity Death Match, which I hope we can all agree is the weakest song), but for some reason that little tiny beep sound makes it for me (it's not a vocal, it's a literal beep)...it's silly...also the line "there's blood on the ceiling, the carpet" like....Mike...you're not that hardcore man, chill (said with so much love) AND YES HIS LITTLE GRUNTS LOL I LOVE THEM.

yes yes yes to Don't Even Trip, hell yes to Caipirinha and Kill the DJ. The latter two are so much fun, along with How U Feelin? They're just so silly and you can tell how much Mike trusts Dan the Automator with his sound. Don't Even Trip is sometimes my fave song (and sometimes it's Five Seconds)...it's gonna sound funny, but there's something about how unfortunately awkward the lyrics are that somehow really endears the song to me??? Like I never in a million years would I ever think Mike could pull off "be jumpin" as a verb...and he can't....and i love it...because it's saved by the heartbreaking sincerity in the line "you're just a piece of shit, but I can overlook it today"

Ok, I think I need to read the lyrics to Five Seconds...lol...hold on... mmmmm.....nah.....I stand by my interpretation, ahahah (but agree to disagree)...as an example "choking on my ABCs all night" to me refers to that first aid thing - ABC: airway, breathing, circulation - when you're trying to revive someone who's unconscious "You are the air that I breathe! The counting of the chest pumps), and then also refers to the awkwardness of infatuation, when you're so preoccupied with someone that you stumble over the little things. I mean...I might be too literal about it, but I just like the idea of Mike feeling a certain way about the mixture of horror and love and cinematic drama of falling love with a person who is actively dying and someone nearly dead having to choose between sweet release and clawing their way back for the person administering CPR.

THE PONY COVER OMG we don't even need to talk....we all just need to watch this right. now. If you're reading this, stop, watch this:

(I think this was just in Patton x Rahzel shows, but I could be wrong)

[flightofaqrow]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

✿ NAME:    Ray!

✿ PRONOUNS:    she/her/hers

✿ PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION:   tags on posts, tumblr IM moving to discord

✿ NAME OF MUSE(S):

[inactive]: Minako Arisato ( @orokana-riko ), Robin ( @invisibleimpossibilities ), Basilio ( @feroxiox )

[other active]: Robyn Hill ( @trickshottruths ), Briar Rieka ( @hopeandharmonizing​ )

✿ EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): Since Sailor Moon was showing on Toonami in the USA and that was the only way you could see it. A long time.

✿ PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: yahoo forums, other forum board, AIM, tumblr, discord

✿ BEST EXPERIENCE: I always talk about the Persona stuff, let’s do something different. I was part of a small group in the FE rpc that helped organize some comm-wide events including volleyball tournaments, masquerade balls, muse auctions, zombie invasions, hedge mazes. It was always a good time.

✿ RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS:  I’ve been waiting for the pet peeve word to come up, because it’s not a deal breaker or something I super judge, but just a little peeve? yes: too many memes that put the burden of writing/creativity on the sender (make up your own question, send a nightmare, send a reaction to x, etc) like ‘send a kiss’ things are fine because ship fuel usually has extra reserves, poking for headcanons/meta/ships sometimes is fine bc you just want to open it up to hear what people think. but for the most part you’re the one posting the meme, you’re the one with the drive, you’re the one asking for interaction. Make it easy. Like, I want to interact and indulge, but If I have to do more than send a symbol or copy/paste a phrase when I’m already working on other drafts or tired and lurking, that just seems unfair. Especially if there’s a bunch like that in a row or every day.

Dealbreakers are too much vagueblogging, constant negativity that vastly overtakes regular interactions, not respecting my headcanons/boundaries.

✿ FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT:  Blood, tears, and orgasms fuel my soul. But I’m up for anything that helps the muses develop, explores some depth or expression of character. If you’re willing to do some development first, then fluff in between can be fun too. (Also fluffy/soft/slice of life topics can still have development, in which case I wouldn’t consider them “fluff” threads.)

✿ PLOTS OR MEMES:    both. usually the best comes from a meme that kicks off some plotting. I don’t always have the brainspace for big plots these days, but some context and tentative direction for the thread is always good.

✿ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES:  I’ve done both. One-liners are rare and usually silly bouncing with muses already developed together. I can’t do full rps that way. I can get up to 1000-2000 words in replies, but lately just been loving the ~300-500 word medium length.

✿ BEST TIME TO WRITE: When I have the house to myself, which is usually only a few days a week and about to get less once I start work again lmao. In an ideal world, I would wake up, watch/listen/read some stuff/ catch up on the dash for inspo then churn some stuff out. Maybe take a break then repeat the process. Rare are the days responsibilities don’t break that up somehow. Such is life. I usually have more writing energy when other people are around on the dash or discord. Keeps the juices flowing and feels less like screaming into the void. Gotta agree with Shrimpy that sometimes the opposite extreme of everyone being quiet the whole time can help focus, though (if I have enough mojo to start in the first place). 

✿ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): I think we all fit our perceptions, values, pieces of ourselves in our muses somehow. That said, I am not very much like qrow except for some of those shared values (dislike of mainstream and propriety, caring about people, depth of emotion/sentimentality, some empathy) and maybe some trauma responses lmao. I’m not a 40 year old unlucky alcoholic fighter uncle man who travels the world and works with secret clubs. Although, we Qrow muns seem to agree some extra Misfortune slips into our lives since taking on this muse. The Qrow Curse (affectionate).

tagged by:  @lupusmatra <3

tagging: @the-gray-maiden​ @slaughtermachine @clockwork---heart 

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 112

Swan Song

“Swan Song”

Plot Description: with the apocalypse looming in a showdown between good and evil, Sam and Dean realize they are out of options

Can we take a moment to appreciate that there’s an episode called Swan Song a THIRD of the way through the series. I know the lore is that this was supposed to be the series finale, but like…….there’s TEN MORE SEASONS

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: would I survive writing? Or drinking beer? I think so…yeah.

Dean speaking for ever shorter older sibling calling Sam overgrown. Thank you, Dean

God…maybe I was wrong about surviving the first five minutes because I’m dying rn just watching it

Omg…I can’t with them. Sam’s trying to make Dean promise not to try to bring him back if they actually get Lucifer back in the cage in Sam’s body

How DARE they make me laugh by making Cas lie in the worst and fakest way but because Sam asked him to

Hold on, how do you drink FOUR GALLONS of demon blood and not have to pee EVEN A LITTLE immediately after. I’m asking the real questions here

Cool cool cool, now Lucifer’s got the keys to his cage. Good job, boys

No Dean, not with the tears. I can’t handle it

No. I’m sorry. You don’t get to just tell Sam that he felt out of place in his own family when it was your fault and your dad’s that he felt that way in the first place

That’s so unfair to Sam that he’s been yanked around by demons his whole life

Oh…sure. Literally rip them apart. Why not??

The Chuck interludes are so jarring. Everything is going to shit in real-time, but his prose is so peaceful.

Imagine if you could just call god on your cellphone and reach him on his landline…that would be fuckin wild

But like…WHY DO YOU have to do this??? Oh cool. *I* am asking the same questions Lucifer is. Awesome

So…my brain? Can’t turn off the part that wants to compare this to last year’s Todobros showdown. It’s um…it’s certainly something. It doesn’t totally match up nicely(/not really at all except that it’s two brothers fighting because of an overbearing yet somehow absentee father. Their sentiments get muddled)

I didn’t realize “Hey, Assbutt!” was this close to happening…RIP for now to both Michael and Castiel

Bobby, no. The colt doesn’t work on the devil…you just got yourself fucking killed

This is extremely hard to watch (Lucifer beating the shit out of Dean in Sam’s body)

Oh…this montage of all the times they shared in the impala that give Sam the strength to fight off Lucifer for even a minute. It’s just long enough to open the cage back up.

Bye, Adam. Sorry Sam and Dean left you down there for the rest of the series

Cas got his angel mojo back. Dean asking if Cas is god…there are thoughts I cannot grasp

Aw and Bobby’s back

Chuck writing about how hard it is to end a story and how fans will always bitch about loose ends. AMAZING

This would have been a very powerful and really touching but so sad series finale.

“Nothing ever really ends, does it?” Is the truest statement about this show to ever be said, and I can’t believe it’s IN the show

Mmmmmm, and now our first look at soulless Sammy

“Been On My Mind…”: I mean…Dean does go to Lisa’s at the end as he promised Sam he’d do

[honestgrins]

klaroline prompt from tumblr - "The girl playing your wife went home early today and I’m her understudy so I guess I’m your wife now haha why are you looking at me like that au"

I don’t know how I feel about this one, and I hope I did the prompt justice. Thanks for the prompt, Anon!

Drama Queen || Klaroline

“Forbes!”

Caroline perked up from her stretches to find the student director waiting impatiently. If there was one thing every freshman knew in Whitmore’s Drama Department, it was that Katherine Pierce hated to be kept waiting. Gunning to be a star one day, Caroline wasn’t about to disappoint her program’s dictator. She scrambled to stand, anxiously picking at her dance leggings as discreetly as she could. “Yes?”

“Lucy needs a rest day and Nora has a test tonight so she can’t understudy,” Katherine explained in a bored voice. “You’re on for Belle if you can fit the costume.”

“I can!” Caroline’s neck hurt from the force of her enthusiastic nod, but she thought it was a bit more dignified than clapping in her joy. Most underclassmen competed for the chorus spots, and she had been lucky enough to understudy for actual bit parts in that semester’s production of ‘Beauty and the Beast.’ To take the lead, even only for a night, would be a major opportunity. “Absolutely, I’m ready.”

Pinning her with an unimpressed stare, Katherine tilted her head. “We’ll find out in rehearsal,” she warned. “Klaus has already scared off the first two girls I asked this morning. Because of that, I need you to get to wardrobe ASAP then to choreography. I’ll be expecting you to have the routines down before vocal warm-up at four o'clock.”

As the director turned on her heel to check the other rehearsal rooms, Caroline wilted. Klaus Mikaelson was a legend in the department, more for his grumpy commitment to method acting than his onstage presence, which was plenty legendary on its own. Most people expected him to pull a Brad Pitt and head off to Hollywood one semester short of graduation - but no, he was finishing off his senior year as the Beast.

Boy, was that an apt casting.

Being in the chorus, the only time Caroline really saw Klaus was onstage or during full rehearsals. Apparently, his need to foster and channel the Beast even out of performance had him shut away from everyone in the cast. What she did see, however, was always intense and a little self-important. From what some of the older girls said, Gaston would have been a more natural fit for the dramatic ladies man he usually was. To be playing opposite as his love interest? Caroline was more than a little intimidated.

“What’s wrong?” Bonnie asked when Caroline returned to the chorus warm-up to grab her things. “You’re white as a sheet.”

“I’ve got to do a wardrobe check for Belle, I’m filling in tonight,” she said, her voice weak with trepidation.

Bonnie refused the blonde’s earlier restraint and bounced happily on her toes. “Care, that’s amazing!”

“Klaus Mikaelson is going to eat me alive.”

Snorting, Bonnie covered her mouth at Caroline’s pout. “From what Greta had to say about their fling last semester, you’ll probably enjoy it. Twice.”

Caroline fought a laugh, though her expression did pinch in discomfort. “TMI, Bon, and that’s not going to happen.” It wasn’t for a lack of appreciation, the man was hot. But her last boyfriend had been hot, too - until she found him sexting an ex-girlfriend on a date with her. “I’ve had my fill of fuckboys this year. I really don’t need to be the latest notch on the jerk’s belt.”

“So you say,” Bonnie teased. “The Caroline I know would have that bad boy wrapped around her finger before the show is even over tonight.”

Shaking her head, Caroline smiled indulgently. “Yeah, yeah,” she sighed. “I’ve got to get going before Kat notices-”

“Forbes!”

Caroline rolled her eyes, quickening her pace to the wardrobe department. Anxiety aside, she couldn’t let this chance pass her by.

After a hard hour of choreography practice and vocal runs, Caroline was jittery with nerves as she was laced into Belle’s petticoats for a mini dress rehearsal with the Beast himself. Katherine had very unhelpfully described the exact conditions that caused the first two girls she approached to run screaming from the opportunity, and all the ways her big break could go wrong constantly ran through her mind.

“Relax,” the director ordered, picking up the iconic blue dress Caroline would be wearing for most of the night. “Klaus is just a drama queen, no different than yourself when the costume almost didn’t fit.”

Caroline cringed as her minor fit came back to mind; if that was what she had to expect, then maybe she should be scared. “My ego can handle the needling and temper, but will he really drop me during dances if I don’t meet his standards?”

“Only during rehearsal.”

“Helpful,” Caroline muttered, smoothing the skirts along her legs. Her chest raised with a deep breath. “Okay, let’s get this over with.”

Katherine smirked. “I knew I liked you.”

Giving her best pageant queen smile in return, Caroline’s eyes were decidedly cool. “Glad it only took you three tries to find the right understudy, then.”

“Don’t push it, Forbes,” the director warned, though her smile didn’t falter. “I just can’t wait to see how you handle Klaus.”

Caroline swallowed at the implicit threat. Back straight and chin high, however, she strode out of the room to finally face the Beast; weakness would not be tolerated.

Irritation buzzed around him like a mosquito, and Klaus knew he was testing the limits of his commitment to the character. When Katherine explained about the casting change for that night, it took everything in him not to lash out. Still, he realized his bad reaction might have been harsh to the poor girls meant to be filling in. Sent to his reserved dressing room for most of the afternoon, Katherine warned him to work out his anger before she brings the next Belle to work with him.

Lucy might have hated him, but at least she was used to his mood swings; Klaus pitied the understudy paired with his Beast.

“Oh, stop pouting,” Bekah snapped, working on the seams of his costume. His baby sister had happily played the nepotism card for internship credit in the wardrobe department, and she was probably the only person left in the building that wouldn’t completely avoid his act. “The self-loathing thing is your character’s worst trait, and it’s even worse compounded with your surly attitude. Get over yourself and try on this coat.”

Rolling his eyes, Klaus shrugged into the costume. He obediently stood still as Rebekah pulled at the lapels to straighten the lines, until a knock at the door distracted them both. “I want you onstage in one minute to run through the dance with tonight’s Belle,” Katherine called from the hallway. “You’ve burned through two already, and I’m out of time to prepare another. Make it work, Mikaelson.”

“Ugh,” Rebekah groaned. “What does Elijah see in her?”

Klaus just grunted in disapproval, sweeping out of the room to leave Rebekah pondering their brother’s love life. A part of him wanted to refuse the new girl just to spite Katherine, but their rivalry wasn’t worth ruining the entire night’s performance. He never knew who might be in the audience, especially as agents had been reaching out over the course of his final semester, hungry for an awarded up-and-comer. As he approached the stage, Klaus could only hope he actually had chemistry with the last-minute understudy.

The performance hall was almost deserted; the crew was probably grabbing a quick dinner before making final adjustments. A blonde woman practicing her choreographed steps was the only other soul around, and Klaus watched as the skirts swirled around her ankles. She was a bit robotic in her movements, clearly focused on landing them precisely. Her exacting frown endeared Klaus to the girl he thought he recognized from the chorus, and he felt drawn to join her.

Moving quietly, Klaus stalked toward her from behind and carefully watched each step she made. Just as she was about to turn, he grabbed her hand and twirled her into his arms. Her eyes widened as he continued their dance, and he rather got the impression she wanted to stomp on his toes for surprising her. Still, she fell into step with him, running her hand along his shoulder to settle against his neck.

Had he been wearing his Beast head, her hand would have appeared to intimately twine into his fur. Without the barrier, he could easily feel the stroke of her finger on his bare skin. It was a natural connection between their characters, and Klaus sensed the chemistry he had been hoping for.

Pulling her into the sweeping waltz, he couldn’t take his eyes off hers. With each turn he lead her into, a new spark would appear in her green eyes: confusion, an urge for control, or - his favorite - pure delight as he twirled her once more. She felt right against him, her hand fitting perfectly inside his. Blonde curls whipped around her shoulders and hit his neck.

Klaus itched to draw the breathless smile she gives on the final dip, her chest heaving that he could feel each gasp from the hand that held her up. He towered over her a moment too long, which she likely noticed when her eyebrows furrowed with tension. Coughing, Klaus raised her back to a standing position, his hand still lingering on her waist for no other reason than he didn’t want to stop touching her. He pulled back as though burned by the realization.

“Well, hi,” the blonde laughed, brushing her hair out of her face. “I’m Caroline, the understudy. Guess I’m your Beauty for tonight. Ugh, that sounded gross, but you know what I mean,” she babbled. When he didn’t say, she looked up in question. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Letting his face go slack, Klaus just nodded as he turned on his heel to stride away.

Caroline watched him go, a frustrated confusion overwhelming her.

Slow claps from backstage distracted her, however, from the infuriating man who just left their surprisingly charged rehearsal. Turning, she found Katherine smirking at her again. “What?”

“I’m congratulating myself for choosing well,” she gloated. “You really got under his skin.”

“Oh,” Caroline huffed without humor. “So that was the Beast I’ve been hearing so much about?”

Katherine shook her head. “Honey, that wasn’t the Beast. That was all Klaus. It’s about time someone broke his method ass, I was about to kill him. He’s inhuman enough as it is.”

With her skin still humming from their dance, Caroline wasn’t so sure.

Klaus stormed into his dressing room. The blood buzzed in his veins, and he needed to do…something. His thoughts were too frazzled for him to settle on a course of action.

Of course, he had forgotten his dressing room wasn’t empty for a bit of self-evaluation. Without looking up from her stitches, Rebekah sneered, “Are you going to scare this one off, too?”

“Leave me be,” he ordered.

Despite the grumbling fuss his sister put up, Klaus was pleased when she went without throwing so much as a shoe. She still had a parting barb as she dropped the costume she had been working on, though. “A little appreciation would be nice, Nik.”

The sentiment clicked for him, even if it would be directed in a different direction than Rebekah had hoped.

He pulled out his phone to look up the number for a florist. “Yes, hello,” he said when the call connected. “I’d like a bouquet for delivery, Whitmore Drama Department after seven p.m. Red roses in full bloom.”

He hears the florist typing, his heart beating oddly in his chest. “Anything for the card, sir?”

Thinking for a moment, Klaus licked his lips before answering. “'Thank you for the dance, Caroline.’”

[goodomenslady]

Good Omens Fic Rec List 19

A collection of human/demon AUs. Aziraphale as a priest being tempted by demon Crowley is a popular theme! Enjoy these selections.

1. In the House of My Father by @entanglednow Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/34490506 Rating:  E Word Count:  12,158 (one-shot)

Father Aziraphale is summoned to the estate of Lord Gabriel, and is confronted with an imprisoned demon, Crowley, from whom he has been ordered to extract information, and to clean up the demon's wounds sustained from nightly torture. He knows he shouldn't pity this creature from Hell, but he can't help but feel that Lord Gabriel's methods to be rather extreme. Crowley seems able to heal from the wounds dealt to him nightly, but Aziraphale finds it impossible to remain aloof, and once Crowley starts appearing in his dreams, he finds himself drawn ever deeper into a forbidden relationship. As Gabriel increasingly demands answers to his questions, the pressure on Aziraphale mounts until he is driven to make a choice.

2. A State of Bliss by @janara7 Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39295611 Rating:  E Word Count: 10,849 (one-shot)

This fic features the lads from Radio Omens. Aziraphale is a writer who's had enormous success with his first book, but now he simply can't get his next one off the ground. The publishers are putting pressure on him. And then he's approached by a stranger named Crowley, who reveals that he's a demon who can help Aziraphale out. But he doesn't want his soul. In exchange for sex, Crowley will get rid of that pesky writer's block. Aziraphale is appalled at first, but the deadline is looming ever closer, and once Crowley gives him a little taste of unfettered creativity the likes of which Aziraphale's never experienced, his resolve starts to waver. This fic is HOT. Great slow build-up of pressure as Aziraphale struggles to get back his writing mojo on his own, but with his publishers breathing down his neck and Crowley sauntering across his path every so often, this is some serious temptation.

3. Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned (And I Plan to do it Again) by HidingInTheInkwell Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/21609598 Rating:  E Word Count:  15,355 (7/7 chapters, complete)

Aziraphale is a deacon who does his best, but somehow it never seems to be enough for his superior, Gabriel, who is continually criticizing his looks and actions. Until he encounters Crowley who, although a demon and a creature he knows he ought to shun, is the only one who truly sees Aziraphale and his worth. CW for physical and emotional abuse.

4. The Bargain by @holycatsandrabbits and PrimeBubbleLad Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39097902 Rating:  E Word Count:  3,986 (one-shot)

Aziraphale is a lonely librarian who becomes rather smitten with a demon in one of his books, and decides to summon him for...companionship. Crowley fulfills his secret yearnings, he's confident and dominating, yet kind too, and considerate of Aziraphale's feelings, and he discovers that he really likes it when Crowley takes charge.  This was fun to read, with a little twist at the end that deepened the feels. Includes some most excellent art!

5. The Serpent's Dreams: A Thief in the King's Garden and Other Tales by siderism Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/39425421 Rating:  E Word Count:  4,782 (one-shot)

Aziraphale finds an intriguing old book at an estate sale, filled with erotic stories and paintings of a beautiful red-haired man. The front of the book is full of the names of previous owners, with one space left for one more name. As he reads a chapter each night, he begins having vivid dreams, all of which feature the lovely man from the book, who for some reason seems quite keen that Aziraphale ought to sign his name. CW for possible dubcon, though that's more in relation to Aziraphale's soul rather than the steamy acts these two get up to.

6. Come in, father by DarkHedgehog Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/34805665 Rating:  E Word Count:  2,758 (one-shot)

Father Aziraphale has been invited to the house of a wealthy man, Crowley, one dark night, where his faith is challenged. With his skillful musicianship, his every smirk and knowing word, Crowley knows exactly the effect he's having on Aziraphale, and he won't take no for an answer. CW for dubious consent.

7. How To Catch a Demon by @holycatsandrabbits Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/26512651 Rating:  E Word Count:  11,374 (3/3 chapters, complete)

Aziraphale is a college student who works in a bookstore next to Anathema's occult shop. He's a skeptic of all things supernatural, and loves debating about the existence of ghosts,  demons, and other entities with Anathema, which makes it a bit challenging for his boyfriend Crowley, who happens to be an actual demon. Not that Crowley minds Aziraphale's skepticism exactly, as it keeps things interesting, but it does mean hiding who he really is. Until the day he and Aziraphale walk into Anathema's shop in the middle of a hold-up, and Crowley takes action against the robbers.  A fun, sexy tale featuring a mischievous Aziraphale and naga Crowley.

8. Ekstasis by @wargoddess9 and @zadusk Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/34496314 Rating:  E Word Count:  58,057 (16/16 chapters, complete)

Many years ago Aziraphale gave up his vocation as a priest for the love of a demon. Being with Crowley has extended his lifespan by a miraculous amount, but he's still only human, and now he's passed away. In the midst of insurmountable grief, Crowley's only goal is to be reunited with his love, wherever his soul has gone. The question remains, though:  has Aziraphale gone to Heaven, as would be right for a person as good and kind as he is? Or has he been sentenced to Hell, for daring to love a demon? This fic is a rollercoaster of emotions, of despair and grief and hope, as both Crowley and Aziraphale remember their long life together and become ever more determined to find their way back to each other. Includes some truly gorgeous art!

[mercurygray]

Could you do "a touch when they are afraid." for Phoenix and Bob, especially if it's the WWII AU, but just generally is great too. I love your Phoenix and Bob.

Sorry this took so long, Kind Anonymous Friend! I sort of lost my drabble writing mojo for a bit.

I decided that I figured that for the 1940s AU version of the movie's mission, they'd be destroying a heavy water plant in Norway, and to do that, they'd either need to be taking off from Scotland, or getting on a carrier in the North Sea. RAF Grimsetter was a real airbase, in the far north of Scotland.

The name should have given them an idea where they were headed.

"Hell of a name," Javy said, hefting his bag onto his shoulder as they walked out onto the tarmac. "Grimsetter."

But it was grim, at least the way Bob understood the word - a dark place for dark things. The sky was always overcast, and there was a constant sheen of rain in the air. Everyone here walked huddled up against the cold and the wind and the damp, no one smiling, hardly speaking.

It didn't take too long for them to take up the same habit - even Hangman quieted down and drank his pint of plain without too much in the way of jokes. (It said something, too, when even he did not respond to the flash and smile of the barmaid, a girl of twenty with red hair in ringlets and an eye to the main chance.)

It was cold, in the ops room, despite the heater and his fleece-lined jacket - there was a letter from his mother that he ought to answer, and a novel that he ought to finish reading, and a map of the fjord and the heavy water plant that he ought to study, but Bob Floyd wasn't interested in any of it. He was too busy watching the rain.

It had different rhythms, the rain of Grimsetter - some days tight and staccato, some days leisurely. Today it was persistant, smaller drops that took their time sliding down the window pane. Bob was following one drop down the window as it snaked and swallowed the others, when he felt a hand on his shoulder and nearly jumped out of his chair.

It was Natasha. "Something on your mind?" she asked, not bothering with a chair, and Bob suddenly felt smaller, somehow, that he was seen to be worrying like this. Aviators didn't worry. Aviators took whatever came at them, and to hell with all of it.

But Natasha knew him better than that. She'd know if he were lying.

He nodded out the window, at the gray skies and the gray runways and the gray hangars. "How are we supposed to take off in this?" How are we supposed to fly in this? How are we supposed to see where the plant is, where the bombs are supposed to fall? How are we going to get home after?

She shrugged and smiled. "Same way we always do - front wheels first and windscreens down." She rubbed his shoulder, and for the first time all day, he felt warm there, underneath her hand. "Besides," she added, still smiling. "That's for me to worry about, not you. You just keep your mind on those bombs. I'll get us where we need to go." She gave his shoulder a pat, reassuring and firm. "We'll be fine, Bob. We're always fine."

Are we? Bob thought to himself. But the drops continued sliding down the window pane, and the rain kept falling, just like it had done this morning and would continue doing tomorrow on the perspex of their canopies. No use fighting it, she might have said. We've got other things to fight.

[scoutdoesstuff]

in an attempt to get my writing mojo back, i'm going to do something slightly insane. i've ordered a month long tea sampler pack where i get a different flavor of tea to drink every single day for the month of august. on top of expanding my tea flavor horizons, i'm also going to write somewhere between 500-1000 words based on whatever that tea is named. (i briefly thought about doing drabbles but i'm ... very bad at being succinct). today's tea was called peach.

Dean has a great ass.

It’s the first part of him that Castiel saw the day that they’d met. He’d been frazzled, exhausted, and desperate to be done with his car troubles for at least awhile, but found himself pulling up short at the gorgeous line of man bent over the engine of Castiel’s deeply untrustworthy and overpriced luxury sedan.

It was the dead of summer and so hot even the bugs were sticking to the shade, which explained why the Adonis in front of Castiel had forgone the coveralls most mechanics seemed to wear and was dressed simply in jeans, a t-shirt and work boots. At high noon, sweat was beginning to gather at the base of his spine and around his shoulders, making his shirt cling to the curves and contours of his deeply muscled back. The shirt left little the imagination, but as he bent over to take a better look at something towards the back of the engine block, the shirt grew somehow even more form fitting and rode up to reveal a small strip of warm, summer tanned skin at the small of his back.

Castiel knew he was ogling at this point, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from following the line of sweat and muscle along the stranger’s back to its inevitable conclusion when the man bent over the hood further. The man’s broad shoulders tapered down to a slim waist and a gorgeous, curvy ass. The heat was brutal but it made the man’s jeans cling to his lower half like a second skin, showing off the perky globes of the man’s behind. Castiel had never understood why people used the peach emoji to talk about someone’s ass. Now he did.

Castiel didn’t often want — it was something that had been ordered out of him at a young by his family’s inflexible rules and expectations — but he could feel the beginnings of heat curling in his belly as he watched this man work on his sad excuse of an Audi. He wanted to touch this man, follow the beads of sweat down this man’s back with his mouth, feel how the breath shuddered in and out of the man’s chest as Castiel palmed his ass and fucked him hard towards a white hot climax where the man forgot any other word other than “please”.

Castiel took a deep drink of the free coffee he’d been offered by the shockingly tall man behind the auto shop’s counter. It was awful. But it did it’s job in that it forced Castiel to pull away from the searing — but incredibly inappropriate — day dream.

Settling back into a more correct frame of mind, Castiel glanced back over towards his car, intending to try and gauge how much work still needed to be done on the damn thing.

(That had been his original purpose the first time around. But then he’d caught sight of the mechanic working on his car and all had apparently been lost for a minute or two.)

The mechanic was no longer bent over the engine block, but was instead leaning against the front of the car, his backside mercifully hidden by his decision to sit down. He was smiling at Castiel and good god but Castiel was lost. The man’s bright green eyes were framed by bright black lashes, cute freckles dotted his face, and he had a smile that was somehow both cocky and genuinely sweet. Castiel was ruined for other men on the spot and the son of a bitch hadn’t even talked yet.

Which could be good, Castiel reasoned. He could be an asshole.

The man crossed his arms, and looked Castiel up and down, still smiling.

“See something that you like, hot stuff?” The man said, still smiling.

Castiel, fool that he was, simply said, “Yes.”

[riselioness]

Any Sobiwan fics you'd like to gift to the starving sobiwan community?

😁

I wish! I have a WIP called Far From the Bright Centre, about Sabé’s first visit to Tatooine, that I’ve been picking at on and off for ages. But I’ve kind of lost my writing mojo recently (or not so recently) so it’s lain dormant for a while.

I’ve worked on it a bit in recent weeks, but I’ve paused it to see what the series brings - it’s at a point where I can probably adapt it to whatever canon ends up being. But it’s a nice feeling to be writing again, even if it’s just microfics, so we’ll see where that leads.

But since you ask, here’s a little snippet as a taster :)

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The sky had started to darken, and Sabé could feel fear creeping over her. Night fell quickly in the desert, and she couldn’t be caught out in the freezing hills overnight. She redoubled her efforts, and gradually started to gain on him again.

He was perhaps twenty or thirty paces ahead of her when he stopped without warning, and she stopped as suddenly as if she had been right behind him. He turned and looked back down the track towards her, his face hidden in the shadow of his hood.

“All right,” he said. “There’s no one else around now, and no-one’s in earshot. I think you’d better show yourself, and tell me what you’re doing following me.” The thrill was almost painful. His voice was slower and a little rougher, but was the same beloved voice that she hadn’t heard for over three years.

Slowly, she reached up her hands and took down her hood.

He stumbled backward and almost fell, catching himself on the eopie’s leathery side. The animal barely flinched, but slowly turned his narrow head to look back at him.

“Am I dreaming again?” he whispered. Somehow Sabé heard it as clearly as if she had been a foot away from him.

He lifted a shaking hand and she thought he was going to pull back his hood, but he just rubbed his eyes. She wanted to run to him, but she stood rooted in place.

“You’re not dreaming. I’m here, Obi-Wan.”

The use of his name seemed to bring him back to himself. “We can’t talk here. Come with me.” Turning, he prodded the eopie into movement, and set off again without waiting for her.

[wangxianficrecs]

Follower Recs

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Hi! First of all, thank you so much for running this blog, It's become one of three reasons why I haven't yet committed arson (I jest but the Feeling is true). [Hee, hee, hee.] I have a rec for you! It's called "wholesome life usurp immediately" by comfect on ao3 and it's. So good. It's unfinished but the author updates it literally every other day if not faster! It's a lovely fic, I hope you enjoy it. 🌻

Wholesome Life Usurp Immediately

by Comfect (T, 55k, yunmeng sibs, qingli, wangxian, WIP)

Summary: Wen Qing examines Jiang Yanli at Cloud Recesses and has a cure for her poor cultivation.

Now there are Three Prides of Yunmeng.

Everything kind of fixes itself from there.

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hello mojo!! I would really like to recommend standing still (but we keep going) by lwjromantics!! it's really good!!

standing still (but we keep going)

by lwjromantics (justfantaestic) (T, 5k, wangxian)

Summary: Lan Wangji supposed that if having to take care of little A-Yuan and Mo Xuanyu and having to look at the reminders of Wei Ying in their habits and mannerisms was punishment for his actions, he would willingly take it and flay his own back open.

— There are children in the Burial Mounds.

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hii mojo! I just read this cute fic and I loved it so I wanted to rec it :) 

Word Up, Talk the Talk

by Larryissocute (G, 2k, wangxian)

Summary:  It wouldn’t have been a problem (it really wouldn’t) if they weren’t best friends. Wei Wuxian doesn’t know what good deeds he did in his past life to be blessed with Lan Wangji as a friend nor does he know what evil things he did to be cursed with being only a friend to Lan Wangji.

Or the one where Wei Wuxian kisses Lan Wangji and then runs away.

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Hey! Love your account — and proud of you for taking the hiatus you needed.  [Lol - it was really nice!]  Idk if you take fic recommendations, but I'd love to rec Roots by ardenrabbit. Fantastic characterization, I really love it!

Roots

by ardenrabbit (E, 46k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary:  After Wei Wuxian's duel with Jiang Cheng, he finds that stab wounds aren't so trivial when he doesn't have a core to heal them. He wakes to find Lan Zhan in the Burial Mounds with him, already beloved by the Wens and making himself at home. When Lan Zhan tells him that he wants to stay and offers more help than Wei Wuxian knows how to accept, he fears that it's only too good to be true.

Lan Wangji knows that Wei Ying is doing the right thing, and he couldn't live with himself if he let him do it alone. For everything Wei Ying has sacrificed, Lan Wangji is determined to give something back to him.

Hanguang-Jun has turned his back on the clans to join the Yiling Wens and their demonic cultivator leader, and every clan has a different opinion on the matter.

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Hello! I wanted to rec a fic on ao3 called "Restoration" by jelenedra. It's complete, an alternate universe of the sunshot campaign told nonlinearly. It has strong fairy tale and fae elements, with a touch of mystery. Bit of a fix it. Some delightful one liners, and the final ending imagery is just LOVELY. The fic deserves much more love. There's also some YilingWei, wwx not raised by Jiang, and sentient Burial Mounds elements. Enchanting read that keeps you enthralled and curious and intrigued.

Restoration

by jelenedra (M, 85k, wangxian)

Summary:  They say he was thrown into Luanzang Gang by the man who killed his parents; they say that he is an immortal cultivator who had been in a deep trance until the Wen sect disturbed his rest and incurred his wrath; they say that he is the fierce corpse of a cultivator who had somehow regained his mind and his spiritual powers.

When Lan Wangji sees him for the first time, he understands why people talk.

Meng Yao wants safety. Xue Yang wants vengeance. The Sunshot Campaign wants victory. Yiling Laozu provides, for a price.

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I usually read all your recommendations. Thanks for gathering all good recs of wangxian. I am in love with every single story your recommend especially the favorites. [I’m so glad!]  I just wanted to suggest a fic i came across while searching for phoenix!wwx. Its a new story I think as author has published it today. The first chapter was very interesting that i thought ill recommend it you and know your opinion. The legendary phoenix and his dragon -Devipriya and Hidden Path to Love by ShadowTenshiV

Hidden Path to Love

by ShadowTenshiV (G, 78k, wangxian)

Summary:  Wei Ying is a servant working at the Gusu Lan castle. One day he enters through a secret passage way connected to the library where he meets a Lan for the first time. He may have left quite an impression, gaining the other´s attention and slowly becoming friends. They would like to become something more, but a servant can´t be with a prince, but maybe his secret can change that.

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hello mojo! i was wondering if I could make a fic rec? it’s called “and the calm is deep where the quiet waters flow” by izanyas. it used to be on ao3 but the author has since moved it to eir own website and has started posting updates there. i was wondering if this could also act as a signal boost bc some old readers on ao3 might not have known that it is now on another website.   Author's been through a tough time so I think it deserves a lot more love.

For new readers, please mind the warnings in the prologue and the beginning of each chapter! it’s omegaverse and a very heavy read as it deals with (possible spoiler) off-screen rape that results in an unwanted pregnancy, as well as secondary gender oppression which runs deep, but for people who can bear it the writing, worldbuilding, and emotions are truly spectacular.

and the calm is deep where the quiet waters flow

by izanyas (E, 270k, wangxian, WIP, link is to WordPress rather than AO3)

Summary: Cangse Sanren was the first of her kind to become a cultivator. Talented, passionate, free-spirited, she bested everything that ever came her way until the very end.

Jiang Fengmian refuses to see her son deprived of that same freedom.

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Hello Mojo! I dunno if this's been recced before, but here's another ficrec for you? It's complete, on ao3, "The Third Young Master of Qishan Wen" by KouriArashi. It's 'if wwx was raised by dafan wen, but gets recognized as 3rd heir due to his skill' scenario. Some really nice banter and characterization. Wwx and lz get together before the sunshot campaign. Story follows the live action but diverges into au, and does some cool callbacks to original canon. Love Meng Yao in this!  [Oh, I know KouriArashi from my last fandom, I love her works!]

❤️The Third Young Master of the Qishan Wen

by KouriArashi (T, 139k, wangxian, my post)

Summary:  The fic where Wei Wuxian is adopted by the Dafan Mountain Wens instead of the Yunmeng Jiang.

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Hi Mojo! I can count the number of times I’ve spoken on Tumblr on one hand (I’m shy heh) but I found this fic that I think you and others would really like? I’m a sucker for emotional hurt/comfort and this was just too sweet for me not to share (did I go through 20 pages of bookmarks just to make sure you don’t already have it? Maybe …) [Aww, you can do a sidebar search in the bookmarks for the author’s name.  But I hope you found other good fics by carding through the whole catalog!]  It’s “Close Your Soft Eyes” by timetoboldlygo! I also wanna say thank you for all the hard work you put into this blog! It’s a treasure beyond compare. :D [Thank you so much!]

Close Your Soft Eyes

by timetoboldlygo (G, 12k, wangxian)

Summary:  When Lan Wangji woke, the first thing he noticed was the slip of paper, folded and tucked between his index and middle fingers, not Wei Wuxian’s absence. His fingers trembled as he unfurled the paper. A donkey with a little smile beamed down at him.

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On the nights that Wei Wuxian was gone, Lan Wangji woke to gifts on his pillow.

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Hey Mojo! I love your blog it is beyond awesome! [Thank you!]  I was wondering if you would consider reading JaenysBloodcourt series "A Bond to Takes us home"? The summary is weird but I like the fics and would love to hear your opinion on LWJ POV (it's part 2). Part one is Mingxian but part two (Wangxian) reads as a standalone for the most part. Anyways, thank you for all your hard work! <3 [I’ll put it on my list!]

A Bond to Take Us Home

by JaenysBloodcourt (T, 10k, mingxian - nmj/wwx, wangxian, series in progress)

Summary:  Wei Wuxian has two soulmarks. He has two soulmates that seem to be the opposite of him. During his first life he meets both of them, loves only one and longs for the other. In his second life, the one he loved first is dead, and the one he pined after is pining after him.

These are the many tales of his soulmates and the raucous they made across the cultivation world.

Some are dark, some are light. Beware.

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I forgot to send this in for Mother's Day a few weeks ago, but have you read dragongirlG's "into the light of a dark black night"? It's a short canon divergence where Mama Lan escapes the Cloud Recesses after spending one last, heartbreaking night with her sons. It's so beautiful and bittersweet! [Oh, ouch.  I just read this author’s time travelling juniors au, but hadn’t seen this one.]

into the light of a dark black night

by dragongirlG (T, 3k, Madam Lan & sons)

Summary:  The night that Wu Yuhua, formerly known as Madam Lan, plans to escape from the Cloud Recesses, she runs into an unexpected complication.

That complication comes in the form of her younger son A-Zhan running up to her door and kneeling in front of it, hushed whimpers escaping from his throat.

Wu Yuhua knows it's not the full moon, knows that it's not the one day a month she's allowed to see her children—but like hell is she going to leave her six-year-old son out there trying to stifle sobs in the snow.

She opens the door. "A-Zhan," she says, bending down and reaching out a hand. "Come in, my sweet boy."

On a snowy night in the dead of winter, Wu Yuhua, formerly known as Madam Lan, unexpectedly spends one last night with her sons before escaping from the Cloud Recesses.

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Hello queen I’d like to recommend for ur follower rec posts Avatar: The Untamed Waterbender by KouriArashi. Banger of an ATLA au, def the best one I’ve seen. It’s a WIP but the author updates pretty regularly and it’s all around an A+ fic [Oh, yes, I’ve been waiting for this one to finish before I jump in.]

Avatar: The Untamed Waterbender

by KouriArashi (T, 123k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary:  You know the drill. Long ago, the four nations lived in harmony. Then, everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked.

100 years later, Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli find Wei Wuxian sealed in an iceberg.

Featuring: avatar WWX, waterbending JC, firebending Wens, airbending Lans, earthbending Nies and Jins, Jiang Yanli in possession of the brain cell, et cetera.

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[My ko-fi.]

[honey-and-strawberry]

Stud

Part of a idol x staff “moments”

Warnings: Smut. Kinda fluff? Dry humping. Tongues. Public. Lip biting / lip sucking.

A/N: I’ve been trying so hard to get my mojo back, so writing moments like these are helping me practice. I also always wanted an idol x staff fic series, but I shouldn’t put another series on my plate, the least I can do is have “moments”.

Word count: 880

*I don’t own this photo*

Whoever designed the costumes for this music video deserves an award that I will greatly bestow. His silk shirt with a pattern of mugshots, a stunning red leather jacket, black pants perfectly tailored for him, finished off with red tinted, thin rimmed glasses. With his hair slicked back, except for a small chunk hanging over his face, he almost resembles a tough and dangerous man. If I didn’t know him before today, I would be intimidated. He may act intimidating, but the facade faded the longer I knew the group. I adjust his shirt, making the limited opening pop out without needing to unbutton. He’s a modest man, the least I can do is respect it when I can. I notice he’s been hitting the gym lately, if only he gets to show it off like the others. It’s his choice not to show it off.

“How do I look?” Hyugwon wonders, flashing me a “model glare”. There’s a choice to make. Be honest or be professional. He deserves the truth.

“Like something every girl dreams of” I smile, running my fingers along the lapel of his jacket. I know I certainly dreamt of a sexy motorcyclist sweeping me off my feet.

“I hope I’m in your dreams” he bashfully chuckles, breaking eye contact. He’s only been forward about his feelings till recently. He understands that we can’t necessarily “be together” due to our contracts forbidding it, but he knows it hasn’t stopped me and the other members from flirting.

“Tell me about it, stud” I shamelessly flirt. He meets my eyes and gives me a wink. He isn’t usually this bold. Maybe the outfit changed him. Or he learned I love surprises.

“It would be different if we’re alone” he whispers. He is getting bold. Why the sudden change? Is it because of what Minhyuk told me the other day?

“Oh really? How so” I raise my eyebrows. He scans the room to see if anyone is noticing our conversation. Noticing the empty changing pod in the corner, he purses his lips.

“Would you mind helping me with something?” He improves. I should say no, but it’s Hyungwon. I don’t know what he has up his sleeves. I accept and he leads the way to the changing pod. I close the curtain behind me and he immediately drapes his arms over me and kisses my neck. His thick lips are as soft as I imagined. I turn around to face him and meet his lips with mine. Holding his broad shoulders, he lifts me up to wrap my legs around his hips. Pressing me against the wall, I feel a sneaky bulge teasing the crotch of my jeans. I can feel the shape of his cock through his black jeans. Long and slender with a very defined head, obviously circumcised. Our pants rub together, the friction tingling our sensitive parts. Dry humping feels so much better than I remember. His tongue invites itself into my mouth, muffling our moans. The echoing of voices around us make it easy to hide our sloppy kisses and rubbing fabrics. Somehow I’m getting sensitive enough that my folds could feel his thickness even with the layers of fabric. For a second, his head touches my clit and a faint gasp leaves my throat. The warm tightness at my core is getting painful, I need a release. His grip on my ass gets firmer while he thrusts faster. My legs shiver from sensitivity while I’m slowly reaching an orgasm.

“Don’t stop” I whisper moan between kisses. He presses harder against me, adding enough pressure for me to cum. I accidentally bite down on his lip without realizing it. He lets out a hiss from the pain.

“That’s fucking hot” he grunts as he keeps pressing thrusts. Now instead of biting his lip, I suck on his bottom lip as my orgasm is continuing to flush through me. With one more hard thrust, he halts and shivers. He breathes a moan deep from his diaphragm. We unwind our orgasms with slow delicate thrusts. I could feel the wetness gathering in his pants, slowly dripping down his leg. I always thought it was a joke that boys can cum in their pants, I didn’t expect it to be real. We catch our breath and he puts me down on my feet, but holds me by my waist to maintain my balance. A single droplet of sweat drips down his face. I catch it with my fingertip. He grabs my hand and kisses my palm. He is full of surprises. His lips are a little swollen, but nothing too noticeable. We tap foreheads and smile.

“I want to take you out. On a date” he nervously laughs. Why would he be nervous to ask me out? We already dry humped like two teenagers in the back of a car.

“You know we can’t go on a date, but we can by chance see each other outside of work, at a public place, and notice the attraction we have for each other” I manage a loophole. Technically, we can’t date. There’s no saying we can’t coincidentally see each other at a public place. He understands the hint I’m giving and he kisses me once more, sealing the deal.