#and the winter sucks to write in

[soot-and-salt]

The end of the year is coming and I just wanted to say thank you.

Thank you to everyone who followed me and my writing, who took a chance on my fics or who told others about them. Thank you for taking the time to leave comments that gave me the will to get out of bed in the morning and the energy to keep writing and creating. Thank you for the fan art and the fan theories and for following me to each new fic. I always recognized you, if you were a regular, and it always made me happy to see you.

I'm still chipping away slowly at WSBE 9, which I will finish come hell or high water, as well as the next chapter of Blood Red Summer. I'm not stopping, not yet, but I've sort of wound down a little. I've been unwell, physically and mentally, but I'm still waking up every day and thinking about situations to put this stupid radio deer into so I've got that going for me.

130,000+ words written in just one single year. In Hazbin, in WIPs, in small personal things written in small, personal servers. Can you believe it? I feel insane. I can't believe I did that.

This was a rough year for me. You helped make it better.

Thank you

[hypewinter]

Prev

The last few weeks had been... tiring to say the least. It started with the mystery boy from the night prior waking up with soft giggles. As Danny was comforting him back to sleep he heard Jason come into the living room. Danny looked up, expecting to see a look of confusion, maybe annoyance. But the look he saw was much worse. Jason's eyes were glued to the boy in open terror. Before long, he started hyperventilating.

Danny remembered trying to call out to Jason but it was no use. He was already lost in his own mind. Danny had tried to inch closer to him, the boy still in hand but Jason stumbled back. He fell on his butt, eyes still wide as his breath came out in short loud bursts. Danny could see all the progress they'd made being undone in a matter of moments. Desperate, he had put the boy down and moved a half step towards Jason, hands up in surrender. He still remembered what he had said to calm the boy down.

"Jason close your eyes," Danny had breathed.

Jason hadn't seemed to hear him, his eyes still fixed on the boy behind him. Danny had moved to the side, blocking the boy with his body and tried again.

"Close your eyes Jason," Danny repeated.

This time, the boy had done as he was told, squeezing his eyes shut. "Good," Danny had coaxed. "Now, pay attention to my voice. Focus on my voice and my voice alone. You are safe. You are fine. Just breathe."

Danny had watched as Jason's breath evened out, he chest slowly finding its rhythm again.

"That's right. Now talk to me bud, what happened?" Danny had finally asked after a time.

Jason had slowly peeled his eyes open and looked at Danny. "T-that boy," he started. "H-he looks like.. like the man that..." That killed him. Danny hadn't needed Jason to finish.

Well shit. Was all Danny could think in the moment. And honestly shit was probably an understatement considering everything proceeded to go drastically downhill after that.

The boy had woken up soon after Danny had managed to calm Jason down and quickly broke out into another laughing fit. Jason had once again tensed, his breathing increasing rapidly. But the stare in his eyes was different than before. This one was more distant. More similar to the stare he would get on his worst days. Danny could tell that whatever Jason was looking at, it wasn't what was currently happening. Then it hit him. He's reliving his death, he had realized.

In that moment, Danny was caught between two clearly traumatized children who needed him. But which one needed him first? The longer he delayed, the more both of them suffered. Crap. Crap crap crap. Danny remembered taking a deep breath, then he had turned to Jason. He had scooped the boy up and carried him to his room. He then grabbed Jason's phone, played the first calming playlist he could find and turned it to full volume. Danny recalled sitting Jason on his bed and waiting a bit. As soon as some of the life began returning to his eyes, Danny had shot back up.

"Stay here. I'll be right back," he called before rushing out, closing the door behind him. He had then returned to the boy still laughing on the couch where he'd left him. The memory of fat tears streaming down his face still played in Danny's mind. Danny had soothed him, calming him down to a small fit of hiccups and giggles.

"How about a bath?" Danny had finally offered.

He had been able to end that night with both boys in relatively good places all things considered but that hadn't lasted long. The following weeks were plagued with multiple panic attacks, outbursts and Danny playing damage control. In between all of that, Danny also worked on getting some information out of the boy. So far, all he had found out was that his name was Tim.

Once, Jason lashed out at Tim after yet another laughing fit and Danny had made the mistake of admonishing him. "Jason! It's not his fault," he had said. Jason had stepped back in shock before his face hardened into anger. Danny didn't even have time to react before Jason was racing out the door.

It had taken Danny all day to find him. Then it had taken an additional half hour of apologies and bribery to coax him back home. That day had resulted in Jason getting state of the art headphones made by Tucker that could block out all noise or play back to back audiobooks depending on his mood.

Now Danny laid flopped onto the couch. At his wits end with Tim sleeping in an oversized hoodie on top of him and Jason dozing in the love seat across from him. It had been a particularly good day that day and they had celebrated with some pizza and a movie.

It had been incredibly hard balancing everything up until that point and oftentimes Danny wished he'd taken up Vlad's offer to teach him how to duplicate but he still wouldn't take anything back. These were his two boys and he wouldn't trade them for the world.

[lost-in-fandoms]

Winter warmers day 19: thigh riding. Maxiel. About 400 words.

Daniel loves every version of Max.

He loves a very focused Max, eyes fixed on data, or the sim, or the track, staring intensely through a visor. He loves a soft Max, curled up on their couch with the cats, letting Daniel pet the three of them the same way, gentle touches on fur and hair. He loves a passionate Max, getting too into something, throwing his hands around in the air, wide gestures to showcase his big feelings. He loves a turned on Max, impatient and whiny, pawing at Daniel's clothes, so so eager to please.

But one of his favorite versions is this one: Max, already two orgasms in and just as desperate, using Daniel's body to make himself feel good.

He's sweaty and flushed, eyes hazy and pupils huge, holding tightly on Daniel's shoulders as he grinds on his thigh, his open mouthed pants mixing with sweet, breathless moans.

Daniel's skin is shining with a mix of sweat and lube, and he shudders as Max's dick drags over his tattoos, the tip bumping into his hip, making Max whine.

Daniel can't even imagine how sensitive he must be, after coming once on Daniel's fingers and once on his cock, but Max sometimes likes this, the mix of pleasure and pain just enough to finally satisfy him.

"Come on, baby," Daniel encourages, gripping his hips where they are always soft, no matter how hard he trains, helping him move when his rhythm falters, muscles trembling.

"Daniel," Max moans, seemingly the only word left on his heavy tongue, dropping his forehead on Daniel's shoulder, sweat making them stick together. Everything is hot, sticky and slippery, and Daniel loves it.

Loves Max like this. Loves Max in every way.

Max's grind turns into sharp, desperate thrusts, and Daniel knows he's close, can tell from the hitch in his breath, the way his thighs are trembling where they're bracketing Daniel's, the trembling of his fingers.

He bows his head, brushing a kiss against Max's sweaty hair, then down on the shell of his ear.

"Mess me up, Maxy," he murmurs, before biting his lobe.

Max comes like that, with a broken moan and one last thrust, movements slowing down to small hitching circles, limbs trembling as he collapses against Daniel's chest, panting.

[bluzebub19]

NO SCARAB FICS?!! WAKE UP TUMBLR, WAKE UP, I NEED FOOD

[hanzajesthanza]

dandelion is indeed the worst but if he’s not present in the next book i would legitimately be sorrowful as the whole thing will become a slog . you basically cannot have the “short stories” era-of-the-timeline iteration of geralt without dandelion, it would be like eating unbuttered bread.

though it’s not like season of storms did them dirty, i wasn’t disappointed with it (… with regards to them), but since it’s literally been over 20 years since the saga was finished i’m trying to prepare for any potential reality

[ahundredtimesover]

Hi 👋🏽 I’ll be going on an indefinite break that may (or may not) be for good.

Writing fanfiction was an escape for me these past 2 years. It was a way to express my love for the tannies in how I wrote them as comfort characters, and it was a way for me to make sense of my own experiences and emotions. These fics have always been very personal, with a bit of me in every OC, my pains reflected in their stories, and words I wish someone told me growing up expressed in the dialogues. And I’ll always be so thankful that many of you related with them, found meaning in them, and found comfort in them. That will always be my favorite part 💜💜 stories are so powerful! They’ve allowed me to connect with so many people and make memories in this (mostly) lovely part of the site.

But the process of writing has also been draining, not as cathartic as it used to be, and not as fulfilling. So much as I find myself going back and forth with the numerous stories in my drafts, I can’t bring myself to continue with them. Not anytime soon, at least. Maybe one day the itch to write will be so intense, or JJK1/KTH1 drops and I’ll lose my shit (Untitled and Belong were born out of Indigo and D-day after all), or after rereading my stories, I’ll miss writing so much. The thing is, I’ve never loved BTS as much as I do right now; perhaps I’m content with screaming about that love to myself in the meantime.

I’ll be lurking around here, maybe pop in every once in a while (so plagiarists, keep off my work, pls). My stories will remain here as your comfort 😌 and I’ll do my best to put out the PLM drabbles I promised! Other than that, all the stories are complete for you to enjoy (sorry to those waiting on TLA 😔 I hate that I’m unable to continue). I also have Twitter (jmimi_mi). I’m also just a lurker but say hi if you want! 😊 we can talk bts and fics and whatnot over there (I’ll try, I promise).

Please give love to the authors who are still lovingly putting out work for the community! 🥰

[wikiangela]

wintery fics

I posted one of these today already for fif, but I got tagged by @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @hoodie-buck @jesuisici33 to share my christmas/wintery fics so why not lol (there's only three, I can never get around to finishing anything before the christmas mood wears off haha)

For a holiday (and forevermore) (95k, 30 chapters - completed, M)

Eddie's sick of personal, intrusive questions about his love life whenever he visits his family, so he starts bringing Buck for the holidays as his (fake) boyfriend. He only wants to shut them up, and doesn't expect that the small crush he has on his best friend could actually turn into something more...

it's not technically just Christmas, but there are 6 Christmas chapters, 2 New year's chapters, and lots of holidays and family gatherings in between haha - fluffy fake dating and lots of family feels

You're my greatest gift (2.6k, G)

Cookie dough, flour fight, and a long-time-coming kiss. Or, the Buckley-Diaz boys make Christmas cookies.

ngl I don't even remember this one but apparently it's from last year? lol idk probably lots of fluff haha

and the last one is sambucky from two years ago and I'm scared to open it and see how bad it is lmao

Merry Christmas (I love you) (2.6k)

Matching pjs, hot chocolate, and a Christmas movie marathon with the Wilsons - what more could Bucky want for Christmas?

no pressure tags: @daffi-990 @giddyupbuck @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @diazblunt @911onabc @spagheddiediaz @housewifebuck @gayhoediaz @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @exhuastedpigeon @weewootruck @loserdiaz @evanbegins @steadfastsaturnsrings @ladydorian05 @malewifediaz @pirrusstuff @theotherbuckley @911-on-abc @hoodie-buck @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @diazpatcher @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @thewolvesof1998 @lover-of-mine @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz @jamespearce9-1-1

[zodiyack]

Stress Reliever

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Oral (fem recieving), swearing, awkwardness because I got writer blocked, not my best smut tbh

Words: 877

Request: Can I request a Bucky Barnes SMUT story where y/n has a long rough day at work in the lab & Bucky takes a hot bath with her to make her feel better. Then takes her to the bed to blindfold her & “relieve the stress of her day.”👀 Maybe include oral (fem receiving). Sorry I’m bad at explaining requests…4.to take a hot bath with my muse14. to blindfold my muse “i could’t stop thinking about this pussy all day.” (As he’s eating her out)“i’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.” “let me hear you, baby.”

Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist

Taglist: @dpaccione , @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes , @fandom-puff , @darling-i-read-it , @simonsbluee, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @livlaughquinn​, @bubsonnobx ​

The warm water soothes aches as it relaxes your muscles, so Natasha told Bucky. It did exactly that, his eager eyes lifting from her breasts and watching as his lover's face contorted from pained to pleasured as her body lowered further into the warmth of the bath. He'd seen that look many times before, the look she made when she'd come undone on his cock.

He wasn't one to argue with an offer like that. Stripping naked like his life depended on it, he quickly slid behind her in the tub. His lips pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder. With a gratifying sigh, she reclined back into his chest, eyes closed in pure bliss.

"Join me." Her gentle voice disrupted his thoughts. "Please?"

“Don’t pass out on me, or you’ll miss out on the fun.” He chuckled playfully against her skin.

"Not in here, I'm not in the mood, nor do I have the energy, to clean water from the floor." She grumbled, her eyes still shut.

Bucky snickered to himself but left the topic alone... Until they were out of the bath. He carried Y/N to the bed, setting her down gently before hovering above her. "So, can we have that fun now? I'll be the one to clean up, I promise."

Seconds after she nods, he's placed a blindfold over her eyes. It seems so naughty, but the suspense leaves her clenching her thighs together. Moments pass by, and all that happens is him parting her legs before leaving once again.

She sighed as his lips met her inner thigh. Her heart raced with shock and anticipation. By the time he finally reached her pussy, it was drenched and she was quite literally trembling. Bucky smiled, "All for me?"

No words, just aggressive nodding. Her reflexes betrayed her wishes, threatening to close as he neared his head to her pussy. It didn't deter him though, not one bit. As a matter of fact, it almost encouraged him.

"I can't wait to ravish you. Make you scream my name." Y/N knew that his words were not empty promises. Nothing else is said before he dives into his meal, tongue greeting her sex eagerly, lapping her up like a starved animal. He was ruthless, determined, horny.

Y/N practically screams when Bucky switches from licking a long stripe up her pussy, to playing with her clit with his tongue. His skillful mouth around her bundle of nerves sends her nearing the point over the edge, her head thrown back and mouth soundless, yet open.

"I couldn't stop thinking about this pussy all day." He confesses, a satisfied groan sending tingles up her body as it reverberates against her desperate sex. Just as she twitches and whines, so close to meeting her release, he pulls back. She almost regrets lifting her head to check on him. She slipped the blindfold up slightly and instantly bit her lip; the sight is overwhelming. His stubble is soaked, skin glistening with her desire.

"Fuck..." Is all she can manage.

"I'm getting there." Bucky chuckles, crawling back up her form. He presses his mouth to hers harshly, sneaking his tongue in with ease. She can taste herself, and the thought makes her shudder delightfully. "Hands and knees." Bucky commands as he pulls away.

She is quick to comply, racing to meet his expectations. Her ass wiggles at him, despite being in no position to tease. He reaches over her head, the blindfold is lifted. "You can't see anyways." He reasons with a mumble. Her quick witted response is tumbled out of her brain as his cock forces into her tight hole. A whine is emitted instead.

A slutty, desperate, porn-worthy, whine.

"I'm gonna fuck you until you beg me stop." He groans. The sound is gutteral, vibrating within his chest. He begins a pace. It's harsh, and the wet squelching does nothing to hide their obscene act. The bed moans under them, but he knows Y/N can be louder. "Let me hear you, baby."

She mewls, almost crying from pleasure. His hips slam violently into her ass, the skin jiggling much to Bucky's amusement. He believes that the sound it makes, skin on skin, is one of the greatest songs in the history of music. Her moans top it, however. The needy cries of "Bucky! Bucky! Oh god!" It's all he thinks about when he's alone.

The tempo begins to grow uneven. "Need you to cum, sweetheart." He grunts. Y/N chants his name like a prayer, too lost in finding her release to listen. Either way, she does what he says.

The coil in her stomach has been pulled to its limit, releasing violently the second his hips are angled a little differently. His mushroom head nudges her g-spot over and over, "Fuck, yes- Bucky!" She cries, pussy clenching around his cock as she cums around it. The feeling is enough to drive Bucky to his release as well. Spurts of cum mix with hers, a concoction made of lust and love. He slides out, much to both of their dismay, and leaves to grab a towel from the bathroom.

When he returns, she's mostly asleep, naked body atop the covers, exhausted from his merciless "help." It makes him smile.

"Goodnight sweetheart."

[sieglinde-freud]

thinking about them and banging my head against the wall again whats new. they are making me so emo. god. what the fuck

[abhainnwhump]

Whumper purposefully chooses the hottest day of the month to make Whumpee do yard work. The sun burns their skin and sweat coats their body. They aren't allowed water or breaks until they finish. And if they pass out from heat exhaustion? Well, that's not Whumper's problem.

[jadie0]

on fall

fall is a season for the lovers

transitory and fleeting,

never quite settling in one place or time

fall is never landing,

a leaf carried by the wind

pushed by forces outside you

to places you didn’t want to be, perhaps

but you find yourself there regardless.

fall is the gentle whisper of the breeze, transformed

to the violence of a hurricane

wind chapped skin, fingernails brittle, you fall.

clawing for something you’ll never have

praying for something you’ll never be

desperate to affix yourself to the branch

but you’re adrift now, and

there’s no going back.

fall is still falling,

after the storm ends

after everyone moves on and forgets,

fall is left behind.

memory trapped in a brittle, orange leaf

sliding to rest on the slope of a dying hill

“home at last,” it whispers, as it flakes away

“home at last”

[thefandommind]

Thoughts on the Sphere: Spoilers for the later books and Spirit Oath ahead

Headcanon at the end.

So in the universe of Eli Monpress, the world described has some interesting key points-and I'm not talking about the magic system, or at least not rn. Here's a list of my points of interest and then I will expand.

There are three main continents mentioned: the main landmass the story is set in which isn't named but is of course known as the Council of Thrones. Then there is the "unknown continent" from which the Empress conquered and came from. And then lastly the "Northern" continent that is entirely ice tundra, where only packs of ghosthounds thrive. {side note, what the hell do natural ghosthounds hunt, they are huge canines that hunt in packs, and they only eat meat. Mammoths? Gin has a greatly described love of pigs, headcanon there are giant woolly boars in the ice cliffs of this world. In fact checking this post, I was reminded there's singular mentions of things called "black armored pigs", a" feathered lizard", and an "enormous red and gold stripped cat" that is some sort of crossbreed. I love it.}

was gonna try and make this list from most normal in fantasy worlds, to most interesting, but I've already run out of normal-THE SKY IS A LIE.

The sun and moon exist and have purpose. First, while I can't find any mention of the moon being noted as in crescent (i could just be blind), at some points it is described as "full", meaning it does have proper cycles. {I found it later, it does at one point get described as half moon, I was fucking right.}

The sun rises and sets, that's obvious, but the moon helps dictate the months. but then again, the sky is a lie, its just the inside of the Veil, the Weaver made it so. We see that not only is the blue sky part of the Veil, but the sun too as it gets torn by demons. (shout out to the poor lady who overheard me describing this phenomenon to my friend as "the sky is tearing itself apart in fear")

Now this is obviously the Weaver remembering the "before times" with the Creator. {don't worry I'll circle back to this.}

Moving on, the Sphere itself doesn't have stars in the sky, it's explained-"before times" and all that, but it obviously has a "sky". it also has a fucking "bottom".

Now you may have picked up on the fact the spirit world is effectively Flat Earth, now, I am no expert on flat earth, and spirit world is of course not earth (see; all of the spirits, the animals, and yk its fiction). But here are some notes I have regarding flat earth and the Sphere.

First, the Sphere is described as having a bottom, via the bedrock, and magma, this is when Benehime's watching over it. Then Slorn at one point is described as looking down-through the ground, through the mountains, through the bottom and he looks at the dome that is similar to that of the sky,(duh its a sphere its in the name. SO unlike flat earth, isn't a fucking coin with a sky dome, its more like a complicated Minecraft skyisland inside of an orb that is of course later revealed to be the last haven of Creation floating in a sea of demons which have devoured the universe.

Breaking up the text to make the horrible explanation, that instead of it being high fantasy skyblock, it's instead like if all of Creation is Earth and the Milky Way and every star in the sky being its own galaxy-was the world of Horton Hears A Who, and then demons ate everything in the world but Horton and the Speck, and that Speck and all those Whos is the Sphere and the spirit world. Then that Speck gets knocked off its flower and finds it's way to a snowflake and that's how you tie in Jim Carrey's Horton the Elephant being the Creator and Jim Carrey's Grinch is Benehime metaphor for the Spirit World being so tiny and depressing in the larger scope of the universe of demons.

now that's all just to over explain the world building that's presented to us in the books, plus a silly ramble that came to me in the first hour mark I spent typing up until this point. but here's the actual post.

The concept of there being a dome to the sky, is a very medieval concept, very fun system, but I bring you the concept of seasons.

Seasons don't exist in the Spirit World. Source, chapter 7 of Spirit War, when the Shaper Mountain tells Miranda he remembered back when there were seasons and stars in the sky. But you can probably sus it out by the then as months pass in the story, yet no descriptions of the change of weather or daylight associated with time passing.

I find this deeply depressing and so so beautiful. The implications.

Humans in this world are younger then the seasons!

That means the sun doesn't change even with the moon changing, the Weaver lets the moon wax and wane from memory or on vague description, but the sun doesn't change. There's no solstice, imagine solar eclipses happening because the moon is preprogrammed but the sun rises and sets with absolutely no inconsistency.

With no seasons, there is no Harvest. Yeah there's farmers and crops, but they don't have a deep freeze of any kind to prepare for. So no reason for fall festivities. No winter solstice, no darkest day of the year, no winter festivities.

With this world being kept in memory of a normal creation with planets, the Northern continent is tied to a pole that doesn't exist. There is no reason for it to be so cold, other then the frozen spirits that live there need to be cold. Same with every other climate. The weather is decided by the Wind Courts and only them, because they need to function.

SO. There are people, in this world, who haven't traveled. And they have never known the climates then the borders they live in. And then there are our main four characters, who are all very well traveled.

Imagine their first trip to the Sleeping Mountains, their first time seeing snow. Because it doesn't fall anywhere else in their entire world.

My personal headcanon involves Josef, because while he is obviously well traveled by the storyline, I like to believe the first time he saw snow was that first trip to the mountains. Eli had been there before, he already know what snow was like, and by then he has his lava spirit. Josef is from the tropics, and Eli is a teasing jerk (little shit). And what adds onto this idea is that him and Eli had made camp in the mountains (perhaps not the Shaper Mountain but its neighbor hooding slopes), and Josef had made his way to Nico when she crashed.

I'd like to emphasis that moments (hours maybe?) the mountains had been screaming, the entire League of Storms and the Lord of Storms was in battle with the Daughter of the Dead Mountain. The noise, the freezing rain, the panic. It goes quiet when Nico is defeated and laying on the mountain. And then Josef shows up, and then brings her back to camp, Eli nowhere to be seen.

You can infer from this that Eli heard the demon panic, or at least knew the mountains were shaking, there was a hell of a thunder storm (Eli has also met the Lord of Storms many times, he could probably recognize that spirit just a Nara could being the Favorite and all), and then in the echo of the worst of it, something crashes loud enough for them to discern where it was, and Eli was like FUCK NO, if you want to go out there and find out what that is, it's your funeral, you'll be lucky if i go searching for your frozen corpse in the morning. And he stayed at camp with his nice warm dry spirit.

And then an hour later Josef came back with a bleeding naked lady. That was somehow out there, and related to the huge fucking crash. And Nico's demon had abandoned her completely so it could hide, so say they found out she was a demonseed a little bit after she recovered from her wounds, which she also has no memory of. So Josef went out into the snow and came back with just a random girl with brutal injuries and no memory, probably freezing, and Eli canonically didn't press for information or question it. And then the rest is history.

Now again, we're imagining this happens in the same trip in which Josef experiences snow for the first time, and Eli has been giving him shit for it constantly.

Cut to Eli using Karon to warm up a strange girl he has no explanation for meeting, and he has to just be nice to her and give her all the attention he can, cus the only other option is look at Josef and he can't. How is he ever going to recover from this night. Josef is sitting there, concerned but also glaring I told you there was something out there, you said calm your tits Josef it's just the snow you don't understand you'll freeze-and I told you so every time Eli catches his eye.

thoughts?

[kohakhearts]

my occupational therapist was like how realistic do you think itd be to ask you to write something this weekend? and i almost started crying. so thats how writing is going i guess

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

fucked up how the more you use your hands the less they want to be used

[c0rpseductor]

can i please be emotionally stable for like one day

[harapeveco]

Happy to announce I wrote a reinochi fic! However it will take a while for it to be posted bc I’m too busy having fun and relaxing at the beach in this very fine November day, enjoying the sun and drinking a piña colada so it’ll take a few days to be translated but coming soon🫡