#but I'll be writing more and updating soon

[earthtooz]

x : LUST FOR LIFE *+ﾟ

in which: sunday discovers a new emotion when he's under you.

warnings: 1.5k words, sunday is B(h)ORNY and doesn't know how to deal with it, he wants reader so bad, lowkey implied switch!sunday, gn!reader being sunday's freak awakening, NO SMUT BUT UNDER 16 DNI, not edited

a/n: five likes and i'll write nsfw for sunday

What good is a leader who can’t empathise with the lives of the people he was supposed to be leading?

This thought has plagued Sunday ever since he exiled himself from Penacony, since he joined the Astral Express in a journey of self-discovery and reflection, embracing the Nameless lifestyle so he can broaden the horizons that Penacony had restricted. There, he was so detached from the reality of the people he was trying to help, so trapped in a whirlwind of his own ideals to experience humanity, too buried in official duties to rejoice in the many wonders of the universe, the simple pleasures and the grandiose ones.

Since boarding, the former head of the Oak Family has experienced humiliation, desperation, and many close calls with death. It seems he underestimated how easily trouble found the Trailblazers, and the diary he carries with him has been updated with multiple entries, filled with exasperated recounts that ended with him being grateful that he is still well and unscathed.

Sunday has also experienced laughter, connection, and the bond of humankind- something he did not have before. When he controlled the Oak Family, had everyone under or at his fingertips, the only person he could depend on was himself. When Robin left to travel the cosmos, what was he to do than learn the bitter truth of independence and self-sufficiency? 

Yet, he sits on the couches of the Astral Express and there is bound to be another by him, trying to converse with him like an old friend. He is mentioned in the conversations like an individual who they keep around because they want to, not because he is crafty, not because of what he can offer. No, he can’t offer anything right now, and the crew still wants him to stay.

He learns more about humanity with each passing day.

However, perhaps one of the more puzzling feelings Sunday has had to confront was… infatuation. 

It’s a tricky feeling. It sends his heart into overdrive and his limbs to become jelly, and at the epicentre of this hurricane of uncharted territory, is you. 

“Sunday?” Your voice comes through muffled from the other side of the door. He almost jumps off his mattress at the sound. 

“Door is open,” he responds as calmly as possible, heart thrumming alive at the sound of your voice, beating in time with the rapid succession of your knocks. 

The door slides open slowly to reveal you on the other side. “Pom Pom just wanted to let everyone know that we will be jumping soon.” 

“I see, thank you for letting me know.”

“No problem,” your gaze then flickers to the angels that flock around him and he watches as your eyes gleam with fascination.

Then, without any hesitation or reluctance, you enter his room and approach him, the door sliding closed without your weight to hold it open. You stop before him without a bow, without a formal greeting of ‘Mr. Sunday’- no, you stop before him like an equal, which you most certainly are. In fact, he would even think of himself below you, but Sunday needs to unlearn this assumption of hierarchy, needs to not let it define the relationships he forms, even if he looks up to you and finds you reverent. 

“Hey, I’ve never seen these little guys before!” You exclaim, sticking out a hand to act like a perch for the angel-like summons. One of them flits up to you and stays on your outstretched finger. “Well, not this close, at least.”

It keens at your praise. Like owner like summon, Sunday supposes.

“I don’t tend to bring them out. They are for combat purposes,” he explains. 

Your eyes widen slightly. “Are you trying to pick a fight with me right now?” 

“What? No! That’s not it-”

“-I’m kidding, Sunday,” you snicker. “We’re friends, I wouldn’t want to fight you.”

“Right,” he exhales, “I wouldn’t want to fight you either.”

“Besides, we already did once.”

He freezes at the memory, remembers when he got hit with the exact train he is currently boarding. 

You, however, are unphased by the recollection, and even continue to rub salt in the wound. “I remember fighting against these little summons too, your owner was a real meanie, do you guys know that?” 

They flock around you, spinning and fluttering like little fireflies.  Instinctively, Sunday covers his flustered expression with his wings, and he doesn’t budge, even when he hears your laugh, the sound almost enough for him to melt into a puddle by your feet.

“Hey, hey, I was kidding, sorry if I took the joke too far.” 

He uncovers himself with an embarrassed sigh, not meeting your eyes. “It’s okay, I think the memory is just… humiliating, more than anything.”

“There are no more hard feelings. Everyone has accepted you on board and none of us think of you to be the same person you were when we first met, I promise.”

Your words are completely earnest, Sunday knows it, can feel it in the way you tell him so unabashedly. So who is he to deny it?

“Thank you,” he says, finally looking up at you, “it means a lot to hear that.” 

“I’ll say it as much as you need. Well, I’ll get out of your hair now, just prepare for the jump-”

Your sentence is interrupted by a shriek when you lose your footing, and Sunday feels it too, the force so strong that even he, while sitting, feels as if is being stretched and pulled into a miniscule hole. What he also feels is your body colliding on top of his, and his hands come to your waist to catch you in an attempt to prevent you from slipping, but it’s not enough and he’s falling with you onto the expanse of his made bed.

The Express is warping to some expanse of the universe, and his stomach drops at the sensation, spreading to the ends of his nerves before disappearing, just replaced by the extremely odd feeling of being pulled through the stars. He just hopes you’re comfortable, standing up whilst warping is tough, he heard the stories of when Stelle first tried to do it and how she fell flat on her face. 

When the feeling of normality returns and Sunday doesn’t feel like he has been stretched out, he opens his eyes and tries to take in the sight before him.

You. Your face. Centimetres away from his.

He’s always thought you were pretty, but seeing you this close… perhaps just pretty is an understatement. His gaze unwillingly flicks to your lips and he wished he hadn’t because suddenly the urge to sit up and lick into your mouth is raging; a fire that can’t be contained. 

Sunday wants you to push him down by the shoulders, with no gentleness or mercy, and just… devour him whole. His hands want to find you by the hips and pull you into him more than humanly possible, he wants you to indent yourself onto him so he can remember your taste forever, so that, in a way, you couldn’t ever leave him. 

Alternatively, he would happily flip around and pin you against the mattress. He would pry you open, explore the cavern of your mouth with his tongue and suck your sacred essence out of you so that it can stay and settle in his bones instead, replacing where marrow should be. He wants to lay you vulnerable so his hands can explore places only you want him to touch, wants to take you so that you stay forever, wants to feel your tongue against his, wants to hold your face and feel how you react when he takes his time cherishing you, revering you. 

This feeling is too much, these thoughts are overpowering, yet nothing has ever been more clear. Sunday wants you, lusts for you, even, and he’s never felt so intensely for someone before. 

How would the symphonies sound when they learn of the atrocities he wants to perform? 

Temptation holds him close and infects him with a desire so strong, he’s practically frozen in place as you recover from the shock, holding yourself up with your arms that were on either side of his head. 

“Ow, I’m sorry!” You immediately exclaim, before realising exactly what position you are in, your chests are pressed together, and you’re mortified to think about how close you were before you picked yourself off him, and- his… his hips… are pressed against yours- okay, you needed to leave as soon as possible.

You scramble off him like he had burnt you, frantically shouting apologies whilst doing so, the words clumsy and rushed, but neither of you can deny how you miss the warmth that was suddenly ripped away. 

(If he wanted to, you could have stayed in that position with him.)

Then, before you could get anymore thoughts, you turn and practically bolt out of his room without another word, leaving a hot and bothered Sunday behind.

© EARTHTOOZ 2024, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[thesoulforgeorder]

I finished code the military and wastelander background. Once I got through my coding growing pains, I really managed to fly through coding the second background.

I just have the orphan background left to code, which will be quite hectic because there are a lot of variables there, and then testing so I can see if anything is broken or not showing up.

I wasn't able to do any more writing for the orphan background, so only the first branch is available. I'll add to it as soon as possible, but first, I need to focus on getting the chapter out and making sure the game works for everyone.

Also, there will be some minor UI updates and fixes in the prologue that I only saw now.

Wish me luck!

[themidnightguardian]

Naruto Whumptober 2024 Masterlist

Day 1: Race Against the Clock | Panic Attack -- Kakashi & Team 7

The rooftop fell silent, but Kakashi could hear his own heartbeat thundering in his ears, smelled the lingering singe of lightning, and he suddenly he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t—his lungs wouldn’t work, too heavy, weighed down, like they were being crushed--

Day 2: Trust Issues -- Naruto & Team 7

“Are you going to try to kill me, too?” Naruto asked, blunt enough that it actually made Hatake rear back.

Day 3: Set Up for Failure -- Tobirama (Madara/Tobirama)

A number of things suddenly clicked into place. Most importantly: Tobirama had been sent—exhausted, drained, with limited supplies and no backup—through Uchiha land. On purpose. Because he was expendable.

Day 4: Hallucinations | "You're still alive in my head." -- Kakashi (Kakashi/Obito)

Kakashi had dreamt of him frequently in the months after the Kannabi Bridge incident, but it wasn’t until Rin’s death that Obito seemed to escape from Kakashi’s dreams, haunting him in the waking world as well.

Day 5: Sunburn -- Sakura (pre-Sakura/Sasori)

Day 6: Not Realizing They're Injured | Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms | Healed Wrong | "It's not my blood." -- Tobirama (pre-Madara/Tobirama)

Day 7: Unconventional Weapon -- Sakura (ft. Itachi)

Day 8: Sleep Deprivation | "Leave the lights on." -- Sasuke (ft. Orochimaru)

“You will adapt, or you won’t,” Orochimaru had said, his smile sharp and empty and every bit as cold as the air in the lab. “But remember, you are only useful to me if you succeed.”

Day 9: Bruises -- Kakashi & Team 7

Something was wrong with his kids. That much, he knew for certain. Naruto was quieter than usual. Sasuke looked like he hadn't been sleeping. And last, but certainly not least, was Sakura. Kakashi’s unexpected problem child.

Day 10: Blow to the Head | Slurred Words -- Iruka (developing Iruka/Kakashi)

Day 11: Loneliness | "Leave no trace behind, like you don't even exist." -- Sakura (a Sakura/Sasuke breakup fic)

The house was empty when Sakura came home, not that she’d really expected anything different. Three years of sporadic visits—sometimes with months in between—had taught her better than to hope Sasuke would be waiting for her.

Day 12: Starvation -- Naruto & Team 7

Day 13: Familial Curse | Multiple Whumpees -- Itachi (ft. Sasuke, Shisui, Uchiha Clan, and Kisame/Itachi)

You are condemned to destroy all that you love, the curse promised. And Itachi loved Sasuke the most.

Day 14: Left for Dead -- Sakura (pre-Sakura/Itachi)

Day 15: Childhood Trauma | Moment of Clarity | "I did good, right?" -- Naruto (Naruto/Sasuke)

Day 16: Swamp | Wound Cleaning | "No, I can't feel anything." -- Sakura (Sakura/Shikamaru)

Day 17: Nowhere Else to Go -- Madara/Tobirama (ft. Deity Tobirama)

Day 18: "I see what is mine and take it." -- Madara/Tobirama

Day 19: Blood Trail | Abandoned Cabin -- Kakashi (Kakashi/Zabuza)

Day 20: Emotional Angst | Shoulder to Cry On | "It's not your fault." -- Sakura & Hinata (pre-Sakura/Hinata)

Day 21: Body Horror -- Shikamaru (Shikamaru/Naruto)

Day 22: Bleeding Through Bandages | Reopened Wounds | "Oh, that's not good." -- Kakashi & Team 7

Day 23: Forced Choice | "I'm doing this for you." -- Tobirama & Hashirama (pre-Madara/Tobirama)

“If there’s ever to be peace, this is the cost—” “I’m not doing this for peace,” Tobirama spat. “I’m doing this for you. Because you are my brother, and you could ask for anything and I would give it. Even if it kills me.”

Day 24: Collapsed Building -- Sakura & Ino (pre-Sakura/Ino)

Day 25: "It's for your own good." -- Sakura & Sasori (hints of Sakura/Sasori)

Day 26: Nightmares -- Madara (established Madara/Tobirama)

Day 27: Muzzled -- Kakashi & Obito (fucked up Kakashi/Obito)

Day 28: Denial -- Naruto (ft. Iruka)

Day 29: Fatigue | Burnout -- Kakashi (soft Kakashi/Gai)

His vision blurred again, and this time, instead of fighting it, Kakashi let the dark creep in. He fell into nothingness, and he did not feel where he landed.

Day 30: Hospital Bed | Holding Back Tears -- Sakura & Kakashi-sensei (ft. hints of Team 7)

Sakura didn’t like the fuzzy, numb, cold feeling that the drugs gave her, but she wasn’t eager to feel the pain either. She’d already cried over just the anticipation of it. Or maybe that was the shock of finding out she’d lost an arm and an eye. Maybe it was the anger and the grief and the fear coming out all at once.

Day 31: Asking for Help -- Naruto/Sasuke

“There’s a problem. A really, really, really big problem.” Sasuke narrowed his eyes. With Naruto, a really big problem could be anything from Irchiraku Ramen changing their operating hours to an international diplomatic snafu that was about to launch them into another world war. He gave it about 60-40 odds, favoring the former.

[teddybeartoji]

ok so i have mentioned it before but i've been rewriting the "i hunger to commit the act of touch" series aka the prince!gojo x knight!reader series bc i felt like my writing has improved so SO fucking much and i just knew i could make the existing chapters so much better.

anyway the question now is whether i should hold onto the chapters until i have multiple of them ready so you guys wouldn't have to wait that long for updates orrrrrrr should i just drop them as i finish them? both are still going to take time though so remember that .

i'm still me so it would still probably take me a long time before i finish ALL of them and so i thought maybe it'd be nice if you guys can read the ones that are ready in the meanwhile yk?

[reading-writing-dying]

Finished editing next chapter of the Hotguy/Cuteguy Love-square fic, now the question is do I post now or wait until my original planned date of Friday/Saturday?

[omori-in-odd-places]

My omori plushie finally came!

[desertduality]

New Ad Astra chapter tomorrow :)

[burningcheese-merchant]

oh great burningcheese-merchant, I know you're on a craze with this couple, who are awesome btw, but I come here today with a humble request as a long time reader that maybe you could consider revisiting your "cookie run ship backstories" on AO3. There are some couples on that fic I was eagerly awaiting to read about 👀 ofc no pressure, if you don't wanna come back to it, that's totally cool, I'll read whatever you choose to write because you are that fantastic at it ☝

You read that? And you actually like it? And you actually like it enough to come ask me to continue it???

I didn't think anyone cared about that one (or any of the not BurningCheese ones tbh, those have stolen my entire show 😂)! I did it for funsies and was surprised it even got to 400 hits! I'm really touched you want more, I'm going to add another ship chapter as soon as possible (later today probably, since they're all done and old as hell) just for you! (I'm between AbyssEel or BlackCaviar. I like how I wrote those ones in particular. I hope those are some of the ones you wanted to hear about haha)

Now... Look at the camera and tell everyone that the PitayaFire chapter is your favorite :) Don't mind the gun pointed at you, please ignore the cool metal of the shotgun barrel digging between your shoulder blades, forget that it's fully loaded, just tell the world that that was the best one and you ship PitayaFire to death and think everyone one else should, too :))) (kidding, obviously. You enjoy whatever you ship you want. I'm just so alone on PitayaFire Island waaaaahhhhhhhh)

I really am grateful for all the people that enjoy my writing. It means the world to me that I'm actually good enough at something that people enjoy what I do with it. I hope I'm able to keep entertaining you all with my nonsense stories, BurningCheese-related and otherwise ❤️

[pinkyjulien]

🟨 Just call me [V]

[bhaalsdeepbat]

I wanna share some WIP stuff from Never Love An Anchor bc i'm squirming with feels.

mercy taking twins to first check up and meeting with a doctor who has...specialized knowledge about dhampyrs

from a drabble where mercy goes to yell at bhaal for trying to get his claws in their progeny. the twins are THEIRS to fuck up not his. only to be met with silence by a god they had once devoted their existence to

and then another part of that same drabble

astarion angst from a chapter that will be his POV and have him have a little breakdown

[angelxd-3303]

Moving update no one asked for:

My feet hurt, lmao.

However, I've gotten everything but my books into the house, and now I'm working on sorting through everything. I'm going from a basement room to an upstairs room, so I think the brighter surroundings will definitely help my mental health. It's nice and bright, and I've got so many ideas as to where I want to put everything.

My main goal in this move is to improve myself mentally, because I got myself stuck in a rut of go to work, hide in room, rinse and repeat. It was really bad for my anxiety and depression, and the friend I'm moving in with knows that. She's been really helpful in letting me know that I don't have to isolate myself, which is a huge thing for me.

Once I get everything sorted the way I want it, then I plan to take the summer to just relax and work on myself.

Hope everyone is doing well, and I might have some ideas for art floating around in my head for when I get situated!

[bettsfic]

Hi,

I’m working on developing a writing routine and a detailed writing process at the moment, that will keep writing fun. So far I’m reading things (I.e. quotes, chapters) that inspire me to write, then listen to my story playlist and imagine the scene in my head, and then write it. I don’t know if this is odd or what. But I would love to hear about your process?

i don't think it's odd, i think it's great! having a story playlist is a solid way to switch into writing mode. and i like to call thinking of a scene in your head before writing it "brain writing."

the only writing i'm really consistent about is my morning writing that i do between 10am and 12pm every day. otherwise i write between tasks or really any time i get a few minutes to myself. i write 20ish hours a week usually. for me it's less "sitting down to write" and more "getting a little bit done here and there." lately my sister and i have been going around to all the coffee shops in our city to work for a bit in the afternoons, which has been a lot of fun. i wish i had a cool routine like yours though!

as far as my actual drafting process, i wrote about it in detail in my newsletter!

part i: planning & plotting

part ii: drafting

i'm working on part iii: revision which i hope to have finished in the next few months.

[weolucbasu]

*pokes head out of my 'Vem da greš' sadness pit*

Hey all!

I know I've just disappeared for a bit, but I'm trying to spend some time with my bf before he leaves.

Worry not, I'll be back to post my regularly scheduled JaNce analysis and hopefully commentary on Käärijä's new MV.

Okay, that's it for now, back into my despair hole I go!

[forgaeven1]

im baaaaaaaaaaack

[komakomacora]

Okok heres my au idea thing i was saying hehehehehe

Do Over AU

Mikey sends himself back to the beginning of the movie when opening the portal to save Leo. Now that he has everything that will go wrong memorized, there's no way that everything can go wrong again. Right?

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Right?!

[minty-illusion]

What a cute couple I hope nothing historically significant happens to them

Bonus: