#but i'll tag to keep track/be able to find them

[spacenintendogs]

fishlegs ingerman & meatlug in dragons: riders of berk: underworld

[howly]

headcanon: the boring perfect self control vampire bella thinks she has is a LIE and at one point she caught human scent mid-hunt and snapped. it made her so wild she had to be restrained to the point where things got ugly

i know edward would never dare to do it and meyer would never dare write it and in canon newborn vamp bella would be far stronger than him...

actually. you know who would be stronger than one young vampire? two old vampires. and who would act practical in a critical situation? emmett

imagine edward and bella heading out for a hunt and emmett being like "do you guys mind if i tag along? i feel like snacking". bella's a little mad at the prospect of suddenly having a third wheel (homegirl wasn't planning on just. hunting) but alice gets a weird hunch and goes "no, no, em should go with you" ok nostradamus. he's going.

fast forward they're in the mountain. bella finds having emmett third-wheeling is not half bad. in emmett's head, lowkey it's bella who's the third wheel after so many decades of him hunting together with edward. but nevertheless, it's so fun with her around. all is good until they catch the scent of an entire group of friends hiking just a couple of miles from here, away from all civilization. emmett and edward stop in their tracks, ready to turn around. bella, her guard down, loses it and stars running towards the group, so they have no choice but to charge at her. while strugging to keep her in place, they try to talk her down but she doesn't listen. she doesn't care, she's strong enough to fight them off, and she fights and claws and hisses and breaks bones of whoever gets in her way because there are so many pulses just a few minutes' run away from her and their scent is so sweet and burning and calling, calling, calling to her

while struggling to restrain her, emmett grunts "we have to disarm her". edward catches the image in his head and shouts "no! you can't literally disarm bella!". well, how the hell do you expect us to stop her from massacring all those hikers? we'll just put her back together afterwards. duh!, emmett thinks, and knows he has to act fast so he goes in while bella's busy yanking away from edward's grip and tears off a limb. or two. all 3 of them may or may not be screaming.

a few moments later edward's pinning bella to the ground, holding her face between his palms, forcing her to look at him. her thrashing is not so effective with limited body parts. part of him wants to yell at emmett but that's kind of low priority. he's holding on to the last of his composure while he looks down at bella's feral expression and chants 'baby. i'm so sorry but i'll give you your leg back after you calm down a bit. i won't be able to outrun you if you go chasing after those people now. please calm down. i love you. hold your breath'

just then she listens, stops breathing and her vision refocuses. for the first time she realizes she was on her way to slaughter a bunch of strangers and she broke the arm of the man she loves at least three times when he tried to stop her. she wants to open her mouth and apologize but that will require her to breathe and possibly go crazy with thirst again. so she stares back at edward's panicked eyes and nods at him, her own red eyes just as full of terror.

then she looks over his shoulder and sees emmett waving her severed leg in the air like it's a baseball bat. "hey, did you know that rose wears the same shoe size?"

[tegabyte]

Inquire within!

I'm trying to keep this low enough impact that I can accomplish them. I can sketch fairly quick enough, even if it's a full body (though that DOES take me longer), and I think I can manage this.

Feel free to peruse my art tags and see if I can draw for you.

Some other notes under a read more because I talk a lot:

I can be contacted via tumblr askbox, at the least, and I can contact you for more discussion via DMs after that. I also have a discord, and if I actually have a density of commission requests I can make a discord server to invite you into for more conversation. (I have several servers, admittedly, including one for artists/creatives, but it might be rude to clutter those with commission talk.) If you must reach out to me somewhere else, I have a bluesky or you can email me (ageofzero@live.com)

I have a ko-fi for payment, or paypal. I've used the latter more often and I can figure out the invoice thing if that's your preference.

I'm a primarily humanform artist. I can do human +wings, perhaps horns, or a mermaid tail, but I typically draw humankind and human shapes. I'm not set up to be a furry artist, and I want to be able to work faster than having to figure out animal shapes on the fly would allow me. I might be willing to draw a small animal companion with your character of choice, but that's a big maybe.

I know I wrote the vague "portrait" up there in the image, and I stand by that, but I realized that could also include things like video game avatars, and (variable)-sonas (trollsonas, for example). Still in the human limits, but with additional fun involved.

I'm pretty mild across the board as far as internet users go, and I forgot to write it on the image itself, but I won't do heavy gore stuff either. Blood and wounds are okay, that's fairly mild, but I won't draw guts spilling out or severe eye damage or stuff like that. That's probably not in the purview of sketch commissions anyway, but I would rather not have to deal with gore.

I will give you a quote if we have to negotiate additional details that'll cost more than my base price before I get started, and you're free to say that you can't commission me if you want at that point. No hard feelings, I get that money's tight across the board. I'm trying to find the bridge between making it worthwhile for what I'm offering and also making it reasonable for me to earn the bare amount of what I need.

I'm okay with drawing your ship of choice if you're willing to pay for it and give me a little more time to work out the positioning of characters. hand holding is hard, haha. I won't draw lolicon/shotacon, and I still won't draw sex, but we can talk around what else there is.

I'm not up to doing a fully rendered/fully colored commission right now, I haven't had a good track record with going through the full process digitally. Unless we have a really compelling discussion and I get paid real good, or I do it traditionally after that discussion, that's not something I'm offering fully.

I will send you the commissioner the full size png when I'm all done, but I'll post a smaller tumblr-size jpg on my blog, after payment is received. Unless you'd rather otherwise, in which case we'll talk about it and I'm willing to leave it unposted. You're not allowed to post it yourself or use it (as an avatar for example) without proper credit to me, and DEFINITELY you're not allowed to feed it to some image generating "AI" dataset.

I will offer these in traditional options (pencils and micron pens), but I can't stream the process on discord.

I don't have a formal contract to offer anyone, and I don't wanna figure out a google forms thing. My conditions are fairly reasonable and within my means, I think. Don't post my art or give it to AI, you don't get the image until I've gotten paid.

I think that's it? I hope that's it, I've been out of the game for a whiiiile.

...this is a top tier Genesis I've drawn for this commission post tbh

[donutdrawsthings]

why is your doctor called the one who shone?

✨Character Tag

Might as well write out what her whole deal is! I never did because I wanted to write her "introduction episode", but I'm really not a great writer. I'm just an ideas guy, really!

She's called "the one who shone" because her regeneration existed briefly, yet joyously! Her energy was infectious when she existed and brightened everyone's day. This regeneration also existed briefly for atypical reasons. She is a paradoxical regeneration, a regeneration that exists, but isn't supposed to.

The Master had created this Frankenstein's Monster type of Weeping Angel... called The Impossible Angel. Unlike regular angels that feed on "unlived potential" time energy, THIS Angel feeds on the impossible. It feeds on what never should be, paradoxes! paradoxical time energy! You are send to several time periods at once, split into pieces but still visibly whole. You are an impossible part of time and with every breath you take, time decays around you, changing things in ways that were not meant to be.

This creation had touched the Doctor and pulled out a regeneration that was never meant to exist. And since the Doctor is so old, and can live for so very long, her existing in and of itself as a paradox, is enough for the impossible angel to keep on growing stronger and collect more paradoxical time energy than it's actually able to hold.

It is a time bomb, literally! And when it goes off, it resets the entire universe!

Since THIS Doctor is the reason the whole universe is at risk at all, she figured she should find a way to focus this reset on her regeneration alone. Make it so that she never existed in the first place. With some tinkering and quick, smart thinking, she succeeded with her plans, resetting the universe to before she was created and destroying the poor, Impossible Angel in the process.

Elisa still remembers her. Very well, in fact. Every minute she'd spend with her. But when she encounters the Doctor again and sees him stepping out of his TARDIS, she is quickly walked past, making it clear that the woman she knew is truly, gone forever.

I had way more ideas for her story, like her introduction and other episode ideas, but I'll leave those under the cut!

For the Doctor's introduction, she wakes up after regenerating, finding herself crashed in London with no memory of what happened before. Nothing unusual sofar, but then she sees some suspicious activity at a school and starts investigating. This is where she meets her companion, Elisa!

Elisa gets bullied/outcasted heavily at her school and it has her feeling all types of low. She's alone in the girl's bathroom, crying, and a perfect next victim to add to the list of kids with a mysterious sickness that leaves them bedridden. Then the Doctor barges in with this little doohickey she'd build out of a branch. It tracks the source of an alien metal, and the source of said metal would make itself known only seconds later.

It's a Panagralid, otherwise known as a data worm! It chases after the two all over the school, but it's only visible to Elisa, so everyone thinks she's just acting up. They manage to throw it off their scent by literally throwing her school blazer with her scent at it and hiding in a closet.

The doctor catches her up to speed on what's going on, Elisa being frustrated at the Doctor for almost being excited about this horrifying thing, and they discuss what it wants. Data worms feed on information, and the females have these metal plates on their body to store info on for their young. Other species often keep and train female data worms though to obtain certain bits of information in secret (because it can cloak itself!). The doctor has all these plans to combat things, but then gets hit by a wave of post-regeneration sickness unlike anything she's ever felt before, and she briefly blips out of existence. Well, to her it was brief. in actuality she's disappeared for hours, leaving Elisa to go home alone and wonder why the data worm wants HER specifically.

Well turns out, it didn't want her specifically, and she isn't as special as she thought she was.

This trio of aliens has actually set up shop at the school and have trained the data worm to specifically harvest negativity. Apparently, negative emotions are a currency on their planet, and a human school is essentially the perfect place to farm it and become rich. It doesn't matter to them that it leaves the victim basically bedridden with exhaustion.

Anyways, I never worked out exactly how the Doctor would work this out, but it ends in the school basically having exploded and the 3 aliens picked up by space authorities. This leaves Elisa without a school and the lingering hurt still left from being called "not special". So when she sees the opportunity to sneak into the Doctor's TARDIS, she does.

This brings us to the next story: THE PHANTOM SUN

The Doctor discovers Elisa has sneaked in, which is perfectly timed with the TARDIS being dragged towards this space ship from the future. A strong gravitational pull has pulled them in and they can't leave. The Doctor is really frustrated with this because she's not keen on endangering a 15 year old with her travels, while also still struggling to figure out how she came to regenerate and what made her "blip" out of existence.

The ship itself is inhabited by Dutch people (hence why the ship looks like a collection of different styled houses)

The people on this ship are just regular people, a lesbian couple, a family with kids, an eccentric artist, some college students, two doctors and a teacher. The landlord of all these houses is this robot called Larry 4410, and it is created by the same company that build this collective space ship and ultimately the party that will receive all their rent.

Little facts aside, the space ship is also stuck in a strong gravitational pull. Well actually, they're not being pulled towards anywhere, they're stuck in space. It's like they're at the centre of said gravitational pull, but nothing's there. On top of that, something terribly strange seems to be happening on the ship. Furniture goes flying, strange texts appear burned onto the walls, and scariest of all... people seem to get possessed.

When they get possessed, you can't comfortably look at them. your eyes will start watering like you're looking at a bright light, when that's not the case... and within a few second of possession, the possessed person bursts into flames from the inside out. It is up to the Doctor to solve this horrifying mystery!

While the Doctor digs into the technicalities and alien aspect of the scene, Elisa is sat with the residents and venting to them about feeling useless. She's comforted by the family, when she wonders out loud how she can understand these Dutch people and the text on the wall. The Doctor explains that the TARDIS translates things for them, and then Elisa tells her that the residents couldn't understand what it had said before, meaning what the TARDIS had translated, wasn't Dutch. The Doctor goes to turn off the automatic translation feature, and it turns out she was right!

It's an ancient language from a planet that has been absorbed by a dying sun long long ago. This is when the Doctor puts together that the sun used to be alive, much like episode "42", and that they're literally being haunted by the ghost of a long-passed sun that used to be worshipped by a loving planet and cannot find peace after having consumed it. The doctor then teaches the residents the ancient sun worship ritual, and the phantom sun can finally rest in peace.

Suspiciously though, the person the kids have been calling "the teacher" in English, has vanished. Elisa tries to ask about it in broken Dutch, but doesn't know the actual Dutch name for "teacher". the kids help her out and ask if she means "de Meester", which startles the Doctor briefly, before she turns on the translation feature again. The Dutch word for "teacher" can also mean "master" for masculine teachers.

Yup! It was the Master all along. They would from this point on become a frequently recurring character in the Doctor and Elisa's lives, just hanging out with them and seemingly appearing obnoxiously harmless.

(They're not doing anything to the Doctor because they've already done it. The Doctor's existence already feeds their Impossible Angel, so the Master is just along for the ride!)

I also had this story idea that features another scenario with the theme "things that aren't supposed to exist, existing anyways"

These are the Kirios! They are descendants (and visually inspired by) the balhuticaris and come from a timeline in which the creatures of the Cambrian Period never went extinct!

The Doctor goes to this time period to excitedly show Elisa the start of earth life, when they get arrested by 2 Kirios. Turns out, the Kirios created a piece of technology that creates a form of time travel called "pinpoint timetravel". It can only go to 1 specific point in time, essentially putting a "pin" in the timeline and allowing Kirios to travel to it, no second earlier or later.

They do this to protect their existence and world. Their world has a lot of natural disasters and dangers, so the Kirios species is naturally wary, but when they learned that their existence is even more fragile than they thought, they decided to also guard the very start of their life on earth!

I also had some other loose ideas for this Doctor :o)

I designed various aliens for fun. I figured the guy on the bottom right would be the one to tell the Master about the vulnerability of Angels when they're not looked at, since it is a blind creature. Like, that they CAN indeed be harmed!

I also created this alien called "Xor Voncus", which is an alien created to work as a sort of hand puppet :oP its species specialises in 1 skill and then throughout the years they hone their skill more and more, until they're basically the best in the universe for getting the job done! this makes them targets, sometimes </3 when they're really just creatures of passion.

I also had this idea that this ginger cat called Jim would tag along to adventures with the Doctor, even if she didn't want it to. The TARDIS would start taking a liking to it and accommodate more and more to Jim living in the TARDIS.

Then there's also the case of the Blind Teen and the Friendly Angel. Liam and Korstmos!

Liam is Elisa's only friend and basically her handyman when she needs to get anything done without the Doctor, with him being a pickpocketer and lock picker and all. He is a sarcastic jokester type of character, always messing with people for a laugh and using his quick wit to defend himself at school.

Then there's Korstmos, a friendly Weeping Angel with seemingly no need to feed. This of course raised the Doctor's suspicions that it might be up to something, when in actuality it really isn't. It just got caught in the crossfires of what the Master was up to, having touched a human paradox and fed on their time energy. With the hunger of a wild beast no longer aching in her stomach, she found other things to do and began to enjoy the world in a whole different way. That isn't to say that she'll live happily ever after, though... She's dying. Much like the Impossible Angel, she's crumbling under the extreme pressure of all this Wrong Time Energy, it is literally killing her where she stands, veeeery slowly.

When time resets, she's also back to how she used to be, hunting people like a regular Weeping Angel

[lilbardrhi]

"Broken", Not Stupid - 2: Her Name is...

Pairing: alpha!Simon "Ghost" Riley x unusual omega!OC

CW: Omegaverse; cult-like situation; dehumanization

Author's Note: My gorl, @lostintransist, needed more so I'm gonna write more.

"I'm so sorry, sir, but we don't allow full face coverings on the property," the beta female worker - Jenny, according to her name tag - informs Simon.

"I'm not wandering around without a mask of some kind," he grumbles in response. When the woman doesn't back down, but keeps smiling weirdly up at him, he sighs and rolls his shoulders. "Fine," he conceeds.

Without another word, he turns while fishing a black surgical mask from his hoodie pocket. He swaps his balaclava for the surgical mask as quickly as he can then turns back around to face her. Jenny looks ready to protest again when another beta worker - male this time - rests his hand on her shoulder.

"I'll take it from here, Jen. Go check on the omegas in the medical wing. New arrivals," he smiles warmly at her and nods.

Jenny's smile falters for a moment but it returns and she nods then walks off.

"Nice to meet you, mate. I'm Frank. Welcome to Salvation's Whitestable location. What can we do for you?"

After going through the legalities and paperwork, Simon was able to set up an appointment to meet the omegas in the facility. The soonest they were willing to schedule such was the following week. Something about not wanting to "overload the omegas since so many are curious about them and want to take them in."

It made sense on the surface, but it didn't settle quite right with Simon. Nothing he could truly do about it, though, so he signed what was needed and waited until the agreed upon day.

It'd been about a week since we'd had any visitors - which tracks, by my timing, since it seems we only get them about once a week. I find visitors annoying as all hell. They're just alphas sniffing around for a desperate omega anyway. Most of the omegas who leave are likely better off in this hell hole anyway.

At least while omegas here their needs are respected. For the most part.

When we're called out to the yard for "fresh air", I knew it was just visitors. They have us on a strict routine and don't let anyone see us inside. Claim it's too dangerous, too many places to hide and find trouble.

It's a nice day, I guess. Not super cloudy and definitely not raining, sun's out even if it gets tucked behind the clouds once in a while.

Gods, I can already smell the alphas.

My nose wrinkles and I toss an annoyed look towards the gates where the alphas are waiting for entrance. When the gate opens I roll my eyes and look away, focusing on the book in my hands instead.

"Why don't you ever engage with them?" a voice whispers from over my shoulder.

"I'm busy, 1211," I tell the younger omega flatly without looking up.

"But the alphas are here. A few of us might get to find a mate today," she exclaims excitedly before something catches her attention and she darts off.

I sigh softly and close my book. She'll likely leave today, being so close to her heat. It makes her more desirable, even if she's still loopy as hell. I pity her, honestly. This place may be weird, but at least it's known and familiar.

Well... it is for me. I've been here since they opened this facility. If I'm calculating correctly, I've been here for a full year as of today. Most omegas are out in one to two months.

"Any reason why you're camped out under a tree and not... interacting with literally anyone else?"

I jump at the sound of the man's voice and my book falls from my hands. Before I can react and save my book from the ground, a gloved hand shoots out and grabs it.

"Didn't mean to startle you," he says as he walks to stand in front of me.

My book gets turned in his hands and I slowly follow his hands up to his partially covered face. Jesus, how tall is this guy? I'm tall for an omega but this guy might as well be a damn tree! He's even as wide as one.

"Tolkien, huh?" he asks as he hands my book back.

I stay quiet but nod and accept my book. No way in hell he's not one of the alpha visitors - never seen a beta built like this - but I can't smell him.

"Not a talker?"

"Not really," I finally say.

His eyebrows twitch upward for a moment before returning to the neutral expression he's been wearing since he stepped in front of me. Probably wasn't expecting me to be American.

"Me either," he says after a moment. "Probably why I'm here, huh?"

I give him a look of confusion at that.

"I don't socialize much so I'm- nevermind," he sighs. "Mind if I stay here for a bit? There's just too much going on elsewhere right now."

"Isn't that why you're here? To find a high energy, cuddly, and loving omega?" I ask dryly. "I know a few of the girls would be ecstatic to go home with an alpha like you."

"Yeah... maybe. Until they realize what my job is and just how often I'm away from home because of it," he scoffs.

"And what is your job?" My eyes narrow as he speaks.

"I'm military," he says simply. When I don't respond, he sighs. "I'm gone a lot. Many missions require minimum or no communication. There's no rushing home from work or random phone calls."

I glare up at him, considering what he's saying. Then it hits me and I start laughing.

"Oh, man! You're a decent actor, I'll give you that. How much did they pay you? Is this a script they gave you or did you just come up with this on the fly? Bonus points for doing it on the fly, if so. I knew they were itching to get rid of me, but damn-"

"The hell are you on about? I'm not an actor."

The genuine offense in his voice makes my laughter fade.

"You weren't paid to tell the 'stupid omega who can't figure out she's an omega' that you have a lifestyle that she would fit into nicely?" My arms cross over my chest and I give him a look of disbelief.

Rage seems to filter into his eyes for a moment.

"Simon," he says, offering his hand.

My eyes fall to his hand and I hesitantly accept it.

"Nice to meet you, I guess, Simon," I test his name. "I'm known as UK-009-0013 or 13 around here."

And never anything else.

Masterlist | CoD Masterlist | Part One

Tag list: @lucienofthelakes

[angelpuns]

“Interesting, he portaled back home,” Donnie tapped at his wristtech, giving the now paralysed thug at his foot a slight push. He rolled towards his buddies with a squawk, the three of them all sporting matching purple, Genius Brand™ labeled darts sticking out of their feathers. 

“ You all will owe a small fee for those by the way, they were meant to catch that blue bozo I call a brother,” Donnie informed, “ I will be sending an invoice by the end of the week, and my late payment policy is nothing short of a nightmare, so-” 

“Donnie, you can do your villain monologue later, is Leo still at the lair?” Raph cut him off and finished tying up one of the thugs, shooting them a mildly apologetic look. Donnie's whole thing did seem sort of evil villain when they let him go on too long of a tangent after all. 

Donnie sighed, “ you never let me have my moment, Raphala” 

He watched as Leo moved around the lair, his tracker dot blinking back and forth for a while in his room. 

“Yes, he seems to be pacing for now. I think he's onto the whole tracker thing,” Donnie murmured, watching the blinking dot with a frown. It suddenly began rapidly moving towards the med bay, as Leo began inevitably rifling through their supplies to patch himself up. 

Or…

Dread landed in his stomach like a stone, Donnie clenching his hand open and shut a few times to try and dissipate the mounting anxiety. 

“ If he is onto the tracker we've got limited time, he may try to….to remove it” 

The added implication of ‘by any means necessary’ wasn't necessary for him to voice aloud, but Raph and Mikey's shared looks of dread meant they understood that as well. 

“ We can’t just show up at the lair again, he'll just portal away..” Mikey sighed, wringing his hands, “and if he manages to find and remove the tracker….”

“ he'll be roaming New York until at least tomorrow…” Donnie finished. 

He sighed. His dumb dumb twin was not making this easy. Of course the one with the portals was the one they had to keep track of, that made this soooo much harder. 

Donnie stopped mid anxiety stim and checked Leo's location again. Still in the med bay. Vitals looked good. Excellent. 

“ good news gentleman, I have a way to track Leo if he does find the tracker - which he probably won't, he said confidently,” 

Donnie quickly typed up the idea into his gauntlet. It wouldn't take long to whip up at all, especially since his goggles already detected mystic energy. He just needed to make them able to detect Leo's mystic energy specifically and they'd be golden!

Raph grinned and have him a squeeze on the shoulder, “ there's my genius bro! You got a plan, Dee?”

Donnie grinned, “ absolutely, I do” 

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More of that one thing I was doing. 50 first dates style memory au. It doesn't really have a name so I'll just tag it as #50au for now?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6

[vixonspixels]

EA Male Toddler Hair Catalogue

I've said this many times but again, I am disappointed with how much lack of content we have for base game. Not everyone is fortunate enough to be able to buy all of the packs, or simply don't want to buy them as they aren't keen on the items. Whatever the reason I definitely think EA needs to add a few more base game hairs, not only for toddlers but all age groups!

So with that being said, and me struggling with finding nice toddler hairs to download I decided to pick out my favourite male and female toddler EA hairs and convert them to base game so that everyone can have them if they choose too. I'm fortunate enough that I own all of the packs, including kits but I know alot of others arent.

I'll be personally leaving these in my game as I literally only ever have the custom content tag on in CAS and forget the EA hairs are even there, the same applies with clothes 🤣

I'll be bringing out the female toddler part next week when I have the time

I'll leave a list below of what each hair is called and what pack its from incase you only want to pick out the hairs that you dont have the packs for. The names of the hairs are the ones EA has called them. I'm aware some creators may have brought out some of these hairs, but honestly with how many creators there is in this community its impossible to keep track of who's done what

These are all basegame friendly as I have converted all of them

Model used is kingston with darker hair as blonde hair doesnt show up too great with my CAS background

List below of each hair

1 - Short Curls | Growing Together

2 - Undercut | Toddlers Pack

3 - Waves | Paranormal Pack

4 - Wavy Fade | Highschool Years

5 - Straight Bowl Cut | Seasons

6 - Twists Fade | Cottage Living

7 - Cornrows | Wedding Stories

8 - Long Braids | Growing Together

9 - Short Box Braids | Highschool Years

10 - Short Messy | Snowy Escape

11 - Curly Tapered | Cottage Living

12 - Parterd Wavy | Snowy Escape

13 - Short Fade | Home Chef Hustle

14 - Short Undercut | Highschool Years

15 - Straight Swept Toussel | Tiny Living

16 - Short Curls | Tiny Living

Available for free over on my patreon page here

[starmocha]

I'm gonna finish this story, I'm gonna finish this story, I'mgonnafinishthisstory, I'm gonna finish this story

Main story of Bride of the Dragon King is currently at 26.7k words...and idk, I think there are like ten scenes left. Most of my writing notes got scattered in my phone, because I've also been itching to write a few other AUs and more of the LNDS babies series. I have a goldfish brain and the attention span of a golden retriever, sorry, I can't be fixed 😔😔😔

Anyhoo, here's a wip snippet to hype myself up lol

Prelude is already out and I am keeping track of who asked to be tagged when I post the main story. Just mention explicitly to me somewhere and I'll add your handle to the list.

“Come here.” “I will not!” you protested vehemently, arms crossed over your chest, back turned to him in embarrassment. You could hear the sound of water splashing, sensed his presence shifting. You blushed harder. Sylus sighed. “I do not like repeating myself.” You flustered, but continued to adamantly keep your back to him. “You are shameless!” Sylus smirked, tilting his head in amusement. “Am I, my beloved?” Before you could even think of deigning him a response, Sylus motioned with his hand, summoning crimson tendrils that wrapped around your body, lifting and dragging you over until you shrieked in shock, finding yourself submerging into a hot spring. You surfaced quickly, gasping and sputtering, choking on the water you had accidentally engulfed. You could hear laughter and you turned in his direction, glaring, red-faced from both anger and embarrassment. You immediately splashed him with the water, yelling, “How could you do that?!” You gasped again, not expecting Sylus to wade closer to you. You quickly tried to avert your eyes, well aware he was completely nude in your presence. The sound of the water splashing seemed to grow louder the closer he moved to you. You whimpered when he invaded your space, his hand gripping your chin, gently guiding you to meet his darkening eyes. “As you have said, my beloved,” he murmured quietly, eyes darting back and forth from your flushed cheeks to your quivering lips, “I am shameless.” You swallowed slowly, heart quickening as his lips moved closer and closer until he finally claimed yours. You weakened, letting yourself be tempted by this sweet kiss, and forgetting momentarily the salacious situation you were in. As Sylus kissed you, his hands skimmed down underwater, resting on your hips and rubbing slow, lazy circles on them, feeling the wet fabric of your clothes clinging to your skin. You could feel an unusual heat building inside you as he touched you, seemingly testing the boundary between the two of you. He pulled away first, eyes growing hazy with desire. You panted, unable to regulate your breathing after the whirlwind of emotions he had just put you through in the last few minutes. You tried to speak, but all coherent thoughts seemed to have left your head, and from the way he was smiling at you, a cross between teasing and adoration, you found yourself at an even greater loss for words. After a moment, you managed to find your voice, as feeble as it may be. “You are so shameless…” you repeated, attempting to look elsewhere, though by this point, Sylus made sure he was the only object of your vision. “…how can you ask a maiden to bathe with you?” “She will be my bride,” he answered unabashed, smirking at your gawk at his audaciousness. His finger traced over your trembling lips, the light, fleeting touch left behind a tingling sensation long after they were gone. He hummed in satisfaction at the reaction you had. “Am I not your lover as well?” You blushed deeper. “…in a sense…” He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement at your coyness and embarrassment. He leaned down, taking your lips for himself again, pleased as he was able to draw out your soft, sweet moans. Minutes passed, he broke the kiss, the warmth of both your breaths intermingled, breathing heavy, and your look of disappointment not missed by his keen eyes. His fingers glided along your flushed cheek, down to your chin, and with a light tilt up so your soft doe eyes met his own aroused gaze, Sylus husked quietly, “In all sense, I want to be your lover.”

[merrimentsmight]

A Cicero x Listener (can be either afab or nonbinary) fic where they maybe have the entire sanctuary for themselves, where Cicero chases the Listener, a sort of hide and seek plus tag game with the premise of "When I find you, I'll fuck you"

Lots of taunting and teasing and flirting hMMMmmm then raunchy debauchery either with sex scene or or not, your call >:) (Definitely not Haunting Adeline inspired, nooo...) PLEASE AND THANK YOU! <3

Happy anniversary baby, I love you <3

The Sanctuary was empty save for two living bodies, and every time that Cicero and the Listener were alone in the stone halls together their memories rang with that first moment they had both been there together. When Cicero tried to kill Lumina and failed. It was even easier to remember that day now, as he stalked her.

They were both at their highest register, bodies operating smooth-near-instinctual in the smoke-choked lowlight, footsteps softened by soft armor and ears keyed to the lowest sounds: breathing, shuffling of leather against leather, the sound of hair rising on the back of one's neck.

“Sly Listener,” Cicero mocked, “come out now and Cicero won't have to hurt you. But any longer, and he might start to get... impatient.”

Lumina sucked in warm air from where she hid near the fireplace in the main hall, tracking the jester's location by the sound of his voice. It sounded like he was on the level above her. From the echo and the distance, he was crossing the bridge over the training room; getting close. When he was able to keep his mouth shut, the man's movement was nearly completely silent. But Cicero was too excited to stay quiet. She crept around the front of the fire to hide on the far side, the one further from Cicero's cloying voice.

“There really are only so many places to hide, and Cicero knows all of them,” He called out. “I lived here for ages, just Cicero and Mother.”

He made his way down the stairs, just too late to watch Lumina hide on the far side of the fireplace. She could only blame herself. She should have bought more furniture. Cicero moved perfectly, the decades-trained killer that he was, able to carry himself like a predator animal even in his motley. Lumina wore common clothes, with soft leather soled shoes. In the woods this game would last even longer, but having the Sanctuary empty was too much of a luxury to pass up.

She studied his movement, and the Imperial curve of his nose; his high cheekbones and his softly curling eyelashes. The warm brown of his eyes as he turned and caught her peering. His lips and the way they suddenly shot up into a wicked smile.

She was caught, and there wasn't time to do anything but run. She turned away from Cicero's sharp eyes and down the dark hallway. The sound of her heavy footfalls was quickly doubled by the sound of Cicero running, and her blood bubbled up through her body. His manic cackle made her hair stand on end. Her legs were longer but Cicero was fast, and closing the distance.

By the time she made it into the training room he was snapping at her heels like a terrier. Lumina pulled harder, breath becoming heavy, every pulse of blood throbbing hard in her head and down between her legs. She didn't dare look around, she could only focus on running. She was almost to the bedroom, and if she got to the bed first, the tables would turn and Cicero would be the one running. She passed through the door and reached out one hand, fingers stretching for the wooden baseboard.

Lumina was tackled to the ground. Cicero's weight pulled her onto the floor, and she just barely caught herself with her one outstretched arm. He snarled one gloved hand into her long hair, pressing her face into the stone floor and bringing his mouth down close.

“Oh my!” he crooned, the manic edge keeping his voice from ever being a true whisper, “what a pretty little prize you are.” Lumina felt his breath against her ear. Frissons shot down her neck, and she shifted uncomfortably beneath him, so dripping wet she could feel it between her thighs, so soaked that Cicero could probably smell it.

“Stupid, stupid Listener, to run from Cicero...” he said, pulling away from her ear and letting go of her hair to run his hand down the thick muscle of her back. He drew in a quick, shuddering breath, and when he shifted onto his knees Luminia could feel his erection against her ass. When he pulled down her pants and small-clothes she whimpered like a beaten dog and he laughed at her, a dark edge on it like cruelty, and pressed his still gloved fingers between her legs.

“Proud Lumina likes being chased, doesn't she? Hmm? She likes being hunted down and caught like an animal?”

“I do not,” the Listener protested, body hot and face pink, trying not to writhe further onto the Keeper's fingers. She was so slick it was embarrassing, almost worse than being caught and losing their game.

“Don't lie to Cicero. He knows better than that!” He stopped and pulled back without ever putting his fingers inside. “You're so filthy, filthy wet, Cicero doesn't need to stretch you out at all.” His cock slid inside of her cunt all at once, slick and burning, and he groaned at the grip of her walls against him.

“Oh, yessss,” he hissed, and Lumina moaned and being suddenly stuffed so full. She tried to lift herself up on her arms and Cicero pushed the back of her head back into the floor again.

“Naughty Listener,” he crooned, pulling out and slamming back inside, “fighting Cicero while he takes his prize...” his hand moved down to her neck, and he pinched her there for grip, fucking her hard against the ground. She couldn't look around, couldn't touch him, all she could do was focus on how he felt inside of her, the pounding friction. Her breasts rubbed into the floor through her shirt, and she would have rashes there and on her stomach.

Cicero shifted to pull further on top of her, his hand moving away from her hair to support himself. His other hand snaked under her to press into her clit, and with every crazed thrust of his hips he rubbed against it. Lumina cried out his name, half muffled against the floor.

“Good girl, Lumina,” he said, curling his fingers against her so that she could feel the seam of his leather gloves, “Come for Cicero. You feel so good, yes, yes, oh, yes...”

She rocked against him, senseless to everything but the pleasure in her body and the way Cicero felt inside and around her, making everything crystallize to a sharp peak. She cried out and came, body going rigid and her hips bucking, legs kicking out behind her.

Cicero groaned, loud and rough, as he came, the spasming walls of Lumina's cunt gripping him vise-tight and milking him. His toes curled inside of his shoes and he buried his face into her muscular back. She felt the soundless movements of his lips against her. Whatever he whispered was a secret between him and her skin.

She basked for a moment, before the full weight of her Keeper became unpleasant.

“Can I move now, or is this still part of your prize?”

“Oh!” Cicero giggled, rolling off her and onto his back, and come leaked out of Lumina and onto the stone floor, “I guess it's Cicero's turn to hide now...”

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Catharsis

Sorry this took so long, had to catch up on school work. Reader is an experiment in this one, which organisation is really up to you!

Summary: You choose to face your demons, and Bucky swears to be by your side always.

Bucky knows he shouldn't have told you about this mission. He knows you wouldn't be in the right head space to properly complete the mission, and Nat had even warned that you might jeopardise it, but he still felt the need to tell you. He would rather know you were with him on the jet than find out the hard way that you had managed to sneak aboard, it was easier to keep track of you and ensure he could protect you.

So here you were, sitting in the jet next to him, with an annoyed Fury barking away in the earpiece about mission confidentiality. You raised an eyebrow at him and he shrugged.

"Felt you should know," he hums. You give him a soft smile, squeezing his hand and he squeezes back. The jet is going to land soon, you'll be confronting the one who turned you into a weapon in a moment's time and he doesn't know how you'll react. He's afraid, anxious that he made the wrong choice in letting you tag along but he knows he has to be strong for you, just in case you crumble.

His thumb brushes over the back of your hand as the jet lands and the door opens. You step out first, quickly taking in your surroundings while Bucky double checks the building's layout, making sure he has everything memorised correctly. He can't afford to mess this up, not when he could lose you as a result.

"We'll enter via the east door, that should position us closest to the lab and take the route to the left. Remember, no guns or the entire base will be upon us." He closes the map, looking you over. You seem alright, nothing amiss which eases his worries a little. "You do know —"

"Yeah, I do." Your jaw clenches. "I know the people inside are responsible for creating the monster inside me, but I can't back down. If I run, I'll never be able to confront my past."

He nods, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. "I'll always be here, no matter what."

"I know." Your gaze softens. "Let's go."

The path into the base is barely guarded, allowing you and Bucky to descend like shadows, easily dispatching them in seconds. They don't suspect a thing and slump over unconscious before they can even register anything. With the help of a guard's key card, the two of you slip in and the metal door swings shut behind you both.

Bucky notices the sharp breath you exhale as the door slams shut, echoes ringing in the hallway and gently nudges your shoulder with his, a questioning look in his eyes. You shake your head, signalling to carry on and he relents, albeit hesitantly. The first guard inside the base gets immediately knocked out and hauled off to one side where you check his person for any lab key cards. To no one's surprise, the guard doesn't carry the lab key card and you let out a huff of annoyance, much to Bucky's amusement.

"We just entered the base and you're already tired?" He murmurs, letting out a quiet chuckle.

"Why can't we happily stumble upon what we need the moment we enter?" You grumble softly and receive a flick to the forehead.

"It'll be over quickly, don't you worry doll." He resists the urge to give you a kiss, the both of you have to move fast before the rest of the base gets alerted which doesn't allow time for couple shenanigans. You roll your eyes, elbowing him in the ribs before peeking around the corner and using your powers to pull the singular guard towards you. Side stepping, you watch as Bucky's metal fist collides with the guard's head and the guard crumples to the ground.

You repeat this process for another six times, each producing no results and you're ready to throw hands.

"Looks like we'll need to actually find a scientist." You frown, pocketing the new key card you'd found. "I did get a key card for the second level doors, though."

"Then fortunately we're next to the lab, one should appear any time soon." Bucky's gaze flicks to the door lock opposite. Your eyes follow the direction he's looking in and your body freezes, blood growing cold.

Bucky glances behind him, a retort on the tip of his tongue when he realises how tense your body is. Your fist is tightly clenched, legs trembling slightly and he gently shakes you out of your stupor.

"Doll, focus on me." This was a bad idea. He should have just banned you from even trying to come on this mission. He didn't know you were going to freeze up at the sight of the lab you'd been experimented in, he'd expected you to be thirsty for revenge or something similar. "I'm not letting anyone hurt you anymore."

"Buck." Your breath comes out shakily. "They, he might be inside."

"Who?" He asks even though he already knows the answer.

"The one responsible for all this." You clench and unclench your fists. "The one who cut me open and stitched me back together. If he…"

"I've got your back, no matter what." He places a hand on your shoulder. "I promise."

"Thanks." The word leaves your lips in a whisper but he can see the resolve in your eyes. His heart flutters, pride surging through his veins and he smiles, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You've got this.

He turns his attention back to the lab door, wondering if the lab will look similar to the one he was in back in Hydra, wondering what sort of people worked in such a facility, wondering if it had changed since you were last in there. He feels your warmth as you brush against him, ready to pull in the first personnel who walks through those doors and feels your determination.

If only he had the same courage to face his demons.

The unlucky doctor of the day steps through the door and the both of you move, months of being partners etched into your muscles, effortlessly dispatching the doctor and forcing open the lab doors. One of the doctors inside almost lets out a terrified wail but one of your knives lodges itself in her throat, silencing her forever.

Bucky watches as you drive another knife into the unlucky doctor's heart, ripping it out and pointing it at the surviving personnel who have their backs pressed against the wall, faces white from terror.

"No welcome home for me?" You quip, stalking towards them. Bucky inserts the thumbdrive and lets the data download itself, keeping one eye on the thumbdrive and one eye on you. You have this, Bucky knows, but he still can't help it, worrying about you is his job after all.

He watches as the doctors cower before you, your roles now reversed. It's you who's now standing over them, you who's the one in power, you who determines their fate. Your knife plunges into the chest of the nearest doctor, crimson bursting forth and some begin to beg for mercy but their cries fall on deaf ears. You carve up the next doctor within reach, opening up his throat and turning the floor red with his blood.

A pit forms in Bucky's stomach as he watches you brutalise another two doctors with your gravity manipulation, crushing them slowly until their skeleton cannot take it and their bodies explodes in a shower of internal organs, flesh, bones and blood. He's torn, unsure of whether it's hypocritical to stop you because he knows if you positions were reversed, he would do the same. He would tear through those who turned him into the Winter Soldier, those who tortured him, those who were the cause of his years of suffering and pain. So he forces himself to watch it all, fists clenched tightly as he prays that you do not forget yourself amidst it all lest vengeance consumes you.

"Y/N —" The words clog up in his throat after you've decimated most of the terrified staff. "It's —"

He can't get it out. He can't tell you to stop, can't tell you that he's losing you, can't tell you that you've changed, that it's not you anymore, it's the monster within. You turn to look at him, eyes glowing yellow and filled with a malice he's never seen before, causing him to take a shaky step back. One of the doctors takes the opportunity to try and flee but your head snaps back and your fingers curl, bending gravity to your will. The doctor is stopped dead in her tracks, eyes wide with fear as you pull her towards you, a wide grin on your face.

"What was it you told me whenever I tried to run?" Your voice is low, words a mere whisper breathed into her ear but his super soldier hearing catches everything.

"T—there's n-no escape," the doctor barely manages to gasp out, body quivering in fear.

You smile. "There is no escape."

Bucky looks away as the doctor's scream is abruptly cut off, removing the thumbdrive that has finished downloading all the files and slips it into his pocket. There's one doctor remaining, the leader from the looks of it and he's braver than the others, Bucky has to admit. They lock gazes with you, not once flinching away as you step nearer and nearer to them, knife dripping with blood.

"You." The word comes out as a guttural growl from your throat. "You."

"Stand down, Reaper." The doctor says in a stern voice, and you flinch. Your body tenses up, feet frozen to the floor, eyes wide and Bucky immediately starts moving. He knows this reaction all too well, knows that the memories resurfacing threaten to overwhelm you and knows that every emotion is eating you alive right now.

"Y/N!" He calls out to you, hoping that his voice will somehow pull you out of the abyss. "You're stronger than this!"

His metal hand touches your skin, fingers curled gently around your forearm. "I'm right here, and I won't let you go back there again."

You exhale a shaky breath, gaze flicking up to meet his. He nods, slowly letting go of your forearm and your fingers stiffly uncurl from the hilt of your knife.

"I've got this," you whisper. "I'm stronger than what they made me. I won't be controlled by them ever again."

You straighten, taking a deep breath and point your knife at the doctor. "You will suffer every cut you made on me and a thousand more."

The doctor's eyes widen and he opens his mouth to say something but your knife tears into his flesh first, causing a scream of pain to erupt instead. Then you rip the knife out and stab again, this time cutting into his shoulder, then his arm, then his thigh. You keep stabbing, over and over again, the doctor's screams echoing in the bloodstained lab until all the life flows out of him and the lab falls silent, save for the sound of your sobs.

You crumple to your knees, sobs turning to cries that tear from your throat as your knife clatters to the ground. You scream, howling out all the pain that's been contained over the years, tears cascading down your cheeks. Bucky cautiously walks over to you, resisting the urge to immediately wrap you in his arms and instead takes a seat opposite you, holding out his flesh hand, waiting for you to make the first move. He knows to a certain extent what you're going through, and that you just need some space to yourself for the time being, so he waits as patiently as he possibly can, pushing aside the way his heart wrenches with each wail that spills from your lips.

After what feels like an eternity, you collapse into his arms, burying your face into his shoulder. Your body still shakes with each sob, fingernails digging into his back as you cling to him. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly, burying his face into your hair.

"I'm right here," he murmurs, running his fingers through your hair. You hiccup in response, pressing against him and Bucky feels his heart flutter at the sight of you finding solace in him. He's used to being viewed as a monster, to be trusted and be seen as a safe place fills him with a warmth he can't quite describe, but he likes the feeling. He cradles you, shutting off the earpiece when Fury's voice comes through demanding for a status update and casually crushes yours with his metal fist.

"Ignore him, doll. He doesn't matter right now." He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "Take all the time you need."

"Promise you won't leave me, James," you whisper. "I need you."

"I promise, doll. I won't ever leave your side, not for anything. If the world turns against you, I'll fight the world with you." His heart thumps loudly in his chest. "Nothing will ever separate us."

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Hey!!! I just got the most amazing idea ever!! (probably 🤭) I know that Franco had just lose his grandfather and he had to do FP. And basically everyone (the media & paparazzi just decide to hustle him despite him clearly not wanting to talk or do anything for them. Which is why he wears headphones and cap). So this is more of James with a wife reader. She is practically comforted and was with him since she always does that to everyone. Franco was just so young and she wanted to cocoon him in her warmth. From having bad weather to that awful FP which he crashed and later Alex did the same🙃🙃 Everyone especially the mechanics had to double their work because race starts in like 3 hours after quali. And how can they fix two cars in just that shirt period of time??? Being able to fix one was a miracle, but fixing two? They need to call everyone at the factory it seems😮‍💨😮‍💨 And then Alex not starting the race and Franco struggle in the rain because Williams didn't want to put wet tyres and then later crashed making the stewards flagging the race as red. You know, just a shitty day at the office. Williams out of the race:(( Everyone frustrated, tension arises, more work to do with how the race turns out to be. James admired her about that. Keeping calm, composure and bringing in warmth to everyone at the paddock (maybe interactions with drivers). This is the longest I've ever sent you, so it's up to you how it goes. I trust you. Can be anything you want. Fluff or angst or suggestive. Can be one shot or series. Anything. Just a whole lot of thank you for everything you've ever done for me!!! ❤️❤️❤️ Tag me later!! If you have any questions, just ask me!! I'll be happy to help. Thanks!!! :))

Rain, Resolve, and Resilience

word count. 1.2k

Pairing: James Vowles x reader

AN: Thank you so much for your application i really need that.

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The Williams paddock was a storm of activity that mirrored the turbulent clouds overhead. Rain battered the track, but it was nothing compared to the emotional storm inside. Franco, one of the team’s youngest drivers, had only recently lost his grandfather, the man who had nurtured his passion for racing from the start. Now, Franco was expected to push through that grief and focus on practice, even as his heart was heavy. The cameras followed his every step, journalists crowding in with pointed questions, ignoring the lines of grief etched into his face. He pulled his cap down low, headphones covering his ears in an attempt to escape, but it was all too much.

Y/n, the beloved wife of team principal James Vowles, saw it all unfold from the edge of the garage. She had spent countless hours at James's side, becoming a quiet pillar for the team in a way only she could. Mechanics and engineers knew they could go to her if the pressure became too much; her presence alone had a grounding, calming effect on everyone. Today, seeing Franco, barely more than a boy, desperately trying to hold himself together as he faced the cameras alone, broke her heart.

She moved toward him gently, slipping past the reporters who still tried to shout questions his way, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Franco,” she said, her voice calm, almost a whisper. “You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m here.”

Franco’s shoulders relaxed ever so slightly. He managed a grateful smile, his voice barely audible when he replied, “Thank you, Y/n.” He didn’t say more, but she could see the relief in his eyes. Knowing he wasn’t alone in that moment meant everything.

The rain was relentless, and as the team prepared for the practice session, the paddock was tense. Y/n stayed close, keeping an eye on Franco as he prepared to take to the track. She felt protective, wanting to shield him from all the hurt and stress he was carrying. With a deep breath, he climbed into the car, and she watched, fingers crossed, hoping he could find some solace in the race. But as the rain poured harder, the slick track proved unforgiving. Franco’s car spun out on a turn, and he crashed, the impact sending a chill through the paddock. Minutes later, Alex followed, a sickening repeat that left the team reeling.

The Williams garage erupted into controlled chaos. With less than three hours to go before qualifying, both cars were in dire need of repair. Mechanics dashed back and forth, voices rising as they shared updates over radios and called for parts. It felt like an impossible task; fixing one car was a miracle on its own, but two? Every hand was needed, and the tension among the crew was palpable.

In the midst of it all, Y/n was a steady, calm presence, moving through the garage like a breath of fresh air. She approached a young mechanic, shoulders slumped as he stared down at a particularly stubborn part. He rubbed his forehead in frustration, looking close to defeat.

“Take a second,” Y/n said softly, her hand resting gently on his shoulder. “You’re doing amazing. We’ll get there, piece by piece.”

The mechanic glanced at her, finding comfort in her reassuring smile. “Thanks, Y/n,” he murmured, his spirits lifting. She continued to move through the garage, offering words of encouragement to others, giving each team member the strength to push on.

James glanced over at his wife between giving orders, his admiration shining in his eyes. She had a gift, a way of making people feel seen and valued, even when everything felt impossible. He’d often find her in these moments, quietly lifting the spirits of those around her, giving them strength without ever drawing attention to herself. She was the backbone of the team in ways that only he could see.

Back in a quieter corner of the garage, Franco sat alone, hands in his hair as he replayed the crash in his mind. He looked up as Y/n approached, her presence bringing a hint of calm to the chaos within him.

“Do you want to take a little walk?” she asked gently, nodding toward a nearby corridor away from the noise. Franco nodded, grateful for the escape, and they stepped outside into the cooler air.

As they walked, she spoke quietly, her words laced with compassion. “You know, you don’t have to keep this all bottled up. Losing someone you love…it doesn’t go away just because you’re expected to race.” Her tone was soft, non-judgmental, offering him a safe space to express the grief he’d been carrying alone.

Franco took a shaky breath, the weight of the loss settling in his chest. “I just… I wish he was here to see me race,” he admitted, his voice catching. “He taught me everything, and now…” He trailed off, struggling to find the words.

Y/n placed a comforting hand on his back, offering him a moment of silent support. “I think he’d be incredibly proud of you, Franco. You’re out here, giving it everything despite how hard things are. That takes strength,” she said, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze.

When they returned to the paddock, Franco looked a bit lighter. The time away with Y/n had given him a bit of the peace he needed to keep going.

The rain returned with a vengeance on race day, and the paddock was alive with tension once more. Only Franco’s car had been fully repaired, and the knowledge that Alex wouldn’t be able to start weighed heavily on the team. Despite the pressure, Y/n stayed close, her comforting presence a balm to the team’s frayed nerves.

As Franco took to the track again, Y/n stayed by the garage monitors, her hands clasped tightly as she watched him navigate the rain-soaked circuit. But the track was treacherous, and the decision not to put on wet tires soon proved costly. Franco’s car began to slide, the wet track claiming another victim as he fought to regain control. Y/n’s heart sank as she watched him crash once more, the red flags raised as the race was halted.

The team was devastated. The loss of both cars cast a shadow over the weekend, leaving everyone drained and disheartened. In the paddock, frustration was written across every face, the team grappling with the weight of another painful blow. For many, the temptation to give up felt stronger than ever.

But Y/n, ever the steady presence, moved through the crowd, her calm energy pulling everyone back to center. She listened as mechanics vented their frustrations, offering a word of comfort or a quiet hug to those who needed it most. For the younger team members, she was a constant, a familiar warmth that reminded them they weren’t alone in their struggles.

When James finally made his way over, exhaustion etched into every line of his face, he found Y/n beside Franco once more. The young driver looked up at her, his gratitude clear even in his exhaustion. James watched, his admiration for his wife growing with each passing moment. She was the heart of the Williams family, the one who kept them all grounded when the pressures of racing felt too much to bear.

Y/n looked up at James, catching his gaze with a soft smile that seemed to ease his worries. “We’ll get through this,” she said, as much a promise as a reassurance.

[fears-for-your-ears]

Let's Listen to Spooky Stories!

For the past several years I've been listening to more and more audio dramas. Even though I stick mostly to horror and horror-adjacent shows, there are so many now, covering such a wide range of subjects and sub-genres, finding something new can feel overwhelming. From anthologies that have been posting non-stop since the early 2010s, to brand new, experimental narratives hoping to gain a foothold, there is a LOT of sort through. So for my own spreadsheet-oriented mind, I started to keep track of what I've listened to and what comes next, and in the hopes that my efforts can benefit others, I've decided to make this blog.

Each post here will feature a particular audio drama. I'll include a link to where you can find it, a description, and maybe most importantly, I'm going to be tagging each one with a variety of genres, formats, and other considerations. Ideally you'll be able to click on an area of interest and scroll through shows that fit the bill.

I'm also considering the occasional themed rec list, for things like, "I finished TMA, what's next?" and the like.

This is NOT an effort to catalogue all audio dramas ever. I'm going to keep adding as I listen to more, and I'll be accepting suggestions and submissions, but I'm not going to guarantee 100% coverage - this is a huge medium and growing all the time.

Where to start!

Full list of shows featured here

List of searchable tags

Curated rec lists (none yet)

Submission form

FAQ

What kinds of shows are you posting?

-All shows will be audio fiction, including dramas and anthologies. Mostly horror, but also thriller, fantasy, science fiction, and lighter shows that feature supernatural elements. I will not be posting actualplays, nonfiction, or straight up audiobooks (with a few exceptions, possibly).

Have you listened to all of them?

-Yes! But not all 100%. Every show I post I will have listened to at least a few eps to get a feel for it.

Can I suggest a show?

-Absolutely, please click on the Submission form above. You don't have to fill it out entirely, as long as I can research it from the name alone I can take it from there. But if you know the show well, anything you can offer is greatly appreciated.

Even if it's a show I make?

-Yes, creators are welcomed and encouraged to send me their shows!

Are you tagging for trigger warnings?

-No, I'm sorry, but especially for shows I'm not able to listen to all the way through, I don't trust myself to be thorough. Please check each show's warnings.

Will you be rating them?

-Not here, as I'd like for the blog to be as neutral-to-positive as possible.

This show is missing a relevant tag.

-Please feel free to reply to that show's post and let me know! I would rather over-tag than under.

How are you tagging anthologies?

-I'm not, hahaha. Anthologies will have an "anthology" tag, and maybe a genre IF it applies to the anthology as a whole. But some of these anthologies have hundreds of eps, ain't nobody got time to tag everything in them.

Can I ask you for specific recs?

-Yes! I might hold off at first until more shows are posted, but I do like the idea of themed rec lists (historical fiction + vampires, where to find more "gave your boyfriend a tape recorder" pods etc) and will be responding to those kinds of asks once I have my blog feet under me.

Who are you anyway?

-This blog is run by @croik <3

If you have any questions not listed here, my ask box is open!

[falling-star-cygnus]

I need Billy comfort after the one where he got trapped under a building, can you please make him be saved?

well since you asked so nicely, how could i refuse?

continuation of this fic‼️ you don’t have to read it, of course, but it will make this whole thing make more sense :D @starguardianniom [your request is on the way, i just thought you might also like to be tagged in the part two :D]

without further ado~

"BILLY!"

She doesn't know which one of them screams it, maybe it was all three, but Anby lunges for the android's jacket- lunges really for any part of him she might be able to grab- until her hands close on red leather. The inevitable weight of his metal body doesn't cross her mind until she's being tugged down with him.

The feeble floor cracks further under Anby’s feet as she digs her heels in. That damned, annoying Ethereal shrieks- probably much louder than what she can hear through her headphones- and stomps like a spoiled child being told no for the first time. She'll put it out of it’s misery once she gets Billy- too still, too unresponsive- back onto safer ground.

Only ...Anby never gets the chance.

The ground jumps under her feet, and the tight grip she had on his jacket futzs.

Billy falls.

Hands and arms wrap around her waist before she can do something stupid like leap down after him. An action she knows is irrational but all she can hear is the way the android hits each level of the building and she needs to get him back-

"ANBY-! WE NEED TO GO."

Of course. Right. Clarity washes over her like cold water; Anby can't save Billy if she's dead too. And he would just feel bad if she got hurt trying to save him, because he had no regard for himself-

The remaining members of the Cunning Hares' fumble out of building just in time to see it topple like a house of cards- with their former client pinned in front of them by a slab of concrete.

It flails a little bit- kinda like a bug does when you grab it's leg- and they're privy to a front row seat as a metal support beam crashes into the weird orb of it's head. The thing splatters like a paintball.

None of them feel much remorse.

A few seconds of silence go by, passed by the girls simply.. staring.

"Well…. alright, Hares," Nicole starts, dusting her hands off, "Divide and conquer. Billy has to be around here somewhere."

'Hopefully.' goes unsaid, but painfully heard.

"R-Right!" Nekomata pipes up, her tails lashing with nervous energy, "I’m sure we’ll find him in no time! He can’t really keep quiet, anyway, y- you know?"

Anby doesn’t say anything at all.

They split up, taking turns calling the android's name and pouncing on any slight glimpse of white or red or yellow. Even greenish black would be better than nothing. Each empty nook, each second of silence, grated on their nerves until they were like frayed live wires.

Usually, Billy kept track of how long the Cunning Hares' stayed in a Hollow. It kept them all from lingering too long, unless they got stuck, and it kept them safe. Why couldn't they keep Billy safe- Now they had no idea how long they'd been searching.

Nicole had moved on to bargaining with empty air.

"Billy," she calls, heaving a heavy pillar to the side with a huff, "Come on, answer already! I won't yell at you anymore, or whack you or- or anything. Just answer us, please!"

"And I won't make fun of how you like to listen to classical music to fall asleep!" Nekomata joins in, from somewhere to Anby's left, "I'll even go to Random Play with you to find more, meow!"

"I'll watch Starlight Knights with you," It couldn't hurt to join in after all, Anby decides, "We could all go to the restaurant, and invite the Phaethon siblings, and-"

It was like something out of one of her movies. The second Anby pushes aside a new piece of rubble, she sees it. A tattered piece of the android's jacket- connected to tattered sleeves and sparking metal arms and a big fluffy head of white hair.

The relief almost sends the smaller Demara to her knees.

Time and place, she reminds herself fiercely, quickly signaling the other two closer to better excavate their friend. He's not in any form of good condition. It doesn't even look like he's conscious.

One of his video sensors is cracked, infected with a galactic black sludge that glows a mixture of pinkish blue red purple. The rest of his plating was pulsating green, and severe corruption was blooming anywhere it could take root.

It even looked like his audio processers were damaged. Anby couldn't even imagine how that must felt for her hyperactive friend- stuck in a silent, cramped space while Ether ate at his mind. Trapped without knowing that they were looking for him.

She hoped he would know anyway, that he wouldn't be wondering if he'd die alone under the weight of a building. Billy wasn't exactly insecure, but...

Anby shakes herself out of thinking about it. They'd found him, that was all that mattered at the moment. Now the Hares' just had to get him back home and back in working order.

"Both of you, stand back!" Nicole orders, aiming her briefcase above the wreckage pinning the android's lower torso.

The smaller girls are quick to comply, and out of the corner of her eye she can see the thiren swipe something golden off the ground. Nekomata shows it to her in silent explanation before shoving it deep into her sleeve for safekeeping.

Billy's little sheriff star.

A shot goes off before the smaller Demara can dwell on it, and suddenly the rubble atop their friend is being vacuumed up into the blackhole that Nicole manifests. They each grab a metal limb and tug him out of range.

One problem taken care of, another appears. The corruption blooming from his joints is excessive. If they take him out of the Hollow like this...

"We don't have time to think about it," Nicole reminds them all, voice tight with the weight of the android's life, "Anby, cut off as many of these... things as you can without hurting him. We'll see what we can do from there."

Anby nods once, and readies her sword.

One, two, four, eight turns to sixteen and sixteen turns to the very last one being cut down without mercy. With each bud removed, the sickly green light between his plates fades until it's barely there at all. There's not much to be done about the crack over his eye until they make it to a mechanic, but even that seems to lose it's glitchy appearance.

The Cunning Hares' don't bother with fighting the Ethereals they pass- there's no time- so it's mad dash to the exit that jostles the android's already crushed legs.

....Billy really was all limbs and pizazz.

It's only once the reunited Hares' make it a good deal from the Hollow that they stop running, doubled over and desperate for a full breath. Anby takes a quick survey of their surroundings as she gently lowers Billy to the ground, propped up on her lap to at least provide a little comfort.

It looks they ended up in Belobog territory, around where that eccentric mechanic liked to linger around. Gary-? Grail? Whatever...

Nekomata crouches down next to them and fishes the little star out of her sleeve. It's battered, and kind of dented around the points, but it still clips onto the leather like it never left.

Anby can vaguely hear Nicole tap away at her phone behind her, the curses muttered almost like a soothing balm of normalcy as the last of the corruption finally leaves Billy. His cracked eye returns to it's familiar shade of yellow- if painfully dull compared to his normal vibrancy.

But he's still unresponsive.

Still so hauntingly quiet and still. It's unnatural, and it isn't right. And none of them know if the android's going to last until tomorrow. Or even until the next hour.

Unbidden, Anby can feel her lower lip tremble- can feel stinging behind her eyes as she continues to run her hand through dusty white hair. It held none of the softness it did before this whole... job. Before her stupid grip had fumbled.

Anby hadn't cried in years, yet now she finds she can only helplessly watch as the salt splatters against the android's face plate. Like a mimicry of tears he wasn't built to shed.

"AhHh- Anby, don't cry," Nekomata frets, clearly freaked out by the uncharacteristic display, "He'll be okay! Bil- Billy's tough as nails, remember? I haven't known him for as long as you two.. but even I can tell that!"

Her puffy sleeves gently pat at the smaller Demara's face, trying to clear away the stupid liquid that was blurring her vision. Soft mantras of 'he'll be ok' are whispered, even as the thiren herself starts to cry.

Anby hunches over, would be curling into her knees if it wasn't for the weight of the unmoving android on her lap, and Nekomata clutches onto the lapels of his jacket and stifles a hiccup by biting down on her lip.

He wasn't coming back to them this time.

He wouldn't be there in the morning to braid her hair, or entertain her movie references, or lighten the mood with his silly Starlight Knight quips. He wouldn't be there to help them reach tall shelves, or distract their clients while Nicole emptied their bank accounts, or flail about with his lanky limbs.

Billy wouldn't be there.

...

..creak...

...Creak..

Creak.

Cool metal fingers brush past Anby's face, and then Nekomata's, and then fall limply back to the hard concrete.

"...don't... cry.."

...

...!

Billy!

Warm light finally flickers to life behind the android's video sensors, dimmer than normal but there.

Anby feels as though her heart's been restarted. Like the world had suddenly been bleached of color only for it to be a really badly timed greyscale shot.

Billy was alive, and whirring back into gear under their hands.

"You guys... really came for me..?"

"You big dummy!" Nekomata sniffs, ears and tails poofed like she'd been startled, "of course we did!"

"Have more faith in us," Anby echoes the thiren, resting her forehead against the android's with one final sniff. Nekomata rests her's against the diamond on his chest.

He can't hear them, his audio processers are still busted, but Anby hopes he can feel their care for him. Hopes he can feel how much they love him, and that they were here to stay no matter what happened. Just like he was for them.

Billy Kid was the heart of the Cunning Hares', after all.

[coridotmp3]

this song reminded me of you

aka the hangster playlist masterpost (and maybe some of the fics inspired by them)

i have an unhealthy love of character playlists so i wanted to make one semi-organized post to keep track of the hangster ones !! if you want me to add yours, send me an ask or a dm!! if i've posted yours without tagging you, let me know and i'll correct it! (i might make an icemav one too if y'all want)

hangman's direct hits -> glen powell is the biggest hangster shipper around so this counts and you'll never be able to tell me otherwise thank you

songs bradley would play to jake at the hard deck -> "b serenading j all over again" // @crooked-jes

b&j -> also by my love @crooked-jes :)

"hangman you look...good" -> "i'm feeling very normal about these two fighter pilots"

IWTBY -> the accompanying playlist for everyone's favorite hangster nfl fake dating au "i want to brainwash you into loving me forever" // @hangmanbradshaw

uh oh! you fell from your perch! -> do you wanna cry? yes? okay cool listen to this playlist while reading "as he falls from his perch" - you're welcome // @urmomsonfire

ok bagman -> another accompanying playlist !! this time for "the whole time, under the lights" by our favorite @/urmomsonfire

do friends fall in love? -> a fic for what will EVENTUALLY be a hangster when harry met sally au - i just have to finish writing it first :) // @/coridotmp3

hangman. you look...good -> "i am good, rooster. i'm very good || rivals to friends to lovers, found family, and an asshole that cares about his friends more than he let's on" // @miraculousmultifan

hangster ✈ -> "just some bradley rooster bradshaw and jake hangman seresin vibes" (this one is over 15 hours long <3)

summer hangster (top gun maverick) -> "you look good" // @hangsterwheel

all about that slow ride -> "hangman thinking about rooster" also by @/hangsterwheel <3

hangster (lovers to exes back to lovers) -> "actually its: lovers to eves to rivals to friends to lovers" // @keenmarvellover

fucking sereshaw i guess -> "this is going to destroy me i can just tell"

yang on yin -> "bradley about jake" // @/hangsterwheel

yin on yang -> "jake about bradley" // @/hangsterwheel

"let me go. and i'll let you" -> "the exes to fwb to lovers one" // @/coridotmp3

b. "rooster" bradshaw -> "you look good"// @cockyrooster

j. "hangman" seresin -> "i am good. i'm very good"// @/cockyrooster

==

i'll keep adding more as i find them, but i figured this was a good start !!

[theskeletonprior]

Writer Q&A

I was tagged by both @vacantgodling and @void-botanist -- thank you both! The last question involves mentioning some other writers, so if I tagged you, you're it! If it moves you, feel free to respond and tag me. If you're a writeblr and you're reading this, I also welcome you to respond and tag me, even if I didn't mention you! As ever, I'll talk about RAVENOT. But here's the pitch for the uninitiated:

After a near-death experience which leaves her able to speak the language of the Dead, Senai joins the Order of Balances, an ancient organization that preserves the peace between the living and the (un)dead. There she meets RAVENOT, an immortal skeleton knight who travels the realm to ensure that Life and Death remain in balance, that those subjected to necromancy are willingly exposed, and that no violent or mindless undead ravage the lands unchecked. For a year and a day, Senai will travel with Ravenot as their witness, and learn what it means to walk the path alongside the Unmade. You can read my pilot chapter here, if you like.

What is the main lesson of your story?

I don't write to be didactic. There's probably something to be learned from my work, but that's not really what I'm here to do. Not every story has a lesson, but that doesn't mean that there's nothing to learn. But RAVENOT is surely not a parable.

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?

The Abhorsen trilogy was a massive influence on this work. Honestly, I owe a lot to Garth Nix. I'm not sure I'd be the same writer if I had never read his work. Vampire Hunter D is also a big one for this piece. My longstanding fascination with death and dying (and thus the undead) finds a home in this work, so books like Smoke Gets In Your Eyes by Caitlin Doughty, and Stiff by Mary Roach. But also the way mycelial networks communicate with each other and their surroundings gave me a lot to set my teeth into, and my jumping off point for that was Merlin Sheldrake's Entangled Life, which I highly recommend.

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help the reader grow as a person?

I don't think of my characters as vessels for achievement, either. Honestly, Ravenot is just out there doing what they do--he isn't an inert protagonist, there's something which drives him, but it's more the way a force of nature is driven. They live on the very edge of personhood. If pressed, I think I would say that what Ravenot is really trying to do, is just to be good. Me? I'm just here to have a good time and write dialogue in Early Modern English because I like the way it rattles along. It's rhythmically satisfying, and I think a lot of the words and phrases that have fallen out of common usage are a delight. If someone gets something deeper out of my Ravenot, that's dandy. Honestly, all I hope for is that my readers like him as much as I do.

How many chapters is your story going to have?

As many as it takes.

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

All original. I'll probably take it to .epub/pdf and host it on my own website, once I've got the hang of all that.

When did you start writing?

I honestly think I was telling stories even before I could write them down, but I don't remember when I started writing, or the first time I thought I might write a whole book.

Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

Do it badly first! All your first draft has to do is be there. My other piece of advice is if you are posting your work out of context, you should provide some. I like to include the basic pitch for my story as often as I can, so if someone hasn't seen it before, or if it might be difficult to keep track of my WIPs, my reader can remember which one it is, and what could possibly be happening. I try to follow lots of other writers, so if I didn't mention you, and we're mutuals, my apologies, it's all off the top of the old dome: @alexanderflowerbird @/void-botanist @ceph-the-ghost-writer @cream-and-tea @inkspellangel @karolinarodrigueswrites @lvsifer @/vacantgodling @writingsfromspace

[justabigoldnerd]

For the WIP tag game, I have to know more about number 16, the Soviet Russia Memes Incident, please!

AKHDJSSKHDJ Okay so I was inspired by these memes:

And started writing a modern crack fic where Solo and Gaby torment Illya with them 😅

Here's a snippet, under the cut!

"So," Waverly started, leaning back in his chair, "Would either of you like to tell me exactly how this happened?" He gestured between the two men vaguely.

Solo moved the icepack he was holding against his swollen eye to glance over at Illya. The Russian wasn't in much better shape; blood was drying around his nose, and a colorful bruise blossomed along his jaw. He was sitting up perfectly straight, his arms crossed and a frankly pissed expression on his face. Solo rolled his eyes and flexed his sore knuckles.

"I….may have misused the work group chat."

"'Misused,'" Illya scoffed under his breath.

"Misused, how?" Waverly prompted.

"In my defense," Solo drawled as he wrangled his phone from the inner pocket of his blazer, "They were hilarious."

A crease formed in Waverly's brow as he accepted the phone, but as he scrolled through the seemingly endless number of messages, his confusion gave way to annoyance. "To be perfectly honest, Mr. Solo, I am impressed at just how many of these you were able to find."

"I made a few of them myself," he preened, "I'm particularly fond of the 'in Soviet Russia, its not iPhone, its OURPhone' one."

"Is not funny," Illya grumbled.

"Right. Mr. Solo, I believe some sensitivity training is in order. However, I don't believe the onslaught of memes warranted an assault. So, in lieu of a harsher penalty, I'll just have you apologize to each other."

Solo huffed, and looked to Illya, who mirrored his indignation.

Waverly leaned forward again and clicked his pen threateningly, "Or would you prefer paperwork only for a month?"

With a sigh, Solo shifted in his chair to half-face Illya, "I'm sorry for sending you a hundred Soviet Russia memes, Peril."

"One hundred and thirty five," he corrected through gritted teeth.

"You counted?"

"When messages keep you up all night, nothing else to do but count."

"It wasn't-" Solo tried to protest, but a pointed look from Waverly made him stop short, "I'm sorry for sending you one hundred and thirty five Soviet Russia memes."

Illya's glare didn't waver in intensity, even as he tipped his head to the side and held Solo's gaze. He was silent for a few moments, then took in a deep breath and muttered, "I am sorry for punching your face. Might have been overreaction."

Solo chewed the inside of his cheek, unable to conjure much anger when he was faced with Illya's ridiculously adorable head tilt, and he had no right to be that attractive with blood smearing his face. 

"I didn't break your nose, did I?" he asked before he could stop himself, in a soft tone that made him curse inwardly. Maybe Illya had concussed him.

In a fraction of a second, something flickered behind Illya's murderous stare, and he turned away with a shrug. He cleared his throat and stared at a missed spot in the freshly polished tile. "Doesn't feel broken."

"Good," Solo nodded, an extremely unfamiliar feeling of awkwardness churning in his stomach.

"Well then," their boss cut in, sounding more like a middle school principal than the commander of an international espionage force, "Now that's all settled, Mr. Solo, I expect you to be front row at next week's sensitivity seminar. Otherwise, you're both dismissed."

"Thank you, sir," Solo beamed bitterly as he stood, "Looking forward to it."

Illya mumbled a similar acknowledgment and slunk out of the office. Once Solo shut the door behind them, he sighed and mused, "Now the only question is how did Gaby get out of this one."

"No idea," Illya shook his head, "Even screenshots I took were altered. Without my knowledge. Couldn't even track changes."

"She's getting too good at this game," Solo tsked, a bit of pride swelling in his chest nevertheless.

"Da. We make her pay."

"How do you suggest we do that?"

His partner's fingers drummed against his leg, and the muscle in his jaw jumped as he considered their options. "We take engine."

"The whole thing?"

The corner of Illya's mouth quirked up in a poorly hidden smile, "Is just bizarre enough to be good payback."

"She's gonna be pissed," Solo laughed quietly, "Hide it in rendezvous three- no, two. The storage rack in there is taller."

Illya nodded along, mischief washing away the anger in his eyes, and checked their surroundings before giving Solo's chest a pat, "Come on, Cowboy. Let's go steal an engine."