#clawing at the gates rn

[cammy-mcspammy]

What would you say if I made fanart of your fem fiddlestan 👉👈

TAG ME. I NEED TO SEE IT NOWWWWWWW 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Guys please I encourage fanart of any kind IM BEGGINGGGGGG

[ruby-static]

Been going a lil nuts over BG3 again lately, so I’ve come up with a handful of doodles and character designs involving my Tav/DnD character Foncielle- I’m definitely very normal about this guy.

[asheisonline]

guys I need you all to know I'm trying so fucking hard to be normal about Cellbit and i am not doing a very good job at it

[honeyedmiller]

i’m sorry but sam hartman has to be one of the most attractive 24 year olds i’ve ever seen in my life like are you fucking kidding the man was carved out by the greek gods themselves. i’m on my KNEES

[cold-neon-ocean]

I apologize for the art slowness, I'm currently living in a house full of pets that aren't mine but since I work from home (and some people don't properly keep an eye on their cats who've been newly added to the conglomerate so they don't destroy other people's things) I have to be watching everyone 90% of the time 😭

[clawsextended]

you’ve never been able to explain it.

it pulses under your skin in the dark. it’s terrible, fucking consuming. it’s devouring. it eats you but by bit until nothing is left but the poisoned marrow and blackened bones in your body. you wish you could bleach them, flush the panic from you, make you more than you are. there’s a burning in you that you don’t have words for.

halsin speaks of an oakfather, silvanus; shadowheart speaks of shar; lae’zel of vlaakith — gale had once known mystra; astarion’s flesh is all but sacrificed to cazador.

and no one lays claim to you. no one lays claim to you. unlovable creature molded of a world that has hated you since conception — you want no one and no one wants you.

you don’t want a god to love you. they’re empty, and you think weakness is bowing your head to another. it tastes bloody on your tongue when you imagine it. you do you best to do better, but is it really your best? do you really do better?

brown eyes mournfully catch the druid’s and you dip your chin nervously. the fire crackles at both your feet. the dark feels oppressive.

“i understand you hating me. i hate me, too.”

it feels awful, choking to give life to. to say. your body is ravaged with too many battles and a refusal to heal, to rest. you throw yourself in the path of every monster you encounter, feel no more vindicated but somehow comforted when a fist breaks against your jaw, when singing steel bites into your skin. it feels like the only way you can conceive the world around you. you explain all things by hurting, and you don’t want to do that anymore. your mouth goes dry.

you’ve talked to god. but the problem isn’t that god doesn’t hear you — they don’t want to listen.

@arakhorre

[looseratinthegarage]

Slashers S/O getting their period. Maybe?

I haven’t done a request in so long- but I’m on my period rn and felt inspired to write this! Enjoy to anyone who still follows me after my many disappearances.

S/O getting their period

Michael

Michael notices everything. And I mean everything. You’ve been more irritable lately but he hasn’t been able to deduce why… He enters the bathroom to use it when he sees strange wrappers in the trash. His first thought is that you’ve been hiding candy from him and he’s pissed. But when he unwraps it he sees a bloody pad/tampon. He stares through the item for a moment, trying to process what the hell is happening. He then throws it on the ground and stomps down stairs. You’re sitting on the couch playing the new Zelda Tears of the Kingdom game. He then takes the controller out of your hand and throws it to the side. He lifts up your shit and sifts through your hair for an injury or any blood.

“M-Michael!? What are you doing?” You say with surprise. He then grabs your pants and takes them off, leaving you in your undergarments. He is able to see that you are wearing the same thing he found in the trash. I points and looks concerned

“I-I’m just on my period! I’m fine..” You blush heavily and reassure your boyfriend that you’re not dying.

He doesn’t know what to do. His mom taught him about this stuff when he was a boy, but he only knows the basics. He’ll at first not understand why you’re being so ‘dramatic’ about everything. But when he realizes it really does hurt, he’ll try to help you, in his own little Michael way of course.

Thomas

Thomas wakes up for the day and stretches his arms. He feels something wet in the bed next to him. He lifts his hand and sees blood. He instantly panics and looks down at you. He rips the covers off of you and sees a large red stain underneath you. He shakes you awake.

“Huh- what? Baby, is there something wrong…?” You say half asleep. He points to the stain and your stomach drops.

“Oh god I’m so sorry Thomas! I’ve been trying to use cloth for my period because we don’t have pads/tampons- oh and now I’ve stained your sheets..” You look apologetic and absolutely mortified. But as soon as he hears ‘period’ he relaxes. His mama raised him right, so he doesn’t make you feel bad about leaking on the bed.

He picks you up and takes you to the bathroom. He runs you a warm bath and puts bubbles in it. He kisses your forehead then walks back into his room. He takes off the sheets and brings them outside to be washed.

Throughout the day he checks on you, often getting yelled at Hoyt for ‘slacking off’. He brings you teas, chocolate, snacks, meals- anything you need. His hands are incredibly warm, so in the night he holds you close to him, putting his hand over your stomach, soothing the cramps.

Yautja

You and your mate were training. You were running obstacle courses, they’re mad for yautja so they’re different. Think ninja warrior stuff. While running and jumping and climbing your pad shifts in your underwear and the flood gates open. You have blood running down your leg, but you’re too focused to notice.. but your mate does. He looks concerned.

“Bleeding. Why?” He uses the least amount of English possible to convey himself.

“Huh?” You stop at one of the platforms and then feel it running down your leg. You look down and feel mortified as your period blood runs down your leg for all to see.

“O-Oh god… sorry about that..” You also notice you’ve gotten blood on the course. You cover your face in embarrassment as your mate walks up to you.

“Are you hurt?” He asks softly, putting his clawed hand on your shoulder.

“I-It’s just my period. It’s similar to the thing that happens to some yautja after the breeding season, if they haven’t gotten pregnant…” You say embarrassedly and a bit shyly.

“Very well.” He seems unphased by it, happy to know you’re not hurt and that it’s just a natural occurrence.

“Why are you hiding from me? Blood does not scare a warrior such as I.” He purrs and runs his finger down your bloody leg. He then brings it up to his mouth and licks it off with his tongue.

You blush and nod, hugging him. He gives you yautja natural remedies for your period. If you have extreme cramps or excessive bleeding he’ll use some medicine or even quick surgery to fix the problem. Don’t worry, yautja pain meds are a lifesaver. You practically feel nothing, just a little sore is all. He will take care of you the best he knows how, and don’t be afraid to give him pointers. He’ll take notes.

[s6ngbird]

Currently thinking about reader who goes with Coryo to get Sejanus out of the arena only for Bobbin to attack her so Coryo kills Bobbin then fucks her from the adrenaline rush👨‍🦯

omfg yessssss (sorry this is so late, im js writing drabbles for rn bc i need a break from flowers from beneath)

tw — nsfw, p in the v, coryo tryna finger the reader (implied)

after you had witnessed dr. gaul telling your boyfriend to go into the arena alone with no protection at all, you did not hesitate to follow him

you weren't about to let some mad woman send the love of your life to his death, no you had waited far to long to be with him to allow that

but alas, as you followed coryo to the arena, he told you to leave and go home, not wanting you to be hurt

but you stayed, waiting for your lover to come out of the gates, watching through them in horror as he beat up the tribute from district 8, slamming a board into the boy until he was unrecognizable

coriolanus felt an adrenaline rush from the kill, not being able to focus on anything but the need to see you once he exited the arena with sejanus

as he exited, you ran to him hugging him tightly as you began to cry to him, freezing when you feel his fingers lifting your skirt

"no coryo not now!" you whisper, untangling yourself from him and leading him to your car, where your chauffer started driving the two of you to coryo's apartment which was quite far from the arena

the minute the divider between the front and back were up, coryo wasted no time clawing at your skin, ripping off your uniform in a need to feel all of you

you struggled but went lax after a while, knowing you couldn't stop him as he slammed his cock into your leaking pussy, the noises were obscure but neither of you could bring yourself to care

all you cared about was coming and all he cared about was fucking the shit out of you <3

[operation-steal-chans-laptop]

Forgive my brain for this one bubby, had to get it out of my head,

Han jisung + your glasses

Now you don't really have a prescription for glasses but given that your screen time is as much as it is, you do usually wear a pair to avoid headaches from high bright light exposure (lets presume so because well I do in this case yes I'm being self indulgent and no I shall not shame myself about it)

Sungie coming back from a grocery run on your common day off which was interrupted by some last minute tweaking your client asked you to get done so you were currently just hyperfixated at your laptop.

"Ah the glasses are out today, looks like it'll take you some time hm?"

You reassure him and say it won't take long but it did end up taking a bunch of hours. Jisung could have done anything in that while but why would he when he could daydream about you. When you keep your hair up with that big claw pin and a few baby strands just frame your face so perfectly it's artistic to him. And your glasses,

Especially, your glasses

The way they sit on your nose and accentuate your pretty eyes so much and gosh you almost become a different person when you wear those and goddamn it do they make you look professional,

And hot, authoritative and very hot

He wishes if he had a desk job, maybe the ones with the CEO's and their big offices, and fall in love with you, the newbie secretary with the pretty faces and who looks so hot when she's focused.

Maybe he could call you in, because behind closed doors you are really his loving girlfriend, the one who he sleeps next to each night even if you can't go home by the same car. And maybe he can just ask you to lock the door behind you and kneel next to him on a particularly stressful day,

And maybe with a little bit of whining and begging he can definetly ask you to blow him off, help him calm down a bit yeah? Ofcourse you'll agree, right?

And right when you're about to take your glasses off he can pout at you and ask you to pleaseeee keep those on for him you look so hot he can barely breathe around you properly.

But here's the catch,

You could make him blow his load in under 2 minutes if you wanted to but you decide to take your time with it, letting him enjoy it as much as he can but Jisung had a mission because he wanted to cum, he really did, not down your throat though, he loves it but not today,

You both feel him getting closer and right when you were about to suck him harder to let it go all down your throat, jisung pushes your head away from him.

He hold your head with his right hand with his left still pumping his dick, a strained plea of "stay there please?" And you obey because gid knows what goes on in his head but its usually hot as fuck.

And it was

When he aimed his spurt right at your glasses. He paints your lenses with his essence and gets some on your cheek too but oh fuck he could cum again just by looking at you. (Spoiler: he almost did overstim himself too much at how you looked)

You were caught offguard to say the least, oh man and what if,

What if roles were switched and you wanted to-

The bedroom gate opens, you're still in a big t shirt and some shorts, hair up, and glasses.

Jisung's shorts don't really feel as comfortable rn.

"Gosh that client was a complete pain in the ass, ruining my day off too, any ideas of dinner?"

" I don't have an idea for dinner necessarily, but I do have an idea angel...."

~~~

Yours lovingly

- 💌

Ahzbcjxbxjcidncjfjfncjtj BUBBY?!?!!?! YOUR BRAIN??????

As much as the glasses make you look professional and sexy, in a way they also make you look more innocent? The big framing seemingly making your features softer

he’d think it’s so cute and hot when you have your glasses on with your hair up messily and an oversized shirt on?!?!?!?! Han would not be able to stop thinking about all the dirty things he’d do to you, and how pretty you’d look falling apart on his cock, the glasses slipping down the bridge of your nose

I CANT THINK PROPERLY

[valiantstarlights]

Hello Favorite Author,

I hope this ask finds you well.

Will you ever grace us with the story of how Demon Dream took an innocent and virginal Priest and turned him into a cock hungry whore that likes to get bred on an altar?

It's no problem if you would prefer to keep that piece of fine literature to yourself but I respectfully implore upon your most generous grace.

Warmest Regards,

Some Rando That Keeps Refreshing Your Tumblr Every 5 Minutes

Aww 🖤 This ask is so sweet 🥺 I'm actually not feeling very well rn, but your words cheered me up! 😊

I don't know if I will ever like, write an entire 50k of that actual story (because I think that's what we're looking at here 😂) but I can certainly tell you some stuff that I want to write, from the time we see Dream and Hob get married in Kyrie Eleison, to when we see them again in Offertory.

(I say this now but no one knows what Dream is planning for me when NaNoWriMo comes around 👀)

CW: mildly spicy, plus a sprinkle of blasphemy 👀

Hob arrives with Dream in Hell, right at the gates of Dream's territory. Jessamy and Matthew are excitedly welcoming Dream back, but then--

--Oh? Who is this? A new friend? A new parent?! 🐶🐶 They're very excited, especially Matthew, but Hob is like, literally afraid of everything because God have mercy on him, he's in actual Hell now. 😭🙏 He is overwhelmed af. He is highkey praying the rosary in his mind and does like 20 Hail Mary's instead of just 10 per mystery. He clings to Dream who happily bridal carries him over all the thresholds until they get to the master bedroom.

And after the sweetness of their first night, I want to have some slow burn of Hob like, actually falling in love with Dream. (side note: Dream has been pointy horns over clawed feet in love with Hob since before they got married 😂) Like, yeah, he's totally hot, but there's so much more to him?? And he's actually nicer than some religious people Hob knows on Earth?? And he makes his heart flutter when he's near???

The situation escalates to where Hob is the one coming to Dream for sex (because Dream will never force him. No, no, no. Dream is willing to wait and have Hob be comfortable first 🥰).

They have schmoopy staring-into-each-other's eyes sex, with Dream always telling Hob how he's so beautiful and divine, and Hob just often looking away with tears in his eyes because he's never felt this good before. Like yeah, Dream makes him cum and that feels so good, but his heart also feels so full?

Menwhile Dream is worrying that Hob wants to go back. (And he will worry endlessly. He never tells Hob because man's got enough on his plate being in Hell and married to one of its lords after being a priest on Earth. And not just a priest, but a good Catholic one. It's the rarest of the rare pokemons. So Dream understands. It's a huge adjustment.)

Something something until Hob becomes comfortable enough to seek Dream out outside their bedroom in order to have something in his hole because nothing else would do.

Not his fingers, not his plugs, not the dildo Dream left him that is shaped exactly like Dream's cock... Nothing would do!

And at first maybe he's teary eyed and feeling so ashamed, asking for what he wants, what he's been needing since Dream left him like an hour ago to attend to his duties, but Dream is always so very patient with him. 🖤 He always gives Hob his cock, no questions asked, and kisses him sweetly while he works to take Dream's entire length inside himself. 🥰

Hob loves sinking onto Dream's cock just so satisfied and full, rubbing his lower stomach where Dream's outline is showing, cuddling up to him and not clocking anything else in the room. Like, literally, Dream's other siblings could be in the room and Hob wouldn't notice them until he has taken Dream to the hilt because he's such a horny little mess.

There will be large sections of the (hypothetical? 👀) 50k devoted to me showing how Hob spends his first few days or weeks in Hell being highkey afraid, him slowly getting used to life in the castle, and of course, the entire honeymoon month(s) that's just Dream taking very good care of him 24/7 and teaching him all the ways he could be pleasured. 😏

Hob definitely learns a lot of things about himself. 💯 He arrives in Hell so naive, not even knowing what a plug is for, or that he can orgasm when his prostate is massaged. But once his and Dream's honeymoon month is over (and okay, technically, their honeymoon month will last maybe like...idk, 90 days instead of 30), Hob is just. An entire different person, almost.

He still has his little religious habits that he's trying to stop doing (like saying grace before he eats or singing Christmas songs), but he's very willing to unlearn all the stuff he learned as a priest, and learn the truth straight from Dream's mouth.

(Examples: God can be whatever gender they want to be, that entire thing with Mary and Gabriel, how the phrase 'turn the other cheek' doesn't mean accept abuse, etc.)*

And then I want to end the (hypothetical?? 👀) 50k just before December 24 in the story, when Hob is happy as a clam, living his life with his loving husband and their two hellhounds, with all of Dream's subjects now believing in miracles, because Hob has brought life and laughter and happiness to Dream's territory that it almost feels like stepping in pleasantly warm summer sunshine again.

(And then of course Dream worries like an idiot because he mistakes Hob's happy humming to him wanting to go back to his old life. 👀 But thankfully that gets resolved in Offertory, so yay? 😊)

--

Notes:

'the entire thing with Mary and Gabriel' is based from a short story I read a long time ago on an actual published (fiction) book. 👀 It was dark, but I liked it anyway 👀

turning the other cheek - When Jesus is still alive and the Romans are still in power, this means that the person turning their cheek demands equality from the person who slapped them. It's an entire socio-economic thing. 🤷‍♀️ So when someone tells you otherwise, expecting you to simply accept more abuse because God/Jesus/the Bible says so and martyrdom is what gets you to heaven, it's not true at all. If there is a God, and if they are good, then they would want you to be happy and to be treated well. 🖤

[possumplagues]

You're Coming Home With Me (WIP)

Steve was accustomed to encountering strange things upon waking. With Vecna still out there, doing god knows what, every wake-up was accompanied by some kind of screeching from the latest creature to escape the Upside Down, or rumbling as the gates grew even more, or— or something. He was even used to waking up to people grabbing him, since Robin and Dustin tended to shake him awake for one reason or another, regardless of whether or not they had been at his house the night before. 

However, what he wasn’t used to was waking up to rough, distinctly non-human hands grabbing his shoulders, while a strange figure loomed over him, in a place that was decidedly not his bedroom. Steve bolted upright and smashed his head into the figure’s nose. 

In response, the thing growled and pushed Steve back down, staring at him with the reddest eyes Steve had ever seen. Like, those fuckers were glowing.

Which was particularly strange, seeing as creatures from the Upside Down tend to, y’know, not have any eyes. Or a… strangely human face? Wait…

“Eddie?!” Steve nearly shouted as he got a better look at the face. It was definitely the face of the metalhead, but that wasn’t possible, because the guy was dead. Dustin had watched him die. Steve had seen his corpse, covered in bloody bites and gashes inflicted by demo-bats. 

Plus its face was the only feature that resembled Eddie Munson. Or, like, even a human.

As Steve got a better look, the less convinced he was that this was Eddie. For starters, those hands grabbing his shoulders? Not hands. They were claws, vaguely in the shape of hands, connected to what looked like massive fucking wings. Kinda like a… what, wyvern? One of those dragon looking things that had wings rather than front legs. He was fairly sure Dustin had called those wyverns. And the creature had bat ears sprouting from its head, swiveling around. One of them seemed to have a tear in it. 

Plus, it was like, way too tall. Steve couldn’t see much from this angle, but normally Eddie was about his height. So, reasonably, its knees and feet should more or less line up with Steve’s at this angle but they definitely didn’t. Its knees seemed to be planted closer to Steve’s ankles, with its feet god knows where. 

Also, was that a fucking tail swishing around? Or, better yet, like three tails?!

Still, the thing seemed to calm down when Steve called him Eddie. Its growling ceased, replaced by a rumble that almost resembled purring. And… its face really did look like Eddie’s, minus the glowing red eyes. Even its hair was the same as Eddie’s, if a bit longer and messier, which would make sense, seeing as it had been… god, like a month. Eddie had died a month ago.

“Munson, if that’s you, you gotta let me know somehow man, because I’m freaking out a little,” Steve said, trying to control his breathing. If this wasn’t Eddie, he was fucked. He didn’t know where he was, couldn’t see jack shit, and had no weapons. Plus, he was already pinned down by this creature that could very well just be a random beast from the Upside Down looking for a meal.

“Ha…rn…ton…” the creature rasped, as if unused to speaking. If this was Eddie… that would make sense. He probably wouldn’t have even had someone to speak to in a month now. Who else was there to talk to in the hellscape? With only demo-creatures and fucking Vecna for company, there weren’t many good conversation partners.

“Eddie?” Steve questioned. The grip on his shoulders loosened, and he warily reached a hand up towards the creature’s face. In response it… it fucking nuzzled Steve’s hand, erupting into a full on purr. Its eyes fluttered closed, seeming content. Steve’s eyes widened in wonder.

“Holy shit,” he breathed softly, “You’re alive. You’re really alive.”

He felt a very slight nod against his hand. 

“Please, god, don’t let this be a dream, or some kind of Vecna fuckery,” Steve said, desperate. “I really don’t think I can handle this being illusory bullshit.”

The entire party was getting sick of Vecna’s mind games and illusions. Without those dirty tricks, they surely would have caught up with the fucker and killed him for good by now. Insteads, they were stuck running around in circles like chickens with their heads cut off. 

“Re…al. No… Ve…na…” Eddie struggled, picking his head up and staring down at Steve meaningfully with those big red eyes. 

“Okay. Okay, that’s good,” Steve muttered, closing his eyes for a moment as his mind tried to catch up with the situation he was in. Eddie was alive, but definitely wasn’t a human. Something had happened to him. Something had turned him into some kind of… creature. Steve could deal with that. Or, he could compartmentalize that and have Dustin and the party deal with it. They could figure out what the hell was going on. They always did. 

Now Steve just had to figure out where the hell he was. He was laying on something hard, but padded. It was slightly chilly, like he was exposed to the elements. The area was only slightly illuminated, seemingly by moonlight, but he couldn't see anything beyond Eddie. 

“Ya mind letting me up dude?” Steve asked, patting Eddie’s not-arm. The bony, solid part of the wing that connected to Eddie’s clawed hand. 

Eddie grumbled in response, but finally released his grip on Steve, sitting up fully. Steve did the same, and oh god was Eddie large. He seemed to be kneeling, but even then, he was far taller than Steve was used to. Like, a solid two heads higher. Sure, typically kneeling would give a normal human Eddie a slight height advantage over a sitting Steve, but not this much. It was intimidating as all hell. If Eddie wanted to, he could easily overpower Steve. 

Hell, he already had.

Steve scooted backwards slightly to free his leg, bumping into something. Or… was he in something that curved inwards? 

Was he in the fucking boathouse?

He stood up, squinting as his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. He was absolutely in the boathouse. Hard to forget a place where a greasy metalhead tried to kill him with a broken bottle.

Of course this is where Eddie would go to hide. 

To be fair, where else was he supposed to hide in Hawkins, looking how he does now? If anyone else had seen him (except maybe Dustin), they’d immediately assume he was one of the escaped Upside Down creatures and attempt to eliminate him. Likely in the most brutal and efficient way possible.

Steve didn’t want to think about what would have happened if, god forbid, Hopper or Nancy had been the first to see Eddie as he is now.

At first glance, Eddie really does look very threatening. Steve took a moment to properly take him in without panicking,

Steve had already noticed just how tall Eddie was now. However, he hadn’t bulked out at all. In fact, he looked thinner. Bony, like he was malnourished. He was pale, and the texture of his skin looked… of. Although maybe that was just the poor lighting.

Those were also definitely wings. His “arms” were bent at strange angles, and despite them being folded, Steve could just barely see the membrane of the wing. From the looks of it, Eddie hadn’t had it easy over the last month (how could he, in that hellscape?). The small bit of wing membrane that Steve could see was tattered. He wondered if Eddie could actually fly with those.

Steve couldn’t see Eddie’s legs, but judging from what he could feel, they had more joints than normal. More bends. He wasn’t sure he really wanted to see them. He could, however, just barely make out the three curiously swishing tails behind Eddie.

They looked exactly like demo-bat tails.

“Dude, how the hell did you manage to get me here without waking me up?” Steve said, wandering around the boathouse. He hadn’t been here long while Eddie was hiding out, but he definitely had some very uh. Distinct memories. Namely the whole “being held against the wall with a broken bottle to his throat” event.

He’d tried not to dwell on that memory. For a variety of reasons. Mainly, thinking about it had reminded him of just how dead Eddie was. He had only known the man for a short time, but having yet another person taken from him by this mess, no matter how short they’d known each other, had fucking wrecked Steve.

However, there was another reason as well… Whenever he thought too hard about it, about Eddie, he found himself flushed and absolutely didn’t want to question why. Especially when the man had been very much dead. Him being alive now certainly complicated Steve’s thoughts about, well, everything.

Compartmentalize, Steve, he thought to himself. Deal with all of that later.

He looked back to Eddie for an answer, only to see him curled up in the boat, wings covering everything except his face and tails. He really looked like a strange cat. A very, very strange cat.

He seemed to have given up on words, instead just letting out an odd chirping noise in response. He was gesturing with his tails for Steve to lay back down in the boat, though he wasn’t sure how Eddie expected him to do that now that the metalhead was occupying essentially the entire thing. Instead, Steve walked to the boat and sat against it. 

What was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t leave Eddie alone. He didn’t trust that the metalhead would still be there when he returned. However, Eddie couldn’t really leave the boathouse. Steve wasn’t sure how he managed to snatch him up without being noticed, but it seemed like tempting fate to try it twice. He didn’t have his walkie talkie with him, having not expected to literally be snatched out of his bed while he was sleeping, so he couldn’t contact anyone. 

He tilted his head back into the boat and let out a sigh. 

(The first chapter of this should be out on AO3 by the end of the week)

(Please let me know if you noticed any spelling/grammar errors)

AO3 LINK

[felixantares]

Getting to know you tag game

omg thank you for the tags @luxuriousmalfoy @annanother-thing and @allalrightagain 😂💚

Three ships: oh dear, okay is this favourite ships? last ships read? just the first three that pop into my head? I haven't been reading a lot of HP fics recently, so my ships are all over the place at the moment. Recently it's been a lot of Xenk/Edgin from D&D: Honour Among Thieves, Astarion/Tav from Baldur's Gate 3, and Zuko/Katara from A:TLA. (I'm gonna cheat and also say Drarry, Jegulily, and Wolfstar for HP ships)

First ship: I don't think I remember what the first one I read was, but the first ship that really got its claws in me was Merthur. I hadn't been super into fanfic before that and I think someone I was following linked a fanart that was based on a fic, so I clicked on the link and I was lost forever lol

Last song: I opened spotify and it's telling me Curses by The Crane Wives, but really i had like 6 of their songs on loop for a few hours earlier today when I was doing D&D session prep

Last movie: uhhhhh I honestly can't remember. Probably something with my roommate? It might've been D&D:HAT actually, now that I think about it, we mostly watch shows/youtube not a lot of movies.

Currently reading: Does Mordenkainen Monsters of the Multiverse count? if so, that. if not I've got 19 BG3 fics open on my phone rn, but I haven't started any of them

Currently watching: My roommate's watching a Drawfee episode so I'm like half watching that as I answer this haha

Last thing I wrote: That would be chapter 1 of a sign in the midnight sky!

Currently writing: not much of anything, bg3 has consumed my entire life, but in the brief moments of clarity (usually when I'm forcibly separated from the playstation by work) chapter 2 of Shrines

tagging: uhhhh no one, I'm fairly sure every single one of my mutuals has done this already bc I'm late to the party, but if you see this and haven't done it, then consider this my open invitation haha

[videostak]

he started walking around a bit now and now that he is i can see that he scratched some of his back leg claws off :( probably when he was gettign stuck in like the gates n stuff. when we found him when he was a baby he had also had his back leg claws out from where he was stuck so i guess it isnt that serious since they just grow back but still sad tho rn he seems a lot calmer but still like scared like hes walking around and not like u kno hissing or anything but like hes walking around cautiously everywhere just like walking slow and looking around a lot.

[outofbinaryspace]

So I’m living with my parents rn and bc they have two big dogs, we use a baby gate to keep my cat downstairs and them upstairs (my cat can and will jump over the baby gate but the dogs respect the gate for some reason)

Now for the past week or so I’ve been sleeping on the couch in the living room and violet (my cat) will stay near me so we didn’t have a problem

But now I’m in the second bedroom (they were using it for storage so my mom had to clear it out)-an important note about this house…the doors don’t latch very well or at all…the door in this room doesn’t at all which means the dogs who usually are either in my parents room or in the hallway between us can come in to my room and bug me

Sunday night I put the baby gate on the stairs bc violet for whatever reason can’t jump the gate that way and the dogs won’t try at all

And that worked fine

Last night my dad asked that I not put the gate on the stairs bc he has to take the dogs out at random times in the morning (the younger dog always has to go at random times)

So I put it back where it normally was, in the section between the living room and kitchen where violet can jump it

Well about an hour ago, my cat decided “fuck it” and fucking sprinted up the stairs (presumably she jumped the gate) and busted into the room I’m in, followed quickly by the older dog who is very curious about her, and like slid under the bed where oldest dog can’t reach her

I was asleep for most of this until I heard claws on wood followed by oldest dog

I get doggo out of my room, checked over my cat for injuries just in case

And all was well

Until five minutes later when she decided to pee in my suitcase full of clean clothes

That I then had to throw in the wash and figure out how to clean the suitcase

And to make this so much more fun: I’m allergic to both dogs and cats

I’m not as reactive to them now but cat pee is one of those things that instantly causes a pretty bad reaction (if she uses the litter box, it’s fine. It’s situations like this where she does it just to be petty that I’m dying)

So now I feel like shit because my cat decided it was so unfair and mean of me to make her stay downstairs

(And yes she has food and water and a litter box downstairs, and yes the litter box was clean)

[scrawlingskribbles]

it’s amazing how much energy & focus I suddenly get for cleaning my room when I go in Anxious Oh No My Child(Pet) Is Hurt anxiety mode

[bigmammallama5]

I have no idea if you're writing sc fic rn but I have this idea.

Lena is leaving to go back to Metropolis. Kara is last one to say her goodbye to Lena. Their hug last the longest and Kara was so close to kiss her but Lena backed up and left. Kara stands there, like a ghost, watching her boarding her private jet. Lena stops at the door, takes a deep breath and looks back at her (although tears are blocking the view :/) and the door closes.

As the jet was running on the track Kara starts running to catch the jet but it takes off. Kara jumps up and takes off herself flying to Lena's windows. She starts telling how much she loves her and begging her to stay with her. Lena is crying and not hearing much but she's reading her lips, crystal clear. She and Kara land the jet back on the airport and they grow old together.

hope it makes sense :)

(I'm still not in the best place time-wise to open suggestions back up, but I hope I can do that next summer <3 i liked this one too much to leave it be)

also on Ao3

It was at that moment that Kara knew she was the biggest idiot on earth.

In the galaxy.

In that dimension.

“Wait-“

Rao, she was stupid.

What was she doing.

“Wait, no-“

Her heart was a painful lump in her throat as she watched the small sleek private jet taxi away from the gangway with Lena on board. Lena, who had looked at her one last time through heartbroken tears before turning the corner onto the aircraft with a steadying breath. Her panicked brain flashed back to their last hug that lingered far too long to simply be friendly. Back to how Lena’s fingers had dug into her back through her worn Midvale High sweatshirt. How her lips damp from her tears had brushed against the side of her neck as she told Kara she would miss her.

Stupid stupid stupid.

A nudge at her shoulder brought her back to the small dingy departure gate. Kara stopped spiraling and sucked in a lungful of stale air, blinking fat tears down her cheeks as Nia stepped close. Her friend was looking at her as if she were at the end of her rope and ready to clock her with her purse.

“Go get her.”

“But-“

Nia leaned in closer with steel in her voice. “Kara Zor-El, so help me god if you don’t get your ass out on that runway.”

Behind her Alex sighed and pulled her phone out, mumbling something about pulling rank on the control tower as she turned away. It was enough and Kara was looking around for an exit. Nia pushed her towards the closed door to the gangway and hissed show them your suit. Kara made a strangled noise of panic in her throat and stumbled to the lone airport employee. The tired middle aged woman looked up as Kara approached her. She yanked up her sweatshirt and crumpled tee and took a subtle floating step, making sure to show both of her feet off the ground. For good measure she nearly clawed her glasses off her face and handed them clumsily to Nia who had followed closely to block her from the rest of the airport.

“Open the door please?”

She almost didn’t recognize her voice. The woman stared at her for a hard minute, exhaustion creeping into the wrinkles around her mouth, and then turned back to the door.

“I better not get fired for this.”

Crushing panic crashed into elated panic and Kara rushed to the door. “I’m sorry, you won’t.”

The woman hummed displeasure and keyed the door open. Kara warbled another thank you and was at the end of the gangway in a blink. Behind her she heard the woman gasp in surprise and Nia swooping in to do damage control, but her attention was zeroing in on the small silvery plane a couple hundred meters away heading towards the end of the runway. She didn’t have much time.

Kara leapt out of the open gangway and onto the tarmac, her sneakers grinding briefly as she dug in and threw herself forward. The wind tore at her body, her hair, the chilly early morning biting at her nose and the tips of her ears and fingers. Faster, faster until her tears were streaming down her cheeks and she felt as if she were choking on the words bubbling up from her marrow. The small aircraft ballooned in size as she caught up and overshot, a panicked whimper tearing from her lips as she nearly tripped and caught herself in a clumsy crouch. The whistle of the engine eased up as the pilot stared at her gobsmacked through the windshield and Kara nearly sobbed in relief when the plane began to slow.

Kara leapt up and plastered herself to the side of the plane, scrambling from one window to the next until she was staring right into Lena’s face. She stared at Kara through the thick glass, looking so small in her thick sweater and scarf pulled up protectively around her jaw. She blinked at her in surprise and Kara could see she was still crying.

“I’m sorry-“ Her voice broke. “-don’t go-“

Kara poured her heart out in a scream over the roar of the engine, her voice raw. It was the hardest thing she had ever done. It was the best thing she had ever done.

“I’m stupid, I’m so stupid, I love you-“

Lena’s mouth fell open and Kara kept going, unable to stop the flood she had kept locked away for years.

“-and I don’t deserve you and I just-I’m so sorry. I’m SO sorry-please don’t leave-“

Lena called something to the pilot that sounded like stop and ripped herself out of her seatbelt. The whine of the engine quieted further and Lena turned back to Kara, her hand pressing flat to the glass as her face twisted. Door, she mouthed, and Kara slid up the plane to the thin seam. She could hear Lena inside, running, waiting as the pilot told her he was depressurizing the cabin, then groaning as she took hold of the heavy handle and pulled. There was a hiss and heavy clunk in the door as the plane taxied to a stop out of the way. The door shifted in and swung back.

There Lena stood, her slight frame dwarfed by the thick hatch door.

Her tear streaked face was wide open and full of wonder as Kara floated closer.

“You love me?”

Kara reached out and held on to the side of the plane, looking up at Lena. “I do. I love you. To the moon and back.”

Lena gasped a watery sob and leaned closer. “And you waited until now?”

“Oh-” Kara blinked, and it felt as if she was realizing where they actually were. In the middle of a tarmac.

“I’m sorry, I’m making you waste gas-”

Lena crossed the small gap between them and kissed her clumsily, her hands cradling her jaw and the back of her head. Kara nearly dropped out of the air in surprise but caught her knee on the threshold. It only lasted a moment but long enough for Kara to realize that maybe, just maybe, she had almost royally screwed up.

“You kissed me.”

Warm fingers smoothed her windswept hair off her face, so achingly tender it made her chest hurt. Lena smiled broadly through her tears.

“Yes, I did. I love you too, you big dummy.”

Kara gawped, and then sagged in relief. “Oh. Thank Rao.”

“Come inside. Let’s go home.”

Lena curled her fingers into the front of her sweatshirt and tugged. Kara followed easily, her tears returning in the form of such an overwhelming happiness it made her feel like she could circle the earth in three seconds. The door was closed and the pilot trundled back to another gate. Kara sank to her knees in front of a seated Lena, wedging herself in between her legs as she pressed her face to her chest. She could feel the vibration of the plane tires on the tarmac in her knees, the droning whine of the engine a constant background. And Lena, holding her as if she were her entire world whispering words of affirmation between soft kisses.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.