#confession 948

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#948

I'm in a lot of fandoms that have lifespan angst ships but I really like the subversion trope where the one expected to outlive the other doesn't which is one reason why I like the idea of Kirk surviving Generations. Spock dies canonly at the age of 162ish in ST:Beyond. Kirk enters and leaves the Nexus at age 60 so if he survived and rejoined Spock then when Romulus' Star collapses and they'd get thrown into the Kelvin timeline they would be 157ish and 76ish. Now obviously you can't base a character's lifespan off the actors but since Spock's has to match with Nimoy's then I think it's fair to match Kirk's with Shatner who is still alive at 93 which means in the five years between the end of ST:2009 and ST:Beyond Kirk would still be alive while Spock dies in ST:Beyond. In fact, he would still be alive for another decade or so. Which makes Spirk in this context the best of both (angsty) worlds because you get the proper lifespan angst with Kirk "dying" first and being dead for nearly 80 years and then the subversive angst of Kirk having to deal with outliving Spock which was never something he felt the need to prepare himself for unlike Spock who would have prepared for it well in advance not only in regards to Kirk but also his mother and friends. Or you could argue Spock survives because Pon Farr was what killed him but idk fuck or die seems kind of weird to tack onto Nimoy's memorial scenes so I prefer to think it was just old age.

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Prompt 14 - Secret Identity

@wolfstarmicrofic July 14, word count 948

Because of his family, Sirius often used another name when dealing with people he didn't know. Especially when dating. Once they heard Black, that was it, they were suddenly obsessed with being introduced to his parents. He’d grown his hair long, and he avoided suits like the plague. If you put him next to a picture of his younger self, it would be hard to guess they were the same person. 

He was being set up by a friend of a friend. He’d been adamant that his real name wasn’t mentioned. He had a rule that he only revealed his actual name if he thought it would go anywhere and, so far, that hadn’t happened. 

He was nervous. Something about this date was making him jumpy. He tried to shake it off and think about the nice meal he was going to have tonight. He’d chosen his favourite restaurant, all the staff knew him and knew not to call him Sirius or Mr Black. 

A tall, thin man in faded blue jeans, a slightly rumpled white shirt and an honest-to-god brown cardigan. Sirius looked around the restaurant to see who he was meeting. The man leaned in to ask the host something and, to Sirius’s astonishment, Celeste led the man over to his table. He jumped out of his seat when they stopped beside him and the man looked at him expectantly. 

“Thank you, Celeste,” He held out his hand to his date. “Simon White,” He introduced himself. 

“Remus Lupin,” Remus replied politely. They sat down and opened their menus. 

Sirius already knew what he was ordering, so he observed Remus instead. He was very handsome now that he was closer, with gorgeous sandy hair that wound into cute little curls. If only he had a sense of style, he’d be batting them off instead of going on a blind date with him. 

They made polite conversation and Remus seemed very nice, but Sirius was bored and not for the first time he wished he hadn’t come. Then Remus came out with the most outlandish, unexpected thing. 

“You look like a good shag, wanna have a bit of fun?” Sirius spit his water out across the table.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” He mopped up the spilt liquid as best he could. Remus put his hand on top of Sirius’s.

“Simon, calm down, it’s only water. Now if it had been red wine I think the staff might throw you out,” He stage whispered. 

“Nah, they love me in here,” Sirius waved him off. 

“Do you come here often?” Remus asked, his brow furrowing. 

“Er, yeah, it’s my favourite and I don’t cook so…” He didn’t dare say it was where he brought all his dates. 

“So, Simon, what do you do?” Sirius felt like squirming, he hated that Remus was calling him by his fake name. 

The man was growing on him, and he could almost see a possible future with this man. 

They were tucking into their desserts. Sirius had ordered the lemon cheesecake and Remus had the chocolate fudge cake. Remus was regaling him with a prank he’d pulled at his boarding school that nearly got him kicked out. 

“The toilets blew blue water everywhere, and they had to get in a line of portaloos on the front lawn to accommodate all of us while the plumbers tried to sort out the mess I made.” Sirius laughed a genuine laugh. He had tears in his eyes and was finally enjoying himself. “Did you ever get up to mischief when you were younger, Simon?” Sirius did shudder that time. Remus looked at him concerned. “Are you alright?” Sirius swallowed and braced himself. 

“Sirius,” He said, screwing his eyes shut. 

“Huh?” Remus asked, confused.

“My name isn’t Simon, it’s Sirius. I use a fake name on dates or else people want to know about my parents or the rest of the family and I can’t deal with that.” He confessed.

“So what is your real name?” Remus asked him. 

“Sirius Black,” He watched as Remus’s eyebrows crept up his forehead. 

“Oh,” He said. Sirius closed his eyes, a bit disappointed that he wouldn’t get to see Remus again and just when he was starting to have fun. “Well, I can happily say I have absolutely no interest in your family. No offence but they’re terrible,” Sirius’s head snapped up. Wait, what?

“You really don’t care who I am?” Sirius asked in wonder. Remus shook his head. 

“Who cares where you come from? It’s about who you are that matters, and I can tell you’re nothing like them. A bit lonely, but you show me a single person who isn’t.” Sirius could have cried. Where had this amazing, caring man come from and how could he have ever wanted the date to be over because he was boring? Remus Lupin was anything but boring. 

“Want to finish up here and come back to mine for coffee?” He dared to ask, putting himself out there in a way he never had before. Remus grinned a smile so big it took Sirius’s breath away. 

“Turn it into a hot chocolate, and I’m yours,” Remus joked. Sirius felt his stomach doing summersaults. He’d never eaten a cheesecake so fast in his life. The bill was charged to his account, and they left. Sirius grabbed Remus’s hand on the way through the door and Remus linked their fingers together. Sirius felt like he could fly right now. It was ridiculous. He made a mental note to thank Marlene for the set-up. But for now, he had hot chocolate to make, he was just glad that he had the good stuff in.

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Itchy

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ldc9pay by Purrsly Martin is warm, soft and comfortable against him, with firm arms that wrapped around his middle. A grounding weight against Jon's rigid frame. He smelled like tea, and fresh laundry. Jon just wished he knew what tea. Words: 948, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Additional Tags: Martin Blackwood Has a Crush on Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood Needs a Hug, Pining Martin Blackwood, Martin Blackwood Takes Care of Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, kind of?, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Needs a Hug, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Gets a Hug, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist is Bad at Feelings, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Has a Crush, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Loves Martin Blackwood, They dont confess, Hurt/Comfort, The Magnus Archives Season 2, I don't know how to tag this, POV Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Character Study? read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ldc9pay

[h50fics]

Feels like home

by LEO_666

"God Steven, you smuck. You scared me. What are you doing? we have to go to work. Remember? The thing were we earn money and you can enjoy that we are being shot at. Whats going on?", he says in one breath, staring at Steve. "Sick?", Steve asks more than he says. Staring at the blank ceiling, and trying to not look at Danny in his well-fitting shirt and his well-fitting pants.

Words: 948, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Hawaii Five-0 (2010)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve McGarrett, Danny "Danno" Williams

Relationships: Steve McGarrett/Danny "Danno" Williams, Freddie Hart & Steve McGarrett

Additional Tags: Love Confessions, Pining, Fluff and Angst, Men Crying, Steve McGarrett Needs a Hug

via AO3 works tagged 'Steve McGarrett/Danny "Danno" Williams' https://ift.tt/LmnSTRx

[the-hem]

Who is the Angel Enoch? And What is the Origin of the Sutra of the Three Heaps?

The Sutra of the Three Heaps (Skt. Trīskhandhadharmasūtra; Tib. ཕུང་པོ་གསུམ་པའི་མདོ་, pungpo sumpé do, Wyl. phung po gsum pa'i mdo), also known as the The Bodhisattva’s Confession of Downfalls (Wyl. byang chub sems dpa'i ltung ba bshags pa) or simply Confession of Downfalls (Tung Shak, Wyl. ltung bshags) — an excerpt from Ascertaining the Discipline: the Sutra of Upali's Questions[1]. The relevant section is cited in Shantideva’s Compendium of Training[2] as a method of purifying transgressions of vows and downfalls of the bodhisattva vow by invoking thirty-five buddhas of confession.

The section in later commentarial literature was referred to as the Sutra of the Three Heaps, because of the three heaps or factors that reinforce the confession. These are:

homage,

confession, and

rejoicing or dedication.

Alternatively, according to a commentary[3] by Nagarjuna, the three heaps are:

"All wrongs individually I confess" is the heap of confessing wrongs.

Rejoicing in the merits of both ordinary beings, who are impure, and Superior Beings or Aryas, who are pure, making them the object of your rejoicing is the heap of joy.

Beseeching the Fully Awakened Beings not to (die and) pass into the state Beyond Sorrow, and requesting them to continually turn the wheel of the doctrine is the heap of making request.

Through these Three Heaps you accumulate immeasurable amounts of merit.

What is the Origin of the Sutra of the Three Heaps?

=948, טדח‎ ‎ ‎"grinded."

To grind is to make what is called pesa or paste or break down that which is opaque into that which allows Grace to pass through it.

A group of thirty-five monks who had taken the bodhisattva vow and had accidentally caused the death of a child while they were out begging for alms went to Upali, one of the closest disciples of the Buddha, and asked him to request from the Buddha a method of confessing and purifying what they had done.

The Buddha then spoke this sutra, and as he did so, light radiated from his body and thirty-four other buddhas appeared in the space all around him. The thirty-five monks prostrated before these buddhas, made offerings, confessed their misdeed, took refuge and re-awakened bodhichitta.

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=11979, ויאגט, Viajet, "If the hand of the messenger thou art. 5784, The one who makes alms, 5391, ghetto, reads the notes featuring the wine press 5863, החוג‎‎ and enters the circle at the party at the boundary of the tropic of the horizon."

The Tropic of the Horizon is Year 1, which will begin the day the Age of Agony ends with the Reconstitution of the Kingdom of Israel. The Gematria which is based on a cursory description of a Buddhist Sutra states once again, it is time of the world's Jews and Muslims, all 13 Tribes of Israel to collaborate in the onset of the Age of Mashiach.

The Full Textof the Sutra provides greater detail into the path to the Stage for the completion of the Heaps. Heaps in Hebrew modify satanic words into sentiments called Tzedakim, "righteous and holy".

The Angel of the Downfall, AKA is called Enoch, whose name means "I will solder you to myself."

Enoch is a member of a class of angels called Watchers of which there are Three:

In the Book of Daniel 4:13, 17, 23 (ESV),[5] there are three references to the class of "watcher, holy one" ("watcher", Aramaic ʿir; "holy one", Aramaic qaddish). The term is introduced by Nebuchadnezzar who says he saw "a watcher, a holy one come down (singular verb) from heaven." He describes how in his dream the watcher says that Nebuchadnezzar will eat grass and be mad and that this punishment is "by the decree of the watchers, the demand by the word of the holy ones" ... "the living may know that the Most High rules in the kingdom of men." After hearing the king's dream, Daniel considers for an hour and then responds:

And because the king saw a watcher, a holy one, coming down from heaven and saying, 'Chop down the tree and destroy it, but leave the stump of its roots in the earth, bound with a band of iron and bronze, in the tender grass of the field, and let him be wet with the dew of heaven, and let his portion be with the beasts of the field, till seven periods of time pass over him,' this is the interpretation, O king: It is a decree of the Most High, which has come upon my lord the king, that you shall be driven from among men, and your dwelling shall be with the beasts of the field. You shall be made to eat grass like an ox, and you shall be wet with the dew of heaven, and seven periods of time shall pass over you, till you know that the Most High rules the kingdom of men and gives it to whom He will.[6]

The Bodhisattva’s Confession of Downfalls, from the Words of the Buddha.

All sentient beings always take refuge in the Guru;

Take refuge in the Buddha;

Take refuge in the Dharma; and

Take refuge in the Saṅgha.

Homage to the blessed one, the tathāgata, the arhat, the complete and perfect Buddha, Śākyamuni!

Homage to Vajra Conqueror;

Homage to Blazing Jewel;3

Homage to Sovereign King of Nāgas;4

Homage to Leader of Heroes;5

Homage to Glorious Joy;6

Homage to Flaming Jewel;7

Homage to Exquisite Moonlight;8

Homage to Meaningful To Behold;9

Homage to Jewel Moon;10

Homage to Stainless Glory;11

Homage to Glorious Benefactor;12

Homage to Brahmaṇa;

Homage to Gift of Brahmā;13

Homage to Water Deity;14

Homage to God of the Water Deities;15

Homage to Glorious Goodness;16

Homage to Glorious Sandalwood;17

Homage to Infinite Majesty;18

Homage to Glorious Splendour;19

Homage to Glory Without Sorrow;20

Homage to Son Without Craving;21

Homage to Glorious Flowers;22

Homage to the tathāgata, Splendour of Brahmā, True Knowing;23

Homage to the tathāgata, Splendorous Lotus, True Knowing;24

Homage to Glorious Wealth;25

Homage to Glorious Mindfulness;26

Homage to Renowned Glory;27

Homage to Victory over King Indra’s Banner;28

Homage to Glorious Hero;29

Homage to Perfect Victor in Battle;30

Homage to Transcendent Victory;31

Homage to Glorious One Appearing to All;32

Homage to Courageous Lotus Jewel;33

Homage to the tathāgata, the arhat, the complete and perfect buddha, Lotus Jewel Steadfast like the King of Mountains.34

May you, and however many other blessed ones, tathāgatas, arhats, complete and perfect buddhas there are living and dwelling in all the world systems in all directions—all you blessed buddhas—please pay attention to me!

In this life and all my other lives circling from one form of saṃsāric existence to the next throughout beginningless time—whatever wrongs I may have done, or caused other to do, or have rejoiced in;

Whatever possessions of stūpas, possessions of the Saṅgha, or possessions of saṅghas dwelling in all directions, I may have appropriated, caused others to appropriate, or rejoiced in the appropriation of;

Whichever of the five actions of immediate retribution I may have committed, caused others to commit, or rejoiced in;

Whichever path of the ten unwholesome actions I may have embarked upon or am currently residing on, incited others to enter, or rejoiced in;

Whatever karmic veils I may have developed that would lead to the hells, or to the animal realm, or to the land of the pretas, or to birth in border regions, or amongst barbarians, or amongst the long-lived gods, or that would lead to incomplete sense faculties, or holding wrong views, or to not rejoicing at the advent of a Buddha—

All of these I confess in the presence of the blessed buddhas, who are aware, who observe, who are witnesses, who are authorities, who know and see. I admit them and do not conceal them, and I make a vow to refrain from them henceforth!

All you blessed buddhas, please pay attention to me!

Over the course of this life and all other lives in saṃsāra without beginning or end—whatever wholesomeness there may be from having given gifts to others, even as little as a mouthful of food to a being born as an animal;

Whatever wholesomeness there may be in having preserved discipline;

Whatever wholesomeness there may be in having maintained chaste behavior;

Whatever wholesomeness there may be in having caused sentient beings to mature;

Whatever wholesomeness there may be in having roused a mind set on supreme awakening;

Whatever wholesomeness there may be in unsurpassable wisdom—

Combining, gathering, and collecting all of this together, I dedicate it to the unexcelled, unsurpassed, most exalted, the most excellent; I dedicate it to unsurpassable, complete and perfect awakening.

Just as past blessed buddhas have dedicated, and just as future buddhas, blessed ones, will dedicate, and just as the buddhas, blessed ones of the present in all directions, are dedicating now, I also fully dedicate in the very same way.

I confess each and every misdeed.

I rejoice in all goodness.

I request and pray to all the buddhas to teach and remain in saṃsāra.

May I attain sublime, supreme, unsurpassed wisdom!

Supreme among humans, Victors now present,

Those of the past, and those yet to come,

Your praiseworthy qualities are boundless like the ocean—

With folded palms, I take refuge in you!

This completes the Mahāyāna sūtra entitled “The Noble Three Heaps.”

One of the requirements for the onset of Mashiach is all sentient beings have to confess we have not been disrespectful to our parents. The appearance of Enoch and the text of the Sutra of the Three Heaps are signs it is time for the onset of Mashiach. The similarities in the texts and commentaries left by the Angel/Bhodisattva with regards to the time limit on the animal behaviors of mankind cannot be ignored.

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How Daily Markle continues to earn it's name by u/wordscapesx

How Daily Markle continues to earn it's name Headline pieces in Daily Markle today (so far) - How Harry and Meghan's perfectly timed PR blitz torpedoed William's Diana tribute: Duchess launched 'Tig 2.0' just before Wills took to stage with moving speech, before couple announced civil rights award from LA in middle of 25th anniversary event 2.7K (this is a huge story - see photo)Meghan Markle will 'make six figures' within weeks of launching American Riviera Orchard, brand expert claims - adding it 'wasn't an accident' that the glossy lifestyle business was launched at the same time as the Diana Legacy Awards.Meghan Markle's Netflix return: Duchess 'will start filming new cookery show in a few weeks time' to coincide with launch of American Riviera Orchard - after streaming giant's executive revealed Sussexes are working on new projectsMeghan Markle's American Riviera Orchard is already being replicated by dozens of fake accounts on Instagram.Maureen Callahan (only negative piece) -Kate and William are in crisis as never before. So how grimly predictable of Meghan to come crashing in with this basic, beige relaunch. and MAUREEN CALLAHAN warns, such trashy royalty-for-sale is exactly what the late Queen always fearedPrince William 'doesn't want to be associated with Harry at all', says royal expert after the pair attended Diana Legacy Awards separatelyPrince William looked 'regal' compared to 'rockstar' Prince Harry during their separate appearances at the Diana Legacy Awards, body language expert Judi James claims (judi working both sides but honestly, "rock star"????)Will Charles stop Harry and Meghan cashing in on their titles? Experts warn cancer-stricken King 'won't have energy' to intervene as Duchess' new venture 'trades off royal name despite agreement with late QueenPrince Harry has the last laugh (teaser) followed by headline - The Sussexes raise eyebrows with two announcements that clash with William's Diana memorial speech... before Harry shares a late-night joke with the award winners (hours AFTER his brother left the venue)Inside Meghan's first punt at lifestyle guru status: The Duchess's former blog The Tig featured very candid confessions about her 'brutal 20s', commentary on 'Princess Kate's wedding' and 'never fitting in' as a royal.​https://preview.redd.it/cmtnw88k0ioc1.png?width=948&format=png&auto=webp&s=c8de73b8267148c7f77db73ddae584e79d82767b​​​ post link: https://ift.tt/Vg2q5Sy author: wordscapesx submitted: March 15, 2024 at 02:36PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[sleep-escapes-me]

A completed collection of 28 one-shots all showcasing Imogen & Laudna in a variety of prompts and universes.

Relationship: Imogen x Laudna

Word Count: 38,923

Death. Merfolk girl. Lightning. Naked Fearne. Delilah!? Fleeing a prison, stuck in the hole, coming back to life, crashing at your ex's stronghold for a week 'cause technically you killed your patron!

Everything is written into a semi-canon compliant Exandria. (no modern/real world AUs) There’s angst and humor, fated first meetings and earnest confessions of love, dead rats and dead people, cute slice-of-life moments. Just a lovely amalgamation of universes for Imogen and Laudna to interact with each other again and again.

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mini summaries and (word counts)

Strange First Meeting (457) - Classic meet cute.

Caught in the Rain (681) - Imogen deals with stress.

What's up, doc? (392) - Just a cute caring for the other moment.

Second Love (892) - Imogen is leaving. Laudna is worried.

Roadtrip/Backpacking (885) - Sometimes it's not always best to go off the beaten path.

Pirate AU (948) - They're not pirates.

Pull a Rabbit Out of a Hat (443) - FCG doesn't like magicians.

Going Down a Rabbit Hole (1427) - They say drugs can open your mind.

Soulmate AU (1828) - Marks and tattoos on one's body glow when you think about your soulmate or are around them.

Opposites (1076) - Laudna is dead. Imogen reads her journal.

Why Are You Naked in my Bed? (538) - It's Fearne.

Secret Admirer (1168) - Laudna has a secret admirer.

Vampire AU (1071) - The hunger brings interesting developments.

Merfolk AU (2217) - Laudna finds a hidden lake.

Fairy Tale AU (2041) - Once upon a time Matilda got a second chance at life.

Starting a New Tradition (1158) - La Calamity: An Exandrian Opera

Fake Dating (1691) - In the name of undercover work.

Curses (712) - She’s blue! Again!

Blood is Thicker Than Water (1128) - Laudna will always support her girl...

Trapped Together (894) - 10 minutes in the hole.

College AU (1822) - Pining from a distance means nothing when Fearne gets involved.

Plenty of Fish in the Sea (1448) - Sad girl Imogen. [2nd person POV]

Crime/Mafia AU (3387) - Years have passed since Imogen and Laudna have seen each other.

Flotsam and Jetsam (1138) - Flotsam are things in the water deliberately thrown overboard. Jetsam are things in the water as the result of a shipwreck.

Lighthouse Keeper AU (5364) - Imogen finds an abandoned lighthouse and maybe a friend.

What's the Worst That Could Happen? (1539) - Laudna gets a job as a prison guard.

Nontraditional Format (1346) - FCG wrote a script.

Still Waters Run Deep (934) - Laudna loves the little things about Imogen. [2nd person POV]

[polizwrites]

WIP Update - 11 Jan 2023

Had a satisfactorily productive   writing week -   I touched 7 fics ( 4 WIPs & 3 new works) for a total of  2973 words!

On Ao3, I posted -- Adverse Possession  (Clint & Bucky - post CA:WS) -- a new chapter of  Lady Natasha's Consort and Lord Steve's Companion  (Royalty AU, established Stucky & IronWidow with eventual WinterIron poly) 

I also contributed to Something to Get Me Through the Nothing - A WinterIron Round Robin  (Tony/Bucky - friendship to something more) 

On Tumblr I posted two quick prompt ficlets:   things you said when you thought i was asleep (WinterIron)   and   things you said that i wish you hadn’t (Steve/Clint)   along with a Flash Fiction Friday fic:   Variations on a Theme  (Secret Santa - Sam/Clint ) 

I have  10 active WIPs  with my current  deadline being the  Sam Wilson Holiday Bingo  (ends 20 Jan) and Steve Rogers Bingo (ends 31 Jan).  

See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.  Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Bucky Barnes Bingo - Round 4 [BBB_R4] (Runs thru 7  15 Jan 2023)

I’m coming at twenty-three fills (22 + 1 adopted),  and six bingos!  Since I have ideas for the remaining squares that I’m not gonna get done within the week extension, I’m hoping we can carry squares over into the next round.  

* U2 - AU: Roommate  -   posted  Adverse Possession  on Friday  a Clint POV post  CA:WS  incorporating the following Meet Ugly prompt: “I bought a house three months ago but I’m finally moving in and discover you’ve been squatting because you’re homeless.”  It came in at 919 words. .

* U4 - AU: Arranged Marriage - Posted Chapter 3 of  Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion on Saturday.  It’s a Royalty AU with established Stucky & IronWidow,  a marriage of convenience between Steve and Natasha and eventual WinterIron.  It’s a crossover with my TSB IronWidow square and came in at  948 words.

*C5 - “This might as well happen” -  Used this toward  Something to Get Me Through the Nothing - A WinterIron Round Robin.  Tony & Bucky canon-compliant-ish angst with a happy ending.   My section was 349 words and the entire fic came in at  2638 words.  

Sam Wilson Bingo - Mini Holiday Round (SWB_MH) - Ends 20 Jan

Three fills posted with 1 bingo for this  3x3 holiday event card - shooting for another bingo with 1 WIP and filling the FREE space.

* A1 - Secret Santa  - Combined this with last week’s  @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt Set the Stage for   Variations on a Theme.  Sam gets appropriately themed gifts from his Secret Santa which results in a date with Clint.  It came in at  792 words and after some tweaking, will be posted to Ao3 on Friday.

* A3 - Confessing Their Love -  I’m adding what is probably the final chapter to After One Or Two False Starts  where a nightmare finally gets Sam and Bucky talking about what’s developed between them.  It’s sitting at 413 words at the moment and will post probably on  the 18th 

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 2  (SRB_R2) - Ends 31 Jan

Seventeen fills posted with 2 bingos (Row 3 & Row 1)   & 1 WIPs at the moment   – aiming for 2 or 3 more bingos before the event wraps.

* A4 - Touch Attention/Denial  - I have an idea for this that will also fill my Stucky Bingo  KINK - Double Penetration square.   I’ve got the fic pretty much planned out in my head, but need to get it written down. 

* B2 - Mile High Club -  Wrote up the second chapter of  Never Have I Ever (But I Want To With You), picking up with Tony’s POV after the events of Chapter One. It crosses over with TSB  Tony’s Poor Life Choices  and is a bit of a square squish; it is coming in at 804 words and will post on the 20th.

* C5 - “You get hurt, hurt ‘em back. You get killed ... walk it off.”  - I combined this with a Tumblr writing prompt “things you said I wish you hadn’t”  for  Clint/Steve.  I ended up with about 245 words of post-mission angst that I will probably tweak a bit and get posted later this month. 

* E2 - Comics Nomad Steve  - SWC sketch of Nomad!Steve

* E4 - Mental Bondage - crossover with TSB KINK: Concubine -  Potential Title My Voice The Chain that Binds You.    I’ve got this somewhat worked out in my head, but nothing on paper yet. 

* D5 - Long Distance Relationship - Not Too Far Down the Tracks was a surprise fill, since it fit so well with a previous Flash Fiction Friday Prompt  Late Night Train.  It’s a Stony College AU ficlet that  I added onto to squeeze my TSB Doing Groceries square into.  It’s coming in at  414 words & will post to Ao3 on the 25th.

Tony Stark Bingo - Round 6  (TSB_R6)  [Ends 28 Feb]

Seventeen fills and two WIPs at the moment -    with  Vague Ideas for almost every other square.  

* T2 - Doing Groceries - see SRB Long Distance Relationship above

* T3 - Pepper Potts/Rescue -  some sort of remix of/inspired by sabrecmc’s  Indecent Proposal  from Pepper’s POV.  At this point, I think I need to re-read the fic & take notes …  

* T4 - KINK: Concubine - see   SRB  E4 - Mental Bondage 

*A5 - Scott Lang  - 27dragons shared an interesting plot bunny during the Sept TSB Discord party that I may end up using; that or a follow up to A Piece of the Action

* R1 - Tony’s Poor Life Choices - see SRB Mile High Club above.  

* R2 - IronWidow -   see  BBB Arranged Marriage above

* K2 - Secret Admirer -  carried this over from last round so I could try my hand a remix of Seeds of Love  (WinterIron hanahaki fic by the super-talented @hddnone).  Potential title:  Wraps Around My Heart, Refusing to Unwind

Stucky Bingo Round Four [SB_R4] (Ends 31 May 2023

Nine fills and one WIPs with a couple of other vague ideas.

* B1 - Mutual Pining -  no specific idea, but it’s so On Brand for me I’m sure I’ll come up with something!  (maybe  the Centerfold fic idea I’ve been toying with)

* B3 - Legacy -  Posted  A Written Promise  this morning; I combined this square with a Flash Fiction Friday prompt back in December for a post CA;CW Steve & Bucky missing scene ficlet.  It came in at 400 words and got posted to Ao3    this morning.

* B5 - KINK: Double Penetration - see SRB   Touch Attention/Denial  above.

* O4 - AU: Supernatural - got inspired by a dream to start a Stucky fantasy AU (magician!Steve/ensorcelled!Bucky) that @bill-longbow  is collaborating on with me. We’re currently sitting at 1640 words  (984-ish of which are mine).   Will probably continue on this sometime in February.   Current Last Line:  "My men will accompany you back to Brookline in the morning.”

I also adopted the Writing Format: Remix one of your fics  square  – am thinking of taking one of my Stony or WinterIron  No Powers fics and adapting it to a Stucky pairing – if you have any requests - hit me up!  

WinterIron - No Powers AU  –  Stony No Powers AU

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On other creative fronts:  I have a Hulk Stuffed With Character figure in progress -  still working on the figures/props for my three Marvel Trumps Hate  auction winners as well (7 of 8 done so far) – thanks so much for your generous support!!  Finally, I am prepping for a superhero con in March  and another con in June  so am pretty well booked up through spring/early summer.

That said, if you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations in 2023, check  out Stuffed With Character   over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 100!).   They’re  mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC   and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design  requests  for any fandom!

[western-magical-girl-confessions]

“I wish Winx ended in season 3. After that, it seems it died plot-wise and character-wise and made no sense. I only have interest in those seasons and pretend the others don’t exist.”

[miraculousladybug-confessions]

“I want to see Adrien's feelings for Marinette grow, and see how he deals with his conflicting feelings for Ladybug and Marinette. It will be super frustrating, but really interesting at the same time. :O”

[easy-pete-confessions]

I actually like Easy Pete

[barbie-movie-confessions]

#948: "The thing I love the most about 12 Dancing Princesses is the soundtracks that come from actual European classic music (the dances in the magic world are specifically from Felix Mendelssohn). I think it makes the movie more decent than it already is."

- anonymous

[sirthisisa-wendys]

No Ordinary Love: Senju Kawaragi x Fem!Reader

synopsis: (Senju is aged up here, if you don't like that, you can keep scrolling). Infiltrating Brahman is easy for someone like you. But getting out in one piece is what might be the death of your career, your purpose, and your heart.

wc: 948

tw: smut, angst

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"If you want to be free of the debt you owe Bonten... you'll do what we're asking of you."

You curl into Senju's side, listening to her soft breaths as she sleeps. Why didn't anyone tell you that sleeping with the enemy would feel so right? You try to avoid looking at her for the moment, thoughts running through your mind at a mile a minute.

You want to tell her everything, confess your secrets, just be fucking honest, but the pull of the repercussions makes the pit of your stomach feel like acid.

Joining Brahman had been difficult. Most days, you fell flat on your face and tried your best to stand up again, though coming up on your knees hadn't been new at all. You remember the years of rug burn on your forearms, your knees, your shins, but this... the attempt at being a gang member had worn you thin.

Thankfully Senju pulled you out of the B1 ring and into her embrace, leading you like a sister would to her youngest sibling. Your mission's objective had been accomplished by that point - get close to the head of Brahman and report back to Bonten - but something in you found a safe place, a gentle word, a security that you knew you'd never get the chance to feel if you went back to Kokonoi and his associates.

"Can I stay here?" you want to ask, but you can't bring yourself to beg for a safe place, a home, or even kindness from someone you're set out to betray. When you try to pull away from the leader of Brahman, you're met with a soft mewl of displeasure and a tug back to the bed.

"It's early," she whines. "Just stay here for a little while longer." Your heart seems to want to burst out of its frozen prison as you lay back down, letting her rest her head on your shoulder and resume her sleep.

Guilt and remorse gnaw at you while you're laying there, thinking about all of the ways you could possibly get out of this shameful contract with Bonten. And as the light from the rising sun crests over the window sill, you realize you've spent hours letting your mind distract you from the very real, very simple fact that you're--

Zzzz, zzzz, zzzz.

Senju awakens immediately, grabs her phone, and answers it, listening to the voice on the other end. You glance over at her, hoping your cover hadn't been blown, but also dismissing the possibility as paranoia.

"It's Takemichi," she mouths to you, and you nod before feeling your shoulders sag a bit. Takemichi was the least of your worries.

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Torrential rain slaps against the pavement and the window pane, calling your attention away from the display before you and to the dreary scene outside.

"The power might go out," you muse, but Senju reaches her hand down to your head and runs her fingers over your forehead and hair.

"That's okay," she breathes. "We don't need the light right now. And I have candles." Just as she finishes her sentence, the lights flicker, then settle into complete darkness. You look up at the white-haired woman above you and giggle a bit, and she responds the same way before cupping your chin and pulling you up from your kneeling position between her knees.

The way Senju kisses you is divine, to say the least.

You've never been kissed by a woman before, but the way she swirls her tongue around your bottom lip and sucks at it gently, it brings something out of you that you didn't expect. Something needy and helpless, something vulnerable and untamed...

And it scares the living shit out of you.

"Come on," she whispers, tugging at your shirt and pants with nimble fingers. "I want to feel you. Every inch of you."

Your nipples pebble up at her words, and your entire body responds to her command with complete obedience. Charisma and commandeering, you think as she holds both of your arms behind your back and slides into you with the strap-on she purchased for just the two of you to enjoy.

"Please," you whisper softly, the bed rocking back and forth under you. Senju catches the hint and eases into a little slower, grunting as he takes her time working the fake cock into you. Even without the toy, you think, you'd be begging like this. You'd be completely at her mercy, instead of on the B1 floor getting knocked out.

That was how this entire thing was supposed to go, wasn't it? You'd pretend to give her your all and she'd take it like some lovesick fool. At the end of the day, your debt would be erased and you'd be free, while she'd have to suffer through her own situation... alone. You'd be back to being alone, too.

Maybe you could be alone... together?

What sense does that make?

You clear your mind of the foolish one more time, letting out a breath and relaxing back onto the bed. Senju doesn't even seem to notice your sudden tensing and then release, or perhaps mistook it for the build-up of an orgasm.

"I love you," you hear her pant above you, sweat dripping from her face and onto your back. "Y/n, I love you."

You're shocked, but you don't hesitate in responding the same way, your body shaking with pleasure at the overwhelming feelings and sensations and everything you've held back--

Your tears come unbidden, however, and as you grab Senju's wrist and hold on for dear life, you pray nothing - not even Bonten - would make you let go.

[ao3feed-jonmartin]

Itchy

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/1aJq9Co by Purrsly Martin is warm, soft and comfortable against him, with firm arms that wrapped around his middle. A grounding weight against Jon's rigid frame. He smelled like tea, and fresh laundry. Jon just wished he knew what tea. Words: 948, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Additional Tags: Martin Blackwood Has a Crush on Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood Needs a Hug, Pining Martin Blackwood, Martin Blackwood Takes Care of Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, kind of?, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Needs a Hug, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Gets a Hug, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist is Bad at Feelings, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Has a Crush, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Loves Martin Blackwood, They dont confess, Hurt/Comfort, The Magnus Archives Season 2, I don't know how to tag this, POV Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Character Study? read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/1aJq9Co

[ohhoneypiee]

Pick Me Up

Featuring: Jeff Wittek x Reader

warnings: angst, mentions of drug use, and a toxic relationship.

WC: 948

Summary: he’s the only person you can think to call.

Sitting on the curb silently you waited for him to pick you up. He was about ten minutes away from getting you and knew he was going to lecture you.

Running your hands down your face you let out a yawn. It’s two in the morning and you're exhausted, but there was no way you could sleep anytime soon.

His car pulls up in front of you and standing up with shaky legs you walk toward his car. Silently you slide into the passenger seat and look over at Jeff.

The silence between you is so loud as he clenches his jaw and looks straight ahead. You can’t deal with the whole ride to his house sitting in the awkward silence.

“Can you please just yell at me already?” You say as you buckle your seatbelt.

He looks over at you as a conflicted look plays across his face. He swallows and silently stares at you, almost as if he’s trying to figure out what he wants to say to you.

“Are you high?” he asks, finally speaking.

Shaking your head you feel sick that he would even ask you that.

“Why are you so shaky?” He going down his list of questions.

“I’ve told you before I don’t do that,” you respond.

He doesn’t say anything as he shifts the car into drive and heads off to his place. You look out the passenger window and wish that things between you weren't so strained. There was a point in time in your friendship or whatever you call this that you didn’t have to call him from your friends party to get you. There was a time when he didn’t constantly question your ability to make choices.

Pulling into the parking garbage at his apartment he gets out of the car and walks to the back of the car and turns to face you. It’s clear he’s waiting for you. Climbing out of his car you walk over to him. He’s staring at you with a saddened look. He looks so conflicted.

He reaches down and gently laces his fingers with yours. He leads you towards the elevator and presses the button and the doors open. Walking inside he never releases your hand. He presses the button to his floor and stands next to you.

Once you’re in his apartment he leads you off towards his room. He drops your hand so he can remove his shirt.

You work on removing your shoes and taking off your leggings. You're left standing there in your oversized sweater.

“You need to stop doing this,” he says finally speaking again.

“I’m not doing drugs.”

“Then why do I keep picking you up from those parties, filled with all your “friends” who are doing drugs?” He was standing at the foot of his bed.

“I don’t know. I used to do stupid things with these people, but I stopped.” You think back to your time in college when your life was spinning out of control. It’s been five years and you thought you had everything under control, but a toxic relationship brought you back to that dark place.

“Are you done with him?” Jeff refused to say Lucas’ name.

From the moment Jeff met Lucas he told you he didn’t like him. He never tried to sugar coat his opinion of him. According to Jeff, Lucas is nothing more than a party boy who has too much money. You knew damn well that Jeff was right.

“We broke up tonight. That’s why I called you,” you say as you look down at your feet.

He stares at you for a long moment before he strides towards you in two steps. He takes your round face in his hands and looks into your eyes. His expression has softened and he is looking at you almost as if he wants to kiss you.

“Are you finally done with him for good?”

“Yeah.”

Leaning forward, he presses his lips to your forehead for a gentle kiss.

You think back to the time before you started dating Lucas. Everyone in your friend group always assumed something was going on between you and Jeff. You were super close and would constantly hang out without the group. There always seemed to be such sexual tension between you. After a late night hanging out with Jeff you confessed your feeling to him, but was completely heartbroken when he stated he “he truly loves you, but he can’t ruin your friendship. Swallowing your pride you tried to act like it didn’t bother you, but it hurt to know he didn’t feel the same. Three months later you met Lucas and things didn’t go the best.

“Please don’t go back to him,” pulls you into his chest and hugs you tight.

“I’m not. I don’t want to go back to him. I want to fix things between us,” you whisper.

Pulling away from you he looks down at you with a sad smile, “I love you, and I’m sorry I was worried about our friendship.”

You smile as your eyes brim with tears, “I need you more than ever right now.”

“I’ll be here for you,” he takes your hand and leads you toward the bed.

Crawling into his bed he walks around and crawls in on the other side. Laying on your side you stare at your beautiful friend. He reaches out and pushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Can I hold you?” He asks.

“Yes,” you say moving closer to you.

He holds you as you both drift off to sleep. You know from then on things between you are going to change for the better.

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@nochillnelly @walkerchick007

[atlas-tries]

Fairy Tales Save Lives

This one goes out to the lovely @somehow-i-got-an-account. Thank you so much for requesting this! (This was edited for like two minutes and I’m not big on this ship, but I hope you enjoy! Please bear with me ;u;)

Description: In which Virgil goes to Logan for some calm down time and Logan has a story to tell. Relationship: Analogical (pre-established, romantic) Trigger warnings: mentions of panic, but that should be it. Let me know if I need to tag for anything else. Word count: 948

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"Well this is a surprise."

Logan had just opened his bedroom door to find a more-anxious-than-usual Virgil already pacing in there and carding anxious fingers through his hair. Virgil perked up as soon as Logan said something. "Do you need the usual?" Logan asked.

Virgil nodded.

Logan closed the door behind him and walked over to the bookshelf, kneeling in front of it to peruse his collection. He hummed, feeling along the spines of the books before pulling a thin, red-covered hardback out. "Ah, here we are. Let's begin."

Virgil took his seat on Logan's desk, rocking a little where he sat and nibbling on his thumbnail. It must've been a particularly bad day for him if he was this unsettled. Logan pulled his desk chair out and sat, thumbing through the pages for the start of a particular fairy tale. "I don't believe I've read this one to you, but it should be of interest to you. It's called 'The Happy Prince' by Oscar Wilde," he explained.

"Yeah, yeah, sounds great, please just read it already," Virgil said quickly.

"Very well." Logan cleared his throat and began reading. "High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt. He was very much admired indeed."

As Logan told of the Prince and the Swallow so infatuated with a Reed, he made sure to occasionally glance up at Virgil to be sure he was calming. Though Virgil had yet to ever stay in a state of heightened anxiety when Logan read to him, he didn't want this time to be the first. Sure enough, Virgil had slowly but surely relaxed as the story wound on.

"'Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,' said the Prince, 'will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty and the mother so sad.'

"'I don't think I like boys,' answered the Swallow. 'Last--'"

"Can't relate," interrupted Virgil.

Logan just smiled and said, "Nor can I. Now let me finish. 'Last summer, when I was staying on the river, there were two rude boys, the miller's sons, who were always throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect.

"But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. ‘It is very cold here,’ he said; ‘but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger.’"

Logan told of the good deeds the Prince sent the Swallow to do. His selflessness led him to have the bird pluck every last bit of finery off of him and give them to the needy people of the town. The bird's love of the Prince kept him there through the cold winter to tell the blinded Prince about his travels, even when the Prince wished him to go to Egypt with the other swallows.

"The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker's door when the baker was not looking and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings.

"But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to the Prince's shoulder once more. 'Good-bye, dear Prince!' he murmured, 'will you let me kiss your hand?'"

"'I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow,' said the Prince, 'you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you.'

"'It is not to Egypt that I am going,' said the Swallow. 'I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?'

"And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet."

"Wait wait wait. You're telling me the bird fell in love with the statue of the Prince? And now that he confessed, he just ... dies?" Virgil said, a little outraged.

"I suppose tropes like this must come from somewhere, even with such esteemed authors as Oscar Wilde," Logan replied. "But the story isn't over yet."

Logan went on to tell about how the Prince's leaden heart split in two when the Swallow expired. He told of the statue's destruction because it wasn't shiny and golden anymore, and the greediness of the town council.

"'What a strange thing!' said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. 'This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away.' So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.

"'Bring me the two most precious things in the city,' said God, 'for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me.'" Logan closed the book and looked up at Virgil in earnest, whose mouth was agape. "Well, Virgil?"

Virgil closed his mouth and shook his head with a lopsided grin. He climbed down from the desk and gently kissed Logan, cradling his face in his hands. "It was perfect, L, just what I needed," he said.

Logan didn't need a mirror to know that his whole face was red. He gave a little nervous cough. "Y-you're quite welcome, I was glad to do it," he nervously said.

Virgil just smiled. "So, does that make me the bird or the Prince?"