#crossposting for my beloved

[allyriadayne]

some thoughts about jace during the dace and his relationship to kingship and rhaenyra⁓

rhaenys dies in rook's rest and corlys is angry because it should've been rhaenyra. Jace must take the reins if they want to win. Rhaenyra must wake so he takes care of his siblings, her weakest points, so he sends them far and wide so she will not fear for their life. except..... it'll be jace next. he didn't think of himself.

and in the next part: "Prince Jacaerys soon brought the Lord of the Tides back into the fold by naming him the Hand of the Queen" Jace said, let's get this bitch on the road!! but it's soo indicative of what were jace's priorities and there being some kind of friction or at least disappointment in his dynamic with rhaenyra that she's not doing what he thinks she must.

jace's list: 1) bring corlys back as hand 2) plan the rest of the war 3) bring rhaenyra back 4) win war? 5) ?????? 6) ?????? 7) mourn luke after (or never).

"syrax" crrrazy because Jace is really counting on rhaenyra to be A Queen. he's fighting tooth and nail for her to get back to the realm of the living. he won't ever give up on her! it's really so sad.

like imagine the great strain jace is put in because he must compensate for rhaenyra's absence. appeasing corlys, comfort his siblings for being separated so soon after Luke's death, the war, being a good son and heir. and also, to be the most senior available dragonrider on the island, their only line of defense!! he was fifteen!! coming up with the dragonseeds plan must have been such a relief.

[sigwa]

ad astra abyssosque

[starrystevie]

“i must have been real sweet on you,” eddie murmurs as he runs his fingers over his husband’s cheek, sleepy and sated, warm in their bed. 

steve chuckles, twisting his head to catch the tips of eddie’s fingers with a kiss. “why are you talking past tense? you’re not sweet on me now?”

the room is peacefully still. years of baby monitors are long gone only to inevitably give way to their daughter’s teenage years of slamming doors and too loud stereo speakers. but in this moment, with the pale moonlight streaming in through the windows and crickets chirping in the distance, the room is peaceful, thick with love. 

“quit your pouting, ‘course i’m sweet on you now.” eddie wipes away steve’s fake frown with a kiss, turning it into a sticky sweet grin. “it’s just something my mom used to tell me. that freckles are all the places your soulmate in a past life kissed you.”

eddie pushes steve back so he’s laying flat on the mattress and dips his head to press featherlight kisses on the side of his neck. across his shoulders. over his cheeks. his fingertips flutter over the spots afterwards, leaving goosebumps in their wake despite the heat radiating between them. 

“must have loved you a whole lot in our last lives to leave so many on you now,” eddie whispers, pulling back to stroke the back of his hand over steve’s face once more, letting his lips curl up in a dopey half smile that only steve ever gets to see. 

it doesn’t take long for steve to tilt his head up and press kisses of his own where he can; under eddie’s eye, the bottom of his chin, right over his heart. it doesn’t take long for eddie to giggle as his sensitive spots are found and attacked with ticklish kisses and fluttering eyelashes. it doesn’t take long for their legs to tangle together underneath the sheets and their breaths to get caught in their chests and their hearts to start beating a beautiful melody of their own making. 

steve lays a firm kiss to the side of eddie’s chest, over jagged white scarring and half bitten away tattoos. over memories that somehow don’t haunt them as much anymore. 

“what was that one for?” eddie asks, eyes half lidded, the adoration in his voice loud across the quiet room. 

another kiss on another scar. “wanna give you some freckles. for your next life and for this one, too. so you know just how sweet on you I am-” kiss, “ -and was-” kiss, “- and forever will be.”

they won’t know for however many more years if it worked or not. but here in this lifetime, they have all the time in the world to try their damndest to make sure it does. in this lifetime, they don’t have to worry, because they know they’ll  find each other in the next one. 

[garmrheim]

Edwardian fencer Crowley drawn based off that portrait of "Anna Held's Fencing Girl" from 1901.

was meant to be a fun warmup that got away so i slapped some texture on it to make it a bit more gritty.

❤️🤺

[xlillyle]

SKK relationship reveal but it's because Dazai wants to prank the agency and give Kunikida a stroke by announcing his relationship with one Nakahara Chuuya. Just that... no one is shocked or surprised and says "Oh yeah, we knew. Congrats" and Dazai goes "wdym you knew???"

Dazai, gleefully giggling: Kunikida-kun~ I have to tell you something~ Kunikida, not looking up from his laptop: What is it now Dazai. Dazai, grinning: I thought I should tell you that I'm in a relationship with Nakahara Chuuya, you know, the Port Mafia Executive~ Kunikida, readjusting his glasses and looking up with a serious face: Thank you for trusting me with this information, Dazai. I'm happy for you. Kunikida, looking back to his laptop: ... I already knew though. Now get back to work. Dazai: ?????

Dazai is like "ITS A PRANK!!! HAPPY APRIL FOO- wait NO???? that was NOT HOW THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO GO WE ARENT ACTUALLY DATING" and the ADA goes "uh huh. sure."

[winchester101]

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zosanlu polycule ship meme because luffy&sanji is unmatched, luffy&zoro is excellence and sanji&zoro is just good and spicy

[nightvi3w]

scent.

feat. uni classmate!choso kamo x afab!reader. wc. 3.1k cw. mdni. includes dry humping, whiny loser choso, reader is a menace. not proofread because i can't stand this being a wip anymore. any and every interaction is much appreciated. ✨️

classmate!choso, who's always been your closest friend, even though he acts as if you annoy him just by smiling in his direction.

classmate!choso, who's the kindest soul you've ever met, sharing his warmth when it's cold by letting you wrap around his body, in skinship that feels as natural as breathing.

classmate!choso, who sometimes gets riled up when you take your skinship just a tad bit too far, when your legs over his lap get too close to his crotch. or when your face is too close to his delightfully warm neck, your cold breath tickling him, and testing his patience.

classmate!choso, who just takes deep breaths when you jump into his arms, wrapping your own around his shoulders. sometimes, your neediness was adorable. sometimes, it got on his nerves. did you understand what your actions provoked in him?

classmate!choso, who just lets you plan study sessions and movie afternoons with other of your close friends, playing hard to get, even though he fights the smile that creeps its way into his lips when you pout and grab his arm, trying to get him to surrender.

classmate!choso, who has to let his room be raided by a bunch of rowdy kids who don't want to study, but rather spend time laying around in the floor, in front of the TV, watching some god-forsaken anime.

classmate!choso, whose heart skips a beat when you're sitting on the sofa, and he's sitting on the floor, and you suddenly pet his hair, combing through his unkempt locks.

classmate!choso, who coughs in surprise when you relinquish your seat to sit by his side on the floor, warming up by his side, under the same blanket. and his right hand can't help but look for yours under the cover. and he's sweating bullets, his ears ring once he finds your soft left hand resting over your legs. and he grabs it. and you let him. and now, you're the one going crazy with that simple, hidden touch.

classmate!choso, who ends up paired up with you and another classmate for a group essay due next week. you want to get it over with, so you tell him to work on it during the weekend. you'll drop by his, and so should your classmate. however, it ends up just being the two of you, alone.

classmate!choso, who wholeheartedly hopes for the other classmate to come by, and even convinces you to go out and wait for them outside for a while, since you have enough time to work on the essay that day. but your classmate doesn't come, and you have to go back to choso's to finish your duty.

classmate!choso, who lets you in first and watches your hips swaying more than usual. the god-forsaken jeans you're wearing make it hard for him to focus on the task at hand, but the eye candy is very much appreciated. he lets you sprawl out on the sofa while he takes a seat by his desk, ready on the keyboard to start the essay. you talk it out, going over the theory and the research with ease. choso was trying really hard to focus on it. you, on the other hand… no, you had something else in mind.

it was driving you mad, this situation. you were going crazy, you had to be. there was no other explanation for the quick beating of your heart, for your trembling breath, for the obnoxious, not-entirely-unknown throbbing between your legs. because it was being caused by the man on the computer, right there, in front of you. your best friend, the guy who was usually nothing more than a great buddy. usually, a word sparingly used to try to ignore the budding feeling at the back of your head. but today, that wasn't the issue, no. no, today, you must be out of your goddamned mind.

You felt like an animal, a predator. The way your gaze lingered on his nape, the way his hair softly flowed with the breeze coming through a nearby window, the way his fingers typed efficiently and certainly.

were you ovulating or something? was it just the pent-up sexual frustration getting to you? was it the pinnacle of your accumulated desire over time? you really couldn't tell, but today, there was just something about choso…

you could almost feel the precision of his fingers on the keyboard somewhere around on your body. what wouldn't you give for that to be real. you could almost smell his stuffy breaths, as he huffed in frustration while going through more articles. God, just imagining his labored breathing under you, his brows knitted, the grip of his strong hands on your skin, almost bruising, not hard enough still…

A call of your name brought you back to reality. That reality was your essay, your friend, your best friend at that, who was just dying to just finish it soon. You were awful. You had to be because there was no way you were behaving like an unfed, rabid dog over someone like that. you couldn't just act like that. not with him. not with your best friend. but then again, had he always seemed so utterly delicious? Was that even the right word?

You made your way towards him, bending over a bit by his side, taking a closer look at the screen, reading over your work for the past hour. You were making the biggest effort to actually care for your homework, but really? choso's scent was driving you up the wall. so musky, that natural perfume that always calmed you down and made you feel at home. so enticing, so damn rich. you had to be losing your mind. You forced his body away with your own, making him share part of his seat with you, so you could actually read and contribute to your shared homework. While sharing a seat like that wasn't out of the ordinary for you both, it made every single hair of choso's to stand on end, extremely aware of you, existing so close beside him. Nothing out of the ordinary, but still, there was just something about that day and the way your hands lingered too close to his, the way your warmth was seeping into his side, the way your voice turned softer around the edges. You were absolutely driving him crazy. Unbeknownst to him, you were on a similar wavelength. Oh, the woes of young lust.

"That wasn't properly cited," your voice interrupted him for the eleventh time in the span of five minutes. If your voice wasn't as sweet, Choso would've lost his mind ages ago. "Prof is an ass when it comes to APA shit. Leave that to me, I'll do it later when I get home." It wasn't that it would take you too much time to correct it then and there, but you felt too lazy to stretch your arms out into the keyboard when you were so cozy by Choso's side, almost melting, wrapping yourself around him like an ivy as much as humanly possible. Again, nothing out of the ordinary, if it weren't for the wild strumming of your heart. You could swear that he could hear it. Could he? Was he just ignoring it to save you the embarrassment? You never knew with him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, right. I could just…" His fingers were working overtime, typing in record time while deleting the letters in the incorrect order, only to write them incorrectly again. What was wrong with him today? Couldn't he behave as nonchalant as he usually was? Where was all this flustered shit coming from?

"What is it with you today, Cho?" Velvety, warm whispers hit his neck. Tender, thrilling teasing reached his ears as he could feel your nose making its way through the side of his neck. "Can't focus or what?" Oh, you cheeky little thing. You were going to be the death of him. Choso cleared his throat while trying to make some distance from you, but you could notice the reddened tips of his ears, how the blush took over the apple of his cheeks. Oh, he had to try harder. You both usually were quick to draw a line between you two, whenever one of you was just too much for the other. He wasn't this time. You were getting to him, but he wasn't fighting you.

"N-no, n-not at all. C'mon, this is going to take ages. I don't need to focus, I just need you to sit still for a minute."

"I am, though."

"No, you're not. Be nice."

Oh, but you were being so nice. So, so nice. It was him not playing nice. You could see him growing jumpier by the second, swalling his spit with difficulty, trying to relax his hands every once in a while. Oh, you had gotten under his skin, most definitely. You decided to not be an asshole and actually listen to him. Carefully, you rested your head on his shoulder, watching the screen with a bored expression.

"I don't think we'll get this done by today."

"Do you doubt our abilities, woman?"

"It's just so boring. I hate citing obvious stuff. It's like finding sources to support you saying water is wet."

"Actually, water is…"

"God, don't be obtuse. You know what I mean."

"Me? Obtuse?"

Of course Choso wouldn't consider himself to be obtuse on purpose. Him not getting any innuendos or signs from you or your friends had nothing to do with it, not at all. How could he, right? You rolled your eyes and took over the keyboard for a while, as you talked through some more essays and papers that would support your assignment. But no matter how much you tried to completely lock in, there was a small screaming voice at the back of your mind, yelling for attention like an absolute whore, urging you to do something, whatever, just so you could get him against you ASAP. You had to cross your legs tightly, which proved to be very difficult given your seating position, half a buttcheek in a small seat with Choso, who still couldn't get rid of the blush on his face. You both could be so much more comfortable if you both just weren't such cowards.

"My fingers are cramping up. Take over, man."

"You're being so whiny today." He could call you almost any similar adjective and you wouldn't take it to heart, because he was right. The whiny curl in your voice was difficult to supress entirely, but you hoped it was, at least, easy to blame on your boring schedule. "You should've just let me take over it a long time ago. Could've gone home to rest if you needed."

"My, so eager to please, baby. And miss the opportunity to watch you being such a good boy? Not a chance," your voice overly sweet as you caressed his chest, barely dragging your fingertips through his pecs. Your words had a certain jokey lilt to them, it was more than obvious, so you weren't expecting a grand reaction, maybe besides a scuff and a slight jab to your ribs. You giggled, not because it was hilarous, but because getting under Choso's skin was some sort of national sport for you, so you rested your head dangerously close to his neck, your breath ricocheting in warm puffs. Choso had to supress a whine, unable to understand whatever could be the outcome of this situation. You'd never been as forward as this afternoon and he was trying his best not to take advantage of it because, what if? What if he actually did? Was this only a joke for you?

Actually, you didn't have much to work on now. Your parts of the essay had been awful to write, but the draft was mostly done, you had a bunch of references, and you were just missing your classmate's part. So, actually… What were you even doing still seated so close? Your nose insisting against his skin, inhaling his scent, drawing incoherent shapes against his delicate skin, while Choso debated still on what to do. Could he go for it? Was this a sign from you to take his chance? You were never going to be as close and as alone as you were today, mainly due to his own doing. How many times had he rejected your company, scared of what the outcome could be? It wasn't like you were going to do something he didn't wholeheartedly want. You wouldn't force your way into his arms because he always prepared to receive you, despite his humurous scowl.

So he took a leap of faith. He looked for your eyes, finding your faces merely milimeters away. Your breath went straight to his crotch. What had he been so scared of before? Choso closed the distance, forcely crushing his lips against yours in an insisting, passionate kiss that was so out of character for him, as well as the whine that he tried so hard not to let go of. God, you were so, so sweet, so warm, so damn hot against him. Your mouth fit perfectly against his, your lips receiving him with an eagerness he couldn't really register. It was you, your heat, your perfume, your softness. You were wrapping yourself around him minutes ago, but you were totally wrapped around his mind. He couldn't fathom anything better than this.

That was until a moan escaped your rosy, puffy lips, as you gasped for air, not letting go of him. Your arms were quickly around his shoulders, your hands in his locks, like he was tying you down to Earth. You had underestimated your need for his touch. Choso could lose it any second, as his arms slowly and surely wrapped around your torso. It wasn't enough, you still felt so far away…

But you shared his wavelength. You uncrossed your legs, and keeping one of your hands securely grabbing his thigh, you got up and sat on his lap, straddling him without a second thought. He short circuited and you couldn't hold a single thought in your mind if it hadn't had anything to do with feeling more of Choso. That's why, as soon as you straddled him, you moaned into his mouth.

"Are you sure?" He almost whimpered. Who was being whiny again?

"Mhm," you cut to the chase as you went back to full-on eating his face. This was it, this was what you needed. You needed to feel him everywhere around you, your lips crashing, his hands grabbing onto you like you were going to disapear, his legs slightly trembling as his crotch reacted to your weight on top of him. Even through your jeans, you could feel him, and you were just reeling. But still, a chant of more, more, more took over you. As you slowly angled your hips to grind yourself on Choso, you guided one of his hand towards your ass. Choso broke the kiss, stunned, a deer in headlights.

"B-but…"

"Yes, that's what it is."

The joke didn't land as he watched you as if you were dumb. Tough crowd.

"Are you sure of all this? I mean, we…" He couldn't really help it. Holding hands in the dark wasn't even near in the scale of things that were going on at the moment.

"Do you want it? This, I mean?" You asked surely, slightly backing off to give him space. While this caused some delicious friction that got to his head quickly, he closed his eyes to focus on what you really meant.

"Yes, I do. I want this." Oh, his whimpering voice. Seriously, he had to be doing it on purpose.

"I want it too. I wouldn't be here," another drag of your salacious hips for emphasis, "if I didn't want to. So…"

"Please." He pleaded, trying to place his wrists into your palms, desperate, a glint of despair in his eyes, like if you didn't comply, he'd fall into pieces right then and there. Such a power trip, it went straight to your head, bathing your body in the most intense, warm apetite. You needed more of this.

"Of course, baby."

Laboured breathing, the wet sounds of biting, desperate kisses. You could've swore this came straight from the fantasies you'd have time to time, when times were desperate and he looked just too good to be true. Too good to stay just as your best friend and confidant. But a best friend shouldn't be drowning in your mouth, shouldn't be grabbing at your hips to move you faster over his lap, squeezing your flesh through your jeans. A best friend shouldn't be quietly moaning with eyes squeezed shut, desperate for more of you, obsessed with your taste, your scent, the feel of your body, so right against his. And the more you moved on top of him, the closer and clearer your need became. You were going to cum from rubbing yourself on him. Like a crazed, touch-starved teen. Which you technically were, but that didn't mean a humiliating feel spread through your chest, as Choso began bucking up his hips into you. And that did it. One second later, you were a throbbing, mewling mess on his lap, kissing his neck with reverence and desperation, riding out a high you didn't know it'd be as strong. All from dry humping. Now, you were the blushing wreck, as you hid your face from him.

"You okay?" He asked in a rugged, hushed voice as he left slow, determined caresses on your hips and back, keeping you still and flush against him. God help you, he'd be your death.

"Peachy." The humoristic reply didn't really go with the needy, out of breath tone that left your trembling lips. You gulped. Riling him up was a fun past time, something that had become a second nature to your weird, convoluted relationship. But you hadn't stopped to think just how much that actually was affecting you just as much. As if teasing him didn't make your heart grow warmer at the thought of him. As if seeing your best friend all blushed and unfocused didn't make you hold your breath.

"…wanna move to the bed?"

His follow-up question made you freeze. You slowly peeled away from his embrace, just to take one look at his face, now wondering if he was up to mess with you like that. But the only thing you could see in his hazel eyes was molten desire, blown out pupils. A half-lidded gaze you never thought would be directed at you. And you loved it. You gave him one small nod before he took you in his arms once again. As always, you wouldn't force your way into his hold because he always prepared to receive you.

[sonicdjam]

[koteseeker]

in this economy i turn to my beloved commander cody

[lavenderstobins]

she looks like a scrappy mechanic who calls you “babe” and huffs out a laugh when you admit you don’t even know how to pop your hood. she strips off her jacket and tosses it in your direction, playfully nudging your jaw with her knuckles and asking you to “keep it safe for her”

[ghostly-penumbra]

Father and Sons

Ao3 FFN

Summary: Clockwork is Danny's loving, adoptive grandpa. Time is the Endless' neglectful father. They are one and the same.

Chapter One: First Meeting

- - -

Dream of the Endless stepped into his father's realm and found himself alone. Neither Dream of the Cats nor Hope Beautiful Lost Nebula had come with him. This wouldn't affect him, he would carry on.

He walked down the sprawling garden and stumbled then upon a young boy wearing his father's sygil in a purple cloak, not unlike one his father might use when seen by humans.

The boy stopped dead in his tracks when he saw him, the tilted watering can still spilling its content with no end in sight.

"Uh… hello?" He asked tentatively, the can still tipped. "May I help y—?"

"Who are you?" Dream asked bluntly, straightforward, looking at this child whose identity and dreams were blurred to him, being from a different time period than him, and his father's realm not being a Soft Place nor Dream's jurisdiction.

"Oh! That's- I'm… not supposed to just give my name to strangers." He trailed off, and finally straightened the watering can. "I'll… go get my grandpa." He turned and flew away, giving the perplexed Lord Shaper one last look before vanishing from sight.

"Dream." His father's voice had him turn around and there he was, shifting in shape through ages.

A toddler, a child, an old man, a younger man, if time could truly be described as a man, but always, invariably, with a jagged scar going across his eye.

Next to him stood the boy, looking between father and son with green eyes full of human curiosity, but ultimately leaning towards Dream's father with ease.

"What do you want?" His father asked as his beard vanished to give way to a toddler's impassive face. "You only come here if you want something."

"Can't a son see his father with no motive other than to wish him well?" He asked instead of answering.

This was unscripted. As it often did with his father, being in his presence was to step in loops and whorls of someone else's design, leaving Dream wrong-footed, regardless of where he stepped.

But for that same reason a strange child trailing after his father and referring to him as 'his grandpa' would not deter him from what he had come here for.

It did make him wonder, though…

"Of course you can," Father Time was saying, "but you never do. If any of you or your siblings visit is because you need my help."

"Siblings?! How many children do you have?" The boy almost shouted in what he seemed to believe was a whisper.

Dream turned his gaze upon him, the intense cosmos in his eyes having him shrink, abashedly, behind his father's figure once again.

Dream's father closed his eyes for one second – or a dozen. Or a year, or seventy, or a century – and then opened them again and turned his head towards his companion. "Seven." Was all he said.

"Damn!"

And against anything Dream would have thought, his father smiled, small but genuine. Fond.

"As you well know, I am older than dust."

They were making their way through the garden, where some plants grew and flourished or perished or even returned to seeds as Time approached them, and his father picked two apples, one of which he handed to the boy – who was now floating after Father Time –, and the other he offered to Dream.

"I'm not hungry."

"You will be."

Dream disregarded his father's remark and ignored the proffered fruit, even as the boy happily bit into his own.

"I wasn't travelling alone." Dream said. "Why am I the only one here?"

"You were planning on bringing your friends, uninvited, to my domain, son?" His father asked, his youthful face at odds with the rotting fruit in his hands.

"Not friends, no. A cat, who is also me. And a girl."

His father held a hand to his forehead and sighed, before looking back up at Dream whilst he handed the fresh apple to… his grandson.

"What do you want, Dream?"

"Help me, father. Help me."

- - -

[Chapter Two]

[kanamycine]

a ‹ wish ›, a promise.

we saved the world. would that you were there to see it.

[nostalgiachan]

Uh-oh, sisters, we're really in it now

[iwriterobots]

As Magic the Gathering's #1 Robot Kisser, I'd just like to say: I don't like the "robot" subtype in magic's un-sets and universes beyond. It homogenizes robot creatures when the flavor of all different types of robots is infinitely more creative world building.

Each of these creatures are all the more intriguing and interesting for being a phyrexian, myr, dreadnought, or construct as opposed to just "robot".

[rosencrantzsguildenstern]

i didnt use twit until like 4 months ago so its wild to me that fandom people on there r actually terrified of their own morals and decisions when it comes to how they engage with fictional media

[dogueteeth-fhr]

sargasso sea

Mature | M x M | Contains Non-Explicit NSFW | TWs: Mentioned/Implied Past SA

FHR Fandom | Not Sidestep-Centric | companion piece to "palos verdes blue" | ~7k words | Oneshot

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