#do not tag as shipping or i will gut u

[orcelito]

Ok do blocked tags not show up in the recent section of following tags as much???? Bc here I am thinking plantcest is rare on tumblr in comparison to twitter, but then I happen upon a post in the trending tab of the tag & then go to the blog to block them (as I do). And then I end up finding post after post after post of plantcest, so hey Free Blocklist. I must've blocked like 10 blogs man and some of them were artists whose work I recognized. Literally How did I miss all this shit?

[sinshckled]

Yeah, I hate you Though you left, even for a day, I haven’t forgotten you To be honest, I miss you, but I’ll erase you now Because doing so hurts me less than resenting you

-   -  - – BTS, Spring Day ( 2017 ) translation : doolset lyrics

[tamayakii]

Fathers Love

notes: honestly i went in so hard without a plan this kinda fell through so I'm so sorry if it sucked, i wrote this in like, an hour with no beta reader or breaks. Sorry homies, this is all u get until i get more inspo <3 tags: @inuyasha330 warnings: angst, daddy daughter angsty, the way i was tempted to make this emotionally incesty but i DIDNT- thank me for that. anyways, dives over the pier.

The atmosphere felt thick around you, sitting in an unfamiliar environment. Your only comfort was your older brother but even then he felt distant, you saw the stars of the galaxy and more; you saw things that amazed you. 

“So this is what I missed out on?” whispering to him, when you had gotten your powers he had offered you a trip through the stars but you had rejected it; terrified of the powers granted to you through your DNA. 

Days before the incident in Chicago, your father had forced you to get a superhero suit when he found out that you too were blessed with the viltrumite powers, promising that he too would train you as he did Mark but; that no matter what you were still his little girl. 

You were always his little girl, when you came into this world Nolan had shed the first tears he ever would shed; he was so fearsomely protective of you. Never letting you go out alone, finally seeing the purpose of the backpack leashes marketed towards parents, always always kept you close to him. Growing up he was your hero, he was your everything. 

Now the suit feels uncomfortably tight with the memory of his words when he saw it on you for the first time, “just like me” he said, back then it was a compliment but now it was your fear.

“Yeah.. it’s amazing. Isn’t it?” Mark replied in turn, looking at you. There’s a pause before he puts his hand on your shoulder, “it’s gonna be okay.” he answers, you want to believe him. You wanted to but your gut told you otherwise but you stifled it. “I hope so.” 

The rest of the flight passed by quickly, with sleeping and eating orange-coloured goo there wasn’t much else to do besides daydream. After a while; all the stars looked the same, passing you by like blurs. 

You wondered about where your father went, leaving Chicago a mess, beating your brother to near death- Leaving the world without a word to you or your mother. How many stars away was he? You were left no time to wonder before Nuolzot announced your arrival, waking your brother up. 

The skies were pink turning into blue, and purple buildings and large arches decorated the sandy planet. The spaceship hummed as it slowly landed, a horde of blue bug people awaited your arrival. 

Cautiously you followed Mark, so close that you were practically his shadow. While he stared in wonderment, you looked for the meteor showers that were supposedly destroying the planet, but there was no sign of them. Only clear skies, no orange fiery balls of death. You held onto Mark's forearm, your gut twisting as Nuolzot took you further from the ship. 

“Wait, what exactly about this planet needs saving? Where are the meteors?” Mark questions, you let out a small breath. So he noticed too, you stared at the alien from behind Mark. Face twisting when he answers, forgetting about his own planet's demise that he had cried out about in your backyard before finding your brother at college.

Mark stopped, “The ones that kill billions?” He questions slowly. Stepping in a way that covered you from Nuolzot, as if he was gonna attack as an answer to Mark. But only to leave you two in confusion about his answer, 

“The Monarch will explain all.” You begin to wonder who the Monarch was, what it was. Was there no one else to help this planet? Why come all this way when there must be nearby planets that could help? 

“Your Majesty!!” The alien calls out, pulling you out of your thoughts, “May I present, Invincible and His sibling, Of Earth!” You and Mark stammer before bowing, figuring it was the most respectful thing to do. 

“Hello, Kids.” Shock runs through you like a viper, making your heart drop and your limbs go numb. “It’s been a while.” Your bottom lip quivers and you look up- Dad. There he is, tears fill your lash line as you rack your head for answers, 

“Dad?” Marks voice sounds like the wind, moving farther away. Your brows further, shaking your head as you watch Mark approach him. Memories of childhood and happiness flood through you like a dam broken, the love for your father washes over you before something else hits you. Anger, Despair, Sadness. 

It was like looking the devil in the eye, the same one that had killed thousands. Your fists clench as you step back, lowering your head as you gaze at him through your eyelashes. Body quivering with the amount of power it takes to not scream at him, to hit him, to ask him why he ruined everything. 

And Mark hugs him. He fucking hugs him. It’s like a knife in your heart, biting your lip so hard you taste the iron in your blood. The longer their embrace goes, the longer your heart squeezes. Emotions wrap around you like an old friend amidst the eye of a hurricane, words become distant as you remember all of the pain he put you through, put your mother. Your brother. 

You’re brought back to reality when Marks hand touches your shoulder, Nolans eyes catching yours making you flinch from his gaze. “Guess they don’t know you like we do… Fuck you.” Thats the last word your brother says before he takes off, for a few seconds you look back at him. The man that is your father, he goes to reach out; mouth opening and you take off just like Mark. Catching up to him, tears being blown away by the harsh oncoming wind.

But despite all that, he catches up to you; “you’ll never make it home on your own!” You speed up, leaving Mark and Nolan behind. You wanted your silence to hurt him, to cut him deeper than he cut you but it wasn’t possible because he made a hole in your heart. 

Mark catches back up to you and Nolan follows again, bargaining with Mark. Promising a ship back home, that Nuolzot wasn’t lying. That they do need help. You let out a yell of frustration; can’t they leave you alone? If you had to fly back to earth on your own you will.

You keep flying, even when Mark doesn’t follow anymore. You keep going until you feel your body adjust to the lack of oxygen, till your tears float in the endless void of space.

“Wait! Wait up!” You stop at your brother's voice, lips quivering. “Please. Wait.”

“Look.. just five minutes-” He bargains “What?! No! Absolutely not! I- No! Are you insane?!” You push him away, but he floats back, angering you more. He grabs your forearms, 

“Just five minutes is all. Is there is actual trouble; then we’ll help them out. If not, we can leave. It’s just five minutes.” Mark explains, his dark eyes are wide and begging. 

“..fine. But i’m not saying anything to him.” Mark nodded, before pressing his forehead against yours. “That’s okay,” he answers gently before flying with you beside him. 

“Five minutes.” Mark orders, Nolan looks at you but you don’t look at him,

 “don’t you wanna say anything to me?” Nolan asks- arms out in defeat. He expected this, expected hatred, expected yelling or anything. Anything but silence. He hated silence. Especially from his little girl, that hurt him the most.  Both you and Mark flew down to the civilization in response, following Nolan through the building. Mark and him made small talk- more like argued. 

You spaced out, trying to bide back the pain that holds you tight, you look up to see another bug alien approach your father and kiss him. Your mouth flies open; Words are exchanged but they’re tuned out. 

Seconds feel like hours, Nolan walks to a crib and realisation hits you hard. You feel sick, he made a new family. You’ve been replaced. You’re not his little girl anymore, you were nothing to him. Bile rises through your throat, 

“I’m gonna be sick” You shout, turning and sprinting out the door to barf into a potted plant, Mark storms out afterwards and Nolan goes chasing, his bug mate as well. “Oh dear- are you okay?” She asks, holding the baby in one arm and the other rubbing your back. You feel bad, normally you would be thankful for any pity when you barf but now her touch makes you wanna scream. Shrugging her off, you sneer at her before storming off as well. 

You see your father and brother, rage making you see red. “What I did on Earth was..” Your fist connects with Nolans jaw as he speaks but it only makes him stumble a bit. 

“Fuck you! Just fuck you!! You get to come to earth and make a family- make us love you as if you loved us and then you fuck off to make a new one!?” You cry out, your voice breaking from the strain on your vocal cords. Nolan rubs his jaw, his eyes hold anything but anger, but youre blind to it. 

“Please... It’s not what you think.” He pleads, holding his hands out. You slap them away and push him, 

“You put me into this fucked up world! You promised me you’d never leave me and look what you did! You left me! You almost killed Mark! Mom cries every night and i don’t know what to do with myself!” You hit his chest, “you said i was your little girl but you left and made a new family like we were nothing! Well fuck you!” You hit his chest over and over again, to no avail. 

“Please. Listen.” He grabs your wrists, “You have to listen. You and your brother need to help these people; if not, viltrumite will kill them. They already know i left my post.” Tears roll down your cheeks,  and you lean your head back and thrust into his nose. 

“Post!? We were just some fucking post to you!? Why do you care about them? Why not us? What about me!?” Headbutting him made no difference, you struggle in his grip. The sight of his babygirl crying broke him; he was supposed to protect you and all he did was hurt you.

“Look i.. I needed you and your brothers' help. They’re good people. We need to save them” 

“What about me dad? What about me? Where were you when i needed saving?” your words fall more gently, and you press your forehead on his chest. You wanted to be his little girl again; giggling in his arms as he swung you around.

“I promise, we can talk about all of this soon. But you have to help me save these people.” 

And like the little girl who did anything for her daddy's approval, you caved. You hung onto that promise, not realizing that he wouldn’t be able to keep it but for now, it comforted you, warm like your father's love.

[savventeen]

you say the stupidest (sweetest) things

pairing: seungkwan x gn!reader rating: 16+ (for swearing) wc: 4.5k prompt: seungkwan + "things you said at 1am" summary: you say stupid shit on the best of days, so when seungkwan comes over when you're having a bad bout of insomnia, the last thing he expects to hear from you is an accidental love confession warnings: insomnia, mental health issues, dissociation mention tags: fluff, friends to lovers, first kiss, reader is a little unhinged but who isn't tbh, they're also highkey allergic to genuine expressions of love/affection but they're working on it, banter, stimming, wrestling like children to try and work through emotions, reader is some flavor of lgbt+ (they make an "i've never done anything straight in my life" joke), reader's pov is dramatic bc they're dramatic oops a/n: this is for @dokyeomin as a part of my emergency commissions (check out the post here) and this was only supposed to be 1k but it 100% got away from me... i hope you still enjoy the fluff and all of the attached nonsense <3

From: Y/n 🔪 [11:47pm]

yo kwannie if i impulsively decide to go to the 24h convenience store how harshly do u think they'll jusdge me for buying every flavor of gummy candy available *judge i wanna see if i can melt them down into one Ultimate Gummy u know for Science

Seungkwan pauses brushing his teeth and stares down at your messages.

To be fair, it's probably not the strangest thing you've ever texted him. He's known you since your second year of college, after all, so he has about half a decade of experience with all of your various y/n-isms under his belt now.

Which is how he knows to trust his gut when it tells him that this probably isn't your usual brand of nonsense.

He spits the toothpaste into the sink and dials your number. You answer on the second ring.

“Before you say anything,” you start, “I was only half-serious about the gummies thing. Like, it's a fun idea, you know? In theory. But in actuality? I do not want to deal with the mess that it would create. Or the smells. Well, the smells might actually be pretty good depending on—“

“Uh-huh,” he interrupts dryly. “Y/n, when's the last time you slept?”

The beat of silence that follows is enough to confirm his suspicions, and the hesitant “Um” that follows is just the icing on the cake, really.

He sighs. “The fact that you have to think about it says enough.”

“I don’t need to think about it,” you argue petulantly. “I just… don’t wanna tell you.”

“Y/n...” he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Look, I know, I'm sorry.” And you do sound a little bit sorry, at least. “I'm just. Having an episode. Don't worry about it.”

His shoulders droop as the words sink in. “Episodes” are what you've taken to calling your intermittent bouts of serious insomnia.

Generally speaking, you sleep about as well as the average twenty-something with a caffeine addiction. But every few months or so, it's like your brain completely forgets how to shut off and you end up staying awake for 40+ hours straight.

“Well,” he says, putting his toothbrush away and going back to his bedroom. “You know that ship has sailed, right? You know I'm gonna worry about it.”

Your deep sigh crackles over the line. “Yeah, I know.”

“So. Where're we at this time?”

He mentally braces himself. The two of you have done this enough times now that he knows that you know there's no point in trying to lie or beat around the bush.

“Uhhhhhhh, I'll be hitting the 46-hour mark in about 20 minutes.”

“Aish.”

The fact that you can say that so casually makes his heart hurt. He knows that whenever he doesn't get enough sleep, he makes sure everyone knows it and thus babies him accordingly. But you've always been so intent on hiding anything and everything you struggle with. It's taken years for him to bully himself past the walls you keep hidden behind shit-eating grins and an over-willingness to help.

“Okay,” he says, moving to the dresser to grab an extra set of clothes. “I'll be over in an hour.”

“Wait. What?”

“You heard me.” He tosses the clothes onto his bed before going to grab one of his duffle bags, firmly asserting, “You've got an hour to mentally prepare yourself for my arrival.”

“Honey, you've got a big storm comin',” you quote at him without hesitating.

“You sure do,” he assures with a snort. “Better get ready to feel the wrath of my friendship.”

“Why do you have to love so aggressively?”

He rolls his eyes while he throws his clothes into the duffle bag with one hand. “Because it's the only way you'll accept it, idiot.”

“No, it isn't.”

Your pout is so audible through the phone that Seungkwan has to stop and glance at the screen in disbelief.

“Y/n. Y/n L/n. Do not stand there and lie to my face like that.”

“I'm not lying!”

“Not—” He gesticulates wildly with one hand like he's going Can you believe this shit? to an invisible TV audience. “Okay, tell me this: what did you do the last time I sincerely monologued at you about how much you mean to me as a friend, hmm? No bits, no bullshit, just me telling you how much I love you and how amazing you are.”

A beat. “I'll hang up on you, Kwannie, don't test me.”

He barely resists the urge to shove his face into the bedspread and scream. “You're literally proving my point right now!”

“Kwannieeee,” you whine, because you know he's right.

“Also, because I'm never letting you live it down, I will remind you exactly what you did."

You say his name again, but it's muffled, and he assumes it's because you're hiding your face in shame.

“I gave you a sincere, heartfelt speech about how much your friendship has changed my life for the better and made me become a better person—” he ignores your wordless pterodactyl screech, “—and how do you respond? By staring at me like a deer caught in the headlights, slowly raising your arms to give me double finger guns, winking, and then slowly backing out of the room like an awkward mannequin!”

“...”

“Well?” He puts his free hand on his hip. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“… I’ve changed a lot since then.”

Seungkwan rolls his eyes before moving to continue packing his overnight bag. “It was literally three months ago.”

“Yeah, and? Doesn't change the fact that I've changed,” you assert.

“Into even more of a nuisance? Yes, you're absolutely right.” He smiles when he hears you scoff playfully.

“Listen here, Boo Seungkwan. You know that well-rested Y/n is ready to throw down with you at a moment's notice. What do you think sleep-deprived, zero-impulse-control Y/n is going to do the second you get to their front door?”

“Stop referring to themself in the third person, hopefully,” he mutters, finally zipping up his bag and heading to the door. “And then after that, they're going to let me bully them into resting.”

“Hmm. The council has heard your proposal, briefly pondered it, and deemed it “unnecessary” on the basis of: they're a bad bitch that can't be stopped by neither time nor physics nor any god of your choosing.”

Seungkwan scoffs as he puts the call on speaker and sits to put on his sneakers. “Well, “the council” can go fuck right off.”

“What if the council would like to fuck right on?”

Pausing in the middle of tying his laces, he blinks down at his phone. “I'm— what?”

“Okay, real talk, what do you think it would mean in this case? Like, would this be like a 'hop on' versus 'hop off' situation? Or more like an 'I'm down for this' versus 'I'm up for this' kinda situation? Because it would have very different outcomes depending.”

Seungkwan decides that this is a debate better left for another time. “I think it means that I'm going to be at your house soon and that if you're not in your pajamas with hot Sleepy Time tea and the series Planet Earth ready to go, there will be consequences.”

“Booooooo, you whore.”

He finishes tying his laces and jabs his finger at the phone. “Consequences, Y/n.”

“Ugh, fine.”

“See you soon, love you, bye.” He hangs up before you can get another word in, but doesn't move from his seated position in the entryway.

Slowly, he takes a deep breath in and lets it out, taking a moment to lean back on his hands while he stares at the back of his front door. Specifically, at the large collage of sticky notes and pictures and doodles that have taken up residence there.

A few of the notes are ones he's gotten from other members of your shared friend group over the years (the one from Chan that reads "if u eat my rice i'll eat ur kneecaps xoxo" hangs proudly in the center, right next to a picture of him sleeping that Seungkwan managed to capture from an extremely unflattering angle). But most of them are from you.

Dumb puns, meme references, bullshit animal facts you made up just to get him to laugh… almost all of them are stupid in that extremely charming way that only you somehow manage to pull off.

But the one he's staring at now is almost completely hidden by other notes and pictures that have been added to the collage. It's a pale blue, the ink starting to fade a bit with time — the first note you ever gave him, back when you two were just people who happened to sit next to each other in an astronomy class.

Even though most of it is hidden, he doesn't need to be able to see all the tiny words you crammed into the small space to already know exactly what it says.

how do u make a space party? u planet :P u looked sad today, hope this makes u feel a little better also if this is 2 forward feel free 2 pretend i don't exist. or punt me in2 the sun idk u'd be doing me a favor tbh

He'd almost skipped class that day because of how bad he'd been feeling, but he'd decided to try and push through. And before that day, neither of you had interacted with more than a polite greeting and the occasional question about the homework.

But then you'd passed him that note, and he'd passed one back that said “that's dumb. but thank you” with a smiley face, and you'd passed another one back that said “do u think lizard people have ever been to space?” and the rest, they say, is history.

Seungkwan shakes his head with a sigh before standing up and grabbing his bag and his keys, striding determinedly out the door. He's got a best friend to take care of.

Seungkwan should be at your place soon, and you're not quite sure what to do in the meantime.

You have your laptop hooked up to the monitor in the living room with Planet Earth queued up, you have the kettle filled with water and ready to go on the stove, and you have mugs and teabags ready on the counter next to it.

The Required Tasks™️ have been completed as much as possible without the arrival of your best friend, and now all that's left to do is wait.

Which, normally, you're not the worst at. You're excellent at entertaining yourself, actually, mostly because there's always something to think about. Whether it be about cute dogs that you've seen over the past week (I wonder if the pomeranian down the street will let me pet him next time), potential plot twists for the new fantasy drama you're a little bit obsessed with (what if Gregothy was cursed the whole time???), or generic ponderings of the human existence as a whole (do souls have the metaphysical equivalent of a fingerprint?), you're pretty much always thinking about something.

Which is totally fine and dandy and cool or whatever when you have the ability to, you know, shut it off. For example, when you need to do something simple and necessary like, oh I don't know, go the fuck to sleep.

You also hate when that manic mental energy somehow translates into kinetic energy as well. It makes you feel like a hamster in a cage, watching yourself running and running and running on that stupid wheel until you exhaust yourself.

Tonight's metaphorical wheel: stimming like wild in the kitchen. Flapping, rocking, (gently) slapping, making weird and fun mouth sounds, the whole shebang.

And again, normally stimming is fun. Stimming is great. But stimming because you feel like if you don't stop moving you're going to literally vibrate out of your skin is, to put it lightly, Not It.

It takes you about ten minutes to work out all of the energy until you no longer feel like your blood was replaced with pop rocks.

With a groan, you lower yourself to the kitchen floor and lay down face first. Because despite how exhausted you feel in every possible way, there's still something like an itch in your conscious, a fucking pea underneath the miles of mattresses that refuse to let you just. Fucking. Sleep.

Your pity party must've lasted longer than you realized (or, more likely, you dissociated for a hot second there) because suddenly someone's knocking at your door at the same time you get a text from Seungkwan.

And you know it's a text from Seungkwan specifically because you got Vernon to help you change your notification settings so that whenever Seungkwan texts you, the "i love you.. bitch" sound clip plays instead of a normal text tone.

For a fraction of a second, you contemplate slowly inching your way to the door like an uncoordinated caterpillar, but you swat the thought aside like you’re swatting a gnat and you awkwardly roll to your feet and make your way to your front door.

Without hesitating, you unlock the door, swinging it open with a flourish and sticking a finger right in Seungkwan's face before he can utter a single syllable, forcing him to cross his eyes.

You open your mouth wide like you're going to say something, pause for a moment, then tap your pointed finger to his nose with a quiet "boop."

He blinks, expression turning deadpan, and sighs. "I should have expected this, honestly."

“Yep!”

You let him into your apartment, and he makes himself right at home, mildly bitching at you as he goes to get the tea ready, and something within you shifts.

The inside of your head is still a bit of a dumpster fire, unfortunately, but inside your chest... something clicks into place that you're not sure that you're ready to name. Whatever it is, though, it's soft and warm and kinda feels like your heart is being hugged.

Smiling to yourself, you follow him into the kitchen.

💤 💤 💤 💤 💤

It was pretty much straight to “business” after that, and it only takes Seungkwan one cup of tea and two episodes listening to David Attenborough's dulcet narrations for him to knock right out, leaning heavily against your shoulder on the couch.

Which means it's now the perfect time to sit there and Admire Your Bro™️.

It's rare to see him so still, you think. He's an active guy, in pretty much every sense of the word, and you always feel a little honored when you get to be witness to his quiet, vulnerable moments like this one.

He looks so serene, face smoothed out and painted in soft twirling shades of blue from the screen of the monitor, though you can't see too much of it from this angle. Mostly you just see his cheeks and stupidly adorable button nose.

And you've seen the same thing a million times before — in all kinds of states and expressions — and despite how much you've tried to ignore it, each and every time you've caught yourself noticing just how cute Seungkwan is, it's caused that thing in your heart to scrunch up, full of the L-word feeling that you've kept unnamed for what feels like forever now.

Except, maybe that thing in your heart is tired of scrunching up. Maybe it's decided that it's tired of forever.

Maybe that thing has finally decided to burrow itself out of the walls you've built up because you find yourself finally allowing yourself to think, Holy shit, I think I'm in love with you.

You don't realize that Seungkwan has completely stilled against you, but you certainly notice when he suddenly throws himself forward so he can turn around and stare at you incredulously. Only he overshoots a little bit and ends up falling off the couch with a squawk and a dramatic flail.

"Oh my god, Kwannie are you okay?!"

He stares at you from where he fell, wide-eyed like you've grown a second head or like the time you'd tried to convince him that birds weren't real and actually just a government conspiracy.

"Am— am I okay? No??"

Now it's your turn to move off of the couch, coming down to his level to see if maybe he hurt himself when he fell. "Fuck, okay, did you hit something? Do you need an icepack?"

Seungkwan being Not Okay is maybe one of the worst things that could ever happen in the entire universe and you're trying not to panic as you reach out to check for injuries.

"No, no, stop—" he bats away at your hands and you stop in your motions, now kneeling in front of him. "I'm not hurt!"

Your brain does the cartoonish screech thing as it comes to a halt, and you furrow your brows. "But.. you just said you're not okay?"

"I'm not!" His eyes are still wide in shock, but he also looks confused and maybe a little bit like he's about to cry?

Oh no. If he cries and it's somehow your fault (because it has to somehow be your fault) you think the world might actually end.

"Okay, uh. I am— confused,” you start, sure you must look as lost as you feel. “But, um, what can I do to help?"

He swallows, and a part of you realizes that he's looking at you with an expression you've never seen before. "Did you mean it?"

Knowing that it's significant but not yet knowing why, you maintain eye contact. "Mean what?"

"What you just said."

You blink. "...that I'm confused?"

He shakes his head. "No, before that."

You have a hard time remembering what you just said when you're not sleep-deprived and worried you've just somehow accidentally caused irreparable emotional damage to your best friend. "Uh... when I asked if you were okay?"

"No, fuck," and it's a shock for some reason, hearing him cuss right now. You hear him say much worse things all the time, but you think it might be the way he said it — with a kind of desperate vulnerability that you're not sure you've ever heard from him before.

That thing in your chest twinges and you think maybe you're the one who's gonna start crying.

He says your name like a plea, and then he's on his knees right in front of where you're kneeling on the floor, reaching forward to cup your face in his palms. "You said— Y/n, you said "holy shit I think I'm in love with you.””

Oh.

You're pretty sure your heart falls right out of your ass and bounces across the rug, judging from the way it comes to a dead stop. You blink at him. Full of new and sinking kind of dread, you whisper, "...I said that out loud?"

He laughs, but it's tinged with incredulity and sounds a little too close to a sob for comfort. "Yes! You did!"

And wait, no, your heart is still stuck in your chest, because you can feel it start pounding against your ribcage in double, triple, quadruple time. He must see the fear in your expression, because suddenly his eyes are narrowed in a determined scowl and he growls, "Oh no you don't."

Then you find yourself going down with a yelp as Seungkwan octopuses himself around you, trapping you within the confines of his surprisingly strong arms and legs as he basically tackles you to the floor.

You try and wiggle away even as you know it's useless, and he grits, "Y/n dammit, answer my question."

"Why were you even awake?” You deflect, getting an arm free and trying to give him a wedgie. “You were supposed to be asleep!"

"I was supposed to be asleep?!” He screeches, easily evading your reach and poking your ribs to get you to reflexively pull back your arm. “You're the one who hasn't slept in literal days! And stop avoiding my question!"

"No!" He has you trapped once again, and you resort to licking his arm.

"Oh my god!"

He muffles his scream into your shoulder, long and frustrated, and then he just... goes limp. He loosens his hold and just lets his full body weight kinda crush the parts of you he's ended up lying on and just... lays there.

This is your chance, you know — to wiggle free and escape and run away from your feelings just like you always have.

But, for some reason, you don't — that scrunched-up thing in your chest holds you back. You stay there, lying beneath Seungkwan on the floor of your living room at one-something in the morning, and the two of you just breathe.

"It's okay, you know," he murmurs after a moment, so quiet you barely hear him over David Attenborough still narrating softly in the background. "If you didn't mean it. It's okay."

Holy shit, I think I'm in love with you.

And you realize how easy it would be to play it off, to blame it on the sleep deprivation, the way you blurted it out like that — to say (to lie) you meant it completely platonically, like the way you propose to Mingyu at least once a month when he cooks you all dinner.

And you also realize, quite shockingly, that despite how a part of you still desperately wants to run away, the larger part of you wants to stay. Doesn't want to run. Doesn't want to lie anymore.

You swallow heavily, briefly close your eyes, and take in a deep breath. "And if I did? Mean it?"

This time, you do notice when Seungkwan goes still. Slowly, he lifts his head so he can look you in the eyes.

When he doesn't say anything, just continues to look at you with an unreadable expression, you try to continue.

"Would you— would that— would it be okay? If I meant it? When I— when I said that I'm in love with you? Is— because um, like you said, it's okay if it's not, and uh—"

Your nervous rambling comes to a stop when he once again cups your face, but it's gentler than before, closer to a caress. The whole time you'd been talking he'd been slowly sitting up, and now he's on his knees next to where you're still lying down on the floor, looking down at you like all the hope in the world is somewhere to be found in your expression.

"Y/n." he says your name like it's something precious, and you feel the absurd urge to burst into tears. "It would be very okay." His thumbs make gentle arcs across your cheeks. "And just to be clear: you mean it in a non-platonic sense, right?” He chews on his lip. “Hopefully, in a very much romantic sense?"

Staring at him staring at you, eyes bright with hope and a little bit of wonder... you can only imagine you must be looking at him the same way. Your chest feels like it's full of helium but also like something warm and gooey is sloshing around in there. And all that hope and wonder and holy shit is this actually happening? is causing your tongue to stick to the roof of your mouth, and all you're able to get past your lips is a breathless, "Hopefully?"

"Oh my god," he groans in frustration, but it's light and airy and makes you think of amusement park rides and fairy lights and how you want to annoy the shit out of this man for the rest of his life, if he'll let you. He's shaking his head, smiling, beaming, and he asks, "Why can you never give me any kind of a straight answer, huh?"

"Because it's my life's purpose to be the bane of your existence until the day we die," you say, reaching up to hold his face too. "Also because I've never done anything straight ever in my life."

And then your body is moving before your brain can think it though, dragging him down until you can press your lips to his and finally, finally know what it's like to kiss Boo Seungkwan.

He makes a little noise of surprise, one that you can feel buzz against your lips before he melts into you. And oh, any thoughts you might have had are forcefully ejected from your brain because all you can focus on are his lips pressed to yours, the way they move slowly, gently, turning this chaste kiss into the most scorching experience of your life. His nose bumps against yours and the heat of his warm breath sends tingles throughout your body, and his hands, fuck, his hands are still holding you gently but also with a firmness that feels like he doesn't want to let you go.

And then he's pulling away, and you whine at him because this may be the cruelest thing he's ever done to you ever in your entire life. "Noooooo, why'd you stop?"

"Because, as much as I'd love to continue to make out with you on your floor while an old British man narrates about life on the Serengeti—” he mercifully ignores the way you choke on your spit at the way he talks about making out with you so nonchalantly "—it's past someone's bedtime."

Your mouth drops open in offended shock. Was he actually going to put you to bed like a child? Like you both hadn't just declared your romantic love for each other? "Are you fucking serious?"

He just stands up and crosses his arms, looking down at you with a single raised eyebrow. You take the part of you that finds it annoyingly attractive and promptly smother it, crossing your own arms from your position on the floor.

"I'm not a baby," you definitely don't pout.

"Hmmm...” And then the bastard fucking pouts at you. “But you're my baby."

You blink at him.

"Welp, that was nice while it lasted,” you grunt, rolling to your feet, “but I suddenly need to relocate to Antarctica and become a penguin herder.”

He pulls you into his arms with a laugh, and you let him, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.

“You know,” he starts after he's held you for a few moments. “This isn't how I ever imagined how us confessing to each other would go.”

You snort.

“But also,” he continues, “it feels very 'us' doesn't it?”

"Yeah,” you murmur, not bothering to lift your head from his shoulder.

“Mmm, is someone finally sleepy?” he teases, starting to waddle you both towards your bedroom. “Did all the emotions finally wear you out?”

Instead of nodding, you lightly kick him in the shin and the sappy part of your brain that is currently in charge of everything thinks that his indignant squawk is one of your most favorite sounds.

The sappy part of your brain is right, of course, and when you wake up in your bed 15 hours later and accidentally smack him in the face, the urge to run is a little bit smaller than it was before. And the way he flushes bright red after you sleepily kiss him on the cheek is an image you're going to cherish until the day you die.

[swifty-fox]

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬!

thank you @antiquitea for the tag! ✨ sorry I made u feel oldTM

tagging in @bucking-mustangs-with-wings @bitchsister @sig-nifier and @avonne-writes!

questions and responses under the read more to save your dashboards 😉

how many works do you have on ao3?

only eleven!!

what's your total ao3 word count?

115,430 (and most of that is probably kfak and one old guard fic lol)

what fandoms do you write for?

Currently only for Masters of the Air but I've also written for The Old Guard (my bewoved)

and wolfstar and aftg but i wont touch those again for various reasons lol

top five fics by kudos

my kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder - Buck x Bucky (Masters of the Air) 528 kudos

Make Me A Saint - Joe x Nicky (The Old Guard) 448 Kudos

press your tired hands against my lips darling - Buck x Bucky (Masters of the Air) 432 Kudos

Little Beast - Buck x Bucky (Masters of the Air) 368 Kudos

The Calcification of a God - Joe x Nicky (The Old Guard) 294 Kudos

do you respond to comments?

yesss i try to respond to every single comment. After the first 48 hours of a fic/chapter being posted I do get lazy with it but I do get around to everyone eventually!

what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

In another life maybe you and i will be walking down the aisle in white (The Old Guard (Movie 2020)) (18,264 words) lol It's got MCD in it cause I was #coping after losing my grandmother. It was really well received though

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

uhhhmaaaa....Kfak WILL be?? probably????? Or Little Beasts AU but im so far out from finishing that. The first two endings are pretty emotionally ambiguous I wouldn't quite call them happy.....so maybe

Oh Captain, My Captain! (Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling) (1,612 words) (wolfstar) even though its angsty and kinda implying Remus is dying lmfao

do you get hate on fics?

I got like one comment on a recent chapter that I wasn't sure was hate but otherwise no not really! People seem to receive my stuff really well

do you write smut?

LOL if you asked me four months ago I would have said no <3

craziest crossover?

I don't really do or read crossovers! I did a few years ago start concepting a Wolfstar x Eastern Promises au though

have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope! I've had art stolen though. Someone even got it tattooed without my permission which pissed me off pretty bad lol

have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah I have lol. I orphaned it though cause the fellow author and I had a massive falling out over Peter fucking Steele of all things

all time favorite ship?

Always and forever Malec from The Mortal Instruments (BOOK ONLY) or DaveKat (Homestuck)

what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I started a really fucking awesome supernatural horror that took place in rural Maine for Wolfstar as well as actually a Fae/WWII au (inspired by the Bastogne episode of BOB) that I will not be finishing for... reasons.

The ringing in Remus’ ears is so loud he almost doesn’t hear Sirius. There’s a sharp pain on his tongue, rot and muck coating his taste buds. He cannot breathe, his hands shake. He thinks he may be making a noise. In his head there is a voice. His mothers his voice except he doesn't have a mother does he? Not since he was seventeen and whole. His mother’s voice crooning in his ear as she once did around the green 1960’s kitchen.

There’s a bird who sits on a tower. There’s a bird who sits on a tower - who sits on a tower, with beady eyes so clever.

Where did that scar come from?

“А bird who sits on a tower��” He mutters. 

“Pardon?” Sirius asks, snapping Remus out of his thoughts. 

He starts. 

The cabin is up ahead, peeking between the snowy trees like a warm wooden refuge and even at the sight of it Remus feels an uncurling of nerves in his gut. His flesh settles back onto his bones and the ringing eases back to a manageable level. He watches a sodden bloody bee drag her dying body across the dashboard. 

“Cults...you were saying?” - Factis ut credam facis

-

“Hello there Sir Raven.” He says with a chuckle “I don’t suppose you’re one of the King’s are you? Or Churchill perhaps. That would be quite a long way to travel.” 

Sirius puffs up his feathers and clacks his beak at the Man because even though he didn’t quite understand what the Man meant, he knew a compliment when he heard one. Bravely, he hops closer, the warnings of his parents and even of James ringing in his ears. But the shiny thing is dangling free and curious from the Man's neck and he must know what it is. 

“Haha. What a handsome fellow, handsome indeed. Much more well fed than we all are.” The Man laughs, setting aside his Paper and rummaging around in his Clothes. “Still, I bet pickings are getting a bit slim nowadays, even for a clever old Raven. Have you had digestives before?” 

He holds out a hand, nearly as large as Sirius himself and as elegant and pretty as the branches of a willow. All of the Man was like a tree, sharp lines and slightly less sharp curves. There was something in his hand, sweet-smelling and crumbly. Sirius turns his head first one way then the other, regarding the hand with both beady eyes as the warnings of his people ring in his ears. James' voice be careful plays at the forefront and he shakes out his wings in irritation. Man would catch him. Man would hurt him. Capture him and take him away never to be seen again like his Uncle Alphard. Man did not understand magic and magic did not like Man and so Sirius too, did not like Man. Men who burned and tore apart forests, who killed his kinfolk and killed animals and killed each other. And really, Sirius just wanted to understand. It could not be this man, with his quiet words and his offer of food who had destroyed his people. Surely there were other men, cruel men, who had done this and so it would be okay for Sirius to be brave and a little bold. 

“That’s a handsome old boy.” The Man whispers. 

Well that does it then, surely no evil Man would notice how beautiful I am. He must be like my other man with the Paper. Sirius thinks, leaping into the air just long enough to snatch the prize from the Man’s hand and retreat far enough away to devour the sweet treat with his clever beak. It was delicious, dry and crumbly and so sweet that it makes him shiver. He hops boldly onto the Man’s hand, searching for the last crumbs of the food between the cracks and crevices of his skin. - untitled WWII/Fae fic

what are your writing strengths?

Apparently heartwrenching angst <3

what are your writing weaknesses?

I think i don't linger over things long enough, I feel like i can dive more deeply into feelings and scenes if I just stopped and contemplated over them lol

thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I think when done right it adds a lot! I like when authors put the translations at the bottom of the fic/chapter though

first fandom you wrote in?

ouughaaa Probably Maximum Ride back in the late aughts

favorite fic you've written?

Sorry y'all it's definitely Kingdom for a Kiss haha

[chevvy-yates]

got tagged by @heywoodvirgin <3

Questionnaire + 5 songs

Songs:

Questions:

Three ships you like: my three mlm ships in cp universe of course uwu otherwise: Guts/Casca (Berserk) Eugene Roe/Edward "Babe" Heffron (Band of Brothers) Rowdy Yates/Gil Favor (Rawhide)

First ship ever: Altair/Malik (Assassin's Creed)

Last song you heard: GOD SAVE THE RAVE by AXL, GEVOONRAVES, OTJE

Favourite childhood book: Must have been some coffee table book with ocean animals as I never liked reading any books at all

Currently reading: if I read it's the own story we write for Cyberpunk.

Currently watching: A let's play of "Banishers – Ghosts of New Eden"

Currently craving: More time to finish my projects, plans and what not …

tagging:

@nervouswizardcycle, @gloryride, @morganlefaye79, @alphanight1-vp, @kdval, @imaginarycyberpunk2023 and everyone who wants to do this. Idk if u been tagged already or not as this seems to have made the bigger round already and I'm a bit late again to the party.

[camaro-and-smokes]

Eve

Chapter 3: Into the Belly of the Beast

Chapter summary: Eve—still toying with Billy—seemed to be open to collaborate with him in order to find Eddie and Steve. Okay, mostly Eddie, probably. Because she and Eddie...well, they have a complex relationship.

MIND THE TAGS - S E R I O U S L Y. This is a horror/scifi/creature movie crossover and loyal to the film. If the image below makes you queezy, this is not for you. Unless you like that queezy feeling, then, happy reading :)

Warnings for this chapter: Graphic descriptions of the gory and disturbing process how Eve was created. Human & alien bloodrelation and unnatural, potentially disturbing parent & offspring dynamics mentioned. Tags: Aliens (1986), Alternate Universe - Aliens, Horror, Body Horror, Blood and Gore, Xenomorphs (Aliens), Science Fiction, Military Science Fiction, Crossover, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, unnatural parent & offspring dynamics, alien & human relationships

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Eve raised herself on her hind legs, reaching up to her full height. With her crown raised up and spread open, she easily hit twenty. Thankfully to Billy, her tail still swished calmly behind her, and the crown still remained closed, calmly rippling behind her head.

However, she kept her maw pointed at him for a while, as if measuring him, then turned it to follow the rest of her body as she turned towards the habitat door.

Billy hoped she would remain calm. At least until they got out of the ship. He didn’t oppose her killing xeno drones or unfriendlies, but he himself wanted very much to stay alive.

The only one who really didn’t have that much to worry with her was Eddie. Because of course he had a strange—no, a totally fucked up relationship with the Eve.

Everyone knew xenos were intelligent, and the queens even more so. Including that they had zero desire to please anyone, they were pure hatred from eggs to face huggers and to their very source.

But Eve…She was something else.

No, she wouldn’t do anything that she didn’t want to do. In fact, if anyone except one of them three—Eddie, Billy or Steve—got on her way, she just bit their head off. Literally and without hesitation.

From the start, they could see that she was exceptionally intelligent, even for a xeno. It was Eddie’s modifications of her DNA speaking. Even so, what she was agreeable in doing first and foremost was what only benefited her. If it benefited anyone else while at it, so be it.

Then at some point she’d started—albeit begrudgingly—doing also things that were mostly beneficial to others. Okay, well, one specific other, that is: Eddie. Which meant that she was getting something in return and Eddie sure as hell didn’t feed her treats after a trick.

So, it was a fairly valid assumption that Eve felt good when Eddie praised her. Which truly was both amazing and fucking scary, if you’d ask Billy. Eddie, a mere mortal given the kind of power Eve granted him just for a figurative pat on her crown?

And the first time she had cooed at Eddie—yeah, actually cooed in this odd purring kinda sound—the man had come back to the living quarters at their base shaking all over and his jeans wet because he’d been sure that she’d used the sound to locate him and kill him.

Maybe it was that Eddie had made sure his own blood and cloned guts were used to feed the embryo inside the fake womb. So, biologically, the queen was his offspring as much as a xenomorph could be—and she clearly considered Eddie as her…father.

Which was twisted, but not as twisted as Eddie being affectionate towards her. Like a father to a daughter, of course, in all healthy way, you know. Not that anything about Eddie’s and Eve’s relationship was healthy, mind you.

But yet, Eve definitely wasn’t always safe to be around, even for Eddie.

That was then again why Eddie had created the artificial intelligence named Little Sister, or Sis for short. The AI’s sole purpose was to help control Eve and keep her calmer and less unpredictable. Eddie had implanted a biological circuit for Sis in Eve’s brain when she was still developing in the fake womb. As Eve grew, so did the circuit, allowing Sis to take over certain areas of Eve’s brain.

It didn’t mean Eve was under the AI’s control in full and that she couldn’t play tricks around Sis. In fact, she did it frequently, coming up with new creative ways to try to slither away from the AI’s control.

Because what does any caged creature with a high intelligence want more than anything? Get out of the cage.

And that was why Sis was an AI and not just another piece of rigid code, but something that could rewrite itself, add to it and grow. Sis could do the math on all possible outcomes in a nanosecond and outsmart the queen before she could take her plan into action. Eve had still managed to get close to escaping her habitat a few times. Because she, too, was creative.

Even Eddie didn’t question the fact that she would find a way to outsmart Sis one day—it was just a matter of time. But he also trusted the fact that Eve didn’t want to leave him, so there was that.

Billy, though, had never felt confident about Eve or around her. Her plain existence was terrifying for everyone with half a mind and if Billy didn’t play together well with most humans, trying to do that with an intelligent alien species was pretty much an impossible equation.

Which was why Billy had loudly resigned from having anything to do with the xeno. He wouldn’t go alone to her habitat at their base or to the cargo hold when she was there, no matter how much sedated or calmed by Sis she was.

Being left in charge of her while they were docked on this fucking piece-of-shit of a station was such a shitty move from Eddie and Steve. Billy knew Eddie was not the most attentive guy, and he needed someone to go with him to the station or he would’ve gotten lost for sure, or at minimum, forgotten the number of the space dock they were docked in. Billy would’ve liked it to be him Eddie would’ve asked, but Steve got dibs this time.

Whatever.

No matter the reasons or how little Billy wanted this, he was the one who was here. He was the one who had to take Eve out and make her understand he needed her help in locating Eddie and Steve. Billy steeled himself. At least the alien killing machine and he shared affection towards one human being, which would have to be enough for them to play together, for now.

He took a deep breath and told Sis to open the habitat door.

It opened with a quiet whoosh. Eve walked out with heavy footsteps, her maw pointing at Billy as if glued, as her skeletal body moved to match the maw’s position.

Billy fixed his posture and stood unflinching in front of the monster that had stopped to measure him.

She could just step on me and I’d be done with, Billy thought to himself.

Eve leaned down on Billy’s level with a swift move and opened her lips, drool spilling from the both corners of her mouth.

Billy went even more rigid, trying to will even his eyelids to blink calmly at a fairly normal pace. Trust Eddie, trust Eddie, he repeated in his mind. Do not fucking let her see your fear.

Eve leaned closer to Billy, her maw slowly moving around as if she was sniffing.

Billy didn’t think she’d spend time on something like sniffing, though.

Then she opened her horrid mouth in full, displaying the length and sharpness of her first set of teeth. The smaller mouth came out slowly, closing in on the visor of Billy’s helmet.

Billy stood in place, trying to calm his breath and keep himself from shaking, when the tool that so easily crushed a man’s head with one quick hit stopped an inch away from his visor. She moved her maw just a little so that when the small mouth closed the distance, it slowly nudged his shoulder instead of his head.

Did she just...fist bump me? Billy steadied his breathing. He was just this far from shitting his pants.

Eve closed her mouths and stood back up, cocking her head as if asking, ‘okay, what now?’

Billy swallowed and showed Eddie’s shirt to her. He opened his external speakers to talk to her. “See? The shirt is empty. It should have someone in it. I was wondering if you could help?”

As if she could understand my words, he thought. But maybe she understood the lone shirt. Billy trusted Sis to help the monster to understand.

She cocked her head to the other side.

Then, after a while, Sis spoke to him, “Let’s go find father.”

So, yeah. Eve could speak through Sis. If she chose to. The implant at work and all that.

Not terrifying at all.

They walked into the airlock where Spot was already waiting. It could hold a lot of cargo, but with Eve so close it suddenly felt very much smaller than it was. She had to crouch down on all fours to fit the spikes in her back in and her maw was way too close to Billy—yes, still directly aimed at him—as he waited for her to curl her tail around herself.

Once she was all in he glanced at her. “Okay, big girl,” he said, trying to convey confidence he didn't quite feel, “Let’s go find father.”

He pushed the button that opened the outer airlock doors and walked out behind Spot, all the while Sis was keeping an eye for him on Eve who crawled out the doorway and followed close on his tail. He tapped a lock command to his wrist computer to make sure the doors to the ship were sealed. There was no chance in hell he’d risk having another xeno slipping on his ship. One was way more than enough.

His boots connected with the cold metal floor of the station with a hushed thud that seemed far too loud in the silence. Eve stood next to him, now in full hight, her steps eerily quiet considering her size and weight. It sent a shiver through his spine. She could bolt off and he wouldn't know a thing before she was gone. “Sis, let me know if...”

“I will,” the AI replied, clearly knowing what Billy meant.

Another reason that made Billy sometimes uncomfortable was Eddie's skills to create stuff straight from his worst nightmares. An AI that behaved like humans, an seemingly lifelike entity that could control their lives—or help control a beast, one Eddie also created—and yet be only seen in the shape of code.

Maybe the one he should fear wasn't the giant killing machine next to him or the AI that controls her but the creator of both.

His gaze swept over the dock in the light from his helmet and from the one attached on top of his plasma riffle, the light slicing through the darkness. Mutilated bodies here and there, and blood and gore everywhere. Poor bastards who’d been on the dock had been slaughtered before they even knew what hit them.

He kneeled next to one of the bloody heaps and touched the part that—based on hair that still was there—used to be a head. There was something stuck in the hair and as he pulled his fingers back from it, a string of transparent goo followed. The slaughter on the dock was analysis enough for Billy to guess what was going on, but this confirmed it.

This part of the station had definitely been overrun by xenos. They were right inside the belly of a beast—not a mere metaphorical expression this time.

The only wish Billy had right then was that there would be just a few xeno drones around. Sure, he could work with a lot of xenos with Eve. But he only hoped that there wouldn’t be a hive. Because if there was…

He didn’t really want to think about it. But maybe that was exactly why the thought forced itself through.

If there were enough xenos, one of them would inevitably turn into a queen. The xenos were funny like that. Of course, unless one egg carried an actual queen embryo and some poor fucker was impregnated by it.

And if there was a queen on board, Eve might have other things to think about than finding Eddie. Because she was a xeno, too.

No matter what, Billy just wanted to find Eddie and Steve and return to the ship—with or without Eve—as soon as possible and get the fuck away from here.

He looked for the signs that pointed the direction to the commercial part of the station and they followed them to the corridor that Eddie and Steve had vanished to earlier.

“Lead the way, girl,” Billy said and waited Sis to communicate the prompt to the beast.

Eve leaned down and entered the corridor, her strong, bony tail with the deadly stinger in the end curved over her shoulder, ready to strike anyone she didn't reach with her teeth.

The flicker of overhead lights cast erratic shadows all around, making the walls pulse as if breathing. Even though Billy was on this side of the xeno queen and not in the receiving end—one definite show of trust from Eve to turn her back to him freewillingly—his breath hitched at each stuttering blink of the fluorescents as he scanned and cleared the surroundings and each junction of corridors, half-expecting some chitinous horror to emerge from the strobe-like effect. But there was nothing—nothing but the echo of their own movements and a distant, rhythmic scuttling that played tricks on his ears.

“I am losing my edge,” he muttered to himself. “I do this stuff for living.”

But the truth was that he wasn't usually doing this stuff alone. He always had Steve to cover his six. A team mate, someone he could trust, someone he could strategise with on the run. While he now had far more lethal tools with him, none of them replaced Steve. Nothing ever would, in any of the ways Steve was important to him. Which made his heart clench. He needed to find both of them and bring the safe back to the ship. He could never forgive himself if he couldn't do that.

He glanced to Eve. Her sleek exoskeleton reflected the artificial light in eerie ways, blinking on and off on it, and in the dark still shining in the bleak light cast by the lights he and Spot had.

The maw now pointed straight ahead. She was in operating mode. Ready to kill anything that came her way.

Billy was a little sorry if that anything happened to be any other human than his lovers. Not much though. Everyone on this station was already doomed, even him, unless they could get out of here. The people here would never have the chance he and his team had.

“Stay sharp,” he reminded himself, eyes darting to the motion tracker on his HUD. It remained a calm green, but he knew better than to trust calm. Calm was merely the prelude to chaos.

[kitttenteeth]

doing this b4 I forget aaaa . thank u for tagging me cutie little bleeding - heart @disruptxrr !

tag nine ppl u would like to know better ^-^

three ships: umm . kagome + inuyasha, glenn + maggie, annd .. I can't think of anything lol . is thomas + duchess from the Aristocats silly...... i do not knowMYbe cupid + psyche?

first ever ship: kagome + inuyasha :p

last song: I want to kill you by Darling violetta

last film: haven't sat still enough 2 watch a movie in maybe forever , I rly like the movie The eyes of my mother tho!

currently reading: Tooo much. finishing up 'My mother she killed me, my father he ate me' + 'Aesop's fables' &i flip thru 'Blood and Guts : A history of surgeons' when I want to read smth shorter . all super cute n investing I recommend!

currently watching: videos Of kittens accidentallym falling in bowls of milk

currently consuming: Chamomile tea that has turned too sweet gooey bcus i put too much honey in : )

currently craving:

this slice of strawberryshortcake me &johanna cleaned up that I am still mourning ^- -^ so fcukin yummy . or maybe some bò tái chanh?

tagging: @mad-attic-doll @euthaniized @mythicdove @endlesslyanya @bloodyethanol @yorkiepuppygutz @bubbleheadnurze @waitinginthecorner & anyone else interested !

[rarepairnation]

20 questions for writers!

tagged by @emyn-arnens literally over a month ago and im finally getting to it now lol much love thank you for continuing to tag me in things even though im the worst at doing them sometimes.

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 65 (15 of them are under my archive pseud though lol)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 265,381

3. What fandoms do you write for? actively writing for lotr, pacific rim, my secret little marvel rarepair

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? these are so funny they're all my avatar work from before i remade on this blog. well throwback i guess. they're still dear to me.

open arms, atla sokka coming out to his dad

earth system history, atla sokka/zuko college au where zuko is an earth scientist

[redacted h*rry p*tter work from 2016]

love's not for show, atla bato/hakoda sokka creates a master plan to get his dad and bato to admit that theyre dating but they're NOT

knife loves heart, human loves human, james bond 007/q post-spectre fixit fic (my Only 00q and possibly also my only fixit fic?)

5. Do you respond to comments? i try so so so hard but the executive function that allows me to say anything coherent only comes around every so often lol

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? a couple contenders for this one but if we're talking strictly the ending probably i'm not leaving (til we make it home) (exu calamity patia & laerryn / patia & the ring of brass exploring her relationship with love and loneliness and finally being free to express how much she loves her friends only in the last hours of her life and dying happy for it).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? also a couple contenders for this one but i feel like many of them are tinged with not a small amount of melancholy. so we are going with a big throwback to sun through open windows (atlok mako/wu plotless little morning routines fic that is about nothing in particular but also about realizing you have everything your younger self thought you would never have).

8. Do you get hate on fics? not in a long long time (like probably 7-8 years) thank god!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yes although none of it is published (yet). what kind? idk man whatever im horny about this month. ok but for serious. really been into character developing smut. do u know what i mean. i’m telling you something about who each of these people are and how they view each other through the way they fuck. this probably says quite a lot about me

10. Do you write crossovers? i'm not much for the kind where characters from different franchises Interact, but i am partial to taking some guys and translating them to a different setting. ah to put characters in a situation and watch as the fundamental core of their being stays the same....

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? hope not lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? not that i'm aware of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? yes! we have not finished it but it's absolutely CORE thesis-level influential on my entire psyche. even if we never get back to it i'll think about it until the day i die and that is not an exaggeration.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? of ALL TIME? i straight up dont know if i can answer this one. ALL TIME???? my long-term emotional permanence is NOT good enough and my recency bias is too strong for this. ok i think the only way i can answer this is with the ship that has gotten the deepest into my psyche and my soul. which is yancytendo pacific rim. they. affect me. on a level i will probably never be able to fully explain. the 'giving a guy built only to be a thematic device a personality and a history and deep gut-wrenching grief' of it all. the 'you are in love with a guy who is doomed by the narrative and despite your best efforts it means that he is a personification of all the grief you carry inside of you' of it all. yancy becket you will live forever in my heart tendo choi you will ALWAYS be famous. augh. yeah i picked right

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

hmm probably something about the way you look tonight, my mallorytanner thesis statement fic, the genesis of which was genuinely a life-altering event to me. i was listening to the titular elton john song walking home from a general chemistry exam in the snow and i was struck so violently with An Image for truly the first time in my life. truly not ONCE before that moment had that happened to me. this was in my freshman year of college this fic has existed in various forms for going on FIVE YEARS. will it ever be done. GOD i fucking hope so. i actually do hold out hope for that one.

the one i am actually hopeless on ever finishing is orogenesis, the sprawling expanded stemverse pianjeong backstory au fic. the whole structure of it is quite clear in my head actually. i just didn't have the life experience to create the plot structure to go with the emotional beats when it generated itself in my mind in 2020-21 and now that i DO have it the problem is that the inciting event is incredibly clear to me and yet bears too close of a resemblance to. personal events and horrors. for me to ever finish it! i'll think about it forever though. creating and writing that au changed my life for real it was the longest thing i'd ever written and the best when i wrote it and it's still very close to my heart.

16. What are your writing strengths? characterization and character development baby. evocative use of metaphor in descriptions of both character and setting. lavish description.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? PLOT. cant create that from my brain and i rarely attempt it. i have plenty of stuff to write about that does not require it. relatedly not great at worldbuilding.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? generally don't do it much except for a stray word or two. i don't mind reading it though! tolkien fic writers who translate full sentences you are god's strongest soldiers.

19. First fandom you wrote for? ough this one will be embarrassing. entering the archive pseud. wait is it also tolkien that's funny. life is a circle in some ways. this is first fandom on my ao3 account btw. the VERY first one i wrote for...i will take that knowledge to the grave.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

ah i feel like my answer for this one changes every time but i can't help it, i love many of my darlings equally. this time im giving the spotlight to life holds onto you, my chris pike & jim kirk post-star trek 2009 fic that is a few thousand words of 'what if your sort of son feared that you thought he was taking everything you ever wanted from you and he is right that you have thought that but you are learning how wrong you are.' i cried in the university library writing it and reread it recently and remembered it was good. recency bias baby

tagging the usual suspects @potatoesandsunshine @aaronstveit

[fluffypotatey]

T V Z U O

Hey babe 💕💕💕 thanks for the asks

T - Any fandom trope you can’t stand?

when they make one of the guys in an mlm effeminate. this goes for specifically towards mpreg and abo. this is no hate towards effeminate men. i’m talking about how in order to make sense of an mlm dynamic, there are fic writers who will choose one from the pair to be more “girl-like” and it’s typically the leaner one. 

V - If you could write the sequel (or prequel) of any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

hmmmmm idk

maybe a prequel to You Only Live Once written by @storiesforsomeone bc i love that fic so much and i think it’d be fun to maybe see more of tiny Merlin when he worked for the Dragon

but tbh i wouldn’t touch them. idk if i’d do them justice

Z - Major Character Death-do you ever write/read it? is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

oh dear, uh, me and mcd have a complicated relationship. love her, but also despise her. 

idk if i can write character death in my fics. i would be more upset bc they’re my little babies that i’ve latched on to since i saw them on screen. i would write character deaths for OCs tho lol they’re free game

i will read one-shots with mcd. will not read mcd if it’s a multi-chapter fic bc i will get attached and i will be inconsolable later. however, if i am assured that one of my favorite characters or ships won’t die, i’ll read. even the temporary character death tag will have me reading the most gut-wrenching and heartbreaking pics if i know my babes will come out of it alive (maybe not ok but alive).

basically, i need that reassurance that the ending will be a positive one

for characters i can’t tolerate dying? well, wish i could say arthur but the show beat us to it lol, so every christmas all i get is gifs upon gifs of him dying (spoilers, i guess?). does wonders to the heart. 

anyway, we have Merlin, Gwaine, Gwen, Hunith, Liam, Theo, Jenna, Dr Geyer, Tara (in the college/human AUs), MK, Sun Wukong, Mei, Tang, Pigsy, Sandy, Macaque (once was enough), Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth *stares at DC*, basically the whole bafam tbh

U - Share 3 of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much

well, be happy you said 3 bc this would have been a longer list

@eneiryu literally everything they write is just *chef’s kiss* i am in love with their characterizations of Theo and Liam. sobbed like a baby when i read ‘built a ship in the morning but the hull’s worn through’ ended bc i loved it so much. reread that 3 times

@theoceanismyinkwell always a slay. saved so many of his fics. doing a reread of regression to the mean and OH MY GOD T^T just as beautiful as the 1st read

@yikeshereiam have not recovered from you top gun au, babe (everybody should read it btw) really love how you write these idiots so well and the frustration from poor communication is beautiful.

O - How do you begin a story? with the plot or the characters?

mostly characters i think

with my dr geyer fic that began bc i wanted to explore characters. the plot was already given to me, i just expanded on dynamics that jeffy man ignored. and tbh my merlin fic, i just wanted to give Merlin a magic friend. someone who wouldn’t die after 1 episode or leave when they both realize they have opposing views or whatever. i wanted to give Merlin a friend and, damnit! a friend he shall have!

however with my og wip, that’s neither plot nor character. i began with the world. then characters then themes then plot.

[ichnlx]

『 fic masterlist 』

↳ list of my fics from honeyl. always updating!

formatting: title : ship : word count : status : rating newest to oldest. link will be embeded on tittle. M = mature. T&U = teen & up. G = general. please read tags carefully.

∴ tenderly yours ・chanlix ・4k ・ finished ・ G

Chan quickly turns around, careful not to spill his coffee, and he is met with the most beautiful person he has ever seen in his life.

∴ to the left of your heart ・2min ・2k ・ finished ・ G

“I love you, I do,” It’d be easier if he didn’t.

∴ sweet saliva ・ chanlix ・ 5.5k ・ finished ・ M

His saliva tastes sweet as he swallows it and the whole world is at his hands.

∴ tangerine skin and cyanide seeds ・jilix ・2.5k ・ finished ・ T&U

"I kiss you and you kiss me back, then we pretend it didn't happen as I make you pancakes and you make fun of my socks," a pause. "Why aren't we dating?"

∴ gutted fish ・chanlix ・ 1.2k ・ finished ・G

It is Chan, and he is Felix, so the lack of silver in Chan's wrist feels like getting sucker punched by the universe.

∴ the last goodbye ・ chanlix ・1k ・ finished ・G

Eclipses don't last long, mere seconds in which the sky is in total harmony, no opposing star-crossed lovers longing for each other in eternal agony, no cold light nor burning one, simply existence.

∴ forever thinking of your smile ・ chanlix ・ 3.7k ・ finished ・ G

 3 (+1) times Chan & Felix interact during weddings.

∴ let there be hope ・ot8 ・9k ・ongoing ・T&U

The slow steps of learning how to live more than just survive; fall in love along the way and hope for hope.

∴ and i ache ・ chanlix ・16k ・finished ・ M

Felix and Chan's soul are one on its own, that doesn't mean things are easy.

∴ carnage at the rooftop ・ chanlix & hyunho ・ 8k ・ finished ・ M

Minho and Hyunjin are in love, Chan and Felix are each other's make or break, and the rooftop witnesses it all.

∴ little joys ・drabble collection ・ ongoing [requests open!]

to be loved ・2min ・1.8k ・ finished ・G

home • seunglix • 623 • finished • G

sunrine kiss ・ seungsung ・912 ・ finished ・G

liberosis ・ binsung ・825 ・ finished ・G

the universe's nudge ・ chanlix ・ 1.8k ・ finished ・G

[thetragicallynerdy]

ao3 first lines tag game

I got tagged by @yerbamansa for this ao3 game! Thanks for the tag, friend!!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Okay so I only went with the last ten that have been posted on Ao3. There ARE other more recent WIPs, but it felt like that was cheating XD (u can send me an ask if you wanna see those most recent ones sjskssk)

Anyway the last ten (including recently updated ones) on ao3 are:

1) Ask Me Anything: A TealOranges SMAU - OFMD, Olu/Jim, Rated E (for explicit, not everyone XD)

It’s a slow morning between student groups and everyone’s taking time away from cramped ship quarters. Jim’s been here a few months now, focused on the work, which turns out to be physically demanding in a way that leaves them exhausted. No energy to grieve.

2) if you still want me, please forgive me - OFMD, Jim/Ed, rated E

It starts simply. They’re on a case – and when aren’t they, these days? - they’re on a case, and things go badly. When Jim slips into the room opposite the one Edward is casing, scanning for something, anything – a rope slips over their head, tightens around their throat.

3) and we will build a home from the wreckage - OFMD, Jim/Olu, rated T

It starts, as so many stories do, with revenge. Or perhaps it starts before then, with the grief that the revenge is born from, with the blood and bone and crushed dreams. With the family that died, so very long ago. But this isn’t just any story, is it? No, this is a love story.

4) i've got sunshine on a cloudy day - OFMD, Ed/Stede, Ed/Jim, Jim/Olu (Poly AU), rated T

Edward knelt and peered under the dumpster, ignoring the instant bite of cold snow through his jeans. He was on his way home anyway, and he could change when he got there. But he’d heard a noise, and had to check to make sure it wasn’t what he thought it was. But sure enough, when he shined his phone flashlight beneath the dumpster, two glowing eyes beamed back at him. The high pitched mew of what could only be a kitten followed after. Its body was barely visible, a fuzzy void of pitch black in the greyness of the under-dumpster.  

5) fool's gold - UnDeadwood, multi ship, collection of ficlets, rated T

He hadn't expected it, how beautiful souls were. How they shone and glittered like diamonds, like gold, like light through a glass-stained window. The first time he'd run into someone after it happened (the thing he doesn't think about, the hole in his gut and the sticky hot blood on his hands and the - no. he doesn't think about it) he'd stared and stared, barely managing to wrench his gaze away before someone noticed.

6) put your records on - OFMD, Jim/Olu, Jim/Ed, Ed/Stede (poly au), rated T

Jim toed their boots off and trudged towards the stairs, too tired to even consider looking for anyone until they'd had a chance to change into more comfortable clothing and maybe lie on the floor for a solid half-hour. It had been a long fucking day.

7) falling for you - OFMD, Jim/Olu, Jim/Ed, Olu/Frenchie (poly au), rated T

"JIM!" They faintly hear Oluwande holler their name at the same time they leap into the air to head the ball. They realize why a split-second later, as they feel a body collide with their legs. Someone tall, and big enough to knock them clean over.

8) you are in love - OFMD, Jim/Ed (poly au), rated M

Ed was giggling before they even made it into the booth. "Shhh," Jim said, far too loud, trying to slap a hand over his face. "You're gonna get us kicked out!" "Who's gonna kick us out," he laughed, batting their hand away then reeling them in close. Not that there was really any other choice, in the tiny mall photo booth. "Paul Blart Mall Cop?"

9) on this winter's night with you - UnDeadwood, Clayton/Matthew, rated E.

Today, Clayton thought furiously, is not my fucking day.

10) and if the pomegranates are in bloom - OFMD, Jim/Jackie, rated E

It’s not the first time they’ve ended up here, and they know it won’t be the last. Oluwande always gives them his blessing, with a kiss on the cheek and a ‘good luck, be careful.’ They know he’s still afraid of her. They know that they should have reason to be afraid as well, but they aren’t. They haven’t been for a long, long time. Jackie looks softer in the lamplight of her bedroom than she does in the bar. Stripped down to a simple shirt, trousers gone. Bare, but not vulnerable. They’ll get there, but not yet. Still – already she’s warmer, gentler. Soft around the edges, face open. Relaxed. It makes them wonder if this is what her husbands are allowed to see in her, or if it’s just for them.

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Okay so some got more than a few lines because I felt like it XD

As for tags - I swear every time I come to a tag game I immediately forget which of my mutuals writes fanfic, so if you see this and want to do it consider yourself tagged. As for those I remember - if you feel like it, I'm tagging @yourlocal-charlatan, @redxluna, @swallowtailed, @lovewithagirl, @nevershootamockingbird, @thewollfgang, uhhhh i can't remember other writers so that's it!!

[mint-moon25]

INSTAGRAM - JACK_SAMMY G

HE - WAS - RECOMMENDED - BY - ETSY

PALISMADE 

BY - JANE - ALSO - FACEBOOK

SHE - AGE 42 - WENT - 2 - ENGLAND

UNIVERSITY - OF - OXFORD

BUT - HER - ENGLISH - IS - BAD

TOOK - ME - OVER - 2 HRS - 45 MIN

2 - PAY - ALL - FAILED

REFUSED - MONEY - BY - ZELLE

DIDN’T - WANT - 2 - TELL - ME

FIRST - LAST NAME - OF - THE

STRANGE - GMAIL - EMAIL ADDRESS

MR - $10 - PER - LISTING - 3 MONTHS

10 ITEMS - $100

I’M - GOING 2 HAVE - HUNDREDS - OF

LISTINGS

JANE - OF - PALISMADE - SWEATSHIRTS

SHE - WANTED - ME - 2 - HAVE - HIM

TATTLE TALE - THAT - I - SAID - 2 HRS

45 MIN - JACK - SAID

I - HAD - 2 - WAIT - 7 DAYS

I - SAID - 29 APRIL

HE - MEANT - PAYPAL - $4.75 - FEE

USE - CHECKING - 2 - SEND - MONEY

HIS - WILL - B - 04 MAY 2024

THAT’s - 6 DAYS

ETSY - EXPERT - FIVERR - SERVICE

BOTH - BAD - WITH - ENGLISH

TAKES - A - LONG - TIME - BOTH 2 YES

RESPOND - I - DON’T - LIKE - HIS

GMAIL - EMAIL - ADDRESS

THEN - HE - WANTED - ME - 2 - SIGN UP

FOR - GET VELA - 7 DAYS - FREE - TRIAL

PAYONEER - $29.95 - IF - I - DON’T - GET

$2,000 - IN - SALES - PER - YEAR

OVER - 2 HRS - 45 MIN - WASTED

I - CAN’T - SHUT - OFF - MESSENGER

SO - I’M - IGNORING - ALL - MESSAGES

ALL - ARE - PIRANHA

THEY - WANT - MY -  MONEY

JANE - SCARING - ME - ABOUT - ALL

EXCEPT - JACK - INSTAGRAM

SIGNED - UP - WITH - DISCOUNT

2 - ALURA - AND - ALREADY - LISTING

1 - ITEM - OPTIMIZED

TELLS - U - WHAT’s - WRONG - WITH

YOUR - LISTINGS

TITLE - OVER - 70 CHARACTERS

MUST - DO - ALL - 13 TAGS

THEY - SAID - MY - VIDEO - IS - LOW 

RESOLUTION - ANIMOTO - SORRY

LESS -THAN - 10 PHOTOS - THEIRS

IS - BAD - AND - LOW - AMOUNTS AS

PRINTIFY - $29 - A - MONTH

THAT’s - WHY - ADDING - MADE MINE

$9.99 - A - MONTH

ALURA - GIVES - KEYWORD - HINTS

SANDRA 15 - GAVE - ME - 15% - OFF

GROWTH - SALE - $19 - MONTHLY

SO - I’M - OFFERING - FREE SHIPPING

PER - ALURA - SO - NO - REGRETS

TOLD - JANE - I - WANT IT CHEAPER

2 - SAVE - MONEY - I - WANT - 2 - DO

ALL - THE - WORK

I - THINK - THEY’RE - PARTNERS

SHE - GETS - COMMISSION AND

SHE’s - A - CHRISTIAN

ALURA - FREE - IS - NOTHING

ALURA - GROWTH - IS NECESSARY

I - NEED - THE - LISTING - OPTIMIZER

2 - OPTIMIZE - MY - LISTINGS

SO - WITH - PRINTIFY

I - JUST - CHANGE

TITLE

SHIPPING - LABEL

CLICK - FREE - SHIPPING

MUST - SPECIFY 

TITLE

SHIPPING LABEL

PRICES

MUST - CLICK - ALL - THAT

2 - PUBLISH ALL CHANGES

SAYS 

FREE STANDARD - SHIPPING

INCREASED - MY - PROFIT

OVER - $4.00 - EACH

SENDING - CARD

SHOP - CAILEY

SO - GOT - 2 - KEEP - $100

TODAY - AND - MORE - YES

I’M - DOING - THE - KEYWORDS

AND - I - NEED - ALURA - AFTER

ALL - TOMORROW

ETSY - PLUS - $10

PATTERN - MY OWN - WEBSITE

$15 

DOMAIN - shop cailey . com - $15

YEARLY - I - WANT - 2 - ADVERTISE

SHOP CAILEY

NOT - SHOP CAILEY PRINTS

shop cailey prints . etsy . com

THAT’s - TOO - LONG

A - MOUTHFUL - 2 - MUCH 4

PEOPLE - 2 - REMEMBER

BUT - HE - AND - JANE - ARE

WASTING - MY - TIME - AND

JANE - DAILY - WASTING MY

TIME - SO - IGNORING HER

BLOCKED - JACK_SAMMY G

AT - INSTAGRAM

NOW - JUST - 1 FOLLOWER

MY - GUT - TELLS ME - I DID

THE - RIGHT - THING

JESUS - IS - LORD US

[penguin--person]

actually im not leaving my rambling in the tags . everyone look. nastya chocolate-box girl ending EXPLAINED ?!?!?!?

ajnd more rambling under the cut bc im SICK in the HEAD

like oh my goddd . the whole time gabrielas literally digging around in her guts, saying that shes only doing this bc she loves nastya. so ofc nastya goes Ok! Yay! bc what else is she gonna do ??? gabriela is nice to her, braids her hair, calms her down when she freaks out, gives her special treatment !!! she loves her . auhhgggg nastya when i fucking get youuu . What if you were a 14 yo and gave up your life for a chance at being loved. And you fucked up your life . you spent a year in this place and it was all a lie, and your body is no longer yours, ur ship of theseus irl. they took your lungs your liver your heart, and you gave it to them so, so earnestly, so happy to be use. so happy to be loved. and then you find out, a year later, that you gave up your life, your body, your autonomy, everything, for someone that doesnt even think of you as a person? someone who only keeps you around for your mutation? youre not special, youre not loved, youre nothing if not hers. and she acts like this is no big deal. like you can get past this, like this is smth she can talk her way out of. shes not even panicking. she thinks youll forgive her. she thinks u love her too much to do anything. like oh my goddd . YOU MADE ME THINK THAT IT WAS LOVE!!!! LOOK AT THE PERSON IVE BECOME!!!!!!

and like, even if you escape, what are you gonna do ??? go back to your parents ??? NUH UH ! they dont love you . you dont have another facility to go to. you could be caught and taken back there at any moment. nastyas sooo . she thinks that nobody will ever love her after sheescapes, that shes incapable of being loved - her parents, her peers, gabriela, no one loves her. whos going to love her now that shes not even her own person ??? now that shes been used up and spat out .. oguhhhhg g.... nastyaaa ...

chocolate-box girl - oc animatic

[raventrigonsdaughter]

sketching my favorite two vader apprentices who told him to fuck off

“shouldn’t it be galen?” nO

[revalito2]

almost forgot to post this,,,,,,low quality warm-ups ft discord shenanigans