#fic: what's lacking

[gongyussy]

deepthroating a gun without breaking eye contact...... he put his entire gongyussy into that | SQUID GAME 2

+ the video because the sound he makes when he puts the gun in his mouth? [redacted]

update: he improvised that. the man really said i'll go full slut.

[flowercrowngods]

when ao3 is back up i want all of you to leave comments on the fics you were interrupted from reading, the fics you were looking to find, the fics you were thinking about re-reading, and the fics left open in your tabs for months now.

when ao3 is back up, i want you all to show some love to your favourite writers, favourite fics, or even just the 600 word one-shot that brought a smile to your face that tuesday three weeks ago.

when ao3 is back up i want you all to remember that comments and explicitly voiced appreciation are what keep writers going.

[syrasenturi]

so crazy and cool how they don't talk about this ever at all

[starry-bi-sky]

jason and danny childhood friends au memes (mild spoilers)

[benevolenterrancy]

SQH prompt since you asked for one in the tags of that one post.

SQH and SQQ on their cart journey to get the sun moon dew mushroom seeds!

Thanks for the suggestion! I love their stupid little roadtrip together xD although this quickly became less about me figuring out SQH's hair/robes and more about me figuring out how in the world to draw a horse drawn carriage... SQQ needs to use his sword more just so I can avoid this

[soulwrencher]

I feel like post!fight!vi! Is something else… like she’s just so fucking strong and her arms are so big and her back muscle omggg but even with all the adrenaline she’s still so gentle with reader? (Not ALL gentle, but never as rough as she could be)

oh my god, YES. on that note: merry christmas to everyone who celebrates!

i think vi would never use her full strength on reader, actually she promised herself that. why? because you know, vi kinda hates herself and thinks she would hurt you, and if she did, if she ever hurt you, vi would absolutely spiral. so she's constantly just holding herself back. i mean; she's just a big hurt puppy.

so you constantly reassure her that it's okay to lay her head on your chest and that you want her to squeeze you a little tighter.

and then one day, vi is resting on your chest, and you trace her shoulders, drag your fingers all the way down her back. "so pretty," you whisper.

"but i'm so rough," vi pouts while looking up to you through her lashes. and you just calmly respond: "i like you just the way you are."

[nibbelraz]

I am endlessly entertained by the prospect of MBJ just having literally no clue how human physiology works, and thus believing everything he hears (which, paired with SQH's propensity for saying dumb shit without thinking, is a recipe for disaster)

like:

SQH: ugh if I read any more expense reports my eyeballs will fall out of my head

MBJ: *frantically gathering as many expense reports as he can carry before shoving them into the fire*

SQH: *literally watching all his work burn up in flames* i-

MBJ: please hold in your eyeballs

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SQH, offhandedly: lmao wei qingwei ate so many bao buns at the festival that I honestly think he's going to turn into one

MBJ, absolutely horrified, actually gives his condolences to the (very confused) human man because this affliction which will soon take his humanity is a fate worse than death. Also he starts hiding SQH's melon seeds

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SQH: ugh I'm so stressed out i'm gonna EXPLODE

MBJ: NO-

Yes YES OH man Shang Qinghua definitely has no filter when complaining about stuff, Poor Mobei he's learning so many awful things about humans and how MUCH DANGER THEYRE IN (how much danger his favorite human is in)

He tries to learn more about what can happen to his poor human so he's spying on Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghuas meetings only to hear them BOTH dramatically explain how tired they are, Shen Qingqiu with some peak lord duties juggled with Binghe and Shang Qinghua with just the amount of paper work and how they both won't make it if things don't slow down soon which prompts Mobei to immediately tell Luo Binghe that his consort is going to DIE if he doesn't get rest immediately this second

I can see this getting SO out of hand so fast, He'd bury Shang Qinghua in blankets and hold him tight so absolutely nothing can bother him and he'd be safe

[pnfc]

i dont wanna shoot down the idea that perry’s spurs are artificial but i also don’t think that’s necessary when, intersexuality exists. but above that i dont think perry would have gender dysphoria about his platypus body. his gender is ‘human guy’. nobody’s gonna tell perry he’s not enough of a dude because he lacks crural venom spurs, definitely not the humans in his life, and his life is made up of humans and non-platypus animals. anti-animal discrimination is his daily concern, not the one freak who’s made it his life mission to be transphobic to platypuses on the basis of venomous spurs. although like, wow, how high effort, that's almost commendable

[screaming-universe]

cool. seems like there now is also a fanfic that pretends to be eddietommy and is utterly disgusting, without any warning. So don't click on any fics written by anonymous I guess and ignore it and be careful

[stealingyourbones]

Gonna start making another DPXDC writing challenge where I’ll make a bingo card generation that contains super popular tropes in the fandom.

The goal is to not write said tropes. Bingo of tropes to avoid and even more of a bonus if you do a blackout board on the tropes you didn’t do.

Reply with the most common DPxDC tropes ya can think of so I can add them to the Blackout Bingo List :)

[writer168]

fanart by az.penguin on Instagram

[logicallyblind]

I need fic recs where bruce is just a pathetic sopping wet rag of a man just an absolute raggedy ass cat like a man whose bones are made of tissue paper and pipe cleaners PLEASE

okay this has been sat in my inbox for at least a week now but every time i go into my bookmarks to try find some specifically pathetic bruce renditions i get sucked down a rabbit hole of superbat - this has happened AT LEAST 4 TIMES ALREADY ITS A CURSE

so i’m afraid all i have to offer you op

Maybe it’s maybelline by avatarhay - superbat (idk if it can even be classified as pathetic bruce but him getting jealous & up in arms over his own damn alter ego was just screaming “oh this pathetic little man” to me dhdbdjd)

i only want you by mawiish - superbat (oh my god bruce just cut your hair please this is getting sad to watch now..)

and

my biggest treasure by cute_bear - gen (which,,, honestly any fic with battinson in it just gives me pathetic wet cat bruce energy and i will take any opportunity to promote this fic because i love it dearly, give battinson his children !!)

anyone with recs pls sound off in the comments i beg 🙏

[ghoulodont]

10mg

Dewdrop has a particular hunger while under the influence.

Relationship: Raindrop Characters: Dewdrop, Rain Words: 1k

Biting, Blood (just a little), Intoxication, baby's first edibles

Read below or on AO3

Rain blinks. He’s in Dewdrop’s room, sinking into his mattress. Lying next to him, Dew is observing him with lidded eyes, head propped on one hand.

Memories start to crawl back to him, following a long, winding path to the present. The last thing he can recall is trying unsuccessfully to climb onto the bed, and Dew rolling him onto it like a log.

Before that, Dew leads him down the hall by the hand. He feels like a kite on a long string, air rushing all around him as he moves. He billows in Dew’s laughter, his bright, toothy smile when he looks back.

Before that, Dew drags him off of the couch in the common room. The TV is casting vivid washes of color on the walls, reflecting in miniature on Dew’s corneas. Right now, a nature documentary; before that, a movie — he can’t remember the plot.

Before that, Dew feeds him a sugar-coated square that tastes like watermelon, plucks it from a round plastic jar with his fingers and places it directly into his mouth. He puts the jar back on a high shelf in the closet.

Right. That explains it.

“How are you feeling?” Dew’s voice is musical, enchanting. There’s an amused smirk on his face.

Rain’s thoughts are miles behind his hands, which are, of their own accord, in desperate pursuit of contact with Dew’s torso. The heat of his skin is magnetic, drawing him closer, up under the hem of his shirt, over his stomach, across his ribs, up to his sternum.

Dew sits up and pulls his shirt off over his head. He tosses it to the floor, out of sight. Rain tries to do the same, but the task proves impossibly complicated, suddenly consisting of far more steps than it used to. Dew helps him to free his arms and discards the offending garment.

Rain flops back onto the bed. The world swirls peacefully around him.

Dew lies down next to him, tucked against his side. He rolls over on top of him, drapes himself over Rain like a blanket. His body is so warm. Every single place that their skin is pressed together is like a tiny pinpoint heat, a single candle flame. The sheer volume of sensation makes Rain feel like he’s vibrating, submerged in TV static, numb and tender at the same time. Vaguely, he’s aware of Dew’s lips on his skin.

Something sharp cuts through the fuzz, a bright zing of sensation on the side of his neck. He presses his hand to the spot, then pulls it away. His fingers are smudged with red.

“Hey,” he whines.

“Sorry,” Dew coos, drawn out. He doesn’t sound apologetic at all. He grins, flashing inhumanly pointy canines.

Rain pouts in Dew’s general direction, which is no longer a single point in space but something far more encompassing.

Slowly, Dew lathes his tongue over the stinging echo on his neck in a wide, hot stripe. When he lifts it away, its heat leaving his skin, the wake it left goes cold and then colder as the ambient air dries away the wetness of it and leaves him naked. He shivers.

Dew giggles. He repeats the gesture — hot, cold. The sting is already gone, lost in a whirlwind of sensation.

“Better?”

It is, physically, but the memory is stuck spinning through his mind.

Dew tilts his head to one side. “Here, get me back.”

Rain tries to lean up to reach him, but his body is too heavy. He brings Dew to his mouth instead, pressing a clumsy hand on the back of his neck and pulling until his blunt incisors hit skin.

He bites down, a meager prize of flesh pinched between his teeth. The roar of his flexing jaw muscles resonates in his skull. He lets his head fall back; his teeth click together in absence of captured skin when it escapes. Left behind are by two near-parallel marks, rows of indentation, blanched bloodless at first and then flushing pink. The skin is unbroken — disappointing.

This angle won’t work. In a monumental effort, Rain rolls their bodies over so that he’s on top, and his neck can reach down instead of craning up with the impossible weight of his head. Limbs tangle and interleave. His leg slips off the bed; he pulls it back.

“Stop,” Dew squeaks out from underneath him, “you’re heavy—”

Like being tossed to the ground by an ocean wave, the whole world flips end over end and suddenly Dew is back on top.

Rain leans up again, open-mouthed, aiming for Dew’s throat. The edges of his teeth drag down toward his collarbone as he struggles for purchase. He comes to rest at the base of his neck, the junction where it attaches to his torso. He tips his head to the side, adjusting his contact to match the slopes and angles of Dew’s body, and bites down.

There’s a sudden release of pressure, an audible pop, as the point of his canine pierces Dew’s flesh. Sure enough, the metal tang of blood hits his tongue. His pulse thrums against his lips; the heat of it is incandescent. He wants more — closer, deeper.

Dew squirms, but Rain holds fast, jaw clamped shut with a singular goal. He sucks hard against the wound, his tooth holding it open like a knife, and hot blood oozes into his mouth. The taste of it rushes over him, spreads into his fingers and toes.

When he lets go, his head drops down to the bed like a rock. His chest heaves with an exertion he wasn’t aware of until now. So does Dew’s, pressing into him as it expands. He closes his eyes. The room is spinning again, but Dew’s weight holds him steady.

A familiar sting resounds above his collarbone, where Dew’s head is bowed. Rain, infinitely heavy, is powerless to stop him.

[starry-bi-sky]

mmmmmm read a disciple shen yuan/shizun luo binghe fanfic about two days ago where the first chapter was the Immortal Conference arc, and SQQ was the one who had to be pushed into the abyss (he was still the villain) except Luo Binghe was refusing and was like, lowkey losing his mind about SQQ being so close to the edge. SQQ ended up having to be the one to fall in himself because of the system's punishment system. The rest of the fic is leading up to that moment. But like, MMM i've been obsessively thinking about that first chapter for DAYS ever since.

now i've been in svsss for a grand total of *checks watch* a week. but god obsessed with that. I want to write/read a fic where disciple SQQ goes a little nuts down there. Like keep all of the things that make SQQ, SQQ, but just. Throw in a little bit more trauma in there. A little bit of a mental break. Let him go a little nuts as a treat. Just a tad unhinged. I wanna see him go, just a little, "god fuck it, i've tried so hard to change this shitty story's outcome and it feels like everything i've done has been for nothing. I'm going to die in this world no matter what I do, I've been doomed from the start, so might as well die the way I want to." and he just, breaks a little! Under all the stress.

He still retains the traits that makes shen yuan, shen yuan, like his overwhelming kindness. But he's just! yk. A little less patient. Paranoid. Jumpy. Colder. A little more aloof and closed off. A little more Shen Jiu. He's no asshole child abuser, but he was a Number One Hater in his past life and he's leaning into that old habit a little more now.

(On a totally coincidental not-at-all related note, there's not enough SJ-and-SY-are-the-same-people fics out there that i've found. This is totally unrelated...)

The Endless Abyss turns the mind into an over-sharpened blade, and SQQ is both fascinated and perhaps a little excited to explore a place that doesn't have a lot of info on it in the mortal realm, but still terrified out of his mind. And he's no Luo Binghe, he doesn't have the sheer brute strength and power to just bulldoze his way through, so he has to be a lot more sneaky and cunning if he wants to survive.

The fic itself role-swapped LBH and SQQ so that SQQ was the half-demon (which lowkey fucks) and LBH the human, but I'm equally-if-not-more obsessed with the idea that LBH remains the half-heavenly demon and SQQ the human. If only because I keep thinking about SQQ befriending some demons (particularly and specifically a group of succubi) and they grow very attached to this Human Cultivator so through magic plot stuff they create some kind of seal/illusion/talisman that makes SQQ appear as a demon because a human cultivator in the endless abyss may as well be the equivalent of putting a giant neon target on your back.

And iirc Shen Jiu was taught demonic cultivation by that one guy(?? i've only been here a week so im not caught up in ALL of the lore yet) so that could totally happen here.

(On the other end of the realms, poor Shizun Luo Binghe is just. losing his fucking mind over losing his most precious and beloved disciple. About .5 seconds from burning down the peaks himself. somebody sedate him.)

The Endless Abyss sucks and SQQ is having a really terrible time and can feel himself going lowkey mad, but also holy shit look at all this WORLD-BUILDING. look at all this flora and fauna, and oh if he had the equipment for it he'd be writing all of this down. ALL OF IT. He was kinda-sorta-already planning on never leaving the Abyss as some sort of fucked up self-exile and self-preservation thing, but now he might? actually just?? never leave if he can help it, like he lowkey likes it down here.

anyways the next time anyone ever sees SQQ again he's got hair so long its almost touching the ground and he's either in rags and half-feral or he's been completely dolled up by his adoptive succubi sisters and still about three seconds from biting anyone who tries to touch him. (he's also lowkey trying to book it back down to the abyss even if he has desperately missed all of his friends and shizun)

[thatbluebox]

WASHING MACHINE HEART | sauron & galadriel 

It’s always the same: the worm; the raft; the storm. Halbrand.

based off the time-looping one-shot "Ouroboros" by @amuria on ao3.

[suudonym]

it's been a year today since I posted the first chapter of a little more like hell and I thought it'd be fun to make something like a cover image for it