#first piece of writing in 2024!

[rizaposting]

Rating: T Words: 3,049 Relationship: Royai, Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang Tags: Canon: Fullmetal Alchemist 2003, Songfic, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Falling in love, Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Non-explicit mentions of sex, Depictions of mental illness

Summary: "The first time she sets to changing the bandages on his face, Roy stops her with a hand on her wrist. His hair had hung over his face as he turned away from her and warned her that it was ugly. The raw flesh and the clipped bone. Riza doesn't know how to express to him that she doesn’t care about the physical damage, that she is just so happy that he is alive that it makes her hands tremble. In the end, she brushes his hair to the side and meets his gaze without flinching as the gauze falls away."

After the coup against Bradley, something blooms between them during Roy's recovery. But there is only so much that love can heal.

(Inspired by the song "Antebellum" by Vienna Teng)

[sualne]

table troubles (chapter 1 is out btw)

[summerlimeismethebrony]

She has bewitched me....

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Little wip update

Trying to get more world building around the casino. Remembered it is a horror setting and sticking to it, having a blast writing about this guy. Lamo but he still doesn’t have a name smh

[mithrilwren]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Word Count: 11,322 Relationships: Roronoa Zoro/Sanji Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Daemons, Alternate Universe - His Dark Materials Fusion, Developing Relationship, Roronoa Zoro and Sanji Bickering, Misunderstandings, Consensual Daemon Touching, Whole Cake Island Arc Spoilers, Childhood Trauma, mentions of past daemon/animal harm, Protective Roronoa Zoro, Protective Sanji (One Piece), Trust Issues, Angst with a Happy Ending

Sanji and Zoro don’t get along. Their daemons, Sanji is disturbed to discover, do.

My gift for @akwolfgrl for the One Piece Secret Santa 2024 (@op-secret-santa) exchange! I ended up going with ‘Daemon AU’ from your list of favourite tropes, but I also took a little inspiration from your second wish (about a small, cute creature stealing from Sanji’s pantry). I really hope you like it!

[al-luviec]

id like to thank ninjago episode snake jaguar for everything but nothing all at the same time

[amons-hat-enthusiast]

Roevember 2024: Day 1 - Name

The evening was quiet in the North Shroud. Not an Ixal in sight, much to relief for a small band of sellswords stationed in Treespeak. Having finished their patrol, the group made camp and gathered around the campfire in no time. Valliant Jackal and Ardent Doe, a Roegadyn couple, each with a flask of ale in their hands, were retelling a funny story of their first time in the Shroud. Across them sat Nhagi'a and Nalili, a Miqo'te and a Lalafell, who were tending to Nhagi'a's arrows while giggling to the couple's story of their misfortune.

A young Hellsguard Roegadyn was sitting in silence, slightly further away from their peers. Their hands were sweaty, breath shaky, thoughts running wild on whether or not they'll regret what they're about to do. But to hells with it, they're going to do it anyway, as they can't take this feeling of wrongness anymore. Swallowing hard, they stood up and with small steps approached the group, anxious feeling in the gut getting worse with each step.

Nhagi'a was the first one to see that his approaching friend didn't have their usual grin on their face and immediately noticed that something was off. "Hey kid, something wrong?", he said with a hint of concern in his voice. All the conversations that were had fell silent in an instant, all eyes going to the crew's youngest member. "No!...Uuugghh...I mean, um....yeah....", words were barely leaving their mouth, but they took a deep breath and continued, "I...I-I have something important to tell you all." Ardent Doe and Nalili exchanged worried looks and then looked back at their friend. "For the last few years, you've known me as a girl, as Geimwyda. But that's not who I am, not anymore. And, if I'm being honest, I don't think I ever was.", they said with a shaky voice, gaze glued downwards on their fidgeting hands. "I've always had this strange feeling, this wrongness, about who I am. And that feeling never went away, no matter what other people said to me about it. It only kept getting stronger the longer I ignored it. And now, I think I've finally reached a breaking point, as I just can't take it anymore." Their eyes were slowly getting filled with tears. "So please, call me anything, anything, but a girl. And never use the name Geimwyda for me again....I despise it. I chose a new one instead - Matheli. Matheli Taral."

Matheli braced for it - the negative reactions, the resentment, the ridicule - all of what they've faced before. But it never came. When they finally gathered the courage to look up, what they saw through their eyes filled with tears was enough to get those tears to spill. Instead of mean looks they expected to see, the faces of their companions were painted with bright smiles and wide grins. Ardent Doe stood up and approached her shaken friend, placed her hand on their cheek and enveloped them in a tight hug. "It's good to meet you, Matheli Taral."

These people love and care about you and accept you for who you are, Matheli. There's no need to fear otherwise, not anymore.

[chenziee]

OPKisstober: Marines

Day 10 for OPKisstober: Coby/Helmeppo

As Helmeppo sat in the infirmary inside of what remained of the Marine Headquarters, thoughts wouldn’t stop spinning in his head.

The world as they knew it was over. Portgas and the rest of the Whitebeard pirates—those still alive at least—may have managed to escape in the end, but that didn’t change the result. This era was over; Whitebeard clearly didn’t have long to live, Blackbeard was set loose on the world, Marineford was in ruins, and countless lives were lost… for what?

Helmeppo didn’t understand.

He didn’t understand what the top brass had expected or wanted to achieve.

Maybe, he was too stupid, but it simply didn’t feel like the risk—and real loss—was worth whatever the hell they might have possibly gained.

Pirates wouldn’t stop pirating just because some big shots died. Honestly, if he were a pirate, he would probably want to go out to the sea in hopes of snatching that Emperor seat, but what did he know? He barely had any rank here. He barely got here.

“Helmeppo?” someone asked weakly, ripping Helmeppo out of his thoughts.

“Coby?!” he cried, jumping out of his chair to rush to his… friend’s side. “You’re awake! Thank god, I was so worried! How are you feeling? Are you hurt anywhere? The doc said you should be fine after getting some sleep but—”

Helmeppo couldn’t stop talking. He knew he should let Coby rest, but he was just so relieved. As he fired one question after the other, not waiting for an answer to any one of them, he suddenly felt tears welling in his eyes. Ah, how pathetic.

His father would berate him for ‘being a little girl’ for crying… but no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t keep the tears from pouring down his face.

“Helmeppo…” Coby said, a small, weak chuckle passing through his lips. “Hey, I’m okay. I don’t think I got hurt at all.”

Helmeppo gulped heavily, studying Coby’s face for any sign of lying but finding none. As if Coby knew how to lie in the first place. Bastard; making Helmeppo feel all these things while not even being injured!

Helmeppo took a deep breath, holding it for a second, before letting it go. He was already being vulnerable; what was the point keeping it all inside anymore? Inhaling deeply one more time, Helmeppo braced himself before quickly leaning forward, pressing his lips against Coby’s in a… very clumsy, very uncomfortable, very awkward kiss. He cursed internally; curse his lack of experience! If this was going to be his only chance to kiss Coby—

But then, Helmeppo’s thoughts came to a screeching halt when he realised that Coby was kissing him back. And a new wave of relief and warmth and sobs washed over him.

Ah, this was going to take some getting used to. Hopefully, there was going to be time to do so now.

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[moonfang182-magic]

Gregtober Day 6: Ghost

(Fanfic Warnings: Major Character Death (duh) and Past Character Death)

@gregaverse "One little star follows with no idea where to go now..."

[genomynt]

PHEW!

Made it in time!! 🙈🙊

Here's a gift for Alex @maybe-livid for this 2024 @op-secret-santa event~🎄❄️🎅🏻

I enjoyed writing it! 🤩 It's an honor to write for you!

Enjoy and have a happy holiday!! 🧑🏻‍🎄🎄❄️

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

Whumptober - 8

No. 8: SLEEP DEPRIVATION Isolation Chamber | Forced to Stay Awake | "Leave the lights on." (Coldplay, Midnight)

Content warnings: self sleep deprivation, discussion of nightmares, discussion of intimate whumper

“What are you setting alarms for? There’s no need to be up early.”

Whumpee froze, setting their phone down. “Oh. …You know.”

“Sorry.” Caretaker bit the inside of their cheek. “It’s none of my business. You don’t need to tell me.”

“It’s not… I mean, it’s fine if you want to know. I just don’t think you’ll like it very much, and I don’t want to upset you.”

They didn’t think that Caretaker would like it that much. They didn’t want to upset them.

“Okay, Whumpee,” Caretaker agreed, as if this was an okay thing. “Yeah. Um. You know you can tell me whatever you want? It’s your decision. Tell me if you want to say it, not based on how you think I’ll take it.” And if Whumpee thought it’d upset them, then they were probably right, but it didn’t really matter whether or not it upset Caretaker. After what happened to Whumpee, this was the least they could do to try to help.

“I get nightmares sometimes,” Whumpee whispered slowly. “But I’ve told you that part already.”

“I thought they stopped?”

“I mean… yeah? Technically, they did stop. When I started setting alarms for myself. They wake me up every two hours, and I leave the light on. My brain can’t fall asleep deeply enough for me to get nightmares anymore.”

Caretaker exhaled slowly. “Jesus, Whumpee.”

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“That’s not what I meant,” they sighed. “I’m just not sure if this is a good idea.”

“I can stop if you want.”

Caretaker blanched. This reaction made sense, and not just because of Whumpee’s desire to please. No, this made sense because Whumper had fucking liked nightmares. It had given them some cruel sense of gratification to know that Whumpee could not escape them, even in unconsciousness. It was one of the first things Whumpee had confessed to Caretaker, back when they’d hated speaking about anything that'd happened.

So which was the greater evil? To stand by and watch as Whumpee ran themself into the ground? Or to betray their trust and make another decision for them, knowing that they would not refuse a request from Caretaker?

“Of course I don’t like it,” Caretaker managed. “But that shouldn’t convince you to stop doing it.”

“What other reason would I have?” Whumpee asked, and Caretaker winced.

“For yourself, sweetheart. If you’re going to sleep the whole night through, do it for yourself, not me.”

“I don’t think it would be very helpful to myself if I was having nightmares the whole night, Caretaker.”

No. Probably not. That was fair. “Maybe we could try some different things to help you relax.”

“Like what?” It broke Caretaker’s heart to hear how tired their friend sounded. They wouldn’t have resorted to alarms if they’d thought something else could work better. “I would take medication if you asked me to, but I don’t- I don’t want to. If that matters.”

“Of course it matters,” Caretaker whispered. “Of course it matters, Whumpee. I wouldn’t jump straight to medication, anyway. Things like drinking a relaxing tea before bed, or taking a bubble bath. Or if you think having the light on helps, we could get you some light that wouldn’t be so harsh. Fairy lights, maybe.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, Whumpee. Whatever you want. We’ve figured everything else out, we’ll figure this out too.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: Transman Character: Jinbei Vibe: NSFW Consensual AU: Writer's Choice (Host Club!) Prompt: Soft/Comfort Gift Giver: @jinbeioyabun

Summary: Jinbei relaxes you like no one else can. Which is understandable, since you're in a long term relationship with him.

Content Notes: naked massage, non-gendered body description, genitalia non-specific sex, use of pet names and "good boy"

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

The room smells like lavender and vanilla. Sweet as the scents are, they aren’t overpowering, just tickling at the edges of your senses.

Jinbei helps you disrobe, not that there’s anything complicated to it. You’d stripped earlier and gotten into a very fluffy and soft robe provided by the club. The air in the room wasn’t too warm, but it wasn’t so cold that shedding the robe was a shock to your skin.

The warm hands that followed behind sent more of a shiver through your skin than the air. His touch was always so exacting, so gentle. Jinbei was one of maybe two fishmen who worked at the club, and he stood a good sight taller than most. Despite his size and strength, there was no one else who could do what he could do.

At least, not as far as you were concerned.

Helping you up onto the table, you lay down on your stomach. The soft plush of the bench lets you sink into it, and the squishy ring lets you put your face down without having to lay your head off to the side.

“Is there any place you don’t want me to work on, young man?” He asks, setting up who knew what beside the table. You were always too relaxed to bother looking to see what it was, but the soft clink of glass was soothing.

“I am in your care, my love.” You coo happily, letting his warm chuckle roll over your back.

“Then I shall do my best, my sweet reef.” He says, putting aside his usual work tone, and shifting into something more informal. Sometimes when you sought him out at the club you liked to pretend you were client and host, but today you wanted more of him.

Oiled hands moved easily against your back, Jinbei pressing into your muscles with skilled movements. Exacting pressure from each finger, tender care in the way the heel of his hand moved against you. Tension melted from you as though he was stripping it physically away from your body.

Once the tension was gone his hands shifted in their actions and pleasure danced against your skin. He knew all the sweetest lines of your body, hands moving skillfully over scars accidental and intentional both. Soon you’re panting, body and fingers twitching as Jinbei plays you like a fiddle.

At the sound of your heavy breaths, he pushes a finger against your ass. Gasping and moaning you don’t move away from the action, and don’t ask him to slow or stop, so he uses proper lube and starts to slowly stretch you open.

“’Inbei,” you murmur. “Jinbei, I’mma-.” You moan as his finger sinks deep. “Cum, I’mma cum, if you… keep doing that!”

“A sweet pleasure for me then,” he hums, unrelenting. “As you are in my care, yes?”

You nod. Your hands are on the pillow ring, and you’re back’s arching with each delicious movement. “Yes, yes!”

He leans down, catching your gaze off to the side, as one thick finger becomes two. You can see the pleased smile on his face as your jaw goes slack, the sweet stretch driving you even closer to the edge. There’s no slowing your rush to the edge, and Jinbei pushes you over it easily. Soft shivering whispers of thanks tumble from your lips as your body shudders in orgasm.

“Tonight,” he begins as you sink back onto the bench, flushed and breathing deep. “I thought I’d give you a deep tissue massage.” He stands before your hazy gaze and pulls his own thin rob off, letting both, slightly intimidating cocks, twitch and bob before you. “Perhaps, something fulfilling, my dearest coral?”

You nod, feeling the bench adjust to spread your legs on your behalf. Coral Reef - Jinbei called you some variant of this most often. Reefs are places of safety, and coral reefs are beautiful, and thus did he refer to you. Though not often with others around. Not out of embarrassment you were sure, but the words were intimate and meant only for the two of you.

“B-Both,” you murmur as you feel his hands on the backs of your thighs. “Please.”

“Certainly. I’ll go slow, let me know if I need to stop.” He says the words soothingly. “You won’t disappoint me, you understand?”

You nod. “I do.”

Jinbei’s hands kneaded your legs and ass again, helping you relax as more lube was applied to you and him. The sweet pressure was welcome, the stretch was incredible. There was no one else who fit you so well, no one else who could relax you, ruin you, comfort you, and encompass you inside and out like Jinbei.

His hands were on either side of your shoulders, holding onto the bench as he slowly worked his way into you. You came a second time, suddenly and unexpectedly. He froze when you cried out, and eased up only a little as your surprise turned into shivering pleasure.

“I seem to have teased you a little too much tonight,” he muses pushing in the rest of the way with care and delighting in the sweet sigh that drips from your lips.

“You’re always such a good boy for me.” He praises. “But make sure you tell me when it’s too much.” He forewarns, his grip on the bench tightening as he leans his weight into you, sinking in even deeper.

“A proper deep tissue massage can get a little rough.”

[riddlertrophy]

robert eggers please just recast lily rose depp with someone who can act robert please i'll do anything robert you can't fuck this up robert it's nosferatu robert you can't robert robert. robert.

[towered]

Art Versus Artist 2024

[sam-stevens-writes]

On friendship

Someone today said that they don't believe friendships change. That they've never had a friendship become distant or fizzle out. That you were never truly friends to start with if it happens.

I disagree.

I'm no longer friends with the first person I called when my parents were getting divorced, but that doesn't mean she wasn't there for me during some of the worst times in my life.

I'm still close with my best friend from when I was 8 years old. We drifted a bit in high school, finding other friends and other interests, but we grew back together with no love lost.

My best friend moved away when I was 7. We stayed close for many years, but messages between us grew further apart as time went on and it's been years since we last saw each other. When we do meet, we get on like no time has passed, but the distance in between is only filled by two "happy birthday" texts.

Another friend moved when I was fifteen. For years we were as thick as thieves, missing each other like a limb, then suddenly there was nothing. There's the occasional text, a reaction to something posted publicly or a holiday wish, but nothing more. I still miss her sometimes, but sometimes it's how things are.

My two best friends have only known me for 18 months. People think it's been years, that we knew each other when we were running around playgrounds and skinning our knees on gravel.

Friendship grows and changes. It ends and stretches over time and space and snaps and breaks. It doesn't fit into a box. Friends grow apart, sometimes slowly, sometimes so quickly, you don't have time to breathe before it happens. Maybe you come back together. Maybe the whole thing fades into a memory. Maybe you find yourself in the car years later, singing along to Noah Kahan and imagining her smile.

I think it's naive to expect your friendships to stay the same, to treat them like plastic plants that will never change, grow or die. But maybe it's not naivety.

Maybe it's hope.

[chenziee]

OPKisstober: Accidental Confession

Day 5 for OPKisstober: Kid/Killer

There was a lot that Killer expected Kid to say after their escape from the Udon Labour Camp. He expected the rage—at Kaido, at Queen, at Orochi, at Apoo—, he expected the growled curses, shattered rocks, assurances that he would make everyone pay for what happened to them.

He did not, however, expect this.

“—and then he starts competing with me! Can you believe this guy? He’s so fucked in the head, I fucking swear!”

“Fwa fwa fwa! Are you sure you didn’t start it, Kid?” Killer asked, rising an eyebrow.

“Hah?! Excuse me? You think I’m a fucking kid?” Kid snapped back immediately. Unwittingly proving Killer’s point. 

Killer simply shrugged, not saying either way, which only made Kid huff in annoyance before he continued.

“I’m not on Straw Hat’s fucking level, alright? God.” He paused running his hands through his hair in frustration. “He’s the brat here! Sure, it was fun riling him up and competing with him but I’m not that childish or stupid!”

Holding his breath for a second, Killer waited whether Kid would realise what he had just said… but when no defensive grumbling followed, Killer slowly opened his mouth. “I’m glad you made a new friend, Kid. Fwa fwa fwa fwa!!”

The way Kid immediately whipped around, staring at Killer with wide, bulging eyes, and an open mouth… it would make Killer burst out laughing even without the cursed Smile fruit forcing him to. And with them being all alone in the desert, not a single living soul in sight… Killer didn’t even bother to fighting it.

The longer he laughed, the redder Kid’s face became as the embarrassment from his accidental confession settled in… and that only made Killer laugh harder.

“Stop laughing, you asshole! He’s not my friend!” Kid insisted, but he refused to look Killer in the eyes.

Shaking his head, Killer walked over to his captain—his best friend, his boyfriend, his lover—, grabbing his right hand; he brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the scarred knuckles.

Kid shot him a glare but didn’t complain, so Killer stepped even closer, pulling Kid into a proper kiss; as their lips moulded together for the first time in weeks, the touch clumsy and desperate and full of words that were left unspoken, Killer felt peace for the first time since the day Hawkins and Apoo arrived in the Kid Pirates’ base.

He was sure Kid felt the same way.

Even though he’d apparently had a grand time full of fun with his new friend while in prison.

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