#for fic accountability

[dapurinthos]

how attack of the clones is going in this fic, so far, going up the scale from 'this is fine' to 'this is fine (actually everything is on fire)':

lene kostana: the chillest. furthest from the action, has no idea what happened on coruscant, observing the red honeycomb zone. left padawan with jocasta nu to supervise. beginning to have a bad feeling about this. darth sidious: lightly alert for anything that could be a threat to his plans. has an ace up his sleeve that's going to cause problems for everyone except himself. kal skirata: apparently here, instead of being content with being passed a message. bribeable with snacks for his boys. may have been told 'i don't know. sit on him?' when asking 'how am i supposed to keep a jetii from doing something?' obi-wan kenobi: rumpled and confused. was sat upon by several of kal's boys (null-class arc troopers) so he wouldn't go to geonosis. did not get any uj cake. constant receptor of the 'i'm watching you' gesture from kal. anakin skywalker: has killed only three sand people! congratulations, anakin! you are the only one being fixed! qui-gon jinn: woken up from coma by anakin using the force like it's his livejournal c. 2002. without using a cut. has no idea what's been going on for the last decade. politely baffled. jocasta nu: is going to hunt darth tyranus for sport on eriadu. they allow that sort of thing there. darth tyranus: regretting several key life choices, most recently deciding to mind-probe araithana. currently dealing with 1) being shown how he dies, 2) being forcibly reminded of That Murder, 3) thinking his current guest-hostage also has visions. araithana pallopides: nebulous hostage, claimed as guest. moved all the moveable furniture in darth tyranus's geonosian tower by 3cm to the left and back. also regretting darth tyranus's life choices. unknowingly repeating sifo-dyas's exact last words before That Murder. and prom the geonosis accord meeting is tomorrow!

i'm going to go back to writing between the ice crypt trip and introducing anakin skywalker to pre-republic plays with a droid chorus, which concludes with:

The Chorus continues as a harried Knight Kenobi arrives and is promptly bullied into playing the Indrexu to Skywalker’s Xim, my Oziaf, and Aayla’s Xer, much to Master Windu’s sly amusement. By the end of our recitation, Aayla has decided that Xer is now haunting the play by heckling the patricidal Xim through mispronouncing his name on purpose, there’s an audience of nearly two dozen people, Master Windu has vanished back to his duties, and Betsy has never missed a line.

betsy (the chorus) is a b1 commander droid confiscated after the battle of naboo. betsy does not have a preferred gender other than 'it', has been reprogrammed by the temple's research and development department, and is now subject to many experiments to see how capable of learning it is.

[flonflonflon]

Some fanart of the Under the Red Hood animated movie version of Jason Todd :'))) ilu son you deserve the world

[canisalbus]

Have you drawn Vittorio before? I'd like to see what he looks like pls.

Vittorio's design has given me more trouble than I expected, I'm still not sure if I'm happy with his looks. He's Machete's trusted personal secretary, a small and modest but resourceful and resilient man. I think he's somewhere in his mid 20's.

[cassandracain52]

Weirdly specific fanfic tropes in the Batman Fandom that I love

Cuddle Pollen: Ivy’s pollen but it just makes you crave human contact to the point it’s painful

People avoiding Bruce Wayne adopting them: sometimes the adoptee is a canon bat child other times it’s LadyBug or Spider-Man. Bruce absolutely dragging Batman through the mud to the press for no apparent reason: You would think such a specific prompt could not possibly have that many fics. You would be wrong. The Justice League finding out Bruce has 10+ children and being shook: It always goes one of two ways, either one of his kids was hiding under his cape and outs him or they all show up when Bruce inevitably needs help Tim destroying another company out of pure petty spite: Idk why it's always him, but it is. The reason can vary but it's typically in defense of another family member

Actual Ray of Sunshine Robin!Jason seeing the neglected little gremlin that is 9 yrs old Tim Drake and deciding to keep him: it’s always so funny. 90% of the time it’s just Jason telling Bruce “We’re keeping him” and Bruce just being like “ok”

Damian trying to fight Santa Clause: I don’t know when exactly we as a fandom decided that not only did Damian believe in/know about Santa, but that he is ready to fight him at any given moment but I hope it never stops

[stripeyworm]

your manic pixie dream girl and nightmare bad boy all in one I love binggeyuan sooo much. If I'm MIA, it's because I've fallen into quite the rabbit hole lately and going into hibernation!!

[liampaynememorial]

Honoring Liam Payne: A memorial across time and space

As we continue to process the heartbreaking news of Liam’s passing, I’ve created this tumblr as a space where we can come together and remember him.

Several of you, including some anons, suggested the idea of holding an online memorial, especially for those who can’t attend the services being held in various cities. I believe this is a beautiful way to honor him and support one another.

I’ll be posting more details on Monday, as it’s quite late now and I’ll be travelling tomorrow to attend one of the memorials. But I wanted to get this blog up and running to share a date and a way for us to contribute.

We’ll be holding the online memorial on October 29th. The time doesn’t matter — just join in whenever it’s October 29th where you are, so everyone can participate in their own time. What can you share?

You can contribute in any way that feels right for you —whether it’s edits, fan art, poems, a personal note or letter, song lyrics, gif sets, your favorite photos of him, special moments, stories… Just tag me and I’ll make sure to reblog it.

Please, take care and be gentle with yourselves during this time. I’m sending love and strength to all of you 💕

[nariism]

Could you write Neuvillette blushes so bad when reader called him an otter.

a/n: hi anon! this is cute... yeah guys this is the obligatory neuvillette otter fic on my blog now, enjoy it ●ᴥ●

He shouldn't be feeling jealous. He knows how ridiculous it is to be envious of such a tiny critter, especially one that's been seeking equal amounts of attention from both you and him.

But he can't help it.

"Look!" You hold the otter up into the air, dangling it around in front of his face. The otter trills, curling up into a ball and giving Neuvillette what he can only imagine is the equivalent of puppy-dog eyes.

"Are you sure it is safe to pick it up like that?" Neuvillette murmurs, watching as you peer around the creature with a wide smile.

You're completely ignoring his concerns about scooping up a wild animal, unable to contain your excitement from finally having a chance to grab one of them. "It looks just like you. How cute!"

And he also knows that such a passing comment meant to tease him shouldn't make heat crawl up his neck, but it does anyways.

"How in the world does it look like me?"

Your fingers scratch at the top of the otter's head and it's horrible that all he can imagine is your hands doing the same to him.

You turn the critter around in the air like you're showing off your child, to which the man can only stare in confusion. "White fur, cute face. Even has blue streaks, like your horns!"

"I don't see it." (Correction, he refuses to see it.)

The otter makes another noise and licks his nose, clearly content with being the center of attention. He only scowls, cheeks flushing when he realizes how much you adore the damned thing.

"So adorable," you grin, cradling it in your arms. "Just- just...! So cute!"

He's pretty sure you're malfunctioning with the overload of cuteness. He fares no better, brain melting with every hard-struck realization that you might be calling him cute by extension since you're so insistent about the similarities.

"It..." he clears his throat, losing composure with the second-hand praises. "I suppose."

"You suppose?" You laugh, finally turning your eyes back to him. He almost melts into a puddle right then and there. "You're not jealous, are you?"

"Don't be ridiculous," he immediately refutes, rosy all the way to the tips of his ears.

"Jealous," you insist with a smile, setting the otter back down into the water. It leaves a shell as a parting gift and disappears into the sea.

"I am not jealous." Neuvillette bends down to pick up the shell, unceremoniously shoving it into your hands. You know you've got him then, with his sudden lack of manners.

The Iudex can't be jealous. Especially not over something so silly. But his face is a mortifying shade of pink, both at your passive comments about his similarities to such an adorable creature and your accusations of envy.

Your free hand suddenly lurches forward and grabs him by the face, effectively holding him in place while he falls apart. There's a pretty softness in your expression as you look at him.

"Cute," you tease, and he's melting all over again.

(Neuvillette flops down on the couch that night, face down in your lap. You raise a brow, setting your book down to peer at him curiously.

He's unmoving for a pause, completely still to the point where you wonder if he just instantly fell asleep. But then he shuffles, turning onto his back to look up at you.

Ah, there it is. Something akin to puppy-dog eyes underneath his stone cold expression.

Your fingers scratch gently at his scalp as you continue to read, combing through his long hair. "Knew it," you muse with a smug expression.

He grumbles with red cheeks.)

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

[escespace]

Leon: My king, I didn't think you would participate in today's tournament.

Arthur: I changed my mind

Leon: Didn't you say that you was to remain in the balcony to accompany the visiting Lords?

Arthur: It's a matter of honor!

Gwaine:...

Gwaine: Merlin said Lance would win

Leon: Aaaahhhhh...

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

have a wriothesley doodle

[onlymagpie]

In which Milva asks Regis for a trim, and she finds out about the vampire-mirror phenomenon

[bamsara]

THANK YOU for the AO3 fic download tutorial, especially the file type explanations! I've been wanting to save solar lunacy in case anything happened, but didn't know the "entire work" trick or some file types <333

No problem! And I'm not going to delete Solar Lunacy, it's just restricted to those with AO3 accounts only~

I also learned that they might have changed downloads to auto include the entire work and not just chapters, which is one less step and pretty nice

[esteljune]

Imagine being on the couch with Soap, his body entrusted to you without hesitation.

His crested head resting against your sternum, his broad back pressed against your stomach as the boy's calloused hands cling to your thighs.

Despite being together for a while, Johnny is still nervous to talk to you about his work because there's not much he can tell you, and he's afraid that even that little bit might push you away from him.

He doesn't doubt his own conviction, but he knows it's a choice that doesn't belong to you. He manages to spit out some information about his explosives training, his sniper training, and why they call him Soap.

When he realizes that you don't care whether he's Johnny or Soap, but that he'll always be safe with you, he can't hold back his tongue. He feels a million things, some he's never felt before, others he wouldn't even know how to name.

"Would ye believe me if I told ye I've never been as nervous in front of a bomb as I am now talking about my work tae ye?" he confesses impulsively.

"Yes. Your heart is racing, Johnny." you smile tapping your index finger on his left chest.

"Ah... Away n' bile yer heid." he curses under his breath, because it's true.

He manages to control his breathing and heartbeat long enough to put a bullet in someone's head from dozens of meters away, but he can't control himself in front of a simple conversation with you.

[anya-chalotra]

#it’s not a season of the witcher if jaskier isn’t getting threatened by a mage

[starry-bi-sky]

jason and danny childhood friends au memes (mild spoilers)

[okkotsupaw]

𝓈𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓂𝓃 𝓋𝑜𝓌 ⋆*･ﾟ༄

yuuta okkotsu x f!reader, sub!reader, overstimulation, lots of nicknames, creampie, minors dni or ill cry ♡ 

i moved & reposted ♡

yuuta is barely able to make out the sinful sounds coming out your mouth, not that you were letting out any coherent words anyway, past the way his own heartbeat is violently drumming in his ears.

his slender fingers are painfully digging into the fat of your thigh as he keeps your leg up on his shoulder, his usually empty, haunting gaze now lust-blown, his eyes fixated on the spot where your bodies connect, a shine coating his cock everytime he pulls out halfway, too greedy to ever actually fully pull out of you, only to plunge right back in.

if your poor, puffy folds aren't proof enough of yuuta's insatiable greed which was pushing your body to it's limits, the wet stains on the once crispy white and neatly tucked-in bedsheets, which were now pulled off mattress from all the trashing you were doing, are a testament of it.

"y-yuuta!" you squeak.

as if snapped out of a trance, yuuta blinks once. twice. before he's finally able to tear his eyes off of the way your poor little pussy was forced to stretch around him with every thrust. he looks up your body; the dip of your stomach, a small bulge appearing with every particular deep thrust, your tits, which he had spent time on marking earlier on, bouncing.

he finally meets your gaze: your scrunched up eyebrows, reddened cheeks, the pout on your bruised lips, the glassiness in your eyes from spilt tears which he had kissed away earlier, but seem to threaten to spill again any moment. the thought of it makes his stomach tense. he kind of hopes you do cry again. but then he feels you push against his chest.

"h-hngh, 'm sore.. hurts." your whines are pittiful, and he almost feels bad enough to stop. but everytime he even just tries to pull a few inches out of you, your cute little pussy seems to hug him tighter, contracting around his heavy dick as if pleaing to not leave it empty. and who's he to not comply to your cunts wishes?

"baby, shhh.. shhh. it's okay" he whispers. he let's go of your leg, pushes your legs further apart to make space for himself. yuuta now holds himself up on his veiny forarms on either side of your head. "it's okay, baby. last one. okay? j-just one more for me and we're done.." his words are spoken as he noses along the side of your face, breathing heavily.

the new angle allows him to go deeper, and he knows you don't actually want him to stop by the way you stop digging your nails into his biceps and instead opt to wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him down until his chest presses against your tits.

your eyes flutter open up at him, wet and glassy, and he feels his cock twitch inside you at the sight, a deep sigh from within his chest slipping past his lips. oh lord.

"it's alright. you're okay, pretty baby" he coos sweetly. he swallows hard when he feels your walls tighten around him at his words. “you’ve been so good for me all night long, sweet girl.. just a little more…”

his thrusts don’t stop, but he does go slower now. and deeper. you feel the weight behind his heavy thrusts, feel how he's pressing as deep into you as he can after each time he pulls back. it's unhurried. the shift knocks the air out your chest and makes you mewl pathethically.

you feel the tears welling up, and it makes you hide your face in the crook of his neck. "y-yuu" you whine, "tooo much.." your desperate, choked words are punched out one at a time with each heavy thrust, making your tits bounce.

you dumbly blink up at him when you feel him pull his upperbody away, thinking he was actually about to stop. yuuta just wanted to see your tears again, he thinks you look so pretty like this. as soon as he meets your gaze, he regrets it though. a lot hum escapes him, and he feels his stomach tense again, his cock twitch. and he squeezes his eyes shut for a second to try to not cum on the spot. "fuck.."

yuuta leans down again, nips along your hot cheeks, sighs deeply as he begins thrusting again; still slow and deep. he wets his thumb by swiping it over your lips, collecting your mixed spit and your drool before he gently slips it into your mouth. a quiet airy moan escapes you as you gratefully suckle on his thumb; and he feels the vibrations of your moans around it. "don't cry, kitty.." he coos, "i’ve got you."

"f-feel you s-so deep, yuuta" you choke out between sobs, words muffled by his thumb in your mouth. "i know, sweet girl. feels good, yeah? i know" he whispers. he pulls his thumb out your mouth, and uses your spit as lube to rub circles on your clit. he watches your eyes widen, hears the quiet gasp you let out. "yeah.. that's it." he groans against your lips before his teeth tug at your bottom lip. he doesn't actually kiss you, but his lips brush against yours everytime he thrusts into you.

your legs wrap tightly around his waist to keep him close while your nails dig into his biceps. your high-pitched moans drown out his quiet, deep groans. "o-oh.. p-please, so close, yuu. s-so close, i'm-" yuuta's hand sneaks between your bodies, his hand comes up to cup your tit, jiggling it in his hold. "yeah, baby, me too. fuck, yeah.. good, kitty, that's it" he groans.

you start to tense, the knot in your stomach is dizzying. "c-can i cum? yuuta, c-can i?" you hiccup dumbly, making him tip his head back with his eyes closed. you were too much. your free-flowing tears, the desperate, tight way you were holding him, your dumb sobs, you loved being fucked so much. "yeah, kitty. go ahead. fuck- yeah, cum for me."

"i lov-love you! love you, l-love you so much, yuu" you cry out when the hot build up in your gut finally breaks loose, back arching off the bed until your chest is pressed against his. your desperate melws and the way your pussy is pulsing around him is what sends him over the edge; his brows turn up in pleasure and he squeezes his eyes shut while he presses himself into you as deep as he can, until his oozing tip meets your cervix. "yeah, yeah, fuck- yeah. i love you. god, kitty," his body trembles as he cums, an he grinds into you a few more times, drawing out his orgasm, making you both sigh in fucked-out pleasure.

a few moments pass while you both try to regulate your breathing, before yuuta speaks. "i've got the best baby in the world" he let's out an airy chuckle and nips at your cheek again. "you good, sweet girl?" you nod cutely, your fingers tugging at the hair on his nape. ""m good.." you nuzzle into him, "don't pull out yet?" yuuta chuckles again as he nods, before he presses himself deeper into you again, making sure his cock doesn't slip out. "yeah, yeah, of course baby."