#i am so so so excited to dip my toes in and also just go ham with all that

[janebonbon]

I am so very invested in cashing in my two cents in terms of theories but I am so desprately trying to make my thoughts cohesive. In other news, I love Obsidian for helping me put my thoughts together like this!

[arolesbianism]

Also holy shit it's so nice having a phone that doesn't die in like 2 hours like I was able to watch a video on it while I ate smth and it didn't immediately drop to 40% I can actually use my phone again yayyyyy

[shomixremix]

HOT SPRINGS OF INAZUMA ♥︎

this was inspired by @captainfia 's absolutely amazing art of itto in the bath. wrote this in one go, that's how great the fanart is. thank you for giving me what to write for this wonderful sweet himbo <3

can you tell itto is my favorite

tags: arataki itto, female!reader, fluff, slight angst, smut, sex in a hot spring, established relationship (kinda??), jealousy, mentions of an arranged marriage, forbidden love

-> you decide to unwind after a rough day in the nearby hot spring, only to be met with someone already hogging it - a very large, very handsome, very demon someone.

reqs open!! | minors DNI

dressed in a silk kimono and nothing else, you make your way to the hot spring not far from your house. there is not one but two neatly folded towels in your arms, one significantly larger than the other. even though you couldn't be certain, the smirk on your lips was already anticipating the feeling of a much larger body behind you.

the smirk curls into a full-blown grin as you realize your intuition was right yet again; the big, burly body you knew every crevice and curve of stretched lazily in the bath. you set the towels down on a nearby rock, slipping out your wooden sandals.

you can't help but be in awe of the man, no matter how many times you've seen and felt him before. the red marks adorning his body that you were so familiar with and sometimes oh so desperately traced on your pillow to try and feel him closer never failed to make your lower stomach swirl with arousal. always forgetting your lover was a mythical animalistic being, and therefore, had a very sharp sense of smell.

"fuuuccckkk..." he groaned out as he threw his head back, "don't just stare, love bug, get in here"

you smile at the little petname the demon used, eager hands running down to untie your kimono and let it ruffle against your feet. as soon as it was discarded of your body, you dip your toes in the hot water hesitantly.

it was an understatement to say you had fully expected him to pull you in playfully by your feet, rough-housing you until you were maneuvered onto his lap. yet, the oni does nothing of the sort, his head continuing to hang back in what you assumed was pleasure and tiredness.

you step in further, letting your thighs be submerged by the hot water. only then does he notice your existence, eager, crimson eyes watching you as you float closer to him. 'like an angel', he thinks.

"you're early" slips off your tongue, a loving smile on your face as you look at the oni in front of you. his face stretches out in a toothy grin, a soft blush in his cheeks under the moonlight.

"what's wrong, itto? that excited to see me?" you tease through a chuckle, tempting him as you very slowly move through the water.

"you know i always am, sweets", he teases back, a hint of hunger in the way he's looking at you. however, you also notice a gleam of something that wasn't an ever-present look on his handsome face - exhaustion. the kind which you've only seen from very overworked soldiers and generals.

"you okay, arataki? you look tired"

to your surprise, he doesn't answer the question, submerging deeper into the water until only his chest and head were left uncovered. you make your way over to him, sitting down in his lap, your legs wrapped around each one of his meaty thighs.

"hm? what's wrong, itto?" you repeat your question as your fingers run through his mane, yet to no avail - the oni's arms run to grab your hips, pulling you even closer.

"nothin', baby, everything's just fine. just... tired, a bit."

"aww, my poor oni..." you coo softly as you kiss his neck, trying to further relax your lover, "did the arataki gang stumble into some monsters? is that why you're tired, love?"

he grumbles something incoherently, his claws digging in the softness of your waist and hips. the big, rough-looking demon turns into mush as you kiss him, dishing out quiet praises into your ear.

"mmph, love bug, so good.. so freakin' good to me, baby... missed ya', missed ya' a lot.."

"aww, missed you too, itto!" your final kiss is pressed onto the point where his neck meets his chest, where you nuzzle you head and still. however, your rest is far from guaranteed - you know damn well not a single one of your hot-spring dates could end without itto letting you ride him.

so, just like every other time, the demon pulls you in closer, letting your softness brush lightly over his shaft under the water's surface. you giggle at the all familiar feeling, slowly sinking down on him, just how he likes. just how you like, too.

"ohhh, itto..." you moan into the night. even after so many times and so many nights stolen and spent here, with him, you weren't used to his size. it took a bit of a struggle and one sharp thrust of his hips, but soon you were fully seated on the oni.

much to your dismay, your lover didn't thrust his hips into yours and bury his head into your chest, as always. no, this time he simply laid back, head thrown back as his forearms rested on the hot spring's edges.

your instincts tell you something is wrong - the usually bubbly, excited, restless oni was now slumped and without energy, not even caring for the fact that he was inside you, that he was wrapped in your velvety warmth. your palm reaches to touch his neck, slowly tracing the big, red markings down his torso.

"anything i can do to help, itto?" you ask unsurely. you weren't used to being the one carrying the conversations between the two of you - his much more extroverted personality took care of that. yet, he remained quiet. too quiet.

"jus' stay like that for a lil' while, sweets, hmm?" he mumbled, enjoying the warmth of his bath.

"i brought all kinds of soaps and oils.." you hum, a hand running through his mane, "would you like me to help you wash off, oni?"

arataki only nods, letting out a large sigh as you shift a bit on his lap so you could grab the toiletries. his sigh turns into a groan as soon as your hands meet his body again, massaging every defined muscle with a mixture of dendrobium oil and sakura petals. his eyes never shift towards your body, head thrown back from the pleasure.

now that he was completely cleaned of any musk from a hard day's work - aka running around and playing adventurers with the gang - his usual self still hasn't emerged, making your eyebrows scrunch in worry.

he wasn't very willing to talk, you knew. yet you needed a way to make him feel even an ounce better.

your own neediness and the fact that itto never once before denied your pleasure made you roll your hips to his, earning a slight groan from him. that only encouraged you more, rolling your hips again, and again, and again...

"shiiittt, sweets.." he howled, his tense muscles relaxing into your touches. how you loved every curve of that enormous body... your hands go over his pillow-y pecs, across his defined abs that always make you drool and all the way down to his belly button and the little happy trail that, indeed, made you very happy. your roll your hips again, desperate for his attention. the warmth of the bath wasn't enough - you needed the warmth of the oni.

as he gets more desperate, his grip on your hips becomes tighter and tighter. you know he's close to snapping, his hips shallowly thrusting into your warmth. to get him to loosen up completely, you lay your body forward, nuzzling your face into his neck, right under his ear.

"itto.." you breathe into him, "fuck me. please. i've looked forward to this all day..."

no matter how tired, those weren't words any oni could ignore - let alone an oni desperately in love. in cruel, tangled, messy love.

"fuck, baby..." he groans, giving you a rough thrust, "missed ya' too.."

his pace picks up and suddenly, he's hunched forward, handsome face nestled in the crook of your neck, big, beefy biceps wrapped around your waist. his sharp fangs grazed your skin, always careful not to leave a mark.

"don't.. hah.." the usually over-confident itto hesitated. he hesitated!

"don't go, baby, yeah? lemme bring you to the gang, you know everyone loves ya', they'll be more than.. fuck! more than excited to see i finally brought ya' home"

the look in your eyes changes from one of pure arousal to a saddened one, your hand running to cradle his cheek.

"you know i can't, arataki.." you coo, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "i'd love to, i'd love to stay in a tent with you forever, but..."

there was no need to finish that sentence. itto knew well why you couldn't - that, however, didn't make it any easier.

"yeah, yeah, i know" he grumbled, obviously saddened himself.

"'ts not fair! i see ya' maybe once a week, love bug, it's drivin' me fuckin' crazy!"

you hug him tight as he continues pounding into you, each word followed by an upset, feverish thrust.

"i know, it hurts me too, love.. i miss you every day, more than you know.. i miss you, and your arms, and your body, and your horns, and-"

"and being bounced like this in my lap, yeah? that what you miss the most, sweets?" he teases through a smirk, grabbing on to you almost possesively.

you laugh sweetly, pressing a kiss to his temple. "i do, i really do. but that's not what i miss the most. you, all of you, are what i miss the most"

suddenly, you let out a sigh, struggling to say your next words. "you know, that commissioner recently came to ask for my hand..."

you could practically hear his heart breaking as his thrusts slowed.

"oh, uh.." he cleared his throat, trying to mask his sadness, "congrats, love bug. you'll..." he swallows hard, his words physically hurting him.

"you'll be sucha good wife"

but not his wife, like you wanted to be. that thought was breaking your heart into a cajilion pieces.

"itto, i- i don't want to stop seeing you..." you choke out, "you know i'd go with you if i could"

"so then go with me!" he almost growls, a hint of irritation and fear in his voice. "come home with me, baby, i'll marry ya' instead. i'll let ya' pick out wherever to live and i'll give ya' as many little oni's as you'd like. hell, sweets, i'll retire from the gang if that's what you ask-"

you shut him up with a bittersweet kiss, tears streaming down your face as you're being bounced in his lap.

"i can't!" you cry, "i can't and it's killing me! i want that too, itto, i wanna run away and stay with you! but i can't, i can't and i'm gonna go crazy if we stop seeing each other because of my future husband!"

once again buried in your shoulder, itto continues rocking into you and groans. he's hiding your face, and you know why - he doesn't want you to see just how devastated he is.

"fuck, never gonna stop seein' ya', love bug.. never... and don't even give a fuck that you'll have to explain to your fuckin' husband why all your babies have horns, why each and every one of 'em looks nothin' like him..."

you laugh at his statement. you want to reply something, but all that comes out of your mouth is a moan of his name.

"yeah, that's right.. that's right, fuck, baby, yeah? not his name, yeah? not on his lap, not his face buried in these pretty tits, not coming around his dick, hm? yeah, yeah!"

you can do nothing but nod your head in agreement, way too absorbed by euphoria to form words.

"that's it, that's it sweets, yeah? 'ts okay, 'ts okay, baby, come. fuck, come around my dick, will ya'? come on your oni, make sure they all know that a demon fucked ya', that a demon none of them would get even close to stuffed ya' full, hm? wanna have you dripping at the thought of me as you marry him, yeah?"

you could hear the jealousy practically dripping from his words as he lost himself in his thrusts, hips eagerly chasing his high. you obey his command, reaching your peak and collapsing on his chest as you ride the waves of pleasure. the smell of sakura petals from his skin hits your nose, and suddenly, you never want to leave his perfectly, inescapably safe touches.

"ooohhh, fuckkkkk, baby..." he groans as he finally finds his release, shallowly thrusting into you as rope after rope of warmth fill your insides. after a few moments he stills, arms wrapped tightly around you.

you stay in his embrace the rest of the night, letting him peck at the skin of your shoulders and neck while you gently bite his beefy body. not a word was said, both of you far too afraid to speak. this might have been the last time you ever see each other, and neither of you wanted to ruin the comfortable afterglow of your love-making.

soon, the time of your return comes and you have to unwillingly unglue yourself from his arms. you get out of the spring, dressing back into your robe as you hand him a towel, your legs still slightly wobbly.

"goodbye, my oni" you say shakily, pressing a feathery kiss right above his lips.

"see you next week in here, sweets" he says, but he can't be certain of that - he can't be certain he'll ever see you again.

"yeah," you whisper, eyes full of tears, "see you, itto"

you turn around, leaving back to your estate with waterfalls of tears pouring down your cheeks. you could still faintly feel your grip on him as you lie alone in your bed, only the image of his crimson eyes and white mane running through your mind.

your oni. the man you love. the man who loves you, endlessly.

the demon you can't be with. because demons and pretty commissioner's daughters didn't go together in inazuma.

you sigh as you look out your window, your view spreading to the yashiori island, knowing your love was somewhere out there, asleep under the stars, probably dreaming of you. tears fill your eyes once more as you look around your room, the supplies you collected over the past few weeks lying readily.

soon, you'd escape, and run away to itto. you weren't giving up on him, and you begged all seven archons for him not to give up on you, too.

[intriga-hounds]

some updates

i’ve been really busy lately. so busy i don’t really engage online a whole lot anymore. i feel pretty disconnected from dogdom in general, but also from the silken world. then again, every time i dip my toe back in, i just think, “oh yuck.”

work has been going well, but i’ve been so stressed about making things go well that my hair is falling out and my health continues to be poor. planning on seeing a dermatologist and hopefully getting more exercise back into my life soon. honestly everything is going really well except my body finding new ways to let me down lmao

planning on breeding ponzu mid spring, and i’m determined to make that a source of joy instead of more stress. 😌 she has appointments with three different vets next month to get things rolling: regular vet for titers/vaccine updates, repro vet for consultation, and our sports vet to get her fat n buff before her pregnancy. i’ve been revisiting avidog and puppy culture and myra’s books among other things, plus just enjoying my good girl. with @pippindot’s help, we landed our first choice stud and i’m very very excited about the temperaments that i know will come out of this pairing.

baz is excelling at nose work. his instructor thinks very highly of him and said he has been progressing “by leaps and bounds.” he loves it and it is a fantastic outlet for him. due to his severe temperament issues, bazzy’s world has continuously gotten smaller the past three years, and i’m thrilled that with nose work, we’ve managed to make it a little bigger.

sivi is feeling a bit left out, so he’s coming to work with me on friday while i finish grading finals and cleaning up my classroom. he’ll get to do a few nose work hides and do a big sprint on the baseball field, but best of all, he’ll get me all to himself for the day.

as for ollie, i am missing him. i still go to let him out every morning and he isn’t there. i picked up his ashes today, so it finally feels permanent. luckily, caring for him to a ripe old age, plus knowing with certainty i made the right choice has made things easier.

i am sooooo ready for a break. this will be the first time i have no grading, planning, or presenting to do since august!!!!!!!

[kfedup]

Regretsy no more

Hey, y'all. It's the lurker here.

I've been in the funkiest of funkless funks for the past few months and over the past few weeks, I've been unpacking why. Seeing how much I'm isolating because of a constellation of health-related issues and generalized depression. Have been considering trying meds. But one thing keeps coming to the surface and I finally decided it's time to deal with it.

The one thing is the only thing in my life that I regret. That thing is never having finished my bachelor's degree.

I'm twice divorced, have lost several important friendships, and moved more times than I can count to places I didn't really want to live to maintain relationships I should have never entered in the first place, but I wouldn't trade any of those things. I don't feel regret about them. Why would I? I discovered who I am and who I am not because I experienced those things. Each of them allowed me to learn how to repair what's possible and how to let go of that which is complete.

I'm very good at this marketing copywriting work but I'm bored senseless. I want to challenge myself and taking online workshops is fine but it's just more interacting through a screen and lord love a duck, my spirit needs more. Plus, I am not using my gifts of communication, empathy, mirroring, and holding space for others in the way I know I am meant to use them. For two years I've felt like I'm wasting what's left of my life.

I am so afraid I will die full of this regret.

The cost has kept me from pulling the trigger on this dream for several years. I wish I started sooner, but clearly, I wasn't miserable enough yet. I'm well and truly stuck in the muck at the bottom of the lake about it now. There's nothing left to do but swim to the surface, so here I go.

Today I applied as a transfer student to the Psychology program at Kent State University to start classes this summer. It will probably take me 3 years to finish the 2 years I have left because I'm a single-income household and will have to work. I'm terrified I won't be able to manage both, but I hope I can rally.

I'm not sure if I'll continue on to get the Psych MA at KSU or go elsewhere to get an MA in Art Therapy after I finish the BA. I also want to get certified in Internal Family Systems therapy, so I'll be 63ish or older starting a new career as a therapist and I feel excited about my future for the first time in... well... I don't even know. A very long time.

I want a career that feels meaningful to me, helps people instead of businesses, and lets me use my gifts. One I can do until I'm dead because I'mma need to work until they're spreading my ashes.

I plan to take a class this summer to dip my toes in.

Holy shit, y'all. Lila will be a senior and I will be a junior on the same campus. She's so supportive and I've been crying happy-scared-overwhelmed-curious-excited tears all day.

Kelly's going back to college. Holy shit.

[sturniolopanini]

Skinny Dipping - Matthew Sturniolo

P2

(P1)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of nudity, kissing, skinny dipping, angst and light fluff

CHARACTERS - 7197        

WORDS - 1374

A/N: part 2 and I was lowkey panicked on how do I even coordinate the rest of this series anyway enjoy 😘😘(uhm lowkey glitched did not mean to post p3 first😭😭)

| if we could take it all off and just exist

y/n - pink

Matt - blue

 Summary: With y/n being so smitten about her interaction with Matt, she was extremely excited when he asked to hang out again later that week. What she never expected is to end up kissing her ex naked in a lake….and realizing they ended an amazing relationship from fights that were never as deep as they made it to be…

    We had exchanged numbers after our little chat in the coffee shop. Id never been more excited to talk to my ex before, a statement I never thought I’d say. I also realize I’ve never actually thought back on our relationship after I’d gotten over our break up. Looking back just to realize how fucking dumb our fights were. I can’t tell you a single one…

     I started to panic as every time I think about Matt from those brief minutes we talked a couple days ago, my heart flutters and my face immediately runs into a smile. I have this undeniable feeling about him. He’s so pretty and charming and handsome and kind, he’s so much that I just want.

     So I can tell you how my heart raced and my face lit up as I got a text from him around 8 PM asking if I can be his getaway escape for the night? Even if it might not sound super sweet and very fuck-boyish, it’s Matt. And just like he told me earlier this week he needed an escape from everything so I just wanna embark on this adventure with him if that makes sense. 

     We met up at this little thrift store and drifted away from the huge public eye, going for a walk pretty much.

     “It feels so weird to see you after high school- you’ve changed….a lot”

     He chuckles softly in a way that tells me that he thinks I’m either the prettiest or the ugliest girl he’s ever seen. I’ll take my chances with prettiest

     “I mean- so have you, aren’t you this huge influencer ‘everybody wants me’ guy now?”

     I’m glad the sun is down so he can’t exactly tell how much I’m blushing. To brush our stupid past under the rug and fill up our conversation with nostalgia and good memories really brought a feeling I haven’t felt since I was in Boston. With him, it felt like I was already home just tip toeing outside on the wet grass after the rain. 

     “well I’m not sure everyone wants me……do you?”

     His sudden question stopped me in my tracks, did he just ask if I wanted him? My eyes slightly widened as I stand practically frozen on the sidewalk. I was so confident about him but now I’m freezing up panicked when I’m supposed to say something that would make him blush. I think he notices my hesitation in his question and how flustered and shocked I am.

     “-wanna go skinny dipping? Do you, want to go skinny dipping- I meant….”

     Nice save….was that a nice save? He pretty much just asked an eye widening question and changed it with a jaw dropping question. I can tell even from just the street lights that he’s blushing hard. He points behind me and I quickly glance, seeing this little lake area. It’s dark outside and nobody would see us….is it worth it? I say screw it, this is the biggest sign of all to jump to take it all off and just exist with him. So I can imagine his surprised reaction when he realizes I didn’t decline his offer completely…

     “I say fuck it!”

     My heartbeat immediately picks up as I grab his hand and start rushing towards the lake. Reaching the end of the dock I glance back at him with an excited smile on my face. One that confirms how fast my blood is pumping. Turning the opposite way, I pull my shirt over my head then tear my jeans down my legs. At this point I don’t even care if he’s looking or if he’s doing the same thing as me cause I slide my underwear down and unclip my bra. Hearing his splash and scream right before mine

     The water is surprisingly warm at first, but the deeper I go the colder it gets. Laughing hard as I rise up out of the water, wiping my eyes and swimming over towards him. My heart is racing faster than I’ve ever felt it. There’s no way he can see me naked it’s too dark here.

     For a moment we just stare at eachother, our little laughs fill the silence for a moment before it goes completely silent. Only hearing the leaves, bugs, and the water sloshing around. I feel the tension between us, and how hot my cheeks are even In this decently cold body of water… 

     Even years passing by and we still have this small connection, it’s like we don’t have to say any words but there’s so much being said between our looks. I never understood how I can feel so much for someone like him, yet barely any words being said. This whole night on our little walk I was crushing on him so hard it’s almost as if I was 17 again in my room tossing and turning unable to sleep at night thinking of him. 

     “Your eyes are gorgeous under the moonlight…”

     Of course he has to say that, he always knows how to get my blushing even harder than I already am. Get me more smitten than anyone. He reaches his hand out and brushes a strand of my hair behind my ear. I pay close attention to his hand as he does, I gulp quietly. My heart thumping against my chest.

     We slowly and slowly get closer to each other, I can feel the water he’s moving around with his feet by now. Up close, the tension so thick that it would break my knife if I tried to cut it. He leans in slowly, tilting his head to the side, and kisses me!

     I retaliate almost immediately, kissing him back slowly and enjoyably. Enjoying this toe curling moment, his lips are so warm and smooth, so perfect. My breath shaky, my heart racing. Trying to savor this moment as I caress the side of his face, sliding to his neck and running my fingers up the back of his head as I play with his hair. 

     I pretty much forget we’re naked in the dark, swimming and making out in the public. What if our clothes get stolen? What if someone takes a photo and posts it online and my mom sees? What if his fans go all ballistic on me and I get death threats for simply being in love….is that a stretch? Being in love…maybe it’s been barely a week or just a couple hours but I don’t know if I’m exaggerating it. I loved the old him for sure, and he seems the same. I’ve never felt so much for someone before…

     “y/n- not to freak you out but I’m almost positive there’s an alligator like 10 feet away”

     He pulls away from the kiss- for that? To scare the living shit out of me? Cause it does, I immediately pull away with a gasp and a hurry to reach shore. Swearing under my breath. I can hear his soft laughter as we rush to reach the dock. And my brief screams as well. Now this really got my heart racing cause I felt like my legs were going to get fucking bitten off by an alligator. Would make for a cool story at least.

     “You bitch there’s no alligator!”

     I slide my clothes back on, even if I’m soaking wet, glancing at the water and seeing nothing in the water. squinting at him with a smirk of ‘what’s your deal here, pal’

     “I swore I saw one! It’s not just like I wanted to get out of the freezing water-“

     I roll my eyes and slide my shirt back on, quickly wringing my hair out and looking back at him. I guess the water as cold but it’s not like I was freezing. Sucks for him then. 

     “It was never cold, you chicken!”

     But it’s all back to normal, for the rest of the night I’ll be thinking about him in my sleep and being so giddy as I hug my pillow. We end up talking the rest of the night and being so flirty with each other. Thinking about him on my drive home, smiling to the thought of him. The night was perfect….and I miss him already…

A/N: is this good enough 🥺🙏 (lmao I feel like she’s a little too in love uhm and that’s completely my fault but let’s just say she’s definitely a lover! but for context let’s say all her feelings from highschool resurfaced and she never stopped loving him even if it took her years to realize that

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@camzeecorner

[peachpety]

Upon reflecting this past year, I’m reminded of one area as a fandom citizen that i am lacking - reading fic. And so was born an idea to canvas my fandom family and friends to share with me a fic they've written, art they've created, a podfic they've recorded in 2023 of which they are most proud.

This two part 'rec yourself' list is the result.

Part One features Drarry creations (heavily featured since that's my OTP). Part Two (here) includes a kick-ass mix of various HP ships and ships from other fandoms, including Carry On, Check Please!, Good Omens, Teen Wolf, and Stranger Things. Also, and most importantly, each entry presents a smol blurb from the creator about why they chose their particular piece as their 2023 favorite.

For ease in reading, I've also placed all submitted works posted to AO3 into a filterable bookmark collection, Rec Yourself 2023. Be aware that there's a range of ratings and archive/creator tags, so please, take appropriate responsibility for your personal consumption. And please also be sure to shower the creators with kudos and lovely comments.

Y'all. This endeavor has been a fucking blast. One thing's for sure, I am blessed, humbled and honored to know a whole bunch of fantastic, brilliant, fun folks. Big love to you all, and thank you for participating.

So go forth. Indulge and enjoy! xo peach

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✩ @pato-roldnart ✩ Quiet as a mouse HP | Viktor Krum x Ron Weasely | ART | G rating | Unleashed!Fest 2023 I'm quite proud of this one, I don't know how I made it, I had never drawn them before! My mind went full "oh yeah ronvik " Also, I like the idea of them bonding over their pets and Ron seeing that Viktor cares about something else that is not Quidditch.

✩ @tontonguetonks ✩ Coffee and a Croissant HP Next Gen | Scorpius x Albus | 903 FIC | G rating There are parts of myself and my lived experience in every story and character I write—how I socialize, how I take my coffee… I can’t help it. In *Coffee and a Croissant*, I put a lot of myself in my ace and autistic Albus. He is very dear to me in this story, and in my Fizzy Lifting Drinks drabble. The fic is just a toe-dip in the Soulmate waters where Albus grapples with what to do if he is someone’s Soulmate, but they’re not his. Parts 2 and 3 are in the works, but there is no timeline on either of them. Maybe in 2024?

✩ @crazybutgood ✩ I Bloom Pink For You HP | Narcissa Malfoy x Pansy Parkinson | 993 FIC + ORIGAMI COMIC | M rating | HP Bodice Ripper Fest 2023 This whole idea came about because I got so excited to fold a corset for hp bodice ripper fest, realised I couldn't just submit that one thing, and started brainstorming more loose ideas. It all clicked together when I was inspired by a fic by @schmem14, whose writing I adore. I was so grateful and even more excited when Em gave permission to make this. From there started the self-indulgent process of folding fancy things with fancier papers for this origami comic, and I couldn't have done it without Em and my lovely support team.

✩ @seekercass ✩ Something Cosmic HP | Cedric x Draco x Harry | 1.7k FIC | M rating | Polyship Week 2022 A self-rec that I am still extremely proud of is a short fic written for Polyshipping Week 2022 called Something Cosmic. It's a small coda to Something Good to Always Keep, another fic that I wrote for Quidditch Fest 2021 that I cherish very much. Even though writing is still hard for me these days, I often think about this 'verse and what life is like for Harry, Draco and Cedric after they graduated from Oxford. These three and slice of life bring me such joy. I hope to write more of them.

✩ @roseharpermaxwell ✩ Sounds Worth It HP | Hermione x Draco | 5k FIC | T rating | D/Hr Advent 2023 Being nominated for d/hr advent was a sweet surprise. It gave me a good excuse to remember how to write and the nudge I needed to create something this year.

✩ @basicallyahedgehog ✩ (They) Keep Me Warm HP | Hermione x Harry x Ron | 5.8k FIC | E rating | HP Trans Fest 2023 This was my transfest fic - I wrote it as a love letter to all my trans and Enby friends and as a way of processing some of my own feelings. It’s my first (and so far only) foray into poly golden trio and I loved playing with their dynamics with that added layer to their relationship.

✩ @lumosatnight ✩ For I Have Found Salvation HP | Harry x Severus | 7.1k FIC | E rating | Snarry AUctoberfest 2023 Although this is a smut fic at its core, I tried really hard to make the pacing flow, bringing in background characters, and creating memorable imagery. I am very proud of how it turned out. However, this is probably my favorite fic from 2023 simply for the fact that I had the most fun writing it!

✩ @sugareey-makes-stuff ✩ Feel You Breathing Teen Wolf | Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski | 8.4k TEXTING FIC | E rating | 2023 Year of the OTP This is my fav 2023 piece because I learned how to create a custom text message AO3 skin, stylize things for plain text reading, and I wrote a whole story  that had some plot that was told through text messages. Also, I did not know I could achieve so much spiciness and throw in so many bad pick-up lines through this medium, but hey, the more you know! XD

✩ @schmem14 ✩ Mastermind HP | Harry x Ron; Draco x Harry; Ron x Draco | 10.7k FIC | E rating | Dronarry Fest 2023 This is one of the few times a story just flew out of me. Possessive stalker Draco sets out to win over Ron in this creepy thriller, but there’s a catch: Ron is already in love with Draco’s boyfriend, Harry.

✩ @drwhoisginnyholmes & @fledglinger ✩ Not Bad, For A 6000 Year Old Classic! Good Omens | Aziraphale x Crowley | 11.8k FIC + ART | E rating | DIWS Reverse! Reverse! Mini Bang

✩ @sniperjade ✩ The Sounds of Us HP Marauders | Regulus x Remus | 20.4k FIC | M rating | Remus Lupin Fest 2023; HPFC Spring Fling 2023 I've been thinking about this for a couple of days and whilst I would really love to say it was the drarry I wrote for this fest last year my favourite would have to be this moonseeker I wrote for Remus Lupin Fest last year. It's my favourite because I lived this fic. It became the entirety of my personality for a whole month because I desperately needed to get to the chapter where Regulus was riding on Padfoots back, through the forbidden forest, with only the light of the full moon to guide them, just to try and help Remus. It's also just because it's very musical and I'm very musical so that makes me love it all the more.

✩ @ghaniblue ✩ Sleeping With Ghosts HP | Regulus x Draco x Harry | 21.9k FIC | M rating | Harry Potter Rare Pair Fest IV I posted a Regulus/Harry/Draco fic last month that I'm very fond of. I started writing it more than 1 1/2 years ago, before I ever read a single Regulus fic. It's triad fic, and I'm pretty proud of the way the individual relationships develop. That was important to me, and I think I succeeded. Posting the first fic on ao3 with this triad tag doesn't hurt either.

✩ @celilasart & @wolfspurr ✩ Shifted Teen Wolf | Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski | 25k FIC + ART | T rating | Sterek Reverse Bang This work was created for sterek reverse bang, a collaboration fest where the artists create first and the writers write second. wolfspurr and I just clicked when we talked about my art and the things that it inspired in their writer brain ;D the result is just an amazingly sweet and wholesome fic, that is still set in the teenwolf universe as we know it. but unlike many other fics which are full of violence and danger, this one starts with a bang and then it is a beautifully woven story of two people who just complete each other. also... the working title for my art was: tiny fox & sour wolf.

✩ @orange-peony ✩ At the speed of light Carry On | Basilton Pitch x Simon Snow | 26.3k FIC | E rating I picked [this fic] because I had a lot of fun writing it! It started off as a drabble and ended up 26k because I just had a blast writing it and the fandom support was so lovely. Last but not least, Pato made an absolutely stunning art piece for this fic, and it was the best present ever.

✩ @wynnyfryd ✩ i don’t know, you figure it out Stranger Things | Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson | 35.4k WIP FIC | E rating bragging about yourself is difficult, but i’ll just say it’s my favorite because i’m proud of myself for sticking to one project for this long, i love all the artwork the fic has inspired, and i just think the line “the river styx must taste like pennies” fucks severely lmao.

✩ @decaflondonfog ✩ growing pains Check Please! | Eric Bittle x Kent Parson | 50k FIC | T rating i am not usually a long fic gal, which i think is in part lack of patience, but also how attached i get to a universe if i’m working on it for a longer period of time. i finished writing this back in june but this fic felt very “me” in many ways and i think about them so often still  so it’s definitely my 2023 creation i’m proudest of!

[laurfilijames]

Heyyyy love! Okay, Idk if you have spoken about this before but what inspired you to write Breathe? Other than Will being scrumdelicious. But how long did it take you to think up the idea of it and then get it into writing ?? 😇

I actually haven't ever been asked this and I've been so excited to answer it despite how long it's been sitting in my inbox (I'm sorrrryyyyyyyyy 😭)

Long story short; the first time I watched Triple Frontier I KNEW I needed to write for Captain William ‘Ironhead’ Miller and the moment he stepped onto that stage, he owned every part of me.

To make the story longer; Charlie once again was so captivating playing his role and added so much depth to his character and gave more than enough to embellish on.

Will Miller is seriously my idea of a perfect man.

Looks? Check.

Military personnel? Check.

Wounded Warrior (mentally and physically)? Check.

Strong and masculine? Check.

Devoted to his duty and brothers (in the literal sense as well, hi Benny 👋🏻). Check.

Able to keep his shit together (mostly, also see; Benny). Check.

I'll stop myself before I get too carried away because I can go on forever as to all the reasons why I love this man.

So after the first time I watched it, I immediately started it over and watched it again.

And then again.

And again.

It was like an epiphany. I HAD to write for Will Miller.

I'd say by the next day, I already had plans to write for him, and the main premise of Breathe was noted down in a mish-mash of thoughts in a document.

I knew Will would be suffering long-term with his PTSD and reader would be helping through it all while they fell in love (hello, hurt/comfort 🤤).

I had just started my own gym journey at the time and was obsessed with being there and feeling good and was discovering how difficult training can be. (Still to this day when I'm struggling with something at the gym I imagine the TF boys and everything they've gone through, and picturing a sweaty, pumped-up Will is all the fuel I need to push myself). To me, it all plays in with Will’s character so much and knowing Charlie is so dedicated to physical activity whether for himself or for a role, it helped to inspire this idea of reader and Will hitting it off between sets 🥵

When I wrote the first chapter I really wasn't sure if it would successfully turn into a series. I had ideas of course (and smut to fulfill!) but it was a quick 1.8k that was sort of “take it or leave it” and was my intro to writing for the Charlie fandom. Dipping my toes if you will.

And then the second chapter came. And then the third quickly after.

I was hooked.

I wrote four chapters that I was so proud of and then my muse went in other directions (Jax, Jay and Pete were lurking) and then it took me a few days shy of a year to make the next update.

I had a few encouraging friends to help that next chapter happen and now the series has exploded with interest and I am in constant awe at the response!

I've really pushed myself with expanding on plot and adding a level of angst I never have before, and I only have my friends and readers to thank for being so enthusiastic about it and helping inspire me as I go. 💗

I have plans to finish the series within a chapter or two, something I’ve never done in my writing career (the thought is so bittersweet 🥲) but most of my stand-alone Will fics can easily tie in to this story, and I know I will always write for him even after this story is ‘completed’.

I'm not sure if this is at all the answer you were looking for 😅 but I'm so grateful for you asking it and again I'll apologize for taking so long to answer! I just love this series and talking about it always breathes (lol) new life into it and keeps me motivated to keep going!

THANK YOU!! 😘💗

[lady-bess]

A Lady Bess announcement!

Bess is back in their writing nook, and things are about to take a turn! There is a new series on the horizon!

Well, this one might be a little too niche, but oh well! I need my boys together in the same universe somehow.

"Lost in the West" - a Doctor Who x Kingsman crossover (11th Doctor/Jack Daniels/Reader) is in the works! (Rating TBC)

For those of you who are new to my blog, or haven't had the misfortune of me talking your ear off about it, I grew up with Doctor Who. I got into it with 9, adored 10, and I would go on to really enjoy 12. But 11? Dear readers, I fell in love, and I fell hard. Rumour has it I still haven't got back up, fourteen years later.

*whispers* the rumours are true

Writing for the Doctor Who franchise is actually how I got started with fic writing. When I was 13 I wrote a full Wattpad story on my iPod Touch Gen.2 (a blast from the past, am I right?), but it would be another six years before I started on A03. Before I was LadyBess, I was MrandMrsDoctor, and I uploaded a handful of stories back in 2018.

Some of them didn't live to see today - I used to write RPF for the cast, and while I think some RPF definitely has its place from an artistic standpoint, mine did not age well at all. It wasn't anything crass, not by a long shot. But those stories no longer reflect me as a writer.

But, the rest remain! And I'd like to dip my toe back into writing for Doctor Who/11 specifically - I revisited the franchise in November with my story "Run", and it was lovely to see it get some traction. Also good to know I don't just write for Kingsman 🤭

So, what will this story entail?

Well, we're still in the rough draft stage at the moment, so I can't give away too much. This post is just to get y'all excited! But let's just say that there'll be a trip to a small town in the American West, and we'll meet a very familiar looking cowboy...

But what will happen when your time is over, and you're supposed to leave?

I'll do posts about this as it develops more! As with Fallout, I'll personally want to have written a good amount of this before I start publishing. But updates and artwork will start arriving soon!

Like what you just read? Drop me a follow! And if you want to read something from either the Kingsman or Doctor Who franchise in the meantime, check out my Masterlist! All my Doctor Who fics still live over on A03 only, but they're in my Masterlist nonetheless.

With love, Lady Bess xox

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Lofty, how would you advise someone of the fear of becoming an adult?

I’m almost 17 and I am terrified of being an adult, because in just over a year I’ll need to have my whole life figured out, I’ll need to have a college that’s already accepted me, I’ll need a job, I’ll need to know exactly what I’m going to do and when, and I’ll have to do everything entirely on my own. I’m not ready for any of this, I still feel 14, I never had a chance to get used to having more freedom as I got older because everything was closed down for 2 1/2 years, and I’m terrified of suddenly having a bunch of freedom and a bunch of responsibilities and I don’t know what to do.

Sorry for the rant

I remember when I turned 18 I thought it was this big deal, like wow I'm an adult now, I need to do all these responsible things, I need to be able to take care of myself, know what I'm doing, etc.

Let me tell you, hon: nobody knows what they want to do when they're 18. I didn't finally settle into a career until I was 28. The majority of your 20s is spent trying to figure that out. And a lot of people still are searching well into their adulthood.

You don't have to have your whole life figured out. All you need is an idea, and to follow it. You still have time. If something sounds interesting, pursue it, research it, do an internship. Dip your toes into so many puddles until you find something you like, and then try to pursue that. And if it doesn't work, it doesn't work out, and that's okay. People change their majors a million times in college. I was originally going to go to medical school, then thought about nursing school but was too late to switch, then physician assistant school, then medical school, and finally went to nursing school. It's going to be okay. <3

There will be a steep learning curve, depending on what you do about school and work, but that doesn't mean everything is going to change all at once. Change is scary, but it's always going to happen. Always take things one day at a time. I find it helpful to have like a big, vague goal and then the future can deal with itself - I can orient big things around that vague goal, but outside of that I just take life one day at a time. I ask God to get me through each day and we make it together.

Also, a lot of people--nearly everyone, really--totally gets that at 18 you don't have it all figured out. After all, we've all been there! Give yourself some grace, those around you will do so as well. ;)

The world is a big, scary place, but it's also beautiful and wonderful and exciting! You still have time, and you'll be okay. <3

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Get to Know the Writer Questionnaire

Taking the open tags from @the-golden-comet here and @illarian-rambling here!

Rules: answer the questions!

Basics

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine!

I think it was November of 2022.

What led you to create it?

Twitter was going down so I moved elsewhere.

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

The engagement and overall positivity! I was surprised how welcoming everyone was, and how touched I was when people gave compliments and how excited I was when people expressed interest!

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

Well I'm always open to chat about whatever though I do have mild social anxiety. I'm always hyper analyzing whether I did something wrong or whatever. So if I come across as awkward I'm trying my best but I am always being genuine!

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

Hm. This is a hard one. I guess I just wish I saw more interaction and engagement in people's work? Idk, it's always there, and I love seeing it, but having full conversations about each other's OCs and WIPs aren't as common. So idk more of that!

WIPs

Which WIPs or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

Mainly I'm working on TSP but occasionally I'll dip my toes into SOTL again. Whenever I get an idea for a side project I barely have anything for, I'll write it down and get obsessed with it for a while.

And I also have a side project where I write reviews and analyses of TV shows or movies but I haven't gone back to it in a while despite having live notes of several movies and TV episodes in drafts.

How long have you been working on them?

TSP - spring of 2013, technically

SOTL - first came into my brain I think 2014-2015 but the first draft was 2015-2016

The first media analyses I wrote were in 2019 I think.

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

TSP - I liked fairies as a kid due to the Rainbow Magic series, but thought I was too old for fairies so when I was assigned to write a fictional story I wrote about kids with powers

SOTL - I loved different takes on fairy tales due to The Land of Stories and wanted to write my own

Analyses - getting Disney+ because I unironically had always wanted to review every single Disney movie so I did. It extended after I watched two seasons of DC's Titans (the live action one) and I hated it so much I shat out 10k+ words in a single fever driven day

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

Pretty often, I'd think, unless I'm deep in a hyperfixation stage of an existing show.

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

"Fantasy mostly."

Name any characters you created.  Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

For TSP the characters I've put any effort into characterizing include: Lexi Morgan, Maddie Morgan, Ash Hathaway, Gwen Amante, Noelle Bishop, Rose Hernandez, Kelsey Newman, Robbie Stafford, Akash Singh, Jedi Moon, Carmen Asghar, Carla Baxter, George Baxter, Liam Beaumont, Ewan Traeger, Jazlyn Nyambura, Wade Attwood, Parker Cassidy, Tyler Nakashima, Gabriel Medina, Niri Shyaka, Sam Stafford, Hye-Jin Song, Alex Vaughn, Issa Johansen, CJ Reynolds, Wendy Amante, Anathi Makeba, Teo Nguyen, Xitlali Zepahua, Atsila McLain, and Raissa Kamanzi. Everyone else is insignificant.

For SOTL, I have so many OCs I have no idea who the relevant ones will be. So far, the most are Jack McDonald, Tierney Wayne, Úrsula Lobo, Beau Bellerose, and Bai Xue. Again, so far. I have so many characters for this it's not even funny.

And then there's the others from my other works but I'll stop there.

Who’s the most unhinged?

I'm not entirely sure who's the most. Parker is the most chaotic but Carmen is just the character, y'know? Jack I give whoever I want and Zainab of SOTL is pretty insane.

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Probably Robbie, honestly. The way his brain works and goes on random tangents is very similar to me. He's like if I was extraverted sometimes.

Do you ever cringe at them?

All the time.

How much control do you feel you have over your characters?  AKA, do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others?

I only have minimum control. I decide what to do with them but then they say "how about this instead?" And I listen to them all the time. Ash is the most uncooperative one, though. But Noelle has been given me trouble recently. She's told me I need to change her role in Part One. It's frustrating. But awesome.

Interaction

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on AO3, etc.

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES I love questions about my characters!! And no I don't have a preference, although AO3 would be hard because I don't have an account. Any way of interacting with me that you can, I love to hear the comments!

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes? What makes you decide against following?

I do check the bio and scroll through their blog to see if there's anything I don't like or stands out as stuff. Sometimes it's a writeblr in the bio but I don't see any WIP posting so I don't follow.

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

Yep! Constantly. Sometimes I forget people aren't mutuals.

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

Honestly @illarian-rambling's characters are amazing and I finished her manuscript of Mortal God for beta reading and it was awesome.

Tagging @elsie-writes @mk-writes-stuff @leahnardo-da-veggie @mysticstarlightduck @drchenquill

+ ANYONE ELSE

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How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine! What led you to create it? What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community? What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you? Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash? Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately? How long have you been working on them? Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started? How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them? When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say? Name any characters you created.  Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like! Who’s the most unhinged? Who comes the most naturally for you to write? Do you ever cringe at them? How much control do you feel you have over your characters?  AKA, do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others? Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on AO3, etc. What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes? What makes you decide against following? Do you interact with non-mutuals often? Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

[vaporclan]

just binged ur entire comic (it's now 2:45am) but so damn worth it! ur characterisation and the way you weave the plots of everyone together is incredible. i def feel you on the wc phase front too, i read the books like age 10-12 and 10 years later we still here. your art is also so bubbly and bouncy and heartbreaking when needed ough. love your work, glad you're taking breaks when you need to tho <33

Thank you :D this comic has been very experimental for me, I have never Properly tried writing before this

Sometimes I surprise myself with how proud I am of it

Clangen's rng gives me something fun to work with. I sit down to write not even knowing what will happen the next moon. Its pretty much improv and gives me a fun challenge (which is why I will never reverse things like deaths or anything, because that defeats the point in my eyes)

This has been my first experience with trying to write character motivations and actual complex characters, and this is the most I have EVER drawn . Overall this has been a super exciting experience for me and I'm glad so many people are along for the ride

I am excited to see where I'll go from here . I can only see myself improving in writing in the upcoming years, which is CRAZY cause I avoided writing like the PLAGUE before this comic where I realized it actually is quite fun

The beginnings of the comic I'm not too proud of admittedly. It was around Moons 45 and onward I decided to dip my toes into trying to make character motivations a Little more complex, realised how fun it was with Mantisarch and then went WILD with Firedapple's whole thing. Her scene with Burnthroat was me actually attempting character dialogue and I realised I actually really like doing it

[paperbackribs]

I AM HERE FOR THE WIP THINGY FOR “Timetravel Steddie”!!!! ♥️

he he he so timetravel steddie in my wip folder is Copper Boy, but I like not having a proper name for it as I work on it, I suppose? if it’s less official then I’m more likely to write because I’m less intimidated. But I’m having such a blast with this fic that I have to thank you, Finn, for asking, because I. am. desperate. to share more. 😂

Warning: not exactly spoilers of Copper Boy since we know the endgame is steddie, but the snippet is from a chapter still weeks away from posting.

“This is nice,” he admits.

It's peaceful amongst the maple and birch trees with the dappled light rippling playfully across the forest floor. Steve points to a puddle at the base of a bare blackberry bush; a small blue jay dips its head in and out of the water, vigorously shaking with spray erupting from around its body. It’s adorable and Eddie smiles.

Steve squeezes his hand and leads him onwards, “I always wanted to share it with you.” He pauses, “That sounds weird, doesn’t it? Like this is my woods, even though it’s your backyard.”

“No,” Eddie shakes his head gently, “My closest connection to nature is the bench I deal at. I like the idea of it all in theory, but I usually end up with my pants full of ants and bitten to all hell by mosquitoes. I’ve also been known to trip on air, so a woodland ground littered with sticks and rocks is bound to take me down eventually.”

Steve laughs, pulling a vibrant green leaf off a birch tree to fiddle with it in his free hand. “Like the time you rammed nose first into the gym wall?”

Eddie gapes. “You saw that? No one saw that.”

“It was a bit hard to miss, Eddie,” Steve says wryly. “You had bright red blood streaming down your face. To be honest, I was going to offer to take you to the nurse’s office, but you ran out so fast that I left you to it.

A blush of embarrassment spreads across his face, “So everyone saw that.”

Steve draws Eddie to a stop, brushing a knuckle down his hot cheeks, “No, I’m pretty sure that I was the only one looking.”

Eddie searches Steve’s eyes, finding affection and a touch of heat that causes the back of his neck to prickle. “Yeah, like something you see?”

Steve steps forward, which makes Eddie inexplicably feel the need to move back. He retreats a fraction and Steve’s eyes narrow. “Eddie,” he says prowling closer and Eddie backs away with a larger movement.

“Yeah, Steve?” Eddie asks breathlessly, feeling his body tense, muscles almost quivering with the tension filling them.

“You have ten seconds,” Steve says deeply, his words a rumble Eddie can almost feel in his chest. Electric tension crackles in the air, sparking the pounding of Eddie’s heartbeat, each thud growing louder, faster, and more insistent. He stands frozen in the mounting pressure until Steve starts to count.

“Nine, eight…”

The dam breaks and Eddie darts away, the tall trees that surround them blurring as a surge of adrenalin propels his legs across the ground with reckless speed. He can’t hear anything over the pulse pounding in his head, but he imagines the heavy tread of Steve’s steps behind him, a powerful thumping that matches the heat in his blood.

Steve’s breath pants into Eddie’s hair making Eddies fingers and toes curl, “Got you.”

The thrill of pursuit fizzes through him, filling Eddie with a radiant exultation, laughter breathlessly spilling from his open mouth. His flight is dizzying anticipation and playful freedom.

Just as Eddie giddily thinks that perhaps he is too fast, even for Steve, he is tackled from behind; Steve wrapping a quick arm around his middle, the strong band redirecting his flight forward to spin him around in mid-air and back down onto the ground again.

Eddie wiggles like he’s trying to get away, causing Steve to laugh breathlessly. “None of that,” he commands, spinning Eddie to back him up against a broad tree trunk. Strands of Steve’s bronze hair has fallen over his face, his cheeks ruddy with exertion, and excitement high in his expression. Eddie wants to lick him all over.

“You still trying to get away from me, huh?” Steve says, voice dropping to gravel as he runs his eyes over Eddie’s panting mouth and heaving chest.

“Why? Worried you can’t catch me?” Eddie lightly taunts.

Steve’s eyes turn dark, the hint of heat in his gaze flickering higher, reaching the heights of wildfire. Eddie shivers in the thrill of prey tempting predator that crackles through his body. The tension only twists tighter as Steve leans in with slow deliberation, he draws the tip of his strong nose firmly across Eddie’s cheek, his breath hot in Eddie’s ear, “I think I’d always be able to find you, Eddie. No matter where you are.”

[ranaiki]

The Sun, The Moon, And The Stars

rindou haitani x gn!reader

wc: 2k

warnings: hurt to comfort/fluff, lowkey cringe lmfaoo. No warnings really, pretty mild. It’s unrevised and not beta read so like you know.

a/n: hehe self indulgent. Also guess who just finished finals? That’s right it’s me. Unfortunately I’m still on high stress until I get my chemistry results back, but I’ve gotten everything for my other classes and am passing all of them so that’s awesome. Chem is the scariest one though so lets hope I did well. 

I want to be loved like the sun.

You pulled your knees close to your chest, staring down at your phone that rested upon the tops of your feet. You had your arms wrapped around your calves, body tucked in tight and curled.

The little text bubble mocked you, those three rippling dots leaving you guessing and waiting, desperate for a reply.

You glanced again at the message you had sent just moments before, the one that asked him what was wrong after he’d brushed you off.

Your heart wrapped into knots, tying into itself over and over with each second that passed with your message left unanswered.

Rindou was a man of few words, you knew that much. His actions spoke volumes, his words whispered. You knew this, you’d grown used to this. It no longer made your gut pool with worry or your mind spin around everything that could possibly go wrong.

But he’d never done this before.

Bubbles of blue popped up in your recent messages one after the other, disrupted every once in a while by nothing more than a short, single grey one. You tried not to let it bother you, when he’d responded with a clipped “yes” “no” “idk” every time you tried to talk to him, but it was beginning to gnaw at your insides.

I want to be loved like I’m the warmth you seek after the cold, like I’m that radiant glow that brings a smile to your cheeks.

When had this all begun? Why did he suddenly pull away, leaving you with questions piling like forgotten corpses, one after the other?

What had you done wrong?

The bubbles disappeared, for the fourth time in a row. Your toes were freezing, your fingers unsteady each time they reached out to tap the screen, keeping your phone awake and open so that you wouldn’t miss it once his text came through.

What could he possibly be trying to say?

The last time you remembered having an actual conversation was last Tuesday, exactly a week past. You’d been over at his apartment, the one he shared with his brother. You’d sat on the couch in front of his tv as the sun dipped below the horizon, shrouding the room in golden warmth, casting him in that perfect, glowing light.

The tv had played, a movie you can’t seem to recall anymore flashing over the screen. And you’d laid huddled against his side, basking in his comfort and his familiarity, in the smell of him that seemed to wrap around and cocoon you, completely intoxicating.

You remembered the way your heart had pattered and lulled, jumping with excitement each time the arm he’d had wrapped around your shoulders pulled a little tighter, each time you felt his fingers trace against your skin ever so slightly.

You remembered the way your head had filled with fuzz, the way your body had been perfectly relaxed and your eyes were just ever so slightly droopy.

Had you smelled bad and was he afraid to tell you?

Had you accidentally hurt him?

Had he taken the way you were drifting off as an insult?

I want to be loved like the moon.

The bubbles reappeared, and you stared at them with the intensity of a thousand suns, fearing that the moment you glanced away or blinked, they would disappear again, and leave you to look at the little check mark beneath your message that mocked and tormented you.

You remembered now. You were so tired, so comfortable wrapped into his arms, in the safety of his home, in the protection of his presence. You’d said something then, as evening morphed to night and the sleepiness took over.

What had it been?

It must have been something big, something you would never normally say. Why else would his behavior be as it was?

Your heart dropped down to your stomach as the dots once again took their leave. Your throat was scratchy with the threat of closing, the backs of your eyes beginning to burn uncomfortably.

“Please just say something.” You begged, words whispered to the empty air, whisked away as quickly as they came.

This game was the worst of all, as you sat waiting to know whether or not he ever wanted to see you again, if you would ever be able to feel the warm shivers and tingles you only got when he was near, if you would be able to cure your aching heart of the distance between you.

I want to be loved like I’m the peace in the middle of darkness, a light shining your way, the comfort of home.

‘are you busy right now?’

It was short and simple, a foreboding message that held the key to determine your ails and felicity.

Your heart lurched to your throat, sticking where you couldn’t dislodge it, forcing it tighter and tighter, your lungs screaming at you.

Your reply came quick, a little ‘yes’, and he was outside your front door, the engine of his motorcycle rumbling in the otherwise silent street.

What were you supposed to say to him?

Your mouth was pressed tight, lips sealed for fear of making everything worse. He too didn’t say anything, helmet and visor concealing every feature you might have studied for some hint as to what he was thinking.

The air was tense as he passed you his spare, the little flower sticker you had pasted on the side glimmering beneath the street lamps. Your finger ran over it, feeling the tiny ridges it made along the smooth, matte surface.

You pulled it on gingerly, clambering onto the back in your usual place, wrapping your arms around his waist in the usual way, but it no longer felt the same. The vibrations on the seats, the feel of his back, broad and firm, pressed close to your chest, the wind that snuck through the gaps in the helmet to bite you in the face - all of it.

There was a gap between you, unseen and invisible, but you could feel the way it had wedged itself into the smallest of spaces, making its presence known. 

So tell me, why am I not your sun nor your moon?

The engine puttered to a rest, falling silent.

Your eyes fluttered open, though you don’t know when they had shut. Perhaps it was when you were fighting back the bile rising in your throat, combating the anxiety that manifested in the urge to spill your dinner over his back.

Rindou had stepped off the motorcycle, leaving your hands to slip from his waist and fall at your side - cold and empty. He removed the helmet, and for the first time that night, you could see his thoughts and his emotions clearly upon his face. 

Rindou was good at a lot of things, but hiding the truth was not one of them.

His eyes drooped further than normal, blueish rings beneath them that indicated sleepless nights, just as you had been experiencing. His hair tangled in places, his lips pulled downwards, his cheeks sunk.

He was still quiet as he made his way to a fence, one that blocked off a steep drop down the other side. It was then you noticed where he had taken you.

The city sprawled before you, the lights of a nighttime in Roppongi glittering and winking from afar, her sheer size derisive.

Slowly, you too removed the helmet, setting it on the seat in front of you as you stared at your boyfriend, and the way his hair blew in the winds.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” You asked carefully, forcing the words past your constricted throat, your voice small and fearful. For the first time in years, you felt like a child - helpless to whatever awaited you, out of control of your own future.

Rindou sighed, letting his head drop between his shoulders. You were doe-eyed, stuck in the headlights with no route for escape.

You didn’t want to run, anyways. You wanted to learn. You wanted to know.

“Do you really love me?” His words were even more fearful than your own, cowering away from exposure.

Your response was frozen on your tongue, hanging right where you could speak them, but something held them back for one beat. Two.

“Do you not love me?”

You caught the way he glanced at you from his peripherals, though he remained silent. Your fears were beginning to manifest, the shadows of anxiety, worry, stress and fear that had been clinging to you swirling and growing before your very eyes, unrestrained. 

Your hands lay in your lap, limp and unmoving as you turned your gaze down towards them, the idea of looking at him unbearable as your heart began to crack along the surface.

“I’m not the sun to you, am I? I’m not your moon.”

Your fingers played together aimlessly, a weak distraction.

“How could I be? I’m not the sun or the moon, I’m not warmth or comfort.

“All I ever wanted was to be something.” You fought back the hot tears threatening to stream down your face. “I thought I could be something with you.”

Rindou made a noise like he was about to say something, but he fell silent again. You didn’t dare look up, didn’t dare risk facing him when your tears inevitably fell.

“I want more than anything to be the ray of light in someone else’s life, or to be the calming silver of familiarity and comfort. But that’s just not me. I’m not the sun, nor am I the moon. Instead, I am a star - one of millions, hard to pick out amongst the crowd and unique only when close enough to see. Even still, I can’t help but hope that one day, somebody will look into the night sky and say ‘hey, that star is really neat’, and it’ll be me.”

There they were. Warm droplets rolled down your cheeks, blazing trails along your skin and leaving behind a path of ice and snow. You heard it when one dropped from the tip of your nose to the seat below, pattering against the leather, carrying with it the weight of your heart.

“That star is really neat.” His voice was so quiet, you almost missed it.

Your eyes widened, chin lifting to face him, tears still glistening along your waterline, clinging to your lower lashes. He was staring at you, a seriousness to his expression you’d never quite seen before.

“What?” You asked, wondering if maybe you heard him wrong.

“I said,” Rindou pushed off of the wooden fence to stand up straight, never breaking eye contact. “That star is really neat.”

You floundered, frozen in place, finding it impossible to look away from him and his eyes that captivated and drew you in, holding within the secrets of his heart and soul.

“If you are a star,” Rindou continued. “Then you are the brightest in the sky. You are a landmark, you shine and twinkle with the strength of the sun, you glow with the light of the moon.

“You are North. You are the one I will follow when I am lost, the one I will look to for guidance, and you are the only star in the sky that matters to me.”

“What?” You asked again, trying and failing to come up with anything else.

Rindou sighed again, though it was distinctly less impatient, less burdened. He approached the motorcycle, hands landing on the seat and supporting his weight as he leaned forward, as close as he could without your faces touching.

“I’m saying I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to react when you said ‘i love you’. I’ve never loved anything before now. I’ve never been loved before now. And I didn’t know how to react. And then I didn’t know how to tell you. But I’m apologizing now.”

He leaned back again, and you chased the warmth of his breath, the peppermint that lingered in the still air between you.

“You don’t need to be the moon, you don’t need to be the sun. I love you just the way you are, Star, and I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner.”

“I love you.”

[koussevitzky]

Thank you for the tag @littlewitchbee!!!

Rules: Share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.). Then, tag five more people to share the things they've made.

1. Something you absolutely adore:

2. Something that was challenging to create:

3. Something that makes you laugh or smile:

4. Something that surprised you (how it turned out, how other liked it, etc.):

5, Something you want other people to see:

Now this is going to be a bit difficult because I haven’t really posted a lot of my fan content lol…I’m working on that because I love participating in fandom and I wanna get my stuff out there! But I’ll try my best to answer these!

1) Something I wrote that I enjoy still is my fic Like Clockwork. This one is short and Will-focused and invokes “Wuthering Heights” even though I am not a huge fan but it works and is what I was reading at the time. And I love playing with the clockwork metaphor with will almost as much as I do angel imagery. I was and am happy with this and I’m glad I put it out there—I think I did well with the characters and dialogue.

2) It isn’t out yet (October 3rd stay tuned) but my Royai BigBang piece lol 💀💀💀 I was going through a lot last semester. The beginning of the fic came really easy but as I hurtled towards the conclusion I lost momentum a little bit. I’m not sure if I’m happy with its ending but I do like aspects of it and I’m super stoked to be a part of the project (you all should definitely check it out @royaibigbang and get excited for this year’s fics to drop).

3) This Roy.

4) I’ve gotten a really positive reaction to Pavane For a Dead Prince(ss) which I am pleasantly surprised about. I’m sorry for being a danganronpa fan like it’s my fault…seriously though I’ve appreciated it especially because it’s transfemme Byakuya which is an important headcanon to me (it’s also FTM Makoto but that’s a more popular headcanon I think) and though the story hasn’t reached the realization part of the story for Byakuya (I update so sporadically) I’m glad people are resonating with the character development and stuff. Naegami still means a lot to me (and THH in general) so I’m glad I can make this sort of love-letter to it, even if it takes me forever to finish it lol.

5) As for other things I want people to see I mainly just want everyone to stay tuned! I’m mulling over a lot of ideas now and am dipping my toes into writing x-files stuff (I get so scared of messing up the characters especially when 30 years of amazing fic and analysis and familiarity of the characters exist but I simply must try). I have some other Royai ideas as well and some Royai AUs I’m fooling around with as potential ideas for the Big Bang next year. I’m super excited and hope you all are too!

This was super fun to do! No pressure to anyone but I’m going to tag @marcilliez @purplebass @beware-thegemini @fullmetalscullyy @sourlemons262 and anyone else who wants to do it can go ahead! Everyone should hype their stuff up :)

[halfagone]

Hi Halfa! What's 3 DC fics you'd think would be interesting to include DP characters/tropes into?

And what's 3 DP fics do you think'd be interesting to include DC characters/tropes into?

(This isn't a ploy to fish fic recs, psshhhhhhh, noooooooooo)

Hello Anon! :D Don't take this the wrong way but I am giddy with excitement right now because I've been talking about this with friends and I am just squealing now that I get to ramble about it.

Now just to clarify, I'll probably use tropes more so than specific fics, because for one, I don't want to step on any author's toes. And two, I like those fics as they are and do not want to dirty them with my grubby hands. However! I can still give fic recs so you can get an idea of the kind of AU I'm talking about here. lol Not that you're fishing for them ofc, no not at all

(Added a Read More because apparently I have a lot of fic recs. :D Total: 17 (if I mathed right, that is))

DC Fics, Now With a Splash of ectoplasm DP

Stray Tim AU

He's technically also known as Catlad, but like- I prefer Stray (as if that isn't obvious by my Stray!Danny AU XD), but that's neither here nor there. In this AU, if the name didn't explain enough, he apprentices underneath Selina as her apprentice. Depending on the author's choice, it's either as a young child or after he leaves the Batfamily for one reason or another.

An example of this AU: timcat by drakefeathers. This fic actually got recommended to me earlier today (you know who you are) and it is so cute. He is so baby and I love him.

2. Reverse Robins AU

Now this is an AU I've talked about frequently, but for good reason. There are so many ways you can write this idea- Hell, can you imagine a Demon Twins AU with Reverse Robins- Hold on a sec, let me add a WIP to my spreadsheet...

Okay, back. Anyways, where was I? Oh right, REVERSE ROBINS! In this AU, Damian is actually the oldest Batkid, and Dick is the youngest. Depending on the AU, Dick can even be an ex-Talon, so just keep that in mind~ Almost unanimously, Tim is the Batkid that died instead of Jason, and becomes the Red Hood (sometimes he was Joker Junior in this AU as well which is... uh. If you look into those fics, make sure you read the tags religiously.)

An example for this AU: and oh, my heart (how can i face you now?) by weareallstardustfallen. And this fic is *chef's kiss* It's in Damian's POV, it's a gloriously long one-shot. I cannot recommend this enough.

3. Jason Todd Goes Home

There are multiple interpretations you can do with this AU. Sometimes he doesn't become Red Hood, sometimes he doesn't get dipped in the Lazarus Pit, it all really depends on what you want to do with it. I've technically written a fic with this idea, where Danny actually finds Jason and helps him claw out of his grave, subsequently returning him home. That fic is what was lost, found again. Five chapters, completed.

There are fics where Tim actually finds Jason first! Here's one called best laid plans by Valkirin. Highly recommend. Tim finds Jason first but then the League of Assassins find them too. >:3

On a different, yet similar note, we have a fic where Talia is actually a decent person and brings Jason back??? After dunking him in a Pit??? You love to see it. This one is Verdant by Cerusee.

DP Fics Now With DC Packing

Field Trip to the Ghost Zone

There are a decent number of these fics out there if you know where to find them. I feel like this one is self-explanatory, but basically- Danny's class takes either a planned or impromptu trip to the Ghost Zone. Very rarely does his secret identity survive the fallout. Now imagine if we put Damian's class on the school bus.

Some Gothamite kid, probably: "I don't remember The Magic School Bus going like this."

Marsalias' (in)famous Mortified is definitely one of them up there. They actually wrote a second field trip fic not long after completing Mortified, which is called School Bus in the Ghost Zone. So if you're in the process of reading Mortified, or maybe you can't commit to a long-form fic right now, this one might be for you.

Deathcomes4u also has two field trip fics you can read. One of them was for this year's Phic Phight called The Gloves Are Off. He-larious fic, cannot get enough of it. Also includes some very fun DP headcanons! The second is called The Trip. You're gonna want to read the tags before you explore this one, but what's up so far a very thrilling read.

There is also Stranded With My Class, but this one is on FF.net so you might want to turn on ALL your adblockers before you venture into that site.

2. Death Day :3

I've written a chapter about this in lex luthor's ascent but it's part of a larger plot so I hope no one feels pressured to read it. But in general this fic idea can be very heavy, BE CAREFUL if you explore it. You can have DC characters react to Danny's death day, you can give Jason or Damian or Cass- or pretty much any resurrected DC character you like- a death day. Spread the whump and angst, that's how we show our love.

Here is an example, also from Deathcomes4u: Anniversary. I really enjoy how this author writes the background characters as well. It's got a splash of humor and the Everlasting Trio makes me all soft. :')

Death Day Evolution by gamma_radio has some great worldbuilding and lore added to the concept. I love how they tied Danny gets new powers in this fic, and you gotta love the Cryptid Danny Fenton energy. XD

3. Partial Identity Reveals

Now this one is more self-indulgent for me, but I'm allowed to do that. XD I would've put simply Cryptid Danny, but it encompasses a little more than that in most cases, which is why I kept this title for it instead.

These are fics where Danny is revealed or shown to be Off™ somewhat, but in most cases they don't know the full extent of his secret identity. Most of the time it's just his powers or that he's not fully human, what have you. I love a good bombastic identity reveal, you know, but something about the subtler ones are more inspirational, if you will. lol

I think this is the type of AU that would suit a Batman detective story much more, and allows the DC characters more time and interaction into this new world- if you will- rather than throwing them straight in it. Does that make sense? I hope that makes sense.

Shots Fired by RedGhost1010 is an exceptional fic (I believe this author is also the person who writes Stranded with My Class, mentioned earlier, just uses a different pen name on Ao3). However, please read the tags for it before you do. This fic can be triggering for some people. They also write what is probably my favorite Bad Parent Jack and Maddie fic, which is called Humans and Ghosts. Another one you probably should read the tags for. But please check out their other fics; I enjoy so many of them, but unfortunately not all of them fit this fic rec description. :\

Finally we have It's Like Time Stops by anthrop. I cannot tell you how many times I reread this fic way back when. It's a very tasty Outsider POV fic that gives a view into how things changed after the Accident, and it's a good study into how his classmates would have perceived it.

Whooo... that's a lot of fic recs. I hope you got some new things to read out of it at least! Have some fun, but make sure to take care of yourself and avoid the fics that just aren't for you. No one will blame you for it. <3