#i feel so weird posting fic now

[frostedpuffs]

does anyone else ever feel like they never Fit In fandom spaces like. sure i create stuff SOMETIMES but i feel like such an outsider in the fandom and idk why asdkfsakdf

[lazylittledragon]

right now i'm very torn between "taking critique is important as an artist and it's not an attack on me personally" and "people commenting about my same face syndrome under my posts upsets me an unreasonable amount and i wish they would stop doing it"

[myokk]

😇💘 (mdni🔞)

[hiding-under-the-willow]

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[corviiids]

   “I didn’t say anything.”

   “You so rarely do,” Akechi sighed, “and yet, you really are transparent, you know that?”

   “You’re the only one who thinks so,” says Ren.

   Akechi smiled beatifically. “You know,” he says, “it’s incredibly satisfying to hear that.”

   “You want to be the one who knows me best?”

   “I’d like to be the only one who knows you at all, if we’re getting this far into my indulgences,” Akechi said with an odd laugh. “But we’re getting off track, Ren. Why don’t you go on and deliver your judgement on our friend Achilles?”

   “But you already know what I think.”

   “True. But I wonder if I can convince you otherwise, and it won’t be fair if you don’t present your best case.”

   “Because you disagree or because you want to argue?”

   “Wouldn’t I only want to argue if I disagree?” Akechi asked.

   “Or you disagree because you want to argue,” Ren said.

   He always did this. They always did this. The two of them would start walking the conversational path together, side by side, even arm in arm, and then Akechi would point off the beaten track and hold his lantern out. With an inviting crook of his finger he drew Ren into the woods. Each and every time, Ren followed him off the road and into the fog until Akechi, if he so wished, could push him smilingly into a gorge.

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chapter 8 of "as you like it", my akechi palace au, 7k. in a flashback, akechi tells ren about the iliad (i tell you about the iliad). in the present, ren sits with a shadow of his rival, deep in the bowels of the Theatre.

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i posted abt this on my tiktok story but i need to rant more so im putting it here 😭😭 the way a lot of mikosai shippers (on tiktok, pinterest, reddit, etc) are is such a big reminder to me of why i hate the strictly romantic soulmates trope with every fiber of my being 😭😭😭 people who interpret soulmates as "that means theyre canonically together" regardless of how the characters actually feel about each other and if they ACTUALLY get together is so fucking gross to me oh my god its so fucking gross i hate forced romance so bad 😭😭 someone cant just say "hey, we're soulmates so you HAVE to date me and its literally weird and impossible for you to like anyone else because i said so!!" and also aiura WOULDNT do that anyway ???? HELLOOO???

you have no idea how many people ive seen call all saiki ships with anyone other than aiura "problematic ships" just because "theyre soulmates"

[plusultraetc]

I was so so proud of myself for remembering to post the thing on one website that I forgot to post on the other; here's a new old Shinsou expansion pack fic I finally uploaded <3

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Delightful Distraction

A genderswapped FluffyNight drabble to celebrate reaching 300 followers! This was briefly looked over & written in two sittings! Happy reading!

Ccino hums quietly to the music that's playing in the otherwise quiet café & picks up the dirty dishes of the table that had just left, leaving the building free of customers for the time being.

Carrying the plates carefully with both hands, she walks into the back where the kitchen is & deposits the dirty dishes into the sink, already filled with plates from earlier in the day.

Ccino debates with herself for a moment before grabbing a pair of dish washing gloves from nearby & slipping them on. She might as well take advantage of the lack of customers & get a head start on washing up.

Scrubbing away at a dirty cup, Ccino's unaware of a presence approaching her from behind until there are suddenly arms wrapped around her waist, causing her to jump & tighten her grip on the mug in her hand in surprise.

Looking over her shoulder, Ccino glares at the grinning face behind her, huffing in annoyance. "Was that really necessary?" Nightmare lets out a quiet chuckle as she tightens her hold around Ccino, resting her head on the other's shoulder.

"No, but it was funny." She mumbles softly in response to the question, pressing a soft kiss against Ccino's neck in apology. "Will you ever find it in yourself to forgive me?"

Ccino rolls her eyelights & sighs with a shake of her skull, unable to keep the smile off of her face as she turns back to face the sink. "I don't know, what will you do to make it up to me?"

Nightmare hums as she thinks, grin softening into a smile as she tries to come up with a satisfying reply. "I could always make dinner for us tonight?"

Ccino stands straight & pulls away from Nightmare's hold slightly to look at her, a look of panic on her face as she frantically tries to backtrack. "N-No, it's fine! No further apology needed, I'm good!"

Nightmare huffs with a pout, reluctantly pulling away & taking a step back from the other. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Ccino pauses to take off the gloves she's wearing before turning to face Nightmare fully. "Honey, you know I love you," she takes the other's hands into hers, squeezing them softly as she meets Nightmare's gaze & continues speaking, "but your cooking could use some work."

Nightmare frowns as if she's upset, but shrugs after a moment as a smile forms on her face again. "Yeah, that's fair." She squeezes Ccino's hands in return, leaning in & pressing a chaste kiss against the other's teeth.

Ccino hums as she goes to kiss Nightmare again, unsatisfied with how short the last one was, only to jump at the sound of the bell hanging in front of the door ringing & signaling the presence of a customer.

She pulls away in a panic, adjusting her apron with a light blush on her face as she walks away from Nightmare & back out to the actual café area, calling out to the customer. "Just a moment!"

Nightmare watches as Ccino walks away with a pout, tentacles drooping in disappointment as she hears her begin to take the customer's order. She had hoped to have Ccino's attention for longer, but that clearly wasn't going to happen.

Nightmare looks over at the dirty dishes that she had distracted Ccino from, sighing & grabbing the gloves that the other had been using. She may as well help her darling out a little since she had distracted her.

[lunarharp]

lil scribs & follow-up on the drunken moments

[aceghostsarchive]

You Stirred Somethin' in Me; I Admit Defeat

Rating: E (Minors, DO NOT INTERACT!)

Kinktober Prompt: Against A Wall

Pairing: Rooney Shepard x Yorinobu Arasaka

Summary: After a few weeks apart, Rooney and Yorinobu decide to catch up in an elevator.

Title comes from Bastille's Admit Defeat.

Word Count: 2,037 words.

Warnings: Check AO3 for more details about the content, but this is mainly smut. I don’t think there is anything else I need to warn for, but let me know if I do.  

Author's Note: This fic was primarily inspired by this photoset that I did for Rooney and Yorinobu. (Mutuals, this is the elevator smut fic lol.)

AO3

Rooney watches fondly as Yorinobu enters the elevator, pressing the button for his office. As the doors close behind him, Rooney crosses their arms over their chest, and Yorinobu comes to stand beside them. For the last few weeks, between Rooney’s cases and Yorinobu’s work trip, the two hadn’t been able to see each other, and Rooney missed him. Desperately. At least, Rooney could spend some time with him today, even if it was to update him on the Relic case, the one they kept stalling on to protect V.

Halfway to his office, Yorinobu presses the button, stopping the elevator in its tracks. Raising an eyebrow, Rooney asks, “Is something the matter?” Was it something that they couldn’t talk about in his office? Why would they need to talk about it here in the elevator? Was he in danger? If he was, whoever it was wouldn’t stand-.

Yorinobu steps in front of them, a teasing smirk on his face. “I missed you,” He starts, stepping towards them as Rooney steps back. Oh, that’s what this is about. Playing along, Rooney allows Yorinobu to back them against the wall of the elevator, barely any space between the pair’s bodies. A jolt of excitement runs through Rooney as he places his left hand against the wall by their head. His other hand comes to cup the back of their neck, his dark brown eyes intently focused on Rooney. “Did you miss me?” Yorinobu asks, a hard, needy edge to his voice.

Did Yorinobu even need to ask that question? Rooney couldn’t help but tease him. Meeting his eyes, they smile playfully as Yorinobu’s thumb traces the edge of their jaw. “Hmm…,” Rooney ponders, Yorinobu swallowing in anticipation, “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Yorinobu repeats, offended, as his nostrils flare.

“You know I missed you,” Rooney rolls their eyes affectionately, “Do you even have to ask?”

“I like hearing you admit it-.”

“So, this is a chance to inflate your ego.”

He shakes his head. “If I wanted to inflate my ego,” Yorinobu swallows again, a hungry look in his eyes, “I would do what I had in mind the moment I saw you today.”

“And that would be?” Rooney can never resist the urge to push him.

“When you bent over in those tight jeans, I wanted to fuck you right there.”

Yeah, he had a point about their jeans. These were their tight pair, and Rooney hadn’t planned to wear them today-more of a happy coincidence. Combined with the black leather jacket and cropped white top, Rooney must have been tempting. “You act like I planned to wear this for you,” Rooney teases, their mechanical left hand coming to rest on Yorinobu’s hand, the one on their neck, “Are you going to complain about my top too?” Yorinobu looks down at the white bustier top, zipper in the front, showing off their freckled, toned stomach. He stares, perhaps a second too long at their breasts, and Rooney teases, “It’s considered rude to stare.”

His eyes snap up to meet theirs, pupils wide with desire. “Rooney….” Yorinobu sounds like he is going to lose it any second.

“I mean, I just wanted to look good for myself,” they glance away, before adding the final blow, “and my local ripper.”

They focus on Yorinobu, and he crushes his lips against Rooney’s as they let out a surprised gasp. Rooney’s arms wrap around Yorinobu’s neck, returning his kiss deeply. They missed him; they really did.  Rooney feels him tap on their thigh, and they jump up, wrapping their legs around his waist. His right arm supports their back, his other hand on their ass as he props Rooney against the elevator wall. Yorinobu squeezes their ass, Rooney’s mouth opening. He senses the opportunity, sliding his tongue into their mouth. Frustration and need bleed into Yorinobu’s kisses; he is relentless, and Rooney adores it. A warm flame alights in their chest, and Rooney needs to feel him, all of him.

Pulling away, Yorinobu rests his forehead against their forehead, both catching their breaths. Rooney apologizes, “I didn’t mean to make you feel unloved, Yori.”

He shakes his head. “You did nothing wrong. I like it when you tease me,” Yorinobu looks away, swallowing, “When I saw you today, after missing you…”

“It was a lot, huh?” He nods, and Rooney lets out a laugh. “Let’s make up for lost time.” Yorinobu raises an eyebrow until Rooney says, “Put me down. I’ll help you take care of that problem.”

Yorinobu helps them down, Rooney untangling themself from him. They press a kiss to his forehead, Yorinobu letting out a gentle sigh. He shudders in anticipation beneath Rooney as they gently trail their hands down his chest, the fabric of his vest and shirt soft beneath their hands. Their hands wander down past his belt, ghosting over his clothed cock. Yorinobu groans, frustrated and desperate, placing his hands on either side of them, trapping Rooney between his arms. They undo his belt, followed by unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Rooney smirks as they palm him through his underwear, Yorinobu biting down on his lip, holding back. “Please,” he begs, his voice slightly raspy, “Please.”

Freeing him from his torture, Rooney helps him out of his underwear. Yorinobu sighs in relief, Rooney running their thumb over the slit of his half-erect penis. They fully take him into their hand, slowly stroking him as Yorinobu lets out a throaty moan. He buries his face in the crook of their neck, nuzzling Rooney. In Rooney’s hands, Yorinobu melts, coming undone, and what a sight it is to behold. While Rooney loves him put together and in control, they also adore watching him come undone and surrender, especially when it is by Rooney's hand. “So good,” he murmurs, his breath warm on their neck, “So good to me.”

“I’m always good to you,” Rooney kisses his cheek, reaching out to fondle his balls, “but I can’t be good to you if you don’t tell me, Yori.”

He shudders, a guttural growl as they play with him. “Yes,” Yorinobu chokes out, “So good.” Rooney continues to stroke him, occasionally teasing him in other ways as he grows harder. His cock twitches in their hand, hips jerking forward every so often. They can’t ignore their own growing desire, eager for Yorinobu as he was for them. As his hips jerk forward more often as needy whines slip out, Rooney knows they’ve riled him up. Time to bring this to fruition for them both. “Yori?”

“Mm-hmm?” Yorinobu sounds intoxicated, already drunk on Rooney.

“How do you want-?”

“Need to be inside you,” He begs, cutting them off as he gives them those big brown eyes, “Please.”

“Perfect.” They let him go for a moment, allowing Yorinobu to reach for the buckle of their jeans. Rooney helps him pull their jeans and underwear down before he slides two fingers inside their heat. They whine taking him in their hand once again. “For someone so cocky…,” He teases.

“Never said I could resist you. You know how much I adore this, adore you.” Rooney really does. They might be playful during sex, but they’ve always enjoyed the shared intimacy, especially the deep trust between themself and Yorinobu. Rooney loves feeling connected to him, forgetting where they begin and he starts. Most of all, they adore showing Yorinobu how much they love him.

“I know,” He smiles, smitten with Rooney, “I adore you too.” Yorinobu kisses them, his lips so soft. Amid his distracting kisses, Yorinobu adds a new torturous (pleasant) sensation to their clit, their body flush with warmth. He feels so good; Yorinobu will feel even better when he is inside them. “Oh Rooney,” he moans, sliding his fingers out of them. They let go of him, ready for where this goes. Yorinobu lines himself up with their entrance, smirking. “Ready?”

“Yes,” Rooney’s voice trembles, betraying the desperation hidden within them.

Pinning their wrists against the wall, Yorinobu traps them between the wall and himself, kissing Rooney roughly again. This is one rock and a hard place that they’re happy to be in. Only, Yorinobu decides this is the time to get them back for being such a tease. He slides himself slightly into Rooney, only to pull away as they growl through gritted teeth, “Yori.”

“Tell me what you want,” His smirk deepens, parroting their words back at them, as he teases them again, the base of their spine tingling, “but I cannot be good to you if you do not tell me, Rooney.”

Pushing their pride aside, Rooney begs, their face bright red, “Please just fuck me.”

Yorinobu buries himself fully into Rooney, who lets out a keening cry, eyes rolling back. He feels so good; They feel so full, the pressure delightful. So good,” He moans, a slow roll of his hips, thrusting into them, “You always feel good. Too good to me.”

“Damn right, I am.” They smirk, meeting his eyes.

He laughs. “I am so lucky,” the slow thrusts of his hips is so cruel, so overstimulating as a mewl escapes their lips “So lucky that I get to have you all to myself.”

“So lucky,” They parrot back at Yorinobu, lightheaded as their heart pounds in their ears. He buries his face in the crook of their neck again, picking up his pace. His breath is warm on their neck, tickling their skin as he cries into their neck. Rooney shivers beneath him, overwhelmed with pleasure. Yorinobu’s hands leave their wrists, moving to their hands. He intertwines his fingers with theirs, tightly interlocking the two of them together. God, that is so hot, a simpering whimper leaving their throat. “Yori, Yori, Yori,” They chant his nickname like a prayer.

In turn, Yorinobu loses himself in them, a loud whine escaping from him. The world outside the elevator does not exist, just the two of them in the here and now. Two lovers finally reunited, finally able to be intimate with each other. Yorinobu hits a sensitive spot, a wanton cry leaving them as they throw their head back. He thrusts into them sloppily, and Rooney knows he is nearing his edge. Yorinobu is always gentle with them, but when he gets a little too excited, he gets a little sloppy and rough. Rooney likes it, especially in a moment like this. “Rooney,” He cries, his voice wavering, “Rooney, please.”

“Let go for me.”

Yorinobu obeys, spilling into Rooney with a guttural cry. Rooney isn’t long after, Yorinobu helping them as they finally snap like a taut wire. They tense, riding through their orgasm with a mewl before stilling. He looks up at them, giving Rooney a tired, content smile. “I missed you.”

Rooney kisses him again, murmuring into the kiss, “I missed you too.”

He releases their hands, pulling out of Rooney and stepping away to give them space to fix themself. Reality comes crashing in as they feel gross. Don’t get Rooney wrong; they would do this again. Rooney hates feeling unclean afterward. It’s part of the reason they always preferred sex at either of their homes. You could take a shower or bath afterward, cleaning up and providing another chance for intimacy. Knowing Rooney all too well, Yorinobu reassures them, “You can use my office bathroom to clean up. Take as long as you like.” As he fixes himself, he presses a kiss to their forehead.

“Thanks.” Rooney appreciates it, buttoning up their jeans.

They come to stand beside him, and Yorinobu asks, “Ready?”

Rooney nods, Yorinobu pressing the button, the elevator starting its steady climb upwards. Yorinobu wraps his arm around their shoulder pulling Rooney into his side as they wrap their arm around his waist, sliding beneath the fabric of his jacket.

“I really did miss you,” Rooney admits, “Night City isn’t the same without you.”

“I missed you too.” He’s quiet before sensing another chance to start his campaign for Rooney to come on work trips with him. “You should have come with me,” Yorinobu slyly suggests, “Think of all the trouble that we could cause.”

So much trouble. “I’ll think it about.” They might have to say yes on the next trip. 

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[courfee]

The second time it happens James is somehow not any less taken by surprise, which is, in retrospect, the entire reason everything is getting so much worse.

chapter 2 is here (:

[authenticcadence18]

I miss the person I was a year ago. two years ago. more social. happier. doing more creatively.

[coffeebanana]

anyone who writes hurt/comfort of my blorbos breaking bones…i will love you forever just saying

[thegreatyin]

And with that, The Doomed Scientist has completed his ambition!

Part of it, anyway. We're gonna have to wait for the epilogue. But oh, what an epilogue it will be. What an epilogue indeed.

As I said when I completed Heart's Desire- thank you all for following me on this adventure. And my condolences, as always, for clogging your Tumblr dashboards with Fallen London posting.

I'm not sorry. It will happen again.

I have a lot of thoughts on Nemesis as a whole and what this ending will mean for Caeru, but. Well. I'll save all of that for when he receives his reward. There's gonna be... a lot to unpack. Both in meta and RP terms.

And, of course, now that Nemesis is done...

...it's time to have a lark. And steal a very special diamond.

[corvidcall]

i very rarely get a sense of satisfaction from completing tasks. ive heard people say this is an ADHD thing, but idk. personally i think i might just be bad at being alive

[dainesanddaffodils]

Having wolship feelings on this Monday morning as one does so I’m thinking about Cimorene and Estinien and specifically thinking about how… prominent I made Estinien in Cimorene and Haurchefant’s relationship before I even knew I’d be shipping her with him after that ended. And how, because of that, Estinien feels Some Kind of Way about falling for her because he sure like, saw firsthand how much she loved Haurchefant and how much his death fucking wrecked her.

And, like, it’s not jealousy because obviously not. It’s not even that he feels like Cimorene doesn’t love him as much as her dead husband. But like. He just feels Weird about it. Like he… doesn’t deserve to have the same space in her heart that Haurchefant had just because he’s dead

It’s like one part Ishgardian Catholic Guilt which, like, you can take the man out of Ishgard but you cannot take the Catholic Guilt out of the man that’s just facts - and one part Dragon Mating Culture which, imo, from what we’ve seen from like Hreasvelgr/Shiva and Tiamat/Bahamut, if your mate dies you Do Not Get Over It, Ever

So like, some day I’ll write him working through all of the weird feelings but currently it’s not like hurting the relationship so Its Probably Fine