#i hope i'm not forgetting a fic

[bloodiedvocals]

The first time you get intimate with him you ask, “Can I touch you?” with a hesitant hand outstretched between the two of you, waiting for his answer in the heavy silence.

His breath hitches as he nods his consent, and as you place your hand tenderly at his collarbone a soft sob catches in his throat, because his past lover wouldn't even touch him, except if they were wasted.

And when your fingers trail a path across his painted body you murmur, “You're beautiful, Vessel — body and soul. You were made to be worshipped.”

[theo-throne]

They are my yearning final bosses

[beneathsilverstars]

It's hard, taking care of a kid when you're still growing up yourself, but Pétronille does her best. She's not sure it's good enough, but what else can she do? A series of scenes following Pétronille and Bonnie, from the first time they ran away to the second.

Rating: Teen and Up Category: Gen Characters: Pétronille, Bonnie Tags: POV Second Person, Minor Original Character(s), Specifically various citizens of Bambouche, Child Neglect, Child Abuse, Bipolar Pétronille, Suicidal Thoughts, breaking the cycle, kitchen mishaps, Shoes both remembered and forgotten, Drowning imagery, Bonnie's protectee guilt, Bonnie's A+ spelling Words: 10,541

[meownotgood]

[asydicsydney]

All the latest in Dice Hoarders technology, right here on Tumblr.com (Doodle dump)

We haveeeee, Poly Party being flustered cause their GM boyfriend is so damn hot

@highladderbed's request for giant Jerry (cause my room is a massive junk drawer)

And my attempt to draw the kiss from my fic, except Chance's anatomy is pretty fucked and I drew them too far apart to actually kiss so my brother suggested I do... That

And below the cut is a better dogboy Jerry (SUGGESTIVE)

Alright, I got drag makeup to do. Toodles

[lavellenchanted]

a bet + campfire for clerith? 👀

The fire burns well into the night. Even after a few hours it casts a warm orange glow across Cosmo Canyon, its flames flickering and dancing with a gentle, hypnotic sway and a soft crackle that hums through the air.

The crowd that was gathered has long since dispersed, their lanterns having floated so far that they can’t really be distinguished from the brilliant spill of stars overhead. Cloud’s own friends have peeled off one by one to head to their rooms and sleep - except for Aerith. She shook her head and said she wasn’t tired when he asked if she was ready to head in, and settled herself on the ground near the fire, sitting with her legs stretched out and leaning back on her hands.

“Don’t feel you need to wait up,” she had said to him, but he dismissed that with a shrug. The idea of leaving her alone makes his skin prickle with uneasiness. Cosmo Canyon might not be Midgar, but that doesn’t make it safe. Nowhere is safe right now, and Cloud could hardly call himself a bodyguard if he didn’t take that seriously.

So instead he sat himself down beside her, drawing one knee up to his chest and resting his arm on it, the Buster Sword on the ground within easy reach if any trouble finds them. Aerith watched with that teasing, twinkling look of hers, but didn’t say anything - just smiled and then craned her head backwards to look up at the sky overhead.

Cloud’s no stranger to sitting quietly, but there’s something so companionable about it, with Aerith, a sense of easy camaraderie and warmth that he’s never really experienced before. He feels relaxed sitting here with her (well, as relaxed as he ever is these days), watching the way the firelight moves across her face. 

It reminds him of sitting with her in the park in Sector Six, so close he could feel the warmth radiating from her. Only a few weeks ago and yet it feels like another lifetime. His heart had been beating a million miles an hour, everything about this girl leaving him feeling off balanced and confused, but even then he had been hoping that time together wouldn’t be their last. Of course, he hadn’t anticipated things turning out the way they have . . . but he doesn’t regret getting more time with her. She still leaves him off balance, but he understands her better now, he thinks.

“It’s so beautiful,” Aerith murmurs suddenly. 

Cloud has just enough time to think that yes, she is, before he realises with embarrassment that she’s talking about the sky and is glad the firelight helps obscure his blush.

“Thought you didn’t like the sky,” he says, a little more gruffly than he means to in his attempt not to let the direction of his thoughts show.

But as always his curtness doesn’t seem to phase Aerith, who glances over at him and shrugs. “I still don’t, not really. If I look too long I feel like I might float away. But that doesn’t mean I don’t think it’s beautiful as well. I’m . . . getting used to it, I guess. And I am glad that I’m getting to see and experience all these new things with you.”

Cloud’s glad he’s getting to experience them with her as well; it’s like being given a gift every time he sees her eyes light up when she sees something she’s never seen before, and when she smiles that smile that makes his breath catch. Even in Midgar he could see there was a burden she carries, one that weighs down on her, that she struggles to carry. He would carry it for her in a heartbeat if he could, because she was made for joy and laughter - to run forward and embrace the world with open arms. So while he can’t protect her from what they’re facing entirely, if somewhere in all they’re dealing with he can give her even small moments where her burdens are briefly lightened, then he’ll give her as many as he can. 

He opens his mouth to say - well, definitely not all of that but at least some of it, but as he meets Aerith’s green eyes he falters and the words get lost on the way and what he ends up saying instead is, “You won’t float away. I’d catch you if you did.” 

Aerith blinks, and then giggles. “I’d expect nothing less from my bodyguard.”

“Right,” Cloud says, annoyed with himself because it’s not what he wants to tell her - but then at the same time he’s not really sure he knows exactly what it is he does want to tell her.

“Mmm.” Aerith hums, looking at him like she knows what’s going through his mind, then leans back to stare up at the sky again. “Oh, look! That’s one of the constellations we took pictures of, right?”

Following the point of her finger, Cloud has to take a moment to dredge up the memory of the stars they went looking for earlier. 

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Speaking of . . .”

Cloud jumps as Aerith’s arm suddenly brushes against his and he realises she’s done her trick of shuffling closer without him noticing again. Looking back down he meets her gaze, now disconcertingly near his and filled with impish mischief. A strand of her hair has fallen into her eyes and his fingers itch to brush it back. 

“Can I see them?”

“See what?” Cloud asks, his mind unable to grasp any thought that isn’t about the warmth of Aerith’s shoulder bumping his, or the way he can now smell that light, flowery scent that seems to cling to her no matter where or how far they travel. Is that a Cetra thing, or just an Aerith thing?

“The photos you took of me earlier. You’ve still got them, right?”

Heat rises in his cheeks and he gives a stilted nod. “Yeah. I do.”

“Come on, then. Gimme.”

Aerith holds her hands out towards him, wiggling her fingers expectantly, and he can’t help chuckling as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He tucked the photos away in there as soon as they printed, wanting to keep them safe - wanting to keep her safe, he supposes.

He’s not sure he can explain what came over him when he took them; when he saw her praying, some strange feeling had crept down his spine, like if he took his eyes off her even for a moment she might disappear. Taking her picture, capturing that moment, it had been like an anchor somehow. As if the real, tangible photo in his hand could somehow let him keep her with him forever. 

The other ones . . . well, they had just been for fun. Her smile deserved to be photographed.

Nerves flutter through him as he hands the photos to her now. He had been pleased with how they turned out, but now he wonders how they might look through her eyes. Does she mind that he took them? She didn’t seem to earlier, she liked their selfie, but maybe now . . .

“I think these are the best photos anyone’s ever taken of me,” she announces after flicking through them for a moment. “You really are pretty good at this, you know.”

“You think?”

“Yeah.” She hands them back with a smile and he tucks them away into his wallet again. “Maybe when we get back to Midgar you should take up photography properly instead of being a merc.”

Cloud considers that. He hasn’t thought that far, hasn’t thought he could even begin to think about his future as long as he knows Sephiroth’s still out there. But now that Aerith has conjured the idea he does think about it, and he wonders if maybe a life holding a camera would be better than one holding a sword.

“You really never took pictures before?” Aerith asks.

“No. My mom had an old camera I played with sometimes as a kid, but not seriously.”

She makes a humming noise. “It’s a little strange to think of you as a kid - but I’m sure you were a cute one.”

Cloud can think of a few people who would disagree with that - or would have, rather, if they were still around.

“It’s funny, you know,” Aerith continues. “In some ways I feel like I’ve known you a really long time, like you’ve always been part of my life. But I also think it’s fun that there’s still so much to learn about each other, you know? I like that we can still surprise each other.”

He knows exactly what she means. It’s only been a couple of months since he fell through the roof of her church - and yet it’s strange to think that there was a time he didn’t know her. He can’t imagine his life without her in it any more.

“I don’t know . . .  I don’t think that there’s anything you can do to surprise me any more,” he says, gently teasing.

Aerith’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, really, mister?”

“Mm-hmm,” he nods, one corner of his mouth curling up into a faint smile. “I just kind of expect you to do the unexpected now. Whatever’s gonna make my life more difficult.”

“Cloud!” She’s scrambled up on to her knees, scowling at him the way she is in that last photo he took - more mock-offended than genuinely outraged, and making him want to tease her all the more. 

Is that how she feels when she’s laughing at him, he wonders?

“I guess I just know you pretty well, already.”

“Oh! You wanna bet?”

He cocks his head curiously. “Bet what?”

“I bet you that I can still surprise you.” She leans forward on hands and knees until her face is mere inches away from him, and his heart stutters nervously in his chest. “And if I win, you have to promise me that we’ll go back to the Gold Saucer one day and ride the Skywheel together.”

“Okay. And if I win you have to let me train you to build up your stamina.”

He’s been trying to coax her into doing exercises since their trip up the Corel mountains, but every time he suggests they work out she pulls a face and finds someone else in the party urgently needs her help or pretends she can’t hear him. 

Sitting back on her heels, Aerith nods and holds out her hand. “Fine. It’s a bet.”

“It’s a bet.” Cloud takes her hand with his, and his heart gives another unsteady thump. “So. Do we need a time limit? For how long you’ve got to try and surprise me?”

“Oh, no.” Aerith smiles. “I’m going to do it now.”

Before he has time to realise what’s happening, she pulls him in by the hand she’s holding and presses her lips to his.

For a moment Cloud freezes, his eyes wide, his mind struggling to understand that Aerith is kissing him. But she is, she’s kissing him, and her mouth is so much softer and warmer than he could ever have imagined (and he has imagined it, he’ll admit that much to himself now) and his pulse is racing, his breath caught in this throat, and he’s panicking because what if she stops kissing him and he’s still sat here like a statue –

Finally, finally, he remembers how to move again and he starts kissing her back before he loses the chance, slanting his mouth against hers and bringing his free hand up to cradle her face. She lets out a quiet noise between their lips, somewhere being a gasp and a giggle, and then he can feel she’s smiling and he thinks that her smile is the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. The world around them has faded away; nothing exists but her, and this moment, and this kiss that makes him feel like golden sunlight is warming him from the inside out.

He’s not sure how long it actually lasts, only that it’s over too soon. When Aerith pulls back, he can see her pupils are blown wide and her cheeks are flushed nearly as red as her jacket - and if her smile has a touch of smugness to it, he can’t really blame her. 

For a moment they just stare at each other in the firelight, breathing heavily, then Aerith glances down at their still joined hands.

“I think,” she says, “I win,”

“I guess so,” Cloud agrees, though he really can’t say that he feels like he’s lost. 

“Mmm.” Aerith looks up at him again, mischief in her eyes. “But we could always go best two out of three.”

He laughs. “Yeah. I’d be good with that.”

[ghouljams]

ghoul, how do you think they could get you to join the cult?

i think that it does not matter what i think they'd use, because while i want to hold onto the same hope all of you do and say that they wouldn't get me because i know the tactics they would use, the answer is a resounding "they wouldnt do anything special."

I am not immune to propaganda.

[saetiate]

gooooood morning !!! ^.^ ooooooh it feels like a bit of a lazy day today for me zzz but i will do my best to get things done!!! i hope you have the strength and capability to get through whatever it is you wanna do today!!!

[classic-blue]

Looking for input on which Jayvik WIP I should work on next:

I'm sitting on 17,000 words of ideas for Arcane Jayvik content. Comment or reblog with an emoji to help me decide what to work on:

🤖 - "Nobody's Soldier"

Since the founding of Hextech, Viktor and Jayce swore it would never be used for weapons. Early on in their partnership, there is one exception. If it even counts. Viktor certainly thinks it doesn’t.

Oneshot. Season 1, pre time-skip. Viktor and Jayce enter the Academy's underground, illicit battle bots tournament to win better, necessary supplies to stock their new lab. Cute early bonding, all fluff no hurt, plenty of nerds, lots of the boys doing what they do best in the lab and Viktor showing off.

🏥 - Viktor gets biomedical augmentation surgery for his back and both J and V have feelings about it

"Why are you drawing naked men at my bedside?"

Oneshot. Season 1, mid time-skip. As the first Hexgate starts to rise into the sky, Viktor's health sharply declines, and as a result, he's getting corrective surgery. Lots of pontificating for both Jayce and Viktor about mortality and progress. Rated T for medical discussions, but nothing graphic.

❄ - Caitlyn goes on a roadtrip with the hexboys to test out Hexgates in extreme cold.

Oneshot. Season 1, mid time-skip. Jayce invites Caitlyn along on their work trip to get away from her parents. Viktor brings her a spare set of goggles so she can assist their research. Lots of science on top of cold mountains, soft bonding with all 3, and one baby-sized Hexgate.

🏭 - "Two Days Nearer Death"

Following their conversation at the waterworks, Jayce and Viktor together build a plan to save Piltover and Zaun from all-out war. Zaun will be an independent nation. It will have its own council to lead it. And Jayce, Viktor, and Hextech will move to Zaun.

Multi-chap. Season 1 fixit- Jinx never fires the bomb at the council. Jayce learns to live in the Undercity, up close with the factory workers and miners, and works to build a brighter future for the Zaunites he's joined. Silco tests the bounds of a cautious peace with the upper city and the Hextech oligarchs they've been gifted. And all the while, Viktor's condition continues to deteriorate...

🧪 - (the Breaking Bad AU but I've never watched Breaking Bad)

Viktor ensures the tracker is well secured to Jayce's bracelet, letting his hand drop limply in his bonds, and huffs back at her. "I'm in love; I'm not an idiot." "What a damn oxymoron," Sevika drawls back.

Multi-chap; AU. Viktor never leaves the undercity, instead becoming Singed's apprentice, and eventually Silco's shimmer production agent stationed secretly in Piltover. A blossoming friendship with Jayce, expelled academy student turned enforcer, leads to conflict when Jayce begs him to find an antidote to the aggressive shimmer agents his squad encounters. Unable to deny him, Viktor ends up simultaneously producing all of Piltover's recreational shimmer supply and repeated iterations of antidotes to Singed's weaponized shimmer variants. He knows it will blow up in his face sooner or later, especially when Jayce learns the truth- ah well. He's a dead man either way. Featuring Sevika as Viktor's exasperated bodyguard, who did not consent to this situationship ruining her life.

🍥 - Biiiiiiig Multi-chap S2 fixit. (Everyone's got one, right?)

Caitlyn looks up, and the researcher continues. “I’ve found its traces at each of the sights. I don’t have evidence, and it’s completely out of line for me to be saying this, but after all I’ve seen, at this point I’m willing to believe…” He looks straight at her. “I think Jayce Talis is alive.”

After some years of healing and bliss, swaddled in the arcane, it becomes undeniable to Jayce and Viktor- the arcane is waking up. And if they don't do something, Piltover will inevitably make the same mistakes as they did. Viktor copes with guilt, Jayce copes with purpose, and both come to discover that their roles in the world are much more important than they expected. Other features of note:

Too many conversations on the nature of the arcane

Jayce getting his frequent flier miles

Viktor's personal project to restore the lives of his commune

Caitlyn actually getting to be a detective

The return of Vander?...

Mel being a good friend, and simultaneously a warlord

Singed finding religion, of a sort, and a cigarette

An unconscionable number of poros

And the Prophet of the Arcane...

[arthursfuckinghat]

The Miles We Walked (And Will Walk)

[short fic based on this, also on my ao3]

It had been a long time since John had stepped foot in Valentine.

And honestly? He never planned to again, not after that business with Cornwall and those damn sheep.

But after meeting with Sadie, as per her request, Rachel was getting fussy. The mare knew she could swindle a treat or two from her rider, but this time, she was out of luck.

So, with a huff, they headed down the familiar dirt street toward the stables.

Valentine hadn’t changed much - Same weathered wooden signs creaking in the breeze, the smell of manure and pine, the churned-up mud still thick underfoot. It was like the years hadn’t touched this place. Not much had changed, except him.

"Morning," the stable hand chirped, "That's a fine horse you got there."

Honestly, she was. It wasn't often that John saw Thoroughbreds around, her seal brown coat was especially gorgeous in the sunlight. Quite the horse indeed.

"Thanks, just need some hay and a few carrots for her."

With a nod, the man disappeared out back to fetch the goods, leaving John to let his eyes wander. There weren't many horses here, all things considered. A Half-bred, a Standardbred and a Morgan nickered softly in their stalls to the right.

But on the left, almost hidden away in a shadowed stall, was a horse that caught John’s eye. A dark head lifted, ears perked at his attention, and something about the animal stirred a long buried memory.

His brow furrowed. Wasn't that one of Arthur's horses?

"I'll be damned.." John muttered under his breath.

Carefully, he approached the stallion, hand outstretched. The horse didn’t hesitate, nuzzling into his palm like an old friend. John let out a weak laugh, gently patting it's neck. The big bastard remembered him.

"Long time no see, eh boy?"

The ardennes snorted, leaning into John’s hand, relishing the attention. A heaviness settled in John’s chest for a moment. Arthur had loved this horse, he remembered when the man proudly trotted into camp with it, and to see it here, tucked away and forgotten? Arthur would have been devastated.

The stable hand returned, arms loaded with hay and carrots. “I’d mind your hands with that one, partner,” he warned. “The thing don’t like anybody.”

John gave the horse one last scratch behind the ears, glancing over at the man. “That so?”

The stable hand shrugged, dropping the supplies on a nearby crate. “Guess it likes you. Ain’t nobody wanted it since it was left here. That fella didn’t seem right to me at the time, left a lot of money for us to look after it, but that was ’bout eight years ago now.”

Eight years. John could recall the last time he saw Arthur as if it happened yesterday. The way he fought, the way he pushed on with his horse until neither of them could go any further. He remembered, he was there. Hosea had given Arthur that horse, he remembered that too. How Arthur cradled the animal’s head, giving it one last goodbye, only to join it not long after.

The fact that Arthur wanted his other horse to be taken care of, even after he passed, struck John harder than he would have liked.

"How much for it?"

The stable hand huffed, rubbing the back of his neck. "You sure you want it? There's other horses 'round here."

John didn’t answer right away. He looked back at the ardennes, at the weight of the years resting on its shoulders, and felt that familiar prickle of old grief rising again. The horse was more than just a memory of Arthur, it was a piece of him. Something alive in the world that still remembered.

"How much?"

With a sigh, the man's eyes met John's. "Four dollars for the feed. The horse.. you can just take. You'd be doin' me a favour, but don't go tellin' folk I sold you that bastard of a horse."

John fished out a few dollars and gave the man what was due, shoving the goods into his satchel before turning back to the horse. The stable hand dusted off the saddle that he recognised as Arthur's, setting it down near the stall as he untangled the rest of the tack that came with it. John unlocked the gate and slowly geared up the horse, murmuring soft reassurances as he did.

“I’ll stable your other horse if you’re takin’ this one out,” the stable hand offered.

John muttered a quick thanks as he finished securing the saddle. The horse was a little jumpy, but John took it slow, carefully leading the stallion outside. He stepped back for a moment, glancing at the ardennes standing in the sunlight. It's grey coat glistened, the dark hues blending once more as the dust shifted. It didn’t look like the animal had aged a day.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” John murmured, giving the horse a pat. “Roca, was it? Arthur was always odd with names, wasn’t he?”

The stallion let out a deep huff, taking in the fresh air, softly nudging John's arm in agreement.

Satisfied, he put his foot in the stirrup and swung himself up into the saddle, giving Roca a nudge as they headed out of town. The ardennes moved steadily beneath him, falling into a rhythm as if it had been waiting for this for years.

“Sorry I ain’t Arthur,” John mumbled, patting the horse’s neck. “But you and me will get along fine, right boy?”

The stallion gave a content huff in response, the tension in the horse’s body easing with each step. John looked out ahead, the road stretching far into the distance.

“Maybe I’ll take you to see him, one of these days.”

The words hung in the air, a quiet promise. John straightened in the saddle, giving the horse another nudge. There were miles yet to ride, but for the first time in years, he didn’t mind the journey.

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @theotherbuckley @daffi-990 @tizniz @bidisasterevankinard @dangerpronebuddie @hoodie-buck @aroeddiediaz 💖

I'm jumping between wips and ships so much rn, but trust me, it's even more chaotic in my brain like at all times lol it's so annoying

wasn't gonna post today but I figured I'd share a bit of the cheating fic bc I moved my self-imposed deadline to middle of may and istg I'm not moving it again so I need motivation to finish this lmao

(this scene is fighting me ngl, but I need it, and it's just gonna need a lot of editing but for now this is just a rough draft lol)

prev snippet

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Not breaking the kiss, Eddie shifts, throwing his leg over Buck’s lap, straddling him, and Buck’s hands immediately wrap around his hips, bringing him closer, as close as possible, just needing Eddie closer. Eddie gasps when their crotches collide, and breaks the kiss, Buck’s lips moving to Eddie’s neck.

“Buck.” Eddie whispers. “Buck, we- we should talk.” Eddie tries, but one of his hands is tangled in Buk’s hair, holding on tight. Buck stills his movements, looks up at Eddie and sees reluctance in his face. He’s not sure if it’s reluctance to stop or continue, and he needs to know for sure, would never want Eddie to feel pressured in any way. They have no alcohol to blame this time, after all.

“If you want to, let’s stop, and we can talk.” Buck says, voice a little shaky as he adds, “But we can always talk tomorrow?”, knowing this is a very bad decision, once again. He’s looking at Eddie’s face and sees something complicated, a conflict, a battle with himself. His eyes roam over Buck’s face, lingering on his eyes, then lips, then back to eyes. In the end, some part of Eddie wins, or loses, and he captures Buck’s lips with his own again.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @thebravebitch @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck

@eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life

@diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @weewootruck

@loveyouanyway @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff

@spotsandsocks @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @nmcggg @rogerzsteven @hippolotamus

@giddyupbuck @sunshinediaz @honestlydarkprincess @underwaterninja13 @exhuastedpigeon

@911-on-abc @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @buddieswhvre @fortheloveofbuddie

@diazsdimples @your-catfish-friend

[wondrouswendy]

Forget to Remember, Chapter 30 Fandom: Alan Wake (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fictional Alex Casey/Alan Wake Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Canon Compliant, Canon Retelling, POV First Person, Romance, Horror, Angst, Drama, Humor, Friendship, Character Study, Self-Discovery, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Loss, Miscommunication, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Established Relationship Series: Part 2 of Kill Your Darlings Summary: The trip to Bright Falls was supposed to be a relaxing vacation, a chance to get out from under the collapsed remains of my writing career and to reconnect with my wife. But it was just another part of the spiral. The longest fall into dark depths. I landed into the arms of the person I least expected, the hero I had forgotten.

Armed with the knowledge his allies will be safe inside the Well-Lit Room, Alan and Casey leave the dam to drive back to Cauldron Lake. During the drive, they find another manuscript page with strange specific instructions.

Read chapter 30 here on AO3!

[princess-ofpizza]

Can't believe I would put myself through this torture (re-reading my favourite fanfiction at 4am) again!

[the-magicians-ravens]

god bless the elmax and ronance authors and artists out there. truly you guys are doing the most-est

[corvuscorona]

Gravity

( EXPLICIT | No Warnings Apply | 1/1 chapter | 11394 words )

Since this courtship's beginning, Astos has learned a thing or two about Jack's preferences—and though his preference for Astos has resurfaced only very slowly, since the first reset they've been forced to endure, and though Astos has spent every moment of that long wait suffering, all the time apart has given him the opportunity to plan ahead.

April 1st really should be 🃏 International Jackstos Day 💖, right? I'm serious. This fic is serious; I am not playing around here. I'm frolicking with wild abandon sure but that's not the same thing!!!

Rated E for Earthly. The tags on this one are pretty simplistic, which may cause you to wonder: why and how 11k of words? To which I would answer: there is a model of excruciating detail in my mind's eye regarding the Jackstos Interpersonal Relationship Progression Over Time, and for reasons that I could (but will not) get into, it is best delivered to you interwoven with. ssssssssome stuff.

Happy April Fools(-In-Love)!! 💜✨

🌟 [ Keeper ] 🌟 [ Coherence ] 🌟 [ Mortification ] 🌟 [ Asking for More ] 🌟 🌟 [ Standing Comment Exchange ] 🌟 [ 250+ posts about this stuff ] 🌟

I mention this in the endnote, too, but: this fic has existed in some form or another since November of 2023 (less than a month after I witnessed the end of the video game). Isn't that amazing. I experienced Stranger of Paradise, got possessed (oneshot demon), got possessed (monstrous longfic demon), got possessed (AFM) & got possessed (this) within, like, a couple of weeks? I think? My first draft of Keeper is from like a month and a half later, also.

Always keep Jackstos in your heart, mind, & processing vortex. I hope you have an excellent Them Day, & I hope you enjoy my new this!

[hollywoodsargeant]

boyish - chapter 12 16.5k words | 151.8k words total | loscar

“You’re just the expert of amicable break ups, or something.” Logan doesn’t think about Oscar saying that when one of Mia’s friends comes into his work the summer after graduation and asks if he’s “finally dating that Australian boy.” He says no, because he’s not, and she leaves appearing unconvinced. Logan can barely remember her name, but for some reason, he’s upset she doesn’t know Oscar’s. It makes him feel weirdly sick. He daydreams about crawling into a bucket of live bait and waiting to be thrown out to the water, seeing who will latch onto him first.

IT'S BEEN 84 YEARS (three months)... i hope this waters ur crops. 16k words of boyish loscar back on the table. my semester is almost over and i might explode if i don't finish this fic soon i have been dying to share the ending with you all <3 if anyone remembers me saying i was afraid of chapter 12 please know it kicked my ass way harder than i ever dreamed it could. PLEASE ENJOY!

+ here is a link to chapter one if you would prefer :)