#i should have probably combined this with their other wip

[ressjeon]

whatever you want ⤑ jjk (m.)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: you wanted a simple birthday celebration despite Jungkook insisting on doing the opposite. but of course, he can never say no to you.

rating: 18+ | word count: 2.3k

genre/au: smut, fluff, established relationship, birthday!au

warnings/content: explicit sexual content, dom/sub dynamics (sub!jungkook hehe), slight masochism, pet names, teasing, unprotected sex, oral (fellatio), finger sucking, bathroom sex

a/n: it's been more than two years when i got this ask and i haven't touched this wip ever since but it's my birthday month lol. hello april and happy quarter life to me <3

At first glance, anyone would’ve been fooled by how your boyfriend styles himself. Mostly wears black, has tattoos and piercings and now he’s sporting this mullet which made him extra hot. Every person you encounter would always gush how domineering he must be which made you smile at times because of how wrong they are.

Today's your special day and you didn't know what to do until your boyfriend informed you yesterday of his plan on taking you out on your birthday. He wouldn't tell you where and what you'll be doing though, because it's supposed to be a surprise for you. 

Jungkook, your lovely boyfriend has been ready while you're still in the bathroom vanity drying your hair. Even though the two of you are night owls and tend to wake up way later in the day, you usually wake up first due to being a sensitive sleeper but today he beat you up to it. He's probably just excited about what he's planning today.

“baby are you almost done?” he knocks on the door just as you're finishing up. “hmm, come in Kook”.

You never should have asked him to come in because fuck he looks extra hot in his denim-clad outfit. Your boyfriend’s extremely good-looking, even more so with his long-curly mullet but combine it with this outfit? immaculate.

“baby?” he queries and you beckon him closer. 

There is confusion on Jungkook’s face when he nears you but maybe you just needed him with something. You wrap your arms on his shoulders as soon as he’s in front of you, scanning his outfit from head to toe.

“are these new?” you asked, padding his light denim jacket. “yeah, do you like it?” he asks, completely oblivious to what you were planning to do to him.

“mhmm” you pull off his jacket which further confused him. Maybe this is what you need him for? You want to wear his jacket? Or buy something similar later so you could match?

You surprise him when you put your face on his clothed chest, nuzzling his white shirt while your hands started caressing both his arms. He turns to kiss your hair, recognizing the shampoo you’re using to be his.

“you smell good baby” you take another breath in, relishing Jungkook's fresh scent, plus another one that fabric softener that you've grown to like.

He always smells so good and it brings you comfort when you’re not in a good mood. However, it also riles you up, making you suddenly so needy in a quick snap.

Your hands begin wandering around the rest of his body at once, reaching down the waistline of his denim. Jungkook’s not sure how to respond to your touches today. You randomly get needy but you haven’t given him any instructions yet.

He didn’t want to initiate anything lest it upsets you.

One of your hands comes up to hold his face, while the other fists on his torso. He stares through your darkening eyes, muttering an “i love you” after calling your name softly.

“i love you too jungkook, so much” your lips met his for a quick kiss but he couldn’t help deepening it, grabbing you by the waist when your hand slid down to his abdomen. You tug the end of Jungkook’s mullet, earning a deep groan from him.

He knows what it means though, so he reluctantly releases you.

“please, baby” his pleading eyes never left yours but you only respond by pulling up the belt loop of his pants. You chuckle a bit, marvelling how tiny his waist is that the pants they sent him are still a bit loose for him.

He gets antsier the more you play around with his shirt, thinking that you want him to take it off but you shake your head.

“i like it on you baby” 

As much as you love his gorgeous body, your mood seems to want him on his shirt today. It must be because of his rolled sleeves that showed his muscular arms and his intricate tattoos.

But you know you'll lose control right away if he’s going to be fully naked in front of you.

“is that why you called me here? to make you feel good?” he asked curiously but with excitement. You’re already unbuttoning his pants and he can’t wait to shower you with whatever you want today.

“not really but you looked so hot so i just wanna..” you trail off as you pull down his denim jeans, cupping the existent bulge before massaging it. Your touches have riled him up in the past few minutes, knowing the sensitive parts of his body inside out so it’s no surprise that he’s hard already.

“can i? please baby…” 

Jungkook doesn’t know what you're really asking but he sees the glint in your eyes so he nods.

“so hard already hmm” his eyes widen when you suddenly kneel on the floor, making him agitated because he should be the one making you feel good today, not you.

“babe get up, let me eat you out or something” he tries but his quickening breaths give it away. Jungkook does want your mouth on him as it’s always been his favourite when you suck him off.

“no, want this” you huff, pulling down his boxers slowly, revealing his delicious cock you’ve been craving this whole morning.

Of course, like the good boy he is, he doesn’t fight you anymore when you begin pumping his throbbing length. You ponder on playing with the head but tt’s been throbbing in your hand so you swallow it, immediately tasting his pre-cum on your tongue. 

Jungkook’s about to remove his shirt this time so it won’t obscure the view of you sucking him off but you slap his toned thigh. You release him after hearing a soft “fuck”, already knowing his love for pain when he twitches in your mouth.

“just pull up your shirt, okay?” you smile wickedly at him before putting his cock back in your mouth.

“i-i should be the one.. making you f-feel good” he whines, the guilt evident in his tone so you release him again, opting to pump his dick instead.

“but you are kookie” you insist, pouting at him. “i feel good by making you feel good too” you look up at him, observing his gaping expression as you keep pumping him faster.

“but–“ he tries again, pulling the edge of his white shirt more to bite it with his teeth, exposing his defined abs to you while grounding himself.

shit, this is gonna be hard for you.

You're already drooling to have him back in your mouth.

“is it not good?” you tease, faking the dismayed tone in your voice and he suddenly panics. One of your hands comes up to stroke his abs and it’s making him incoherent that he almost forgot you’re asking a question until you pinch one of his nipples.

“n-no! it’s good, it's so good fuck but babe i don’t think i’ll last“ he whimpers, chest heaving because he’s nearing his peak. His frantic hand suddenly grabs yours, surprisingly with care given how hard he’s gripping the vanity counter, his knuckles turning white. 

You decided to stop teasing him, letting go of his angry cock and he’s almost crying with the way he’s whining in protest. He pulls your hand that he’s holding and brings it to his mouth. He sucks on them including two of his fingers to distract himself. He’ll do anything to shift his mind’s focus instead to stop himself from cumming so soon.

He stops though when you stand up and remove your robe, his needy eyes staring at your tits down to your pussy. You’re fully naked now in front of him and you can clearly see the ounce of control he’s trying to maintain.

“want your cock in me. now” you state as soon as you prop yourself on the counter. Jungkook immediately scrambles to position himself between your legs, the demand in your voice never failing to make his body shiver.

“fuck, i-“ he fumbles, prying your legs wider without missing caressing your thighs in the process. You preen, hands kneading his shoulders before leaning in to give him a quick kiss, the same time he pushes his cock inside you, earning a breathy moan from you both.

He didn’t waste time and pounded you right away, sensing the neediness in your voice. Add that you keep scratching his muscled back with your long, manicured nails, urging him further to quicken his thrusts.

“god kook, you fuck me so good” you reel, pulling his hair as he fucks you with fervour. You can feel his smile against your neck as he pauses to nip your skin.

Jungkook’s roughening up on handling you. Just how you like, not forgetting to whine right by your ear when he’s not leaving marks on your neck. Your back’s gonna be bruised from being pressed against the sink but you don’t care. You love it when Jungkook marks you just as he loves it when you do the same to him.

He senses that you’re close already, wanting to do more but you tighten your legs around his slim waist. Jungkook’s been doing his best to make sure you cum first but he doesn’t wanna stop you again like earlier. He continues kneading every part of your gorgeous body that he can reach, planting his palms behind you. 

“shit babe i’m close”  

“already? come on baby, cum in me” you coo, wanting nothing more than to be filled up by him. You’ve been noticing his struggle since you teased him earlier but you knew he’s been waiting for your permission. It’s always been your call but today’s a special day so he can't afford to be bratty.

“fuck, i love you baby” his sparkling eyes are looking at you with so much admiration. His hand slips where the two of you meet, rubbing your swollen nubs rapidly until you gush around his cock. Only then he slows down his thrusts, his tip still touching that soft spot inside you.

“love you too…” you choked on your breath, still basking on that amazing orgasm your lovely boyfriend just gave you. “my baby star candy” you add, focusing on playing with his long hair and Jungkook looks away, suddenly feeling shy at the nickname that you came up with after knowing his love of those small, star-shaped sugar candies.

fuck he’s so cute.

This is why you love teasing him always. Jungkook scratches the back of his neck, the pink hue on his cheeks brightening at your nickname of him. You wonder how a man can be so fucking hot and adorable at the same time; all sweaty from fucking you so good and then he’s all smiles, his dimple poking as he pulls out of you.

“oh baby i forgot to tell you, i would’ve bought the cake with us outside but well..” he looks upwards, his bashful smile only made your heart warmer. Smiling fondly, you begin brushing his long hair, “light it up baby”.

He looks like he wanted to say more but not finding the right words. He starts playing on his lip ring, biting his lips while avoiding your eyes.

“is this your gift to me?” you tease and his big eyes widened, the panic in them rising again.

“no no, i mean-i didn’t mean to-" he stutters, clearly nervous but you only chuckle, patting his neck to calm him down.

“it’s okay koo, i’m too tired to go out anyways” you whisper, eyes drifting to his lips, the need to kiss him again coming back.

“okay okay, i’ll prepare it hmm?” he scrambles to clean you up, still a little nervous that he's upset you somehow. You shake your head, gesturing to him to go ahead and prepare his "surprise".

When he leaves, you finally get ready, having to clean up and basically redo everything. You hear Jungkook preparing so you wait until it turns quiet before going out.

The lights were off but thankfully you can maneuver around the living room. Then out of the corner, Jungkook appeared with a round cake filled with strawberry in the middle. The candle burning illuminated the both of you, your smile now so wide while looking at him.

Only then you notice the tripod by the sofa, recording all of these so you waved your hand to it. Jungkook's gonna edit those clips later for sure, the both of you having similar hobbies of storing precious memories.

He's your personal photographer as you are to him. You have a tradition of doing a birthday photoshoot at least. Before meeting him, you used to do it with friends before but as you grew older, it's not just possible to do it anymore with your different schedules.

Jungkook starts singing happy birthday and you sing along while clapping and swaying with the tempo.

"make a wish, baby" he says softly as he places the cake on the table, grabbing his camera from the chair to film you from a different angle.

And you close your eyes to do so.

First, giving thanks for reaching another year of your life and everything else, including having Jungkook in your life. Your birthdays have never felt special these past few years because of your boyfriend's presence, it made them special.

After blowing the candle, Jungkook kisses you right away, a distraction because you felt bits of frosting on your face as soon as he released you. Instead of fighting back, you laugh instead, making faces at him which made him laugh hysterically.

You'll let it slide for today. Maybe.

"time for pictures kook" you raise your eyebrows at him and Jungkook almost choked on the slice of cake he's eating. He drops his plate instantly, smiling at you cutely. You roll your eyes and start posing, all while concocting another plan to use your birthday as an advantage.

You're wearing a mischievous grin, staring at the camera and Jungkook visibly gulps.

It's a special day and that means, special punishments.

e/n: a reminder that i don't do request, this is just a special case :)

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for @definitelynotaminion; Clark panic-adopts his teenage clones. Yes, including the supervillain one. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“I know. But you didn’t meet them because I introduced you to them,” Superman says, sounding–strange, somehow. Bothered, almost. Match has gone so far past not understanding this man that he might just give up on the idea entirely, and frankly the fact he hasn’t yet is beginning to look like a waste of mental resources. 

Thirteen just keeps looking uncomfortable, either way. Upset, maybe, but not in the way Match is used to seeing him upset. Normally Thirteen’s angry, when Match sees him. Normally Match is making Thirteen angry when he sees him. The expression the other’s wearing right now reminds him more of the first time they’d met than that, though. The first time they’d met, and the things that Thirteen had said to him, and the things Thirteen had said to Spence and the directors because of him. 

( or–FOR him, maybe. )

Those things had all been absolutely clueless and incredibly stupid and straight-up naive and a total waste of everyone in the conversation’s time on top of that, and Match never thinks about a single one of them. 

He knows better. 

“I mean, I know that? Like, obviously I know that. But I don’t get what it’s got to do with all this shit, man,” Thirteen says, gesturing expansively but directionlessly around them and looking increasingly frustrated. Match isn’t sure why the idiot’s still this close to him, if not actually outright behind him anymore. At this point it’s more like he’s just next to him. He supposes that makes it easier for Superman to give them their orders simultaneously, though he has a hard time believing Thirteen would’ve thought to do something even remotely practical. 

. . . though Superman doesn’t give Thirteen orders, really. At least, he never did when he was talking to Match and didn’t know the difference. He didn’t talk to him all that much, though, so it’s not like Match can really say it’s a particularly large sample size he’s basing that observation off. 

Though probably percentage-wise it is, considering. 

“Because you should have,” Superman says. “I should have brought you here a long time ago, in fact.” 

“Superboy hasn’t even existed for ‘a long time’,” Match says in exasperation, which is probably stupid to say, but–it’s irritating. That’s all. Superman just keeps saying total fucking nonsense combinations of words in vague approximations of logical statements and expecting them to understand what he means, and it’s not–if it’s a test, it’s not one with clear parameters or useful metrics. It’s not objective. 

Match hates the tests that aren’t objective. 

“I mean, he’s got a point,” Thirteen mutters under his breath, glancing away uncomfortably and folding his arms. Match is almost more annoyed that the idiot is agreeing with him than anything else, or would be if Superman wasn’t just constantly saying such absolute bullshit that the man’s just fucking up the curve beyond all reason. 

And he does, in fact, have a point. 

“I . . . that’s–true, yes,” Superman says slowly. “But has it felt like a long time to you?”

[thelikesofus]

Buddie Fic Recs

AKA Talented Mutuals Tuesday

Except I spent so long making this list that the timezones changed over BUT I wanted to show my mutuals some love and now that we are going into the hiatus I thought you might all like a list of quality fics to keep you occupied while there is no new Weewoo show. 

I don't know if anyone will actually want to join in on this but if you do the rules are simple:

SHOW YOUR MUTUALS SOME LOVE! Share your favourite fics, (or gifs, edits, literally anything that your very talented mutuals have made), as many or as few as you like but let's share the love around <3

Apologises in advance for the long post btw

@speaknowdiaz I would literally read anything that April writes and would probably sell a limb for the incredible WIPs I know she's still cooking up but here are a couple of my faves:

pining and anticipation (I don't want you like a best friend)

Buck challenges Eddie to try to hit on him after teasing Eddie for not having any ‘game’. This fic is very funny and very soft.

believe in one thing (i won't go away)

This fic hit me straight in the feels. Buck and Eddie go to couples therapy even though they aren't a couple and they work through some stuff.

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@thosetwofirefighters Incredible amazing Nat ily xx

Say It All Out Loud

Eddie comes out to Aunt Pepa after his ‘date’ with Vanessa. I am a little bit biased towards this one because she did write it for me but it's honestly just so good!

How to Cure Boredom: Buckley Edition

The 118 are stuck at the firehouse during a slow shift and Buck entertains them all by mattress-surfing the loft stairs. It’s soft and silly and in the same universe as her other fic Safe in His Arms.

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@loveyourownsmiilee The wonderful amazing Juju not only writes incredible meta and keeps us all fed with Oliver content but Juju also writes wonderful buddie fic. 

When Were You Under Me?

Who doesn’t love a Friends AU. This is Buck and Eddie as Ross and Rachel and it is hilarious and so sweet. 

You should also check out her Buddie Language Meta if you have not read it before <3

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@elvensorceress Jenwyn’s work always astounds me so be sure to check these out:

Color Him Father, Color Him Love

I will scream from the rafters how much I adore this fic and yes it did make me cry (happy tears). It’s a look into Buck’s head after his sperm donor kid is born and he realizes what Christopher (and Eddie) truly mean to him. I know I have recced this before but it deserves all the love. 

Unless You Ask Me To

Eddie dates a man for the first time, and Buck is completely 'Fine'. This is a preemptive rec because it is one chapter away from completion and I have been saving it to binge in one sitting but knowing Jenwyn and her incredible talent I guarantee this will be worth the read. 

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@spotsandsocks If anyone’s work is guaranteed to make me sob like a baby (happy, sad, or tears of laughter) it’s Spotty. 

Everything But (temptation)

This is Spotty’s newest fic and it's just brilliant. Buck is practicing extreme self-control whilst Eddie is being an irresistible menace. 

Could Have, Should Have, Would Have

Buck finally tells Eddie he loves him right before Eddie’s new boyfriend is supposed to meet Christopher. Honestly, all I can say about this fic is that it’s a masterpiece and I screamed many times while reading it. 

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@shortsighted-owl Wonderful amazing Owly (Abbi). I appreciate you so and you make my dash so happy xx

Of foam-moustached kisses, and button combinations

For all your sweet domestic buddie needs this is the fic. Eddie is practicing a video game to get better than Chris and Buck makes fun of his ex-technophobe boyfriend. 

Also THIS EDIT SET to the lyrics of You’re All That I Have by Snow Patrol make me assdffgghjjklkll

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@lilbuddie Okay, this one is just a brag because Minja doesn’t actually have any fics published yet (side eye) but I wanna make sure she is on everyone’s radar for when she does because yall are not ready for the incredible amazing talent that is this girl’s writing!! So go check out the snippets on her Tumblr and badger her until she finishes something plssssss

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@wheelsupin-five Hi! <3

Almost Almost Almost

This adorable of Buck who is always cold and Eddie warms him up I– asfffghhjkklllll

Under Kitchen Light

SO SOFT! Buck wakes up and Eddie isn't there, Buck finds him in the kitchen. 

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@rogerzsteven Simi owns my heart and by that I mean my heart is locked in a cage in Simi’s basement where it is occasionally beaten to a pulp by the most incredibly angsty fics you've ever read.

Cleanse

Buck is extremely nauseous and Eddie takes care of him while I sob over them in a corner.

build me a home underground (free from light and sound)

This fic is so brutal in all the best ways, my heart was in my throat the entire read! Buck gets trapped in a sensory deprivation room while the 118 and Athena race to find him. 

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@ashavahishta another incredibly talented mutual of mine

out of ashes

Is it really a Meegs rec list if I don’t rec this fic honestly it's engraved on my soul. This is a criminal minds/greys inspired fic where Buck is kidnapped and tortured until the 118 can find him. This fic is so so well written and means a million things to me I could never explain but pleaseeeee read it!! 

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@jobairdxx hello lovely xx

Oh, We Pray to Make it Through the Night

Highly recommend this fic, I do love a near-death experience fic! Buck gets injured on a call and Eddie falls asleep holding vigil at his bedside. 

Jules also writes beautiful poetry on Tumblr so go read some of that too <3

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@monsterrae1 MISS RAE! YOU INCREDIBLE THING! <3

love is on its way

I know we’re all a little bit in mourning over the couch theory but it lives on in our hearts and in this fic which has six moments between Buck and Eddie on the Diaz couch (and she’s a wee bit spicy too).

Buck's café (take my heart, just not my order)

Coffee Shop AU. Buck runs the shop where the 118 order all their drinks on shift. I absolutely adore this fic! 

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@alyxmastershipper RYAN!! INCREDIBLY TALENTED MUTUAL THAT YOU ARE!! 

there's always been a rainbow hangin' over your head

If “aasdsdfghhjkl” was a person it was me reading this fic. Eddie comes out to Buck, receives a quirky mug, and gets together with the love of his life. In that order.

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@bekkachaos Wonderful, amazing Bekka xxx

lose yourself in the feeling

I am a sucker for ‘accidental kisses’ and this was just wonderful. Buck is so excited about Maddie and Chim getting engaged that he kisses Eddie when he tells him. 

start me up, open my eyes

Okay, the mild sexual content tag is a lie, nothing has ever been closer to smut without actually being smut than this fic, I have never been so wound up reading a fic. Bekka builds the tension so so well. 

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@sibylsleaves honestly I'm still a little in shock that we're mutuals now so please excuse me while I fangirl over your incredible writing!

with a bird at your door

Eddie starts spending all his time with Buck. Which would be fine if it weren't for the fact that Buck is in love with him. This fic is the perfect mixture of pining, angst, and a happy ending. And yes I think about this fic frequently I love it okay. 

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@mysteriouslyyounggalaxy last but certainly not least (for now). hello lovely xx

(tell the gravedigger) better dig two

Missing scenes from while eddie is trapped in the well followed by the most perfect extended reunion scene. We all know I am a sucker for fics based on the well incident, it’s literally how i started writing for buddie but omg this fic!!!! 

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Remember to share the love around and happy hiatus to you all.

Love, Meegs xxxx

[batri-jopa]

"Currently"

Since I've already been tagged by both @figuringthengsout and @notasapleasure I should finally do something about it🫡

favorite color: recently it's yellow💛💛💛 Juicy mango type of yellow the most. Often combined with black and white because I enjoy looking like an oriole:

last song: Tina Turner - GoldenEye

last movie: Mask (1994) (and maaan how I never suspected I would look at Stanley Ipkiss as a relateable character when I grow older...😅)

currently reading: Romans na receptę - another one of few books by Monika Szwaja that my mum borrowed in our local library. I like her style and it breaks my heart that she died being only 65🥺 There's always so much hope and friendliness and support in the world that she's depicting. And, fascinating enough, there's usually AroAllo woman representation somewhere and depicted in the positive way! Of course it is not called "aromantic" by a polish writer born in 1949, more likely for the main male character to call that "AroAllo" woman character a "robot" who "uses him as as a sex toy"🤭 - BUT nevertheless even the male protagonist really likes her, appreciates her skills as loyal assistant, treats her as good friend to confess his problems to and genuinely wishes her all the luck!👍 In other books you can expect other queers occasionally too (like a teenage son who turns out to have a boyfriend), but it's always in sympathetic and realistic yet bringing-back-faith-in-humanity kind of way🫠

currently watching: umm... nothing actually (I feel like a weirdo😑 Like maybe I should start watching sth finally just so I could fill in the meme next time around? I do have a lot of series on my "to watch list")

currently craving: MANAGE TO GET SHIT DONE!💪 seriously I need either only 2 working days a week instead of 3 or... better time organisation😩 (so what that I have 4 "free" days a week now when there are emails to answer and books to read, and my pictures to make into album, and family members to visit, and all the new pictures' ideas to draw, and new tumblr posts to create, and those fic-WIPs waiting for so long already, and... I wonder if scheduling everything in precize days and hours would help me to feel more organised somehow?🤔 or only feel more remourse for not being able to follow the schedule?😑)

tea or coffee: Oh, so glad you asked! Tea please, black, strong, no sugar, no milk. Lemon appreciated but not necessarily. Thank you!🫖☕️

Tagging: @zorilleerrant , @chrisoels , @swordoftheseeker , @kaiaprax , @imaginatorofthings , @parttimereptile , @corey-m13 - some of you won't play probably so I'm just saying a friendly "hi"👋

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Young zaundads wip (22)

The second section is NSFW. Sexy times where they're both still figuring it out.

***

It's surprising how quickly word of their new market spreads. The alcohol sells – the bottles of wine that the mess hall never stocks, the clear spirits that smell like paint remover to Vander – and the gas masks sell so well that Silco's keeping a waiting list for their next two orders.

Clothing is harder. It's too hard to know what size of clothing will sell, what style or colours. The uncut fabric still takes up a lot of space and requires someone able to sew.

"And we'd need somewhere to store it," Silco complains as they look through the captain's stock. He keeps running his fingers over the fabrics, fingertips grazing over anything smooth or shiny.

"Our place?"

"Somewhere I'm happy for other people to come and see the goods," Silco replies. He firmly believes the safest approach is to make sure no one knows where they sleep.

"We should ask Babette." Silco gives him a doubtful look, so Vander explains, "Her workers are probably the only ones who are going to pay just to look good. If we asked what they want, maybe we could get a selection and take it to them?"

"The captain's docked here overnight. We'll go now, check with Babette and come back."

Babette's working on the riverside this week, in a small fisherman's cottage with the tents set up behind it. They end up sitting in the front room, surrounded by scantily dressed women, waiting for Babette to be free. Vander's trying not to stare at cleavage and high cut skirts, but Silco's actually chatting away to a couple of girls in the corner, nodding and taking down notes.

He's relieved when Babette returns and leads them to a tiny kitchen out the back, with a small but serviceable table. Babette uses a small step to climb onto the chair.

"Vander," Babette says warmly, "and who's your friend?"

"Silco," Vander says, ten futures to face Silco's unimpressed expression. "I grew up on the riverside. Babette's been here as long as the bridge has."

"Longer, dear." Babette ashes her cigarette into a glass bowl. "I came here when they were building that. I remember you running wild in the streets, ten years old and trying to pretend you were grown, pouting when Callie wouldn't let you in the front door."

Honestly, Vander didn't think anyone would remember that but him.

Leaning an elbow on the table, Silco looks at him. Silco doesn't smile but there's amusement in his voice. "You tried to sneak into a brothel at ten?"

"Only to pickpocket my clients. Really, if you're not good enough to lift a wallet on the street, you shouldn't be dabbling in petty theft." Thankfully, she doesn't go into any further details. Vander has no desire to let Silco know about the time he had to run from a potential mark and hide in a barrel of chum for twenty minutes. He stank of fish for days. "Now, how can I help you boys? You didn't seem too interested in another companion."

Now, Silco smiles. "We have a business opportunity for you."

They make a list and go back to the ship. They find what they can and pay for it, and then return with their pile to Babette's back door. There are lots of flimsy fabrics, things that shine and sparkle in the candlelight. Lots of strong, bold colours.

They spread the rolls of fabric over the table and haggle good-naturedly over the price.

***

Vander's grown used to sleeping in beds that are only just wide enough for his shoulders. He's used to turning in bed very carefully, so he doesn't roll out of it by accident. The new bed that Silco buys them is double the width of the company bunks. With a thick wooden baseboard and headboard, with curves etched into the wood. It reminds Vander of the Piltover bridge, the combination of square lines and curves, a mix of practicality and beauty.

"Are you going to keep running your hands over that or are you going to get into bed?"

Vander looks over his shoulder. Despite the sharp words, Silco doesn't look annoyed. He's been sharper than usual tonight, but Vander mostly put that down to the frustration of taking the bed apart to fit it through the fissure entrance and then getting it to fit back together.

It's good and sturdy now. Vander gives the frame a little shake and it doesn't budge. "Nothing wrong with admiring a job well done."

Silco rolls his eyes and starts unbuckling his jacket. They've made the bed with a piece of cotton as a sheet and a few blankets. One pillow each, purchased from the company store. Vander wants to jump straight into it but it's probably better to strip his clothes off first. It'll be smudged with coal dust soon enough.

"You said," Silco says calmly, hanging up his clothes for tomorrow, "you wanted to fuck me when we got a bed."

Vander jerks in surprise, and then hears his shirt seam tear.

"Damn it. Remind me to fix that in the morning," he says reflexively. "And, yeah, I remember saying that. Why?"

"We now have a bed." Silco sounds fine about it but his knuckles are white as he unbuttons his pants. He slides them down and then shakes them out, hooking them on a loose nail in the wall. "So we might as well."

Vander grins to himself. It's such a practical way to approach sex – he doesn't know what else he expected from Silco.

Vander leaves his own clothes folded messily in the corner. "Have you done this before?"

"Have you?" Silco counters.

"There were a couple of girls on riverside. More fumbling than anything else." Vander shrugs. "But I haven't done… exactly this."

Silco fetches a small glass bottle from his jacket pocket. It's orange in a tall pyramid shape. "Babette suggested oil."

"You talked to Babette about this?"

Silco folds his arms across His scrawny chest. "She seemed the most reliable source of information."

Vander wants to tease him but Silco might take it personally and call the whole thing off. "Okay. Did she suggest anything else?"

"That it might be easier to relax lying on my stomach. Remember to use the oil. That the first time was bound to be uncomfortable," Silco admits, watching the bottle in his hand rather than meeting Vander's eyes, "but it would feel good by the end."

Silco presses a perfunctory kiss to Vander's mouth and pushes the bottle into his hands. Then he walks over to the bed, pulls back the blankets and then lies face down. He pulls a pillow under his cheek, and then sides his knees apart. "Are you going to stand there watching?"

"It's a very pretty sight," Vander says earnestly and Silco snorts. Vander isn't any kind of artist, he couldn't explain it if he tried. But there is something breathtaking about The warm lantern light on Silco's white skin, the shadows caused by the curve of his spine. It's something about the vulnerable backs of his knees, the long stretch of thigh, the curve of his ass. Silco likes to sleep with his hair pulled into a messy bun, but there are dark strands escaping, curling around the nape of his neck.

"You really are beautiful," Vanser says, crawling onto the bed and kneeling between Silco's legs.

Silco glares over his shoulder. "Hurry up, Vander."

The stopper is a little tricky to get free. It takes Vander an extra moment to work it out of the bottle and he has to ignore Silco's very judgemental, "Do you need assistance?"

It doesn't smell like engine oil, like diesel and machinery. It's thin and pale, and barely has a smell at all. Out of curiosity, Vander licks his finger but it doesn't taste like much either. Silco is still watching him over his shoulder, but at least he doesn't say anything.

Vander slicks up his cock first, a stroke or two to take the edge off, and then he smoothes the oil over Silco's hole, feeling it tense and relax under his fingers. He pushes two fingers inside to spread the oil, Surprised at the resistance, and Silco hisses into the pillow.

"Okay?" Vander asks, and Silco makes a muffled uh-huh noise, face still pressed into the pillow. Vander adds some more oil, hypnotised by Silco's hole stretched around his fingers. He pushes deeper and his knuckles disappear inside Silco.

Silco gasps, shoulder blades tensing as he holds tight to the pillow. Vander pushes in deeper, and he feels Silco clench around him, how hot and smooth Silco feels around his fingers.

Vander pulls his fingers out and lines up his cock. Silco is hot and smooth around him and tight. So tight. It's like fucking into a vise. "Relax, will you?"

"I'm trying," Silco snarls back at him. "Give me a minute."

Vander tries to stay still, to stop his hips from hitching forward. He presses his palms against the mattress, to either side of Silco's waist and tries to think of anything but how hot and tight Silco is around him. How he can feel Silco clench around him and then relax. How desperately he wants to bury his cock in deep.

"Silco," and it's a whine because Vander's going out of his mind. "Can I–"

"Yes," Silco says and Vander thrusts the rest of the way in. He takes a breath, tries to give Silco a moment to adjust and then he has his hands on Silco's hips, holding him steady as Vander pulls back.

He thrusts back in, fireworks skating up his spine and Silco's moan ringing in his ears. When he pulls back, Silco whines into the pillow. It's obscenely loud, the slap of skin against skin, the grunts that Vander can't stop making, the gasping whines ripped out of Silco. It drives Vander on, makes him thrust harder and hold on tighter, fingers digging into Silco's hips.

It catches him by surprise how close he is, has Vander scrambling to reach under Silco and get a hand around his cock, to jerk him off as Vander chases ecstasy with every thrust. He's desperate and clumsy but Silco is sobbing for breath, dragging in deep, wet gasps.

Then Silco freezes, clenching beneath him and around him. He comes with one last, low groan and Vander's only a few thrusts behind him. He comes deep inside Silco and then collapses onto his elbows, breathing open mouthed against Silco's back.

He can feel Silco's shuddering breaths. Can feel Silco's shoulders hitching as he forces his breathing under control again.

Vander pulls out and rolls off him, and Silco is out of bed, straight over to the flask of water and rag they use for cleaning up. He keeps his back to Vander as he washes his face first. He wipes himself down, front and back, but the whole time he's silent and keeps his back to Vander.

Silco dislikes going to sleep dirty – for any reason – but he usually has no modesty when washing and spends the time complaining that they don't have hot water.

"You okay?" Vander asks, sitting up. He stays in bed because he knows Silco doesn't react well to being cornered.

"Fine," Silco says quietly, facing the wall. He wipes down his chest again, and then fiddles with the rag, wringing it out and then laying it over the flask. "It's fine."

Silco turns the lantern down to a low glow and then comes back to bed.

Vander frowns, worried he might have got carried away. He's usually careful around people, has always had to be, but he forget around Silco. Silco would laugh at him for holding himself back and it's easy to forget the reasons Vander should. "You'd tell me if I hurt you, right?"

"It's not that," Silco says quickly, which proves it is something.

"Did you not like it?" That doesn't feel true, not with the noises Silco was making, but he's to ask.

"It's not–" Silco gives a frustrated sigh. "It was fine. It was good, it just…"

Vander rolls to his side, curves a arm around Silco's waist. He can make out Silco's familiar profile in the almost dark. "Tell me."

"I don't like the way it made me feel. Flayed open. Overwhelmed." In the dark, Silco takes a deep breath. "I don't want to do that again."

"Okay."

"Don't placate me! This was something that you wanted and now I'm saying no. You should at least be honest with me if–"

Shutting Silco up with a kiss feels like a good solution, especially when he kisses back. "I want you. However I get to have you."

"You mean, you like me on my knees sucking you off," Silco clarifies, confident enough to tease.

"I really do."

***

[hanleiacelebration]

Han/Leia Appreciation Week 2024

WE'RE BACK, BABY! "Wait, what's happening, wasn't this in August??" you might wonder. Based on your feedback, we decided to host this and (probably) future editions of Han/Leia Appreciation Week earlier in the year. July seemed like the better choice, given that it's a vacation period in both hemispheres!

This year we're also giving you the prompts over a month in advance, so you have plenty of time to plan and create!

Han/Leia Appreciation Week was an event originally hosted at @han-leia-solo between 2016-2019, but for the past three years, we've taken up the mantle here at @hanleiacelebration 😊

💖 How does Han/Leia Appreciation Week work?

The event will run from July 14th to July 20th, and there will be two different prompts each day that creators can fulfill with: fanfic, fanart, gifsets, graphics, fanvids, headcanons, crafts, playlists, rec lists. You’re encouraged to tag your posts with #hanleiaweek2024 so we can reblog them! After the week is over, we’ll share a masterlist with links to the works.

You can show your appreciation in many ways; however, please keep in mind that it has to be a creation of yours of some sort, e.g. don’t repost other people’s fanart, gifs, or unedited pictures. Rec lists should include a link to the original source both for fanfic and fanart (more on this after the cut).

🎆 The prompts

Sunday 7/14: Tradition / Ceremony

Monday 7/15: Braids & Bloodstripes (hair or clothing) / Home planet

Tuesday 7/16: AU / Canon divergence

Wednesday 7/17: Force / Belief

Thursday 7/18: Favorite scene / Favorite quote

Friday 7/19: Meeting / Escape

Saturday 7/20: Free day!

You can use only one of the daily prompts, combine both, reinterpret them, or skip the day if you can’t think of anything. If you’re not able to post on the same day for a prompt, you’re still encouraged to share it through the week—just don’t post works for a certain prompt before the day corresponding to that prompt.

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FAQs and Rules under the cut - please read!

💕 Can I post my work to another site and share the link on Tumblr?

Yes! This is a good option for people who might want to create explicit art that could be taken down on Tumblr, write a long fic or multichapter, or make videos or playlists.

💕 Does it have to be a new creation? Can I finish and post a WIP?

It has to be something that has never been posted anywhere else before, so finishing and sharing a WIP is okay! If it doesn’t fit any of the prompts, you can share it on Free Day.

💕 Is this event open to all ratings?

Yes! Just remember to use a “Read more” cut if you’re posting the whole work on Tumblr, and to add a note at the top if your work is rated Mature or Explicit, as well as if it has any major trigger warnings, so all folks can safely browse through the entries.

💕 Are there any length or quality requirements?

There’s no min. or max. length for fanfic or quality level for art, but please note that AI-generated works won’t be accepted. For gifsets, there’s a minimum of two gifs (that must be made by you!). For playlists, there’s a minimum of five songs. For rec lists of fic or fanart, there’s also a minimum of five recs. Some more questions you might have about rec lists:

- How do I share someone else’s art without posting a picture? You might post a thumbnail that crops a preview of the piece; if the piece has a title, you might use that; you might describe it; or you might say something like “this piece by [artist]”, and link to the source.

- What if I found a fanart on Google? Try to find the original source using reverse search image.

- What if I can’t still find it, can I just say “credit to the artist”? In that case, please just don’t share the piece.

- What if I know the artist but don’t have a link to the original source? Naming the artist and linking back to where you found it is okay, in that case.

💕 Can I write for canon/Legends and include other pairings?

All canons, time periods, headcanons and AUs are welcome, and you’re allowed to include side pairings, except for R*eylo. However, keep in mind that this is a Han/Leia appreciation week - at the risk of sounding repetitive, works should focus on appreciating Han and Leia’s relationship!

💕 What’s the time zone for the event?

Please don’t worry too much about time zones: when we say “day”, we always mean “whenever that day is for you in your part of the world”. IE: if it’s Monday for you, you can post your work for the Monday prompt.

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Do you have any other questions? Don’t hesitate to send us an ask or to message one of the mods: @lajulie24 @hanorganaas and @otterandterrier

We can’t wait to see what you all create!

[luna-the-bard]

Uhhhh so I’ve been. Drawing a lot lately.

I think last time I posted was like over two weeks ago? So yeah there’s a bit of a backlog.

I’m honestly not sure what else to say as an intro so I’m just gonna. Dump a bunch of art here real quick and if it doesn’t all fit then maybe I’ll make two posts or something. There WILL be rambling. Anyways-

I spent like 6 hrs last night studying one of my Boothill screenshots because I’ve been meaning to learn how to draw him.

Little did I know I was gonna go back to it today again to fix his legs. I can’t believe that asshole took 6+ hours of my life how dare he (I want to draw him again)

I took a break from drawing him somewhere in the middle there only to draw him in my sketchbook instead lol. don’t look at that gun it’s not there shh.

There’s also a new oc I’ve been working on. (Don’t mind the ref screenshot in the bg this is a wip lol)

Playing around with the idea of a princess who slays her own dragon, so when the rescuers come, their job is already done (it’s okay, they can be her getaway drivers instead). Named her Lady Eithel, although her full name and title is “Princess Eithelmira of the House of Thorns”, since she is part of her planet’s/kingdom’s royal family.

Im also putting her on the path of Beauty, because it makes more sense for her than any currently playable paths in hsr, and we know that even after the fall of an Aeon, their paths can linger (as seen with Trailblaze, Order, etc). Also, it not being a playable path means I can do whatever I want with it, and boy am I gonna have my fun >:) She’s gonna be finding Beauty in all kinds of things, folks. I’m gonna throw her around the universe into all kinds of situations (probably).

Eithel’s home planet, Struna-5, are worshippers of Idrila, and it’s said their the planet’s moon was a blessing from THEM. Struna-5 is divided into several major kingdoms, like Pelionore (that Eithel hails from) and their neighbor, Aurora. My vision for the planet overall is a combination of scifi and fantasy/medieval aesthetics. (Not unlike what Nimona did with their worldbuilding, you should go check out the art book for that film, it’s online for free)

Eithel’s been incredibly challenging for me to draw, despite having the same old traits I usually tend to give my ocs. But there’s a certain vibe I’m going for with her and it’s been hard to capture, I suppose.

Some more art of her:

She is 5’2 so if you’re over 6ft tall this is probably what you see any time she talks to you x)

I also really like the sketch I had for that wip from above.

There’s also a few earlier studies of her, including the first time I managed to capture her face/feel right:

I’ve been studying MsLeeSketchbook ‘s (on twitter) art a lot for her, I really enjoy how they paint.

I think I’m getting to the image per post limit, so have this alt lighting mockup from the wip:

I’ll put the smut and other stuff in a separate post, ig.

[levemetal]

Can I ask about the dvawtk au wqw/mqf/sj title from the WIP tag game? That one looks so intriguing👀

Omg I am SO happy you asked!!

It's a dvawtk au in the sense that characters obtain parts of pidw or svsss and are tasked to improve the plot- this time with more the very loose way it is in dvawtk rather than the more restrictive actually present system in svsss. It is also probaaaably a crack AU.

Basically one day disciple Wqw wakes up to the massive book that is pidw on his lap with the ominous message to fix the plot. So, since he is good friends with disciple Mqf here, naturally he goes straight to him. Mqf received svsss with the same task. So, together they pour over the two volumes as best as they can and decide that:

A) SJ gets replaced by a stranger in Svsss during a qi deviation when they are already peak lords for a while

B) Binghe is a nuclear bomb

C) They must somehow keep SJ from abusing his disciples or improve his situation in general

With this in mind, they enter shenanigans in order to get closer to SJ, whom the both of them were quite neutral to up until now. They enbark on quite the adventure to get Yqy & Sj to reconcile for example. A lot of their attempts backfire before they eventually, somehow, endear themselves to SJ. Sj is confused but eventually allows it and grows fond of the two idiots trying REALLY hard to improve his life now matter how much the universe seems to be against it.

Years later, while SJ and Lqg bicker about Binghe, Wqw swoops in and nabs Binghe. (Knowing how to recognize a cursed sword would do him some good, Mqf and him figured)

The Binghe here however is actually Bingge, who had reset his own timeline, and he is actually kinda pissed because he wanted to get to SQQ's peak, thank you very much!! How is he supposed to make his shizun proud now??? So cue Bingge running away to Qjp on a regular basis trying to get SJ to be proud of him and SJ at this point is more exasperated than angry. It has become a weekly occurrence that he has to kick this brat back to Wan Jian, what the hell has his life come to. And then there's his two shidis checking in every few days! Honestly.

SJ technically remembers the last timeline, although only as horrible nightmares he can never seem to remember. This plus combined with the fact he is now getting no sleep or rest maaaaybe makes him a tad suicidal. No matter, just means his two friends will get clingier.

None of the 3 is sure when exactly they became a romantic polycule but here they are now. It probably started the day SJ snapped back at other peak lords slandering Wqw and Mqf tbh. It ends up being very beneficial for the 3 of them in the long run. (Even if they have to talk out a lot of things with SJ first and give him time due to well. Sj typical trauma) SJ now has two warm weighted blankets. Mqf is overworking himself less. Wqw is being more careful in the forge lest his boyfriends slaughter him metaphorically. Yes the disciples all knew this was happening before these idiots.

SJ has been probably starting to roll off the Bingge stuff onto Ming Fan too. So congrats Ming Fan on your future half demon husband. Ning Yingying is laughing at you as we speak.

Bingge probably still takes a tumble to the abyss, not because he was pushed, but because he lost his footing and stumbled in or got tossed in by whoever was attacking the IAC.

Bonus: Mbj got a copy of svsss about the chapters concerning him and his spy which makes him drop all his plans and instead debark on a dating sim experience as he should <3 OG!Sqh will be so confused but less oblivious than Airplane was. They can stay out of the insanity, as a treat :3

Bonus bonus: Some rough sketches of the dreadful polycule :3

[skyrim-forever]

WIP Wednesday

Hello everyone, it's another Wednesday where I am and you know the drill, no pressure but if you have a wip you want to share gimme! Tagged by the wonderful @umbracirrus @lillxart <3

Tagging: @theoneandonlysemla @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @dirty-bosmer @changelingsandothernonsense

@firefly-factory @lucien-lachance @hircines-hunter @captain-of-silvenar @snowy-weather @scholarlyhermit @moriche

I have been fighting for my life with two Theomar wips and I think I need a little break because both have ended up complicated, more so then they need to be. So after this post and a fun chat with @pocket-vvardvark I was inspired to pick up my Aicantar and Vevora barbies and smash them together <3 He's showing her his projects in the lab, including something he can't identify... Under the cut for horny and dwemer sex toys :P

“Are these other artifacts you’re studying?” Gesturing to the variety of metal objects on the table, he is wide-eyed at her interest. 

“They are!” Excitedly, he points at them. “Most of this stuff is fairly standard, parts of a Dwarven sphere, outer plating of a centurion but this is currently unidentified.” Aicantar holds the mysterious object in his hands and now seeing it isolated from the others, Vevora can’t help but snicker at what it looks like. The metal object was about six inches in length and a decent circumference around. Girth would probably be the more apt word, as the tip of it was quite frankly shaped like exactly that, a tip. There’s a large button glowing the faint blue light seen on Dwemer mechanisms on the base. 

“May I?” She asks. Taking it in her hands now she can see it’s a decent weight. Hallowed but a sturdy metal, she can also see signs of wear increasingly prevalent up to the head. It cannot be any else she thinks, good to know even the Dwemer sought pleasure. They really were just like us. Grinning to herself as she proposes her own idea to Aicantar, anticipating the presence of that dearly loved flush of his once she enlightens him. “I think I know what this is, pretty boy.” Tinge of it now at the nickname. He was such a pretty boy. 

“You do? What is it? I’ve been wracking my head like crazy, no sources have described something like this.” Of course they didn’t. 

“It’s a masturbation device. Metal is not something I’ve seen but we know how the Dwemer were, can’t say I’m surprised.” The lovely hue colours his face at this, the familiar stammer leaving his lips. 

“M-m-masturbation device?” 

“Does it not look very phallic to you?” She laughs. “It’s nearly the same colour as you too, though a bit smaller.” He averts his eyes lower but the grin on his face does not avoid her gaze. Unlike many mer she knew, he could use more confidence in these matters, should feel good about himself as well. 

“I suppose it does… but how does it um, work exactly?” 

“Well, based on my own experience, one would insert it in your preferred area for pleasure and thrust it in and out like the actual act itself.” Turning her attention to the button now, Vevora wonders what it does. “Does the button do anything or is that a mystery too?”

“I was able to get it working but, well, now I’m more confused.” He said. Taking that as her cue, and very curious herself, she presses it. The genius of the long gone mer is even more pronounced as the shaft vibrates in her hand.

“Oh that is something.”

She must have been staring at it for too long. The low hum of this very intriguing machine combined with the sensation on her skin has the Dunmer woman desperately wondering what it would feel like when her lover speaks. 

“Are you sure? I just mean that, well I‘ve never seen, um not that there’s-” Cutting him off by holding his cheeks between her thumb and index finger, she lightly strokes down to his lower jawline.  

“I guess we can’t know for certain, but would like to see me test the hypothesis?” Gently guiding his body via face, she flips so that she is now the one leaning against the laboratory table. 

“You want to…” 

“Yes.” Pulling him into a kiss, the grip on his mage robes firm as she has quite the distance to bring him. “And I’ll need an expert to observe, think you can do that?”

“Yes, Vevora, yes. I can, I would, I would,” Eager as ever, it takes him a bit to express it. “I would very much like to see you do that.” That was something she hoped would never change, his flustered behaviour even though they had done a number of activities together, Aicantar was still tripping over his words and becoming a blushing mess when she was forward with him. He greatly enjoyed direction and she liked giving it, in all ways he was an exceptional student. A welcomed change from the mer she spent two decades attempting to have, finding herself in a haze until dawning on her was the realization she never had and never would possess him.  Yes, the Altmer was a very welcomed upgrade and maybe that is why she found herself so sweet on the Dwemer scholar.  Maybe it was because he was new to the world of romance, still nervous but yearning, aching for her. He actually wanted her but never expecting anything physical; that turned her on even more, knowing he was content just to spend time with her, chatting away about their respective vocations. Smirking now, she answers. 

“I know you would.”

[lavellenchanted]

Hi and happy new year! About the touches ask game, if you're ever inspired to do "12. possessive hand-holding" or "43. raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly" with Japril, I'll be seated. Good luck with the writing and the WIPs! :)

HIIII thank you very much for sending this and for being patient🩷But can I interest you in a combination of BOTH because WHY NOT.

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"Hey, sorry I'm late -"

The words fade on Jackson's tongue as he hurries down the steps to the Foundation's foyer, because April hasn't even noticed him. She's chatting with someone near the door - a man, who has his back turned towards Jackson, so it's difficult to say whether or not he knows him, but he's tall, dark-haired and broad shoulders, and as April laughs something clenches and twists in Jackson's gut because all he can see is Matthew.

It's not him, Jackson tells himself sternly. For one thing Matthew's several states away, and for another he and April have hardly spoken since their divorce was finalised so even if he was here April wouldn't be chatting or freely or easily.

But still, for a moment, Jackson is thrown back to Grey-Sloan; to watching April fall for a handsome paramedic who was everything she's been wanting since she was thirteen years old, to feeling jealousy dig its jagged, burning claws into him and to the slow, terrible realisation that he might lose the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Of course, he'd managed to lose her anyway and his world has felt so hollow since. Until these last few months, together in Boston. Thinking maybe they were getting a fresh start.

Which is perhaps why he doesn't stop to think before striding over to join April and whoever she's talking to.

"Hey, there you are." He slides his hand into hers deliberately, not looking at her companion, and laces their fingers together. "Sorry, I'm late - got pulled into a surgery earlier, so I had to push a meeting back."

April looks faintly bemused, glancing down at their hands and then back at him, but smiles anyway. "That's okay, I wasn't waiting long. Jackson, this is Martin Bennett."

Finally, Jackson looks at the man she's talking to.

Not Matthew - something in him eases just fractionally to know it - but somehow still similar enough to him that the clawing feeling in Jackson's gut remains. A few years older than them, if he hand to guess; there are some lines around his eyes, and some grey in his hair this close, but still handsome.

"Oh, hey. It's nice to meet you. I'm Jackson Avery." Since he's still holding April's hand with his right, he offers his left for a shake instead. His smile is maybe a little strained, but he keeps his voice light.

Martin, to his credit, doesn't react, but reaches out his own left hand and shakes Jackson's firmly. In a strong Boston accent he replied, "Good to meet you - I've heard a lot about you."

"You have?"

"Martin goes to the church I was telling you about," April explained. "I just told him a bit about how we came to Boston."

"Yeah," Martin nods. "She told me you guys were doctors, but I didn't realised you work here or that you're, you know, an Avery - I was so surprised when I saw her just now."

Jackson glances between them. "You work here, too?"

"In the IT department. Probably why we've not bumped into each other before."

He smiles. Jackson tries to offer one in return, but his insides are sinking. If he's in their IT department then he'll be around all the time, even more than Matthew was as a paramedic. He'll be running in April, maybe purposefully seeking her out . . .

Jackson's grip on April's hand tightens.

"Oh yeah?" he manages to say to Martin, and realises his voice must sound a little off when April flicks him a glance. "Then I guess I should thank you for keeping things running round here."

"Ah, I'm hardly the the only guy in the department. But if you wanted to give me a raise, I wouldn't object."

Jackson chuckles, but his heart isn't in it. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Well anyway, I ought to go."

He tries not to look too pleased. "Oh, sure, I didn't meant to keep you."

"No, no, you didn't," Martin shakes his head. "But, I said I'd pick my wife up from work so I should really get a move on."

His wife?

"Of course, don't keep Nicole waiting," April says, smiling brightly and throwing Jackson another sidelong glance that can only be described as amused. "Tell her I said hi, and I'll give her a call about arranging a playdate for the girls."

The girls?

"Sounds great. See you at church on Sunday - and nice to meet you, Jackson."

Martin lifts a hand in a wave and starts heading out of the building before Jackson can bring his own up in response.

For a moment, he and April stand in silence and he can feel her looking at him. Knows she's wearing that unimpressed, exasperated, but also quietly amused expression, that says without her having to say anything that she thinks he's done something stupid.

Which, in fairness, it's starting to feel like he has.

Slowly, he turns to look at her and she quirks an eyebrow up.

"Did you not remember me mentioning them? Martin and Nicole? Their daughter Poppy's the same age as Harriet?"

"Now that you say it, I think I do remember something about that."

"Mm-hmmmm." April swings their still joined hands up. "So what was this about?"

"I . . . "

He trails off, wondering what he can possibly say that doesn't make him sound terrible. Finally he sighs, his shoulders slumping, and lifts his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose before admitting, "When I came down the stairs, I thought for a moment you were talking to Matthew."

"Matthew?"

"He kinda looks like him from behind. And then I just . . ."

April's expression softens into a more sympathetic one. "You felt jealous?"

"Jealous. Annoyed. Worried. I know, I know, it's stupid." He shakes his head, frustrated with himself now that his head's a little clearer.

"It's not stupid. Well, maybe a little, but it's also not," April says gently. "We've been through so much, and hurt each other so many times, I think we're bound to be . . . sensitive. We're still figuring out being a couple again. But we have to trust each other. I promise you, I'm in this for good, Jackson. I love you."

Her words wash over him, warm and soothing, a balm that finally settles the churning in his stomach and makes his heart fill with so much tenderness he feels like he's overflowing with it.

Bringing her hand up against his brushes his lips against her fingers, a thank you and an apology and a promise all at once.

"I know. And so am I. I love you, too."

She squeezes his hand. "I'm glad you told me the truth. As long as we keep talking to each other, we'll make it through."

That had always been their worst failing, and he nods in agreement. "Yeah, yeah, you're right."

"Okay, then. Come on, let's go home."

They start towards the door, still hand in hand.

"So . . . do you think I made the absolute worst impression on Martin right now?"

"Not the absolute worst," April says, then adds with a grin, "But it probably wouldn't hurt to give him that raise."

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Fanfic writer interview

Thank you for the tag @sinvulkt 💙

What fandoms do you write in?

Literally just various Star Wars media atm. The main focus for 2024 was the prequel era, mostly The Clone Wars and some Bad Batch.

How many words have you published in 2024?

172,387 according to my stats. I wrote more than that though, and I still plan on posting and backdating approximately 5 one-shots I wrote in 2024 but never got around to post.

What are your top three fics you’ve written this year?

I despise/love them all equally I guess if I had to choose, I'm still really happy with these three: Wanted, a gift for @omaano in which Dogma gets morning snuggles from Tup and Fives. Idk why this pairing is so rare, they're underrated!! The Meaning Is Ours, the first fic I ever wrote that's entirely original characters, for the 2024 Trans Clone Week. Both Hunter and Prey, my fic for the DinLuke mini bang in which Luke is a vampire and on the hunt for a certain Mandalorian. I just think it's hot sklfjadlksfj.

What was your biggest pit of despair moment?

Oh boy... maybe writing the gift fic for the Star Wars Rare Pairs exchange. It just kept getting longer and longer!! Which, really, I should have probably expected, because among other ships my giftee requested Polybatch with a focus on Echo getting railed and I just couldn't resist, and of course all the Batch members wanted a turn. And the fic kept being a thorn in my eye even after it was posted because people would request another fic based on a flashback scene that's maybe one paragraph long, all without complimenting the 13k I'd already written 😭 like, you really expect me to write more fic for you when you can't even comment on the fic that's already there??? Idk what to tell you but fanfiction writers aren't content machines where you can just press a button that says "Next story, please!"

What have you learned?

That people will love the fics you think are hot garbage and entirely pass by the stories you put a lot of thought and energy into. It's an old lesson but one I have to keep re-learning.

Did you beta any fics? Any faves you want to shout out?

I betaed or cheerread two or three things but I don't know if they've even been posted...

What three fics have you read this year that you love?

I have to admit that I don't read a lot of fanfiction, but these three I've found in my bookmarks: Ready Room by countessofbiscuit, in which Fi and Corr make out - ultra rare pair content from the Republic Commando novels and so sweet and silly (like Fi) and just a tiny bit bittersweet! Nine-Seven by Trudemaethien, with some platonic Sev & Niner. It's just so refreshing to see aroace headcanons finally arriving in fandom. Save an AT-RT (Ride an ARF Trooper) by BilbosMom, WaxerBoil, containing both smut and humor - my favourite combination!!

What ideas are percolating for next year?

Nothing concrete so far. Maybe finish some of the WIPs in my pile, try to write more than one fic for the Codywan First Kiss Bingo so I'll at least get a bingo, and try to write something for the @cloneshiprarepair monthly ships (go check out this event btw, there are some crunchy ships getting served up!). Probably try to sign up for fewer exchanges because I can feel my interest in Star Wars slipping.

No pressure tagging @lesbiankiliel @wolveria @loverboy-havocboy @violentcheese @bilbosmom-belladonna @forloveofcodywan @anxiousotters @five-oh-thirst @the-starry-seas @hastalavistabyebye @theproblemwithstardust @violetjedisylveon @elimaryholmes @rooksunday @ladylucksrogue

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i've been considering doing an AJ au but then i found out that AJC and AJPW are somehow connected and it confused me so I considered rebuilding my au lore from the ground up but then i was wondering if it was doing too much and if i should just make sense of canon i'd like some advice ^w^'

In my personal opinion, I think aus are somewhat meant to be a lot of things; whether it's changing the main story line almost entirely or adding things that you want in there to help the canon out a little. There's not really a right or wrong, as long as it stays true to the canon somehow. Okay let's yap

For example, you could literally go off the canon story entirely and base a whole oc around that canon world, just make sure for others who might wanna look into it know it's still that canon world!

For animal jam however, it's a bit more hard, but it gets easy! Then hard again— it's like a rollercoaster with barely any stops

For my au, P&F, it's a mix of both animal jam worlds (classic and play wild) because even if they're both separate and sometimes the same, they're technically more different than anything story ish wise

But I manage to combine certain elements from each game, making what I truly want from it

But it can't stay like that forever sometimes if the story gets officially updated or adds something that might ruin a plot in your story. So don't really be afraid to make changes if you're wanting to stick with more updated AJ content

Another thing I do for my au is to establish certain characters, events, and most pop-out stories I find intriguing!

I can't say much about this one since my au is still technically a WIP but it's out there.. :]

But anyways, if you're gonna go with what I do, which is use most of the canon story lines and combine it into one just with a pinch of more creativity and some original stuff, I would suggest developing the canon characters and their settings

Depending on what you wanna make for your au, the canon character could have more personality then it's original

I will have to admit, I have done that with some but I keep it close to what their personality is as possible

What I also like to add to canon characters is their own story! Especially for animal jam when you don't really get the right answers.

A good example of what I mean is Greely's adopted family!

It's not much, it barely impacts the story for Jamaa, but it impacts him and his choices later on when he grows :] which is always fun to do!

Let's see... Another thing to help get an au going is by looking at things that would inspire you!

Like other people's aus, songs, even books, hell even the canon stuff might help out!

There is a lot of "canon" animal jam stuff that a lot of people don't really know about like the comics and books for animal jam!

And yeah, there's not a lot of animal jam aus but I have seen some around here and there! Best ones I would look into art pieces for is @bootleggreely , @prztails , and @vioblu-star, they're all really cool artists with interesting stories for animal jam stuff :]

(probably forgetting a whole bunch but yet I wrote this at like 2 am)

Then there's music/songs, the reason why I mentioned such is because it helps me create a scenario in my head when I listen to them! It even help me discover some new ideas I barely knew I could develop!

Another thing to keep in mind is that you don't really have to go all the way with aus, take your time!! It helps a lot, even when you feel stressed over it. Take breaks, you don't always need to focus on animal jam stuff for the au! You don't even need to make a whole book for it, you can just do what I most of the time do and just draw out stuff you like from your stories so far! Even if people don't know the full context!!

Change is always good too! Let me tell you, when I was younger in my animal jam little brain, I had such a mess of a story, now look where it is now! A bit better!

But let's give little me around of applause for predicting Moku'ahi 👏 (this thought still scars me)

Ooo and another thing, if you ever feel doubt in yourself with writing for the au, don't worry about it! You're doing great, but if you want a second opinion or two, ask for it! I'm sure people around you would provide answers if they know animal jam and care about some of the story :] it's always okay to ask for help! Don't be like me who hides in the corner and just writes and draws a lot 🌟

At the end of the day, this is your au, your story, your art pieces, your fun

Enjoy it and always be creative :]

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WIP MERMAY

(if I'll ever finish this, it'll most likely be next may, ops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

this is updated version, i hope

Well, this is what happens when my brain just combines the two things i like into one... I mean, you can't blame me, 'cuz it's TRANSFORMERS AND SUBNAUTICA! How could I NOT combine these two things?!

So behold: Unicron And Earth as merformers? is that a word? term? I just for whatever reason decided to Play with their designs with alien fish. Anyway- these two belong to @lets-try-some-writing

and some rambling under cut, good luck, you'll need it

Uhhh spoilers for Subnautica ig

So the moment i let my mind wander, I get hit with this kind of ideas. Why Subnautica of all things? BECAUSE I LOVE THAT GAME AND THE REAPER LEVIATHAN AND SEE EMPEROR FIT PERFECTLY-

Ok, so the idea of a beastformers that turn into Subnautica fauna (and i guess flora as well, thank you Botanica from Beast Mashines for existing), was spinning around inside my head for quite some time now - JUST YOU WAIT, I WILL DRAW THEM, so many OCs to make, hopefuly this summer break.

UNICRON- my initial thought was just Reaper Leviathan: the mandibles on his back instead of wings, something similar to Tarantulas, mmm yes. Both he and Earth have four eyes only because both reaper and see empress four of them. All of them are aliens and have natural glowing body parts, so why not, my brain just said let's go crazy and didn't wait for an answers besides WE NEED MORE TRANSFORMERS WITH 4 EYES.

But then i rememberd that there's a bigger fish- THE SEA DRAGON. He dose have these matching spikes on his body, and the back appendages? tentacles? Are similar to Sea Emperors and is living in the deepest parts on the map. However, Sea Empress os the biggest alive creature in game (for aby fellow Subnautica nerds, o know that Gargantuan Leviathan i WAAAY bigger, but his design is eh, probably not the best here, maybe the colar thiengies could be like a cape?). But then i hit me- UNICRON CAN BE A REAPER AND SEA DRAGON HYBRID! It basicly gives me the ability to put all the parts of both fishes that match Unicrons og body the best and a "logical" explenation as to why he would be always bigger than Earth. With hybrids, sometimes they are bigger than parental species, so as hybrid he could be unnaturaly bigger, and with Sea Dragon parts he can live in the deepest game bioms.

EARTH- the Sea Emperor because yes. Also In game it's te Sea Empress babies that produce enzyme 42, the only thing that managed to destroy the deadly bacteria (GREEN BACTERIA, YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE IS GREEN? TOX-EN) and save/give life to the entire planet again, and she is a curious, young, litle thing like the hatchlings; i'm guessing that's why she's so small in authors drawing. She's a baby

(huh now that i'm thinking about it, maybe Primus should be Sea Emperor, Unicron just a Reaper and Earth a Sea Dragon, after all wild fires are a recurring events...version 2 ig?)

I really wanted to have it done by the end of may, but uhh i'm working on some other thing, that was suposed to be just a sketch, and instead it just grew bigger, and my brain is just demanding full render XD And it will now take even more time despite it being almost finished, because the moment i discovered tha faster and easier method for shading and lightning throu clipping masks, i knew I'd use it there, so XD But hey at least i know it'll look better now ( ≖‿ ≖ )

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WIP Thing

I was inspired by @thedissonantverses' Writing Challenge Weekend post and of course I didn't finish it enough to post about it until now. And it's not done but if I post about it then generally, that will spur me to keep working on a thing.

My words were Black, Whisper, and Tent. The bit below only hits on black so far but the others will be in it later. More below the cut c:

So, this will be part of a bigger thing eventually but here's some context for this snippet:

Illario and Nera have been involved with each other for many years but they've been together in a more “traditional” sense, since events that occurred after Murder of Crows (but before Tearstone).

Their relationship has been developing in a certain direction and as such, Nera decides that he should meet her family. So, Nera takes Illario through the eluvian to visit her family, one summer day. The Aldwir clan has already met Lucanis (he and my canon Rook, Kiore, are together and they visited the clan during the events of Veilguard) but this is the first time they've met Illario.

To say Illario is a bit out of his element would be an understatement.

The summer sun had set behind the foothills to the west, pulling with it the vibrant hues of what had been a spectacular sunset. Its brilliance had made the canopy ringing the glade above them glow gold then copper then finally a deep crimson. As the last of the warmth in the sky faded into rich indigo and violet black, twilight settled upon the Dalish camp.  Several bonfires burned across the clearing, keeping the encroaching night at bay. Near the center of camp, a group of livelier, younger elves were still playing music and swapping stories. Their intermittent laughter and excited clapping carried across the settlement, while others went about their evening routines, clearing the common areas or setting up for the next day's tasks.  Illario observed Nera's clan with interest as he leaned against the railing of the aravel offered to them for their visit. He sipped at a steaming mug of something like tea. Nera's grandmother, the Keeper of the clan he learned earlier that day, had pressed it into his hands on his way back from the central fire.  He had yet to finish it. Sweetened with honey and something else he couldn't quite name, it was pleasant but odd to his palate. All of the food he’d had so far was but he was trying to follow Nera’s advice and “be adventurous”. Illario had bristled when she’d first said it, before they’d left Treviso, had retorted that it wasn’t like he was unadventurous. Nera had leveled one of her serene but unimpressed expressions at him, patted his arm, and then continued packing without further comment.  He’d bristled at that, too.  So, he’d tried everything he’d been offered: hand-pies stuffed with slow-roasted meat that had been rubbed with herbs and spices in combinations he’d never had before; a salad of sorts made from fresh summer greens, flowers, and slices of something like pear; little cake things made from dried fruits, nuts, and some kind of grains and brushed with honey; and now the tea, that somehow tasted like a flowering glade, still steaming in the mug in his hand. He gently rocked the mug to swirl the liquid inside as his thoughts wandered. Illario appreciated how welcoming of him they'd been so far, even though he felt out of place in a way that reminded him of when his first growth spurt hit him in his youth. Unbalanced, all elbows and knees, and somehow too big and too small. It left him feeling faintly nauseous most of the day. If he were being uncharitable, he would attribute some of that to the food that was so different from his usual fare. A few years ago, he probably would have. But he knew it wasn’t that.  Even being so far out of his element, he at least had his training and experience to fall back on. He may have been floundering internally but he was ever the picture of charm and graciousness to his hosts. Even when Nera’s little cousins had tried to pull pranks on him, much to her annoyance. But Illario had taken it in stride. He was a younger sibling of sorts. It may have been many years since he and Lucanis had been as free with their affection and tricksome ways but he was not unfamiliar with the rhythm of it.  It was a veneer, but a believable one. Inside, though, he felt he was one swell away from being unmoored.  Nera’s family, the clan as a whole… there was just an ease, a level of comfort unknown to him in his adulthood, that permeated the entire group. The Crows could have camaraderie – there were alliances – but there was always the threat of a blade in the dark, poised to strike at an opportune moment.  But this? The Crows didn’t have this. His own family didn’t have this. Not anymore. It dredged up half-forgotten memories: of playing with his cousins in the gardens of the Villa; of hearing the laughter of his aunts and uncles, carried through the halls during dinner parties that ran late into the night; of summers at the vineyard estate where the sunsets painted the sky with such colors to make one’s eyes water.  Ghosts, all of it. Phantoms of things lost.  Illario’s stomach twisted.

Eventually, I'll write the entire trip but I do want to write this bit in full first. There will be fun adventures, Illario being dragged along on Dalish things, more food, some sweet moments between Illario and Nera, and some smutty private time between them, too. And more of Illario kind of coming apart at the seams and struggling to keep it together. Ya know, all the fun stuff.

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Sentences For WIPs Game

I was tagged by @ulchabhangorm (thanks lovely! 🩷) to participate in this little game where the idea is to make a 24-hour poll including every WIP you want to work on, and have people vote for one of those WIPs. Then once voting has concluded, you write one sentence for every vote of the WIP that received the most votes.

Thing is: I have so many WIPs that I hope to write within the year (if I can!!) that I'm going to offer as many as the poll will allow, AND, I'll "cheat" a tiny bit and write a sentence for ALL of the WIPs that get a vote. ;)

No Pressure Tags: @eclec-tech @dystopicjumpsuit @clonethirstingisreal @returnofthepineapple @dragonrider9905 + @lonewolflupe @the-bad-batch-baroness @523rdrebel @wings-and-beskar @eternal-transcience

I'll put what's cooking under the cut so anyone who's interested can get a taste of what's to come, only if you're so inclined~ Those marked as request fics will have the details purposely sparse or vague to keep a bit of the surprise alive.

Lost on Life Day: *Request fic. Combination of bad weather and a "small" natural disaster leads to a bit of Huddling Together For Survival between a certain cobalt blue captain and the trusted friend he's harboring feelings for. Because he's put her in danger, Rex thinks it might be best to let a certain loth-cat out of the bag... (Oh, and he should probably mention that it happens to be Life Day, too.)

Cyber Crush: *Request fic. While doing a bit of the ol' “slightly questionable research”, Wrecker and the reader “meet” each other over the galaxy-wide-web, where Wrecker answers a few… concerning questions. Worried he’s accidentally helped a Seppie, he asks Tech to run a thorough background check and finds out that the reader isn’t a Seppie at all. She’s just a writer!

Stuck in the Stacks: *Request fic. Modern AU, where the reader and Wolffe live in the same, small mountain town that is no stranger to the odd bout of bad weather. They've been passively flirting for so long, but never seem to make much progress... When a truly bad storm rolls in the first time Wolffe comes to pay her a visit at her job—hoping to check out a few books for a "little project" he's working on [C'mon, it's Carol's request fic, of course I'll give this reader a fitting job!]—it forces them to stay after-hours. Alone. ;)

No Foxes In This Hole: Longform story I started 10/10 of last year, series link here. Reader's new to Coruscant after seeking a big life change, and boy is she gonna find one. The crimson commander will too, for that matter!

Seaglass in the Surf: Hiding out on a remote, backwater planet, Din Djarin makes the acquaintance of a woman who frequently makes trips to the shoreline just to scour through the sand for something. He offers to help, thinking she's looking for something she lost. Turns out she's looking for things that others have lost, for a rather different reason than the one Din initially suspects.

Your Body Remembers: Experimental fic without a single line of dialogue where you as a local living in hardship on an Imperial-controlled planet find a little more than just hope in the man who, at first, will tell you nothing more than he's a Mandalorian is the only person who has answered your desperate plea for help.

Yellow Blankets, Yellow Blades: Reader makes their favorite Jedi fugitive something rather special to keep in the room he's always been offered whenever he needs a place to lay low from the Empire. While the item brings up many memories that are perhaps a little too bittersweet, Cal, who hasn't seen a lot of genuine kindness like yours since the start of the Purge, can't believe how lucky he is that you went through all that trouble, just for him.

Like Family: Star Wars AU. Feral asked you a very important question recently, and he's been riding on Cloud 9 ever since! Trouble is... he's having difficulties finding the right time to tell his brothers the happy news. The way you and him go about letting the loth-cat out of the bag together isn't exactly what you had planned, but hey; you're still warmly welcomed once they know you're officially going to be part of the family!

Hunting the Nexu: An absolute mess in the outline stages right now, HtN is a TBB AU that covers events from both season 2 and 3 between Crosshair and a mysterious hired gun that agreed to help his brothers and sister with rescuing him from Mount Tantiss and the Empire.

Glory In Gold: Hired to teach Cody Mando'a under false pretenses for an Imperial mission, it isn't long before it's revealed to you the real reason you're here once, sometimes twice a week, on the Empire's dime, is personal. But it's not long after that that the reason changes again. To something more... intimate.

Loving A Lazarus Species: You've been mourning Tech's death for close to a year. Maybe more. The denial that this death is real runs deep; chasing down the ghosts of ghosts when it comes to rumors your love still lives. Lucky for you, the brown-eyed, bespectacled man proves you have no need for the morally murky research you've turned to in your desperation: proving he's harder to kill than initially believed... [We're doing a Tech Lives AU!!]

Dressed to the Ninety-Nines: You and the bandana-wearing sergeant have to feign being on a date for a "special assignment". Hunter effectively proves that he sure cleans up well and behaves like a perfect gentleman, the whole nine. But is there really a "special assignment", or is this all part of some elaborate bet?

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I'm back on my nonsense..

I'm watching Sonic Boom okay? Rewatched/finally finished Sonic Prime and uhhh,,, made an OC.. something I never cared to do before. He/she pronouns for my OC. He's a lab thing, technically you can think of him as a Sonadow shipchild thing if you want IDC.. OC info under the image

He was originally going to be a Sonic Prime OC but he doesn't fit anywhere .. He's a Sonic Movie OC. He's kinda set in the in-between of movie 3 and (fictional for now) movie 4. If that makes sense? Story is a WIP as I'll probably change it depending on how I feel after seeing the next movie,, whenever it comes out lol. He's basically Eggmans attempt at copying the whole "ultimate lifeform" of Shadow so he's a lab experiment to try and mimic / copy Shadow's genetics. He's made from any DNA Eggman could find as well as combining his enemies DNA to create a perfect subject that couldn't be beaten by Sonic or (a now enemy) Shadow. Do what you want with that btw. This was for fun and I've never made a Sonic OC or wished too, this was purely something that I liked the concept of. So here he is!! yippiiee!!!

Just to be clear.. He doesn't have a name besides being called puptainzer. Which is unrelated, I'm not explaining my thought process (there was none)., He's not a pure hedgehog, he's a hybrid of uhhh something I'll mention some other time. Let me know if I should do more art of himm,,, :33