#i sound like im ao3 tagging

[love-laugh-daydreamarevolt]

But consider. He spent years not having enough to eat. He never knew what would be on the table so he never managed to become a picky eater. And his siblings know that. They know he loves cooking but he doesn't care what he eats because food was something that was out of his reach for so long. So sometimes, when they think he doesn't notice, Damian orders a large bowl of soup he'd never eat so his big brother can. Tim thinks chocolate tastes like ash but he'll buy a gigantic freaking Hershey's bars just to give to his big brother.

Jason is the kind of brother that would take any food the others don’t want and eat it.

Dick doesn’t want his second milkshake he ordered because he’s got a small appetite? Jason will take it, it’s a milkshake and he’s got a sweet tooth.

Tim doesn’t want the half a chili bowl he got but can’t eat because of the spice? Jason will eat it, he’s totally a guy who loves spicy food.

Steph doesn’t want her peanut butter and jelly because she starts to get a rash from the peanuts? Jason will eat it while he drives to get her some lotion.

Damian doesn’t want the chicken soup he was served by accident and he most definitely did not order? Jason will take it, he knows good soup when he sees it and won’t let it go to waste.

Duke doesn’t want the lobster he got because he doesn’t know how to eat fancy food ‘properly’? Jason will take it, he doesn’t care about being proper. It’s a dead crustacean what’s it gonna do.

Jason is a cool big bro (or little bro for Dick) that isn’t picky with his food and will gladly take your leftovers or unwanted meals.

[gayeddieagenda]

when buck knocks, eddie lets him in.

[wakeywakeyjakey]

I'm 35,000 words into writing a longfic about the Batman/Bruce/Matches DID system and I'm obsessed with it. It includes Bat/Joker, Bruce/Harvey, and Matches/Harv and the differences in each of those dynamics is 🤌

(Batman and Bruce know about each other but they don't know about Matches and Matches doesn't know about them--what could POSSIBLY go wrong?)

[evil-mcytblrconfessions]

tumblr kww fandom was formed seperately from most other social media corners of the fandom. and that leads to silly things like the commonly used name "kww collab" and kenfies vs kenifies. and probably more. cedar if theres any more im forgetting that u know of say them pls

(in response to this confession)

[thatonefreemanversefic]

Happy Cicero Sunday! How are u? ^_^ -⛄

I'm a day late!! Noooo!!!

To answer your question, I am doing fine :D I know this blog has been silent for a while now and the fic has been on a brief hiatus, but rest assured I am working on it still!! My goal is to get an update out sometime between now and this Saturday o7

[rrogueamendiares]

maybe what im about to say is controversial surely it has been said before but i cant help but wonder why explicit fics in fandoms with strictly m/f (cis) ships are so lame like those smut books from booktok and such. i mean it seems they're scared to be filthy and authentically horny in a way that fic authors that write queer ships aren't, and for me it makes them feel very rigid and not pleasurable at all (if you know what i mean. sometimes it all reads like a medical description). this is not a critique about authors' writing skills of course (im always grateful that im able to read all of that for free whenever i want) but more like, i wish ppl that write m/f werent so afraid of being a little unhinged

[batty-pham]

Daily DPxDC Fic Rec

Day 49 - Nov 18

A little accidental adoption never hurt anyone! Right?

By RoseyWriter

Tags: Ghost King Danny Fenton, Not Phantom Planet Compliant, John Constantine Being an Asshole, Protective John Constantine, Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton, John Constantine is a Mess, no beta we die like danny

Wordcount: 11,167

Summary: After Constantine meets the supposed High King of the Infinite Realms, they make a deal. It helps them both out, but neither seems to realize it's not just a deal anymore...well except Clockwork, but he's leaving them be for now. or Constantine accidentally adopts Danny but doesn't realize it anytime soon.

Complete: no

[isdalinarhot]

just saying for the sake of transparency that im at like. suicide risk level one billion due to the fact that my parents have made it so i cannot use their money to buy alcohol anymore and i am unemployed and have only 85 cents accessible to me so like. after the One Singular Bottle I Have Right Now runs out i dont have any way of getting more. i am not fucking ready to get sober and the thought of having to quit entirely is not something i can fathom being alive for, im serious.

i dunno. i want to have my voice drop. i want to read kowt. i want to bury my parents so i dont get deadnamed during my funeral. but the amount of days that is, days filled with so many unfathomable moments of agony, days where i will suffer and suffer and suffer and suffer, doesn't feel worth it to me.

[fullmetalneverland]

"It's like—like we're all a fixed point in time, and that person—whoever I was back then—must exist somewhere, even if it's just when I'm smelling my father's cologne."

-Zeppazariel, Best Friend's Brother

[cotyncosmos]

i got sick the last three? four? days, istg gonna lose my marbles

there are a lot of tags, mainly me ranting a bit, sorry about not updating my canary story btw mind is a bit scrambled eggs currently n brain rot powers go to my comfort ytuber

[kalashtars]

my toxic trait is that i find people who say ao3 is hard to navigate insufferable. you're telling me you can't read words? and click the button with the word? i'm actively and harshly judging you right now because ten year old me had no problem with it, and you can't seem to figure it out? lmao.

[timeisacephalopod]

Been seeing a weird amount of shit about AO3 on my dash, at least in part because of some alleged DDOS attack on the site but like I gotta say. If you get frothing at the mouth angry when you see 2 letters and a number losing your absolute marbles making up pizzagate ass sounding conspiracies because you have Feelings on fanfiction then I need you to shut the fuck up. You care too much about something that's nothing at all expect in a highly niche online world you're treating like a global meeting of countries looking to slap your puppy in particular and frankly I find it pathetic.

[todayisafridaynight]

It is from Jo's perspective! I don't read much fic myself, and even when I come across one I like I'm terrified to look at the author's other work Because Of The Nature Of AO3, so I'm only aware of the "original" 3 fics I saw, but... I can't even lie, those 3 were hugely influential in my conception of AraSawa. (Fair Warning, you have Unlocked Something here. Also sorry for infodumping this much about a fic you've probably never read, jesus)

2 of them were "end-of-life monologues" from Jo and Arakawa's perspectives covering the progression of their relationship. I mean, not that Jo's life is over, but he wishes it were, right. So there's a lot to chew on in terms of--exactly--getting a first-hand account of those complicated feelings and how they navigate them.

I'm incredibly, incredibly biased, but I adored their analysis. It's plausible to me that for Jo it'd primarily be about guilt, gratitude, respect, giri; there's love in there somewhere, but would he recognize it for what it is beneath all that? While for Arakawa it's more straightforward, more "pure," this sentimental and "innocent" yearning for the future he was robbed of: getting to raise his son(s) with someone he loves.

It's not quite pure to him, because he regrets his hand in turning Jo into who he is, and there's always this nagging feeling about pursuing a subordinate as devoted and closed-off as Jo--like, if he didn't want any of this, maybe he wouldn't say so, and that thought is scary. And he's enduring his own guilt and keeping his own secrets, but still waiting for the day Jo opens up, though it never comes. It's not pure, but it is earnest, and a mutually supportive relationship can still be formed from these foundations. Fascinating to see it all play out.

What can I say... you got dads... you got Jo coming into his role as a father and bonding with Masato... you got Masato's internalized ableism and how Jo approaches calming him in his own way... you got Jo rising through the ranks... you got Arakawa picking out Jo's suit and fixing his hair... you got conflicting feelings at every turn, disagreements... you got Arakawa's reckless, persistent tenderness... you got the roots of Jo's resentment for Ichi and Arakawa keeping the peace...

You got everyone's paths diverging and Jo and Arakawa having to see Masato turn into Aoki and blame themselves... you got Jo having to find his own place and his own answers, symbolized by picking out his own suit... you got Jo finally, finally being honest to Ichi after telling lies his whole life. What's Not To Love. It's everything I wanted to see, and in lieu of RGGS not exploring them further, I kind of just accept a great deal of it.

Also. They have "That Conversation." About Jo not having a girlfriend and about Akane. It's in summary, so it and the fics as a whole go by fast, but when I got to that I was just like sgkahglHJGSHKGHSGHJLSFK [ROLLING ON THE FLOOR IN AGONY] YOU

this is such an illegal ask because LITERALLY those are ALL aspects i enjoy so much about arasawa and things i so badly either want to explore myself someday or have wanted to see other people explore and

UGH

[arisveah]

/caps lock

aaaa why dont whumptober people tag "Whump"???? im just trying to find adorable stories with a Happy Ending, so i exclude the tag "Whump" from my search. SO WHY HAVE I SEEN EVERY DAYS PROMPT FROM WHUMPTOBER??? entschuldigung (said in a french accent, for effect)????

/caps lock for upscrollers

[erinwantstowrite]

i'm gonna make it gayer just to piss you off. giving tim two boyfriends. jason and dami are gonna be aroace. bruce had exes of every conceivable gender. i dont even put a focus of romance in my stories but they will be there in the background and i hope it pisses people like that off MORE

hey guys as a reminder to y'all: i literally can not put more tags on LoF. i would have to nuke some tags to put new ones. there is a limit on how many tags to put and i am not gonna panic to add a tag right now and i'll do it when i feel like sitting down and figuring out what to keep and what to throw out. i know i need to put a wally/dick tag (to the nice people that reminded me, this isn't abour you i promise, y'all were very sweet!). that being said. stop leaving homophobic comments on LoF or i will go crazy 💖 while we're at it, stop leaving transphobic or other hateful comments on my fic too. IN GENERAL you should not be leaving hate comments on a fic. i don't delete hate comments unless they're actively being homophobic/transphobic/racist/etc. but it is not chill to tell me you "loved the story until it got gay." or "too woke." honestly? you can kiss my ass. obviously the story wasn't meant for you. move on and do not comment

[xervn]

till the sun is up

oneshot | cowboy sevika

ao3 link

summary: porch sex. that's about it.

18+ MDNI | 2k words | tags; modern au, cowboy sevika (doesn't play a big part though), established relationship, sevika has both arms (sorry, ik, i love it too), kissing, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, no use of y/n, porn w/ plot if you squint

took me weeks to write this because i'm lazy and a student, but i'm still in love with sevika. sorry if there's grammatical errors, i mostly wrote this with one hand (im joking)

It’s six-oh-something AM and you woke up to an empty bed; nothing but wrinkled sheets where your wife is supposed to be. You figure she’s keeping herself busy and will be back soon, so in the meantime, you tie your robe around your waist for a little warmth and head downstairs.

You get started on breakfast, turning on the griddle, and taking note of the things you guys need to stock up on. However, by the time you’re done, Sevika has still not shown up. You’re not used to waking up without seeing her, although the only reason you’re up right now is because you didn’t feel her next to you. 

“She must be in the barn.” You assume, making your way to the front door and to the porch. As expected, the horses are out, which could only mean Sevika was too. You make your own binoculars with your hands, trying to see if you can spot your wife in the distance, until you hear a soft grunt right beside you. 

A peaceful sight, Sevika napping on a wooden armchair like an uncle at a family gathering— you giggle at that— with her cowboy hat being used as a sleeping mask. You hate to have to wake her up, but you made her breakfast! And she should’ve been sleeping next to you anyways. 

“Vika..” You lean down to peek at her face, but, of course, her hat is blocking her eyes. “Vika, baby?” You squat down to plant a kiss on her cheek where you can manage, and she hums awake. “There you are.”

Sevika grunts and you giggle. She sits up and pulls her hat back on her head, squinting at the early morning sun that’s still rising, but somehow found a perfect angle to blind her. She turns to look at you instead. “Hey, sweetheart.” She greets with a rasp.

You spot her discomfort and use your body to block the incoming light for her. “Hi, I missed you.”

She smiles sleepily and reaches for your waist. She guides you down to sit on her lap and you happily let her. “‘M sorry. Woke up too early, thought I’d let the horses out and watch the sunrise...” She says before looking away to yawn. 

You gasp lightly, “Without me?” You clutch at your chest and Sevika chuckles at your theatrics. 

She gently tries to move your hand into hers, but you resist. She shakes her head, laughing, “No, no, no. Baby, please, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“But you made it sound so romantic.. I wouldn’t mind.” You pout. Sevika gives you a doubtful look and you pretend not to see it. 

“You’re not nice when I wake you up.” She reminds you.

“I would’ve been nice this time.” You lie.

“I didn’t want to test that.”

You playfully roll your eyes, “Oh, whatever.” You shift to get up, but Sevika quickly anchors you down.

“Where are you going?” She questions with her hands on you firmly; one around your waist and on your stomach, and the other indented in your thigh like you might float away. 

“Ease up, cowgirl. I made breakfast. I made you breakfast.” You reply, placing your hand on her cheek.

“Oh? What’d you make?” She asks as she leans her face into your touch, innocently. Her hands don’t budge.

“Bacon, eggs,” you list and Sevika nods in approval, “Pancakes, and coffee...” You drawl, and her eyes shut as she groans. “Uh-huh, are you gonna join me?” You ask, resting your hands on her chest and waiting for her answer.

She looks you in the eyes, until her gaze starts to go south, lingering at the low neckline of your nightgown. Your cleavage makes a sudden appearance she didn’t notice at first. Sevika was half-awake, but she’s definitely not anymore; whistling at the sight of you. Her grasp on your thigh leaves and goes to pull your satin robe down your shoulder. Surprised, you scold, “Sevika!”

“What?” She goes for the other shoulder and you make no attempts to stop her. “I can’t admire my wife?” She says, resting her rough hand on your thigh again, but this time she’s slowly massaging it up and down.

“You can, but I made you breakfast and it’ll get cold.”

“Baby, that’s what microwaves are for.” She coos, venturing her hand between your legs, slowly making her way up. 

They almost flinch shut and Sevika awes. Your face turns warm and you look away, towards your surroundings, and although she's right about the food, you guys are still outside. You mutter out, “But..”

“But what?” She asks. You continue to aimlessly look in the distance, even though you know damn well there’s nothing but farmland and horses. Sevika chuckles, “The horses don’t care and we don’t get visitors. Even if we did, you know I’d kill ‘em before they could see you like this, right?” You fix your lips to respond, but you pause when the hand on your stomach moves down to the lace hemline of your gown. Her fingers curl underneath, waiting to search. “I miss you.” She whispers.

Her words tug at your heart and her puppy eyes burn into you. You didn’t need much convincing anyways, but you fold and you mumble out, “I know what you’re doing...” Your marriage has taught two things, if Sevika “misses you” she either really does, or she really wants to fuck you. 

You reach for her hat and perch it on your head; an unspoken rule about cowboys Sevika once said. She grins up at you as you slide your hand over her shoulder, closing some distance between you two.

“I do miss you, I miss you all the time.” She assures, leaning in to freely press kisses on your shoulder. Her fingers finally lift your dress and her kisses begin to trail towards your neck. You can deduce which “missing” she meant, and you feel the same way. 

Exhaling, you tip your head to the side to give her more room. Sevika’s lips marking the new territory makes you tremble like it was the first time. It’s no surprise that after years of being together, she still makes your heart race. 

You move with her as she leans back, tugging you towards her. You involuntarily let out a squeak that she snickers at, and she gives you a kiss on the cheek and several more, distracting you from her spreading your legs indecently; hooking your outer leg over her strong forearm.

She wastes no time to ride up the front of your nightgown, showcasing your plain, flimsy, black, cat-themed underwear. Sevika doesn’t bat an eye, of course, she’s used to it. 

Right now, she’s only focused on one thing. Her hand purposefully ghosts over, so she can ogle at you writhing with anticipation. Your knitting brows, heavy breathing— it excites her. She’s getting worked up from watching you. “Look how bad you want it.” She teases affectionately.

Sevika presses her middle finger on your damp, clothed clit, observing and feeling every reaction that pulses from you. You let out a soft curse and she rewards it by moving her finger in tight circles. Sevika listens to how your breath staggers and clenches from the ache between her own legs. She tugs your underwear to the side to properly admire how wet you are. The cool, morning air makes you shiver. 

Pinning the fabric with her ring finger, she sensually swipes her middle up your folds. “All for me?”

Her voice has you melting, throbbing, and you're unable to contain the whine that escapes you. Sevika’s gaze locks on your lips the second she hears it, as if she’s hunting for the next one. You make sure she’ll be able to catch it, meeting her halfway for a kiss. 

She grins as your mouths collide, eyes fluttering shut and lips passionately fitting together like a two-piece puzzle. She brings another finger to aid her in rubbing soft circles on your clit; just enough to build pressure, but not enough to relieve it. The tip of her tongue runs over your parted bottom lip, waiting for an invitation in, and you allow it with a breathy moan. She languidly teases her tongue across yours, then pulls away just to watch you follow after her— which you do— and you can see how much she got off on it. 

Panting impatiently, “Sev…“ But you trail off as she gravitates towards you with another magnetizing, searing kiss. Your hands find the side of her neck, brushing up her nape. 

She sweetly pecks your lips, breaking away for a second, “You’re,” she kisses you again, “Just,” and again, “So,” and again, “Pretty. I had to look.” She murmurs.

Your face becomes home for a cheesy smile Sevika reciprocates dotingly. You lean in to kiss her, and as your lips brush against each other’s, her fingers suddenly resume their movement, this time firmly and relieving. You whimper over her lips, and she chuckles darkly against yours. She kisses you deeply as she steadily coaxes your clit on a perfect pressure point. 

Your legs begin to bow together from the overwhelming sensation, slowly coming to its climax, and Sevika takes it as a sign to slip her fingers into you. The stretch hurts good as she curls her fingers into ‘come-hither’ motions right where you need them. The previous build up resumes instantly and you’re back where you left off, right on the brink. 

“Vika, I’m gonna…“ You softly cry out, unable to finish your words because she only increases her speed at the mention of her name. Now her thick fingers are squelching in and out of you and the sounds are fogging your brain. If it wasn’t for the chirping birds and the huffing horses in the distance, you would’ve forgotten where you were.

“Not yet, just a little longer.” She says— demands even.

You sob out a moan, akin to a tantrum, “I can’t— fuck — I can’t.” 

Sevika plants a kiss on the corner of your lips; her fingers refusing to stop hitting your rough spot. “You can, baby. You don’t want me to stop, do you?” She whispers.

She puts up a good point you can’t argue. You don’t want her to stop, you’d hate for her to stop. “N- No, but maybe slow— hnng— d— shit— down?” You bargain half-heartedly in stutters and stammers.

“Where’s the fun in that? And if you come right now, so help me god.” She growls. Yet, the way she’s fucking you is telling you the opposite; there’s a thin line on torture and mind-breaking pleasure she’s crossing and you love it. You try not to love it too much before you explode on the spot. 

She can see how much you're trying, squirming, whining with every fast-paced stroke. One word from her and you’d come undone: that’s her favorite part. She extends her free arm, the one propping your leg up, and she puts four fingers on your clit, then rubs it harshly. That does it. You actually can’t hold it anymore unless you want half an orgasm. Your head jerks back and Sevika’s cowboy hat begins to slide off your head. There’s tears in your eyes, your legs are weak and shaking. You need it, you need it bad.

And she gives it to you. “Such a good girl. Go on, come for me.” 

Your release hits hard, like a cork popping off a champagne bottle. Your eyes pin shut as it reverberates down to your toes, and courses up your spine. You let out high-pitched, breathy moans, and Sevika harmonizes— not mockingly — soothingly, as she softly rubs out your orgasm. Your underwear falls back in place as she removes her fingers out of you and off of you. You wince and she murmurs an apology with a smug smile. 

“Holy shit,” You exhale as your legs fall over Sevika’s thighs. You can feel the air getting warmer, and as your eyes flutter open, the sky is colored a blue only a risen sun could paint. “I love you.”

“I love you.” She replies with a smile.

“Your turn now.”

She laughs heartily, briefly biting her lower lip, “But I thought the breakfast was gonna get cold?” 

You grin, “‘That’s what microwaves are for.’”