#i was so eager to write this.

[softmangoes]

how the LIs kiss

18+

pure!sydney's kisses are sweet, mouth soft and his tongue warm. he kisses you in the same way he savors the hard candies you'd slide over the library counter, slipping them into his hands just so your fingers could brush. when he pulls away, his glasses are foggy, a nervous smile on his face. "was that..." he says, blushing. "was that alright?"

corrupt!sydney's kisses are hungry. he's got his hands under your shirt and his tongue deep in your mouth. he's been waiting so patiently, after all, and now he finally has you to himself. "you taste divine, beloved." he says, fingers slipping under your waistband. when you sigh against his mouth, he smiles. "but i think it's time i have my dessert."

whitney's kisses hurt. they're full of teeth and bruises and blood and his nails digging crescents into your skin. whenever he crushes his lips to yours, he always makes sure to leave you aching. and like every fight you've had against him, you never come out unscathed. "there," he says, marveling at the fresh marks blooming along your neck. "now everyone will know whose slut you are."

kylar's kisses are desperate. his hands roam your skin as his mouth murmurs endless promises into the hollow of your neck. "we'll be together forever," he says, drunk on the scent of you. he presses his body to yours, eager to get closer, to envelope you in his embrace. to never, ever, let you go. "nothing will ever change that."

eden wastes no time when he kisses you. he has known the lean months of winter and the lonely days of fall. you cannot deny him the sweetness of spring. he bites into the curve of your neck like the first fruit of warmer days, licks at your lips to drink in your sweetness. but a hunter is always hungry, always wanting. "it's been a long day," he growls, deepening the kiss. when he takes your shirt in his hands, the fabric rips apart easily. "too long without you."

robin's kisses are warm. they're fingers running through your hair, a smile against your mouth. sunny days and lips that taste like fresh lemonade. he always laughs when he kisses you, like he can't believe he's doing this. like he can't believe he's yours. when he kisses you, the world is a little brighter. softer. "it's a beautiful day to be with you," he murmurs after he pulls away, pressing a peck to your cheek before taking your hand in his.

there is no way you can truly describe how the ivory wraith kisses you, but there is a note of familiarity to it. your mind conjures memories of kisses whispered in passing, of lips locked in darkened halls. "as sweet as ever," he hums, licking your lips with his cool tongue. "as sweet as always." the passing of centuries have done little else but make him yearn. the wraith, with his great and terrible beauty, kisses you like he's been waiting for you all this time.

[lexicog]

fuck it. kuchipatchi grow a flower

[erineas]

Another random art dump of old fanfic fanart! ✨

Well, actually these are a mix between 6s1m and Bitty Hunt (there was a time when I really needed more chapters of those two fics ok? I didn't care enough about skeleton's toxicity back then pfff)

There says "little lady maid" but in the end I just called her Bitty Maid

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

if 9&10 were "dont wander off", and 11&12 were "the doctor lies", 13s rule #1 is "dont question me"

"have we not had a good time together" shes pointing yaz to the rule that yaz very well knows is there: we can travel if you dont ask me any difficult questions. yaz knows this is the rule - "because you ask too many questions", "this team structure isnt flat" - but she also was the one to invite the doctor into her home so im pretty sure she also knows shes not gonna kicked out that easily. she has some leeway. which she has been using between revolution and flux, which is why the doctor reminds her of the rules

i dont think she'd kick her out though. she wouldnt. i think it's just that the more you break the rule, the more unpleasant she becomes to be around, and eventually youre gonna walk out on your own. she doesnt want you to, she'd rather you stay and dont ask questions. but if youre gonna try to ask questions anyway, i think thats whats gonna happen

and yaz must think so too. because she does back off. because she doesnt want that to happen either. and it does anyway

[dearpyramus]

just like you did: a lip gallagher x reader story

Opposite sides of the same coin, that’s how most would describe the relationship between you and Lip Gallagher. This would simultaneously be the cause of the highest highs and lowest lows between you two.

“Just Like You Did” is a story about two troubled and impoverished teens trying to make it in the Southside trying to pull each other out of the same storm. Is love truly enough to conquer even the deepest of troubles?

(more btc)

Tropes: friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt comfort, angst and hurt comfort, (eventual) second chance romance, angst with a happy ending, autistic!reader, gender neutral!reader, afab!reader, goth!reader, no use of y/n, some smut (none as minors)

triggers: alcoholism (both lip and reader), untreated mental illness (both lip and reader), grief and mourning, terminal illness of a minor character, mommy issues, daddy issues, religious trauma and imagery, ableism (not perpetrated by lip), references to past emotional and physical abuse, past implied/referenced sexual abuse (not with reader and lip ofc), references to hypersexuality, apologies if ooc

notes: this is gonna be very heavy and self indulgent so im not looking for constructive criticism. because this story is gonna be in the characters heads, there may be scenes that don’t align with my views due to it being in their pov (if that makes sense). my last intention is to romanticize any of these themes, however it may seem glamorous at first (until it isn’t) because that is unfortunately a reality. title is derived from the song “break” by alex g!

I try to be as ambiguous as I can regarding readers appearance but it is important to note that they’re goth and have piercings and tattoos. everything else isn’t described.

Chapters:

Prologue- coming soon!

[stunies]

i had an absurd fic idea for mr reca at 2 am last night and i just now remembered it >:o

[the-stove-is-divorced]

Steven's halves in my fic! Plus some little notes about how they're characterized!

[tetzoro]

goooood morning & happy tuesday friendz !! i hope you all have a wonderful day ! remember to drink lots of water, get yourself a lil treat & unclench your jaws ! ^_^

[athina-blaine]

His own breath ragged, Ambrosius leaned in again, just close enough for his lips to graze against Ballister's.

“Let me take care of you.”

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Ballister loses track of the time and gets caught in the rain. Ambrosius rises to the occasion.

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Ballister Blackheart | Ballister Boldheart/Ambrosius Goldenloin Chapters: 1/1 Chapter Word Count: ~5k Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Light Angst, Pre-Canon, Service Top Ambrosius, Ballister Acts Like a Sad Wet Cat, Explicit Sexual Content

Inspired by @sefarlen's art here (NSFW), and a very happy Valentine's Day to you as well 😉😉😉 haha what do you mean it's apri

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Closing the door behind him with a soft click, Ambrosius slipped off his running shoes before stepping inside the apartment. His heart still raced with exertion as he pulled down the hood of his rain-slicked jacket, sweat cooling on the back of his neck and face. The rain had brought down the temperature to a crisp, sublime briskness, and it had been perfect for his evening run (even if his hair could do without the humidity).

Hanging his jacket on the coat rack, chin bobbing to the beat of his music, his eyes passed over the row of shoes, lingering on the leftmost shelf. He paused. The black boots that usually occupied the space were still absent, the same as they were when Ambrosius had first gotten home.

It wasn’t often Ambrosius beat Ballister back at the end of the day, with Ballister usually having long since buried himself in his academy reports. Even rarer for Ambrosius to finish his run and still see that shelf empty. Perhaps he’d gotten carried away with his research project in the archives. Still, why not give Ambrosius a heads-up?

Ambrosius pushed down his growing anxiety. It’s not as if Ballister has never been this late coming home before, especially with their development reports due soon. Ambrosius would just need to call, that was all. Nothing to worry about.

But first, Ambrosius desperately needed a drink. Bending down to open the refrigerator, he retrieved his water bottle and took a slow sip, eyes surveying the inside of the fridge. His fingers tapped to the beat of his music against the fridge door. They haven’t already eaten through all of those strawberries, have they …?

Through his earbuds, he heard a muffled thud behind him. He glanced over just in time to see Ballister shuffle into the main room, his gait sluggish as he dragged his hand down his face. He didn’t seem to notice Ambrosius as he let out a tired sigh, running his hand through his hair.

Ambrosius straightened, letting the fridge door close, and Ballister’s eyes snapped upwards. When their gazes met, Ballister faltered. For a fleeting moment, Ambrosius could see him attempt to mask the fatigue in his eyes, but Ambrosius’ concern must have been obvious as he quickly gave up the charade. He raised a hand, a weary smile tugging his lips. “Sorry I didn’t call.”

[Continue on AO3]

[angeltannis]

So Skybound Games is posting Reels on Facebook making fun of Sarah (TWDG) and calling her useless. Nice to see they’re carrying that torch of ableism from the Telltale writers

[shannonsketches]

I can't forgive Super's anime for a lot of reasons but I especially can't forgive them deciding Vegeta's casual wear is Costco Dad when the manga clearly said Gym Dilf

[hanzajesthanza]

dandelion is indeed the worst but if he’s not present in the next book i would legitimately be sorrowful as the whole thing will become a slog . you basically cannot have the “short stories” era-of-the-timeline iteration of geralt without dandelion, it would be like eating unbuttered bread.

though it’s not like season of storms did them dirty, i wasn’t disappointed with it (… with regards to them), but since it’s literally been over 20 years since the saga was finished i’m trying to prepare for any potential reality

[sciderman]

okay so like assuming the budget cuts are somewhat canon, and assuming Peter is Anita's boy toy because of the fanfic, is Wade anything to Olive? Do they have anything established between them? Or has Wade not officially met Olive yet, is he going too?

hooh. hoooh. do i already have a playlist for this too? oh you betcha

wade hasn't officially met olive yet, but we kind of get an inkling to how wade would probably react to olive, just in how wade reacts whenever peter does present more femme.

[x]

wade's starving for olive. he's so, so... SO... just. be-yoing. cartoon boner sounds abound. wade's brain cannot function around him. his blood's just too busy flowing in the southernly direction.

i think olive delights in actually having the upper-hand in this dynamic. wade gets stupid. like. legitimately stupid when he's around olive. verbal diarrhoea. jaw stupidly agape. wolf sounds. salivating like pavlov's dog at dinner time.

yeah. yeah.

i'm kind of obsessed with peter and olive treated as two entirely separate identities, in the same way wade and anita are - so when peter goes on a date with anita - peter deals with anita as though she's an entirely different person to wade - and wade consents to that relationship, as though it were a polyamorous sort of a deal. peter's out on a date with anita tonight, and wade just has to wait at home for peter to come back, and he'll ask him how it went. it's just - it's cute. and similarly, wade and olive have an act going where wade has no idea it's peter. even though there's no mask and no arrangement or agreement between them - wade commits to the bit immediately on impact with olive, and honest to god, you'd believe it's genuine. he can't put two and two together – olive's so different from peter, there's no way they're the same person.

i think the hilarious thing is wade and olive's dynamic vs peter and anita's - god. peter is so, so respectful of anita - they take ages to get past first base, because peter's so sweet, and cautious, and also so respectful over wade's emotions, because - because he doesn't want to betray wade. spoilers for a peter/anita follow-up fic that i might finish. one day.

wade is no such gentleman. he cheats on peter immediately. peter ceases to exist when olive is around. peter? who's peter? i don't think olive cares all too much. and peter legitimately is none the wiser. while wade's aware of anita and introduces peter to her - peter genuinely has no idea about olive's existence. peter is getting cucked by olive and he doesn't know about it. please, please don't tell him.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hi? Is it okay to ask for Ganondorf's possible anxieties involving having a son?

I mean, it's highly unlikely that Ganon even saw another male until at least 18. Imagine what that would do to someone. No father, no male role model, no male friends, no male associates. No male contact at all.

Like, I can't even imagine what it would've been like to have had no female contact at all until 18.

Just not having a good father in one's life is known to stunt a person substantially. I can't even fathom how othered Ganon must've felt growing up. How utterly pressured he felt to become a pillar of masculinity without any real example to follow. No one to teach him what it actually means to be a good man. No one to explain things to him. No one to show him the subtle little things that seems to almost be universal among men no matter the culture. Especially in how they interact amongst each other. No one to teach him about comradery between men. About the unspoken rules that men seem to have.

And, not to mention the almost commodifying perspective the Gerudo have towards men. One even mentioned that she'd believed that all men were useless except for Ganondorf.

I can't help but think he might've internalized some of that.

So, would Ganon be anxious about setting a good example for his son seeing as he likely didn't have that himself?

Ganondorf had to admit he was still in shock over looking at his children. But the longer he stared at them, the more a new feeling settled into his heart.

Watching his daughter was a blessing; a strong feeling of protectiveness overcame him, and he wondered how such a delicate looking child could grow into a warrior like her mother. But his son…

Ganondorf could fathom having a daughter, could handle raising a girl. But a son…

He’d never felt so simultaneously out-of-depth and excited.

It wasn’t particularly a feeling he enjoyed. Ganondorf despised being out of control. But looking at the little boy made him feel so utterly alone and adrift, wondering how in the world he could possibly raise this child correctly. Yet at the same time, it filled him with eagerness, an excitement to give the boy guidance that he had been sorely lacking in his life.

Growing up as a Gerudo male had been so incredibly isolating. Ganondorf had been treated as a king and as some Other, his childhood filled with voids and gaps in understanding, in confusion that had left him stumbling when he’d first entered Hyrule. He’d never felt unwelcome by his fellow Gerudo, but he’d also never felt welcome. His presence was a blessing, a symbol of leadership with no understanding of what that even meant. Somehow it was his responsibility to lead his band of thieves, and the best way he knew how was to be the strongest. His physicality lent to it naturally, so it only seemed the correct path. But when he’d first entered Hyrule, when he’d first seen another man, he had felt wholly inadequate. It had been a group of Hylian soldiers, all strong in their own right, laughing amongst each other, at ease, normal.

He wasn’t normal. He’d never been normal. His body had been strange and cursed, developing in ways no other Gerudo’s had, lacking the gift of life that the women bore, making up for it in sheer power and aggression. It had been his goddess-given right to be a protector, and that had developed into a greater desire when he’d seen Hyrule.

He didn’t have to defend. He could just take as his sisters did, but with greater results. He could live in a land that prospered, he could rule it, as was his birthright.

But all of those thoughts felt empty when looking at his son, because here he held a new gift and opportunity. He could be a father. He could raise a boy to be a man, could show him what that meant when he’d never had that chance.

But what could he possibly do in this role? He knew nothing of fathers, even in his journeys to Hyrule. The closest he’d gotten to interacting with a father was seeing the king, who occasionally was present with the princess, but mostly the girl was elsewhere in the palace. Was being a father not that involved, then, or was it simply because the king of Hyrule had other duties? Ganondorf surely wouldn’t abandon his children nearly so much. They could attend duties with him. How else could they learn to fulfill their roles, anyway?

Was that the correct course of action? Twinrova had done as much with Ganondorf, so it seemed reasonable. He’d been involved in the care and leadership of his people since he was a teenager, perhaps even a little younger.

The worst part of this was that he had no one to turn to for this. Ganondorf hated relying on anything or anyone else but himself, but in this matter… he… almost wished he did have someone. Nabooru, as much as he loved her, was not going to be helpful in this matter. However, in this land that Din had taken him to, the Gerudo here did have a very small amount of men present in their ranks – only those who joined with Gerudo women were allowed. Men from a nearby settlement occasionally interacted with Gerudo, and those who chose to embrace the culture and marry one of the women were allowed. But they were foreigners, and Ganondorf was their ruler through his own birthright and his marriage to Nabooru. He refused to look to them for an example.

Ganondorf took a steadying breath, lifting the child into his arms. It didn’t matter if he had an example or not. He’d forged his own way his entire life, and that wasn’t changing now. He would be a father to these children whether he was ready or not, and so he would strive to be the best father he could be, whatever that meant.

[uhohdad]

the konig fic is almost done y’all we’ve broken 65k i am so excited!!! aiming for the end of this month!!!

[being-of-rain]

Listening to a Dr Who podcast (not one anyone here has recommended to me, in fact I think I heard about it through a tumblr post,) and it's reminding me why I almost never listen to Dr Who podcasts or watch Dr Who youtube videos. It's because I just can't stand hearing so much objectively wrong information. Maybe it's due to Doctor Who being such a large and long-lived franchise, I know that I can misremember and get things muddled. But surely if you're publishing something you'd want to double check that you're not confidently emphasising incorrect facts about even basic things... and yet I feel like I see it with surprising frequency. It drives me crazy, please get a fact checker.