#i'm looking forward to this y'all

[aparticularbandit]

also finished the outline, and it does look like thirty-five chapters + prologue (already posted) + epilogue.

i'm in chapter thirty-three, so i have. 33-35 + epilogue left.

...and the five remnants chapters i haven't written yet, but i think i'm going to try and write those in one swoop probably next week? i have a general idea what those maintain, and i don't expect izuru to show up until maybe the second fic (i haven't decided yet because i want to see him in dr3 before i decide what to do with him).

so nine chapters total left to write.

chapters are usually 2-3k.

that's another 18-27k.

except that the first remnants chapter is relatively short in comparison with the other chapters and i expect the others to follow suit - so those should be between 1-2k. so that's 5-10k + 8-12k.

except again that the prologue was shorter, too, and i suspect the epilogue will follow that, too, so i'd put that one closer to 1-2k and not quite 3k.

which is 6-12k + 6-9k. so 12-21k. roughly.

right now i'm at a little over 67k, which means 79k at the lowest end (i'd round up for 80k) and 94k at the highest end (and i'd round up for 95k).

so this thing will likely end up anywhere from 80k-95k.

and there's a second fic.

i'm tired. XD

[abd-illustrates]

☃️ Eira ☃️

Finished art from this week's video! It was really nice to draw my ice boi again, but even nicer to see him (and the video itself) getting such a warm reception from y’all in the comments - thank y’all so much for the lovely energy 💖

[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS] ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️

[mobius-m-mobius]

#brb telling detective Aziraphale everything I know

[kipskiptrip]

[viperwhispered]

Too Little

Part three of Jamil (not) dealing with feels here we go. Jamil x reader, Jamil’s pov Previous parts: part one, part two

This was stupid.

Here he was, rolling around in bed, unable to sleep because thoughts of you filled his mind.

It had been futile of Jamil to think that he could simply brush your presence aside, that he could treat you like just another schoolmate and not let you consume his mind. 

Not when every quiet moment had him reach for his phone in hopes of a new message from you.

Not when you kept on finding new ways to make his heart skip a beat every time he saw you.

Not when he missed you more acutely every time you weren’t there.

So, despite his best efforts, his mind treaded those same paths, time and again, occupied by all the parts of you. Your expressions, your mannerisms, your words, every single detail committed to his memory and played over and over.

He suspected that at this point he’d be able to recreate most of your expressions just from memory. Your voice, too, playing so clearly in his mind.

Not to even mention those oh so tantalizing what ifs, supplying him with even sweeter temptations than the confines of reality and memory could provide.

What it would feel like to touch you, to hold you, to kiss you, to-

No. No no no. He would not go there.

Jamil could feel the heat burning in his cheeks and he rolled over, groaning into his pillow.

This was ridiculous. Absolutely preposterous.

Yet, there was no getting out of it.

He wanted you.

He wanted more of you, so much more than what he had.

Because each taste of you left him craving more, each glimpse made him want to uncover everything there was to you.

Even the parts you might consider ugly, as sappy as that was.

What kind of people did you like, anyway?

Charming? Intelligent? Funny?

Rich and influential? 

Did you even like guys? Or relationships in general?

Just the thought - relationship - made Jamil's cheeks burn even brighter, made his legs twitch under the covers.

Yet, somehow, it did not sound so bad.

To have you.

To be yours.

To know and be known.

He huffed and turned over onto his back.

As if his duties left room for something for himself, left enough of him to share with someone like that.

And would you like what you saw in him, anyway?

Yet, his excuses were beginning to sound more and more hollow.

After all, he was nothing if not resourceful, and so far you’d shown no signs of shying away, even as you dug your way deeper.

Jamil stared at the canopy over his bed with unseeing eyes.

He’d have to do something about this.

Because if he didn’t, he might just lose his mind.

But was the alternative any better? Could he even handle it? The full force of you, if - and it was a big if - you were to accept him.

Even now, when you looked at him in that particular way of yours… He never could hold your eyes for long when that happened. The softness and the warmth he saw were far too overwhelming, always forcing him to turn away lest he made a complete fool of himself.

If he were to have that, with the full force of affection intention behind it… How could he even bear it?

Like the other day… You’d found Jamil in the middle of his chores and dragged him away, his to-do list crumbling when you grabbed his hand and led him outside.

He was all too aware of how his protests had been half-hearted at best. How your sudden appearance, your touch had shut down every sensible part of him, leaving him unpleasantly raw.

And by the time he’d gathered himself, nearly convinced himself he had other things he should be doing instead, you were sharing ice creams outside Sam’s, to celebrate the first warm day of the year.

As if it wasn’t warm in Scarabia year round.

As if he hadn’t been too preoccupied by your happiness and enthusiasm to bring himself to heel.

Sometimes, it was all he could do not to be swept away by you, barely keeping his head above the surface.

So, what choice did he have but to act?

You’d made a home in his heart already, whether he asked for it or not.

All he could do was take control of what he could.

Eta: you can find part 4 here and part 5 / the final part here. Oh dear I'm starting to get tempted to write this from the reader's pov as well. Or maybe I'll just have to ramble about the thought process behind this at some point to get that out of my system. I also considered going to a more horny direction with this but decided to go with this kind of yearning in the end. But, if the horny version is of interest for y'all, maybe I can do that as an alternative / supplementary thing to this series, or some sort of a standalone at some point. Hope y'all enjoyed! One or two more parts are still to come. Tag list: @colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist @mazapanmiau @perilous-pasta @twstgo If you'd like to be tagged for any future works, do let me know! Also feel free to specify if you only want tags for particular kinds of works (like sfw/nsfw for example).

[aliencatart]

so the story goes....

seriously such an amazing series and i'm going to be missing these kings very dearly

[addicted-to-the-knife]

I think it's very important that we bring back this inherent understanding that actors are also just some fucking guys (gender neutral)

[roseofloki]

Making my return to Tummy Tuesday! A somewhat athletic tummy that has wrapped up a fun season of beach volleyball!

@xenasaur @kittenadventurous @lilithtransrights @catboybiologist @godless-of-the-hunt @k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl @finkaksu @lynx-girl

(I think that's everyone I'm supposed to tag?)

[4th-make-quail]

Happy WIP Wednesday everyone!! Here is a good chunk of my Eric/Assad fic for your zamasian pleasure, with screenshot text is under the cut~!

The fic is 5.2k total, give or take when I've done edits and got my beta back hehe

Assad was more aware of the position of his own hand than he’d ever been in his life, it felt like. The way he could feel the warmth of Eric’s thigh under his palm, the way he wasn’t moving away - god, the way he was running his fingers over Assad’s shoulder, fingertips just skimming his skin where the shirt hung off there. He shivered. That had to be on purpose. Right? Fuck it.

He squeezed Eric’s thigh, slid his fingers down the inside and squeezed again. Good thighs. Really good thighs.

“So, uh.” He felt his cheeks warm as Eric’s fingers slipped down under the seam of his shirt, caressing his shoulder then up to his neck. “Not misreading this, then.”

“No, you’re definitely not misreading.” Eric cupped his neck and stroked his jawbone with his thumb. “This is what you want, isn’t it.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah.” Assad tossed back the rest of his glass of wine and nearly threw it onto the floor in his haste to put it down. He unfolded his leg and draped one of them over Eric’s lap, scooching in closer so that his still-folded leg pressed up against his thigh. “Is it what you want?”

“You think I’d be here doing this if it wasn’t?” Eric put his own glass down on the side table, then leaned over and wrapped one arm around Assad, slipping his hand up the back of his shirt while cupping his face with the other.

Fuck, but his hands were nice. Big and sturdy. And then Assad couldn’t possibly be thinking about hands because Eric pulled him closer and kissed him, deft and slow.

He made a startled sound into Eric’s mouth, then melted against him, glad he’d got rid of the wine glass so he could reach up and push his fingers into those lovely curls. Their tongues brushed and Assad’s eyes closed, giving himself over to sensation; soft lips and the flavour of red wine, plush mouth and the curve of a smile he could feel along with a deep chuckle.

“If I’d figured this out earlier, we could have been doing this so much sooner,” Eric drawled between kisses.

Assad laughed. “And there was me thinking I’d been pretty obvious. All those interviews and fluff pieces and I was sure you weren’t interested.”

“Mm, well now you know. What do you wanna do about it?” Eric’s hand roamed up Assad’s back, “because I can think of a few ideas.”

“Oh, I bet you can.” Assad couldn’t suppress a shiver, though, and he was suddenly too warm with a hat on, so off it went, sailing through the air behind him and leaving his hair free and not too frizzy given that the scenes earlier that day had called for the heavy oil and gel routine. “This is nice, but I think-” Assad straightened, then knelt up and swung his leg over Eric so that he was straddling his lap, “this is nicer.”

He was very suddenly aware that he was getting hard, but considering the whole… everything… he didn’t think that’d be a problem.

Both arms slotted over Eric’s shoulders and he bent to kiss his jaw, the corner of his clever, sardonic mouth.

“Yeah, definitely nicer.” Eric's hand dipped down to Assad's lower back, pushing past the elastic of his pyjama bottoms and boxers to cup his arse.

Assad's hips bucked and he moaned against Eric's neck, pressing open mouthed kisses against his skin. He smelled like aftershave and sweat and wine, a heady and distracting mix, and suddenly it wasn't enough contact, wasn't enough skin.

He sat upright and grabbed for Eric's shirt, pulling it over his head without ceremony and flinging it across the sofa in his haste to finally get his hands on Eric's body.

He was broad and sturdy, with soft tummy and a coating of softer silvered hair all across his chest and down, and Assad couldn't stop himself from touching, from smoothing both hands across his pecs and down to squeeze at his tummy.

“You are so damn hot,” he breathed, eyes wide and cheeks warm.

“Like you're one to talk, wearing this.” Eric's hands went up under Assad's shirt again, framing his waist and moving to cup his pecs too. “The amount of times I thought about you, goddamn. They really know how to dress you, that's all I'm gonna say.”

Eric leaned up and captured Assad's mouth in another kiss, then divested him of his shirt too. His hands were big enough to squeeze Assad’s pecs like tits, and he bent to suck on a nipple greedily, late night stubble prickling deliciously.

Assad's head fell forward and he pushed both hands into Eric's hair, gripping hard as he sunk teeth into his nipple, biting and licking it to ripe hardness.

“Goddamn,” Eric said against his skin, muffled, “you are so fucking hot…” Another bite and then he turned his attention to the other nipple, suckling at it hard enough to make it darken, teeth nipping hard enough to make Assad’s hips buck again, his toes curl.

[wolfsbanesparks]

🌹!!

Hi anon! Thanks for the ask!

This is from an upcoming chapter in Pretty Little Thing (it's technically 2 sentences but I like it too much lol)

J’onn could mimic his musculature, could copy his smile, could even speak in his voice, but he couldn’t radiate kindness and love in the same way. He could fight his villains, save his city, but he couldn’t make them feel at peace.

[disenchanted-youth]

The hate towards forcebook is so pushed. What have they even done? Everything they do is criticized. Accounts I have never ever seen hate an actor before are rallying behind it even for the tiniest reason that seems almost ridiculous. It's just quite confusing because they seem genuine and like the least problematic people. With the amount of haters they have if they were indeed problematic in the slightest they'd on the jumbotron getting blasted. It's not even like they're bad actors. Just random hate for no reason. Are you all okay?

[spaceratprodigy]

thank you @neonshrike @bokatan @darkfire1177 @bogchampion @roseeway 💖💕

listen, I know this tag was for smash or pass but I wasn't feeling very inspired so instead to shake things up a lil bit, and for curiosity's sake, I wanted to ask y'all...

Would You Rather...

Captain Faith Hawthorne or Missus Iris Donner?

[acecd75]

Thank you, Splatoon.

I'm sitting here after powering down my switch, desperately trying to find the words to express how I feel about this splatfest, so here goes:

It was incredible. Leaving the Grandfest venue for the final time was nearly impossible to do,,, this whole thing made me so emotional, and was the best gaming experience I have ever (and probably will ever) have.

I have a very different experience with Splatoon than most of you. I didn't even know the series existed until a friend introduced me to it in December of last year. When I got my first switch in May, I was sure to buy Splatoon 3 as my first game. Now here I am, with 170+ hours in the game, having cried my eyes out to multiple different performances at the Grandfest.

When I walked in the venue for the first time and heard the new(ish) version of Anarchy Rainbow? Cried. When I saw Off the Hook perform for the first time? Cried. When I saw the Squid Sisters perform Calamari Inkantation for the first time? Cried. When I watched three back-to-back performances of Three Wishes when it was first available to watch? Cried 7 whole times, mostly in the first watchthrough.

I'm not sure why this game has had such a profound impact on me. Maybe it's because I fell in love with it during the most transitional period of my life so far. Maybe it's because it's my one of my best friend's favorite game, and it's tied to so many great memories with her. Maybe it's because of all of the random people I've played with and squid partied with and felt community with. Maybe it's because the game is just that damn good.

Regardless of the reason, I can say with full confidence that this is officially tied with Journey and Minecraft for my favorite video game ever. This silly goofy little squid game has meant the whole world to me, and I love it with all my heart.

Thank you, Splatoon. Thank you, thank you. thank you.

Here's to many many more hours with you all.

 ❤️🦑

[clary-jace]

pacey and joey in every episode → a winter’s tale (4x14)

[pushing500]

I didn't know that the anxiety trait gave colonists panic attacks. Aw, poor Vu. At least Candlelight was there to help calm her down.

Irwin wants everyone in the colony to have a good time, which is all good and well, except that the food we're binging on is only edible by about three colonists. Everyone else is gonna be living off tea and coffee for two days.

We all headed down to the riverside for the feast, which was very eventful and lovely (well, lovely for some people- Candlelight couldn't walk for a few days, but that's what she gets for getting into a fight with someone who is actually capable of melee combat).

Why does nobody want to take the only colonist I actively dislike?? I don't want to deliberately accidentally get him killed, but it's getting to the point where I think it might be my only option...

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[lunacias]

it’s dangerous to go alone! 

finished the rito village quest recently! travelling with tulin was everything to me