#im gonna write a fic about this i swear

[emphasis-on-the-oopsie]

Logicality stans how we feelin

[hedwig221b]

I'm smiling so hard at my current (and only) wip, it's so delicious so good I'm obsessed with it 💗 it's everything I want and need from an abo fic, it's unashamedly self-indulgent and just ahhhhh

I think it will beat Predators for me as the best fic I've written. Also it's gonna be the longest one. I know for sure some of you (you know who you are) are gonna be obsessed with this fic just like I am currently bc we share a brain

I'm so excited for you kittens to read it 💗 I'm smiling again agdjdjsllqhskeeieowjsqljswlwl

EDIT:: IT'S HERE!

[crybaby-bkg]

I know I've talked about bull and bear hybrid Bakugou, but has anyone ever talked about lion hybrid Bakugou???? I thought about this concept when I was still half asleep this morning but like,,,,

lion hybrid bakugou with his big ole head and even bigger mane of hair, all soft, colored like the sand you'd dig your toes into at the beach. he has a little scruff on his chin, but he never grows it out because he hates the upkeep of it.

he's always loud, growly yawns whenever you see him, his canines sharp and pointy when he opens his maw wide enough for you to peek in. he's so big and soft where it matters, lazes around all day everyday, and gets these big bursts of energy at the most random of moments. he's basically an overgrown cat basically

omg and he has this complex where he's just sooo high and mighty, like he's some king meant to be worshipped. but all you have to do is kiss his cheeks and rub a hand through his hair when he lays his big dumb head in your lap, and he's purring up a storm.

and and and lion hybrid bakugou whose tongue can feel so rough when he's feeling lazy about it, but somehow knows how to work it just right whenever he wants to lounge between your legs. gets so huffy and growly when you mumble that you can't cum anymore, just nudges your thighs a little wider with his shoulder as he nuzzles his nose against your mound. doesn't care to hear any of your complaining, because he's still eating and doesn't intend on finishing until he's ready.

omg and and lion hybrid bakugou whose favorite position is, of course, doggy style. but only because he gets to wrap your little dainty neck up in his powerful jaws and pin you there, likes how you whimper and shiver but go limp either way because you trust him with your life. he pins your arms beside your head and grunts so loud into your nape when he finally sinks his cock inside of you. he practically lays flat on top of you, just rutting his hips against your ass over and over until he knots you.

which is his favorite part because you two get to just lay there for what feel like hours, and you keep coming intermitally because he can't help but rut his hips a few more times, and hiss at the way his knot tugs at your clenching lips. sigh just lion hybrid bakugou who looks so mean and intimidating but he just loves you so much and can't get enough of you

[starry-bi-sky]

more cfau miscellaneous things because Childhood Friends Danny and Jason have my head and heart always and I need to finish rewriting chapter two dammit (and redo the half-finished chapter 4 because its just Not The Vibes). i'm almost through I need to get through the graveyard scene. (i just stubbornly refuse to have it be shorter than the original chapter and thats the little death. that is the mind killer.)

Danny and jason’s ghost forms both smell faintly like burnt flesh and cigarettes. However, Jason has a more smokey smell while Danny’s smells almost,,, electrical? In a sense? Like he just straight up smells like burnt flesh and sulphur while Jason smells like someone put him in a smoker first.

It’s very much an unpleasant smell but Danny finds an odd comfort in it just as much as he finds a comfort in the smell of nicotine.

(Jason post-revival smells burnt flesh once and is immediately offput by the fact that it brings him an instinctive comfort. He doesn’t realize its because it reminds him of Danny, and is uncomfortable by it.)

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In an au of an au, Danny’s altercation with Rath ends with Rath regaining enough of his sanity to snap out of the grieving state and ends with him breaking down. Instead of being souped and imprisoned, Rath, who is permanently 14, decides to Move On into the unknown. He’s exhausted, heartbroken, and tired.

(Is this influenced heavily by the ParaNorman scene where he talks to Agatha and helps her move on? Yes. But it doesn’t fit with the Original Storyline so im shoving it into an Au of an Au.)

Rath tells Danny that Jason lied to them (which he genuinely believes), and that he’s tired of waiting/looking for him/grieving. Jason is gone. He isn’t coming back, he abandoned them. And he wants his mom and dad, and his sister, and his friends. And he’s ready to join them.

He leads Danny out to Gotham, which other than Amity Park might’ve been the only city left untouched due to Rath’s own mental block on the place. They go out to the park he and Jason used to frequent or up to one of crime alley’s rooftops, and there Rath lies down and goes to sleep. Only to never wake up again, materializing into nothing as his soul moves on.

Before Rath leaves, he forces Danny to promise him that he’ll only wait for Jason for ten years. After that if he doesn’t find him, or if Jason doesn’t show, then Danny has to move on. Whether that be like how Rath does, or if its inly mentally/emotionally, doesn’t matter. He has to move on. Don’t wait for him. Don’t waste his time any more.

(“Oh, and if you find him, kick his ass for me.”)

Danny reluctantly agrees, and Rath lies down. Danny sings to him as he falls asleep.

(Angsty points if the vigilantes including Red Hood caught wind of their presence and were silently watching from the shadows. Rath might know they’re there, but Danny’s too focused on Rath to notice.)

(If only so that Red Hood realizes that this is what happened to Danny, and that Danny is gone before he can make things right. The tragedy, folks. The angst. The initial realization that Danny was Rath, and then also that Danny was dead and has been dead for years, and that before he moved on, he moved on believing that Jason abandoned him.)

(like i said it doesn't fit in the original timeline/storyline hence why its an au of an au and isn't nearly a fleshed out, but i was largely just focusing on the tragedy of Rath moving on and Jason being alive to see it and realize just who Rath is.)

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Just like how the Lazarus pits shot Jason's twiggy 4'6-5'4 (depending on what you find) feet tall and 86lb ass up like a tree an essentially fixed his malnutrition, the portal did the same thing for Danny.

(granted i forgot about malnutrition and danny's likely stunted growth at first -- his family lived in crime alley and despite both his parents working, I don't think they had enough food all the time. He probably wasn't as badly malnourished as Jason was, but he wasn't healthy either.)

Granted his ghost in its "natural" state (14) is short, and his growth spurts were slow at first, it did result in him reaching his dad's height. There were points where it just happened overnight, like a baby. He went to bed one night 5’6 and woke up the next day 5’10.

Jazz is shorter than him. Although I have't decided if she's even liminal at all (and if she is, it didn't cure everything because she would have also suffered childhood malnutrition, and since in au canon their parents didn't get their hands on physical ectoplasm until after they got to Amity Park. So the exposure is less.)

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Danny's voice absolutely sounds like canon Dan's. It kinda just dropped one day when he was 16-17 and never went back up. Sam and Tucker sometimes ask him to just talk about anything because they find his voice soothing.

I'm not sure yet how Danny would feel about it at first considering Rath, but I imagine that Rath, when he did speak, would have had a quieter and scratchier/weaker voice considering he's spent the last decade shrieking and crying.

(and i suppose technically that shouldn't have any effect on his throat considering he's a ghost and idk if that would actually affect him, but i like the idea so im keeping it)

In the beginning you could hear him from a mile away by the sound of his loud, echoing wails, but ten years later you can only really hear him by the soft, shuddering sobs he makes. Like he's gasping for air that isn't there. The future is full of very quiet survivors.

And it's much easier to speak when you pitch your voice upwards (especially when whispering/speaking quietly) so he might've spoken in a higher, airy pitch in order to be heard. So Danny might actually find a comfort in having a lower voice.

[one-of-us-must-be-crazy]

Bad news lads, the Alien verse did in fact introduce Amanda's husband finally in a 2022 novel and I'm about to go fucking insane because his name is "chad" and hes the big damn protagonist of his own fucking canon novel and put davis in a robot dog (?) to rescue him (?).

Meanwhile it's been retconned that Amanda died, she's in cryo until a cure for her disease is found.

[chiliyue-archived]

OH MY GOD SIGMA WITH A PONYTAIL AHAGDGHWBW

when I tell u, I was in the process of passing out (cause I didn't sleep last night hehehaha) this woke me the fuck up

IM RUNNING LAPS IN MY ROOM, KICKING MY.FEET OUT. LOOK AT MY BBG. IM SICK, IM ILL AKADJDKDNLS

the art is so pretty, I want to glue it to my forehead.

[stfuimprojecting]

Evie likes to count her ribs. It’s soothing. She’ll run her fingers down her left side first, feeling carefully from top to bottom before moving on to her right. She’ll dig her fingers into each divot, hook them underneath her rib cage as she sucks in a breath. It’s her morning ritual. Before taking a shower but after her first weigh in of the day. And at night, in the quiet moonlight that sneaks its way through their room's tiny bathroom window, Evie measures herself. She hides the tape measure with her skincare, which she keeps neatly organized in a bin that Mal never touches. She begins with her arms, then her waist, then her hips, and always ends with her thighs. It’s something her mother taught her how to do. They used to do it together, her mom standing by her side as they measured themselves in tandem. They would stand in front of their bathroom mirror, which had a crack in it that split it into two. Sometimes, Evie would line herself up with the fissure, watch as it made her face go wonky. She was uneven and disassembled, just like her insides.

Doing the nightly ritual without her mother is lonely. Evie is almost tempted to invite Mal to join her. She thinks that Mal could keep her on track - the way her mother did - make sure that Evie stays slim and perfectly princess-esque. She thinks that Mal would be kind about it. Unlike her mother, swinging like a pendulum, simultaneously angry when Evie was fatter than her and then even more angry when Evie was thinner than her. But Evie knows that Mal would disapprove. Mal would narrow her eyes, grab her by her wrist and show Evie just how easily her thumb and pinkie wraps around it. Unbearably tiny. She’s done it before. Like back when they were on the Isle and Evie would refuse to eat her share of the rations. Mal does it here too. She'll hold Evie's wrist underneath the cafeteria table whenever Evie is merely moving her food around and not actually eating it. Mal is kind like that. And even if others might think of Mal's grip as too tight, Evie knows better. Mal's touch is the only thing preventing the rot.

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a descendants wip for my series. i've been working on this since february, which ik isn't actually that long ago but i've been stuck ever since, which is soooooo :(((((

[prismaticavocado]

it’s crazy to me that more people don’t ship astarion and wyll when at least in my experience of all the companions they have by far the most flirty dialogues to/about each other. and like. the monster x monster hunter. the disowned noble son x runaway slave. the beloved hero x the misunderstood monster. like come onnn like i know it’s the racism but

[zanarkandfayth]

help the struggle is real

[sweetronancer]

i dont think im ever going to finish this wip but like im gonna post the little bit i have written already here like.. its so ooc i guess but who cares? not me! this was from a few months ago please (this is so embarrassing but i gotta face my fears yk)

“Robin-” Nancy desperately pleaded, not wanting for her to get too loud but it was already too late for that. She glanced at Jonathan beside her, he shifted awkwardly and tried to avoid Robin’s gaze.

“You were everything Nancy! How could you just..Go back to him, just like that?” The hurt was obvious in Robin’s voice, it cracked with emotion and her stance was defensive, almost snake like. Like the blonde was an adder ready to protect itself in any way she could. 

Nancy took a step forward and Robin took a step back, both of their lives were crumbling beneath their feet. She opened her mouth to speak but Jonathan grabbed one of her hands, suddenly staring Robin down and gently trying to pull Nancy back to him. She wanted to apologize to Robin, to be honest, to at least tell her how she felt. 

I love you, her mind whispered. She hated it. 

She didn’t even want to be with Jonathan anymore- she was just scared of her own feelings. She didn’t want to lose Robin how she lost Barb but she was already gone. Robin shook her head, sighing and stepping away again, turning around in a swift movement and walking out of the Byer household. 

[cross-d-a]

OKAY BESTIES BACK TO WRITING TODAY💪✨💪✨💪✨💪✨💪✨

[magniloquent-raven]

despite my best efforts to purge all hp knowledge from my brain these past few years, i was super into it for a very long time, so like.....i keep thinking about the scene in 8x01 where we find out that chim & mara are super into the series now.

i have no idea if this was intentional on the writers' part, but i'm almost positive that the spells they referenced in that scene were NOT in the movies, which implies that they've been reading the books.

just. something to take note of. getting into a seven book series (especially when some of those books are like 500+ pages) is a HUGE time commitment. especially if it's something yall are doing together, like. as a bedtime story?? in little bits at a time??? you're signing up for MONTHS of reading. and i gotta wonder if the plan was to keep reading together after she moved back in with hen & karen or has chim already forgotten he should be preparing for that.

[cosmicdenro]

hey so i completed How to Court Your Life Partner

you don't fucking understand how much that hit so good. the descriptions of the weather are my top fucking favourite and the way it was implemented was like it was 100% made for me im gonna kms NOW.

Again not a big fan of pet names that often but it wasn't that big of a deal with overall how well it was written. The conflict was insanely good because for one it never was something out of the blue for the reader, you knew this was bound to happen because Reg was so far up his ass he didn't see it coming and the way his words affected RHM. I fucking adore conflict when it isn't mindless and badly executed, it's so good and you could absolutely fucking see how much it build the character of Reg upon fucking up big time, despite even if he was still not able to get through to RHM right away. and just the issue RHM was having about his past?? my god that was written carefully too even if some things went over my head beacuse i kept getting distracted *@&@*! but hooooooooooly shit man . oh my god. the character build up was so good im ripping my sheets apart as we speak. THE SNOW CABIN CHAPTER MADE ME 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

also the sven chapter help help help that poor fucking boy did NOT see that coming

[interesting-interludes]

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@winedarkthoughts

[redlikeredacted]

Hi, Hello, I am once again presenting the internet with a fragment of the David/Asher fic I’m working on. This scene is a flashback, featuring Asher drunkenly flirting with David, and David being a little too strong for his own good.

This scene is about 1k and the full fic is shaping up to be about 16k words.

The moon had risen over the lakefront cabins the pack was staying in, but only the pups were sleeping. Everyone else had congregated in the main cabin that David, his dad, and Asher’s family were staying in. They were having a pack party of sorts. It wasn’t even for a holiday, although they were solidly in the midst of all the summer drinking holidays. The party was just a way for them to enjoy everyone else’s presence. 

It was the first summer that most of the second generation of the pack could legally drink, so the alcohol was flowing quite freely. David sat comfortably in the corner of the couch with a lukewarm White Claw in his hand, watching as his friends drunkenly tried to play Mario Kart in mirror mode. Asher was next to him, with every inch of his side pressed up against every inch of David’s. It felt right.

“I don’t think there’s enough alcohol in the world to get me to like mirror mode,” Asher said, before turning to face David and continuing, “Come do a shot with me? I wanna put that theory to the test.” Asher had just been full out giggling a few moments before, and a blush had taken over his face about three shots ago.  

Already five shots in and drunk enough to kill a man if Asher asked him too, but sober enough to still look out for his best friend, David said, “Fine, Ash, but this is your last one.” David was also still sober enough to pointedly ignore how his heart ached to call him his boyfriend instead of best friend and how his core tried to pull the word mate out of his mouth where Asher’s name was meant to be. He chugged the rest of his White Claw.

Asher jumped up giddily, passed his controller off to Milo, and pulled David by the wrist through the living room and into the kitchen. There was enough alcohol on the counters to kill a small army, courtesy of all the freshly 21-year-olds. Asher reached down into the sea of bottles and pulled out two. David raised an eyebrow at the Pink Whitney as Asher passed him the strawberry vodka. “I don’t know how you drink that. It tastes like perfume,” David said.

“Oh, it tastes like shit, but it does what I need it to, baby.” Something almost snapped in David at the ease in which Asher called him “baby”. Something else in him desperately wanted to hear it again. David’s hand was shaking as he poured his shot, and it wasn’t the alcohol’s fault.

Asher raised his shot glass to clink with David’s. With a crooked grin, Asher said, “Cheers,” and knocked his shot back like water. David did, too. The vodka tasted like bad mouthwash, and it burned going down. Asher lightly pushed David back in the direction of the living room. David led the way out, and Asher followed closely behind him. 

Once they were back in the living room, David tucked himself back into his corner of the couch. This time, Milo was sat next to him where Asher had been. Instead of sitting on the floor next to him, like he was often more than content to do, Asher sat on David’s lap. He leaned back against the arm of the couch and snuggled into David. David felt a blush rise to his face.

Across the room, David’s father raised an eyebrow at him. He mouthed, “You good?” When David gave him a thumbs up, he mouthed back, “Liar.” David lightheartedly glared in return, because in all honesty, he was. Hell, if he was sober, he wouldn’t have even blinked twice at Asher sitting on his lap at this point. There were far worse things that Asher had done. 

Once, Asher had come up and wrapped his arms around David’s waist while he was making breakfast for them after a sleepover. He’d pressed a kiss to the junction of David’s shoulder and neck, then rested his head between David’s shoulder blades. “We’re like a couple in a shitty romcom,” is what Asher had said, laughing to himself. He only pulled away when he heard Gabe coming. 

Another time, David had carried Asher back into his apartment after a night out drinking. When David had put him in his bed, Asher pulled him down and kissed him like he was dying. David slept on the couch that night, and Asher didn’t remember it the next morning. 

Gabe broke David out of his thoughts when he came up and pressed a glass of water into David’s hand. “Make sure he drinks some, too,” he had said, nodding towards Asher. He walked back over to his conversation with Marie before Asher had the chance to complain.

Asher turned to tuck his face into the crook of David’s neck, and the sweetness of it made David heartbeat race. Asher spoke against the sensitive skin there, “You’re so fucking pretty, David.” 

David’s grip tightened on the glass in his hand. He clenched his jaw and felt his cheeks redden once again. Across the room, Gabe gave him another “Are you okay?” look. David shifted his eyes from his dad’s towards Asher’s direction and then back again, and his dad just laughed at him. 

“No, really. It’s not fucking fair. How am I supposed to be the comedic relief friend if I can’t think when you’re around? You and your stupidly pretty gray eyes and your soft hair and your stupid muscles that you can pick me up with way too easily and,” Asher cut himself off, “God, you’re fucking gorgeous, Davey.” 

David’s grip tightened further around the glass, and he was sure if he checked, he’d see his knuckles turning white. The glass was starting to flex in his hand, but it was the only thing left tethering him to reality and stopping him from making out with Asher right there on the couch.

Asher moved to look David in the eye. “You are a beautiful, beautiful man, David,” he said. Asher punctuated the thought by pressing a soft kiss to David’s cheek.

The glass in David’s hands shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, and more than a few embedded themselves in his hand. He shook the glass out of his palm, and Marie was already next to him, gesturing for him to give her the wounded hand and going on her spiel about how bad the pack was at taking care of themselves. 

David announced to no one in particular when Marie had finished her healing, “I’m taking Asher up to bed.” He scooped up Asher and stood up with ease, despite the other man’s protests. It was just as much for his own good as it was for Asher’s. 

As David carried Asher bridal style up the steps and away from the party, Asher was looking at him with nothing but want in his eyes. Asher wasn’t normally a horny drunk, or even a flirty drunk, but apparently he was tonight. When David set him down on his bed, Asher looked up at him with his eyes dilated and his face flushed. There was something sultry in his voice as he said, “I wanna do very bad things with you, David.” 

A flustered, strangled noise slipped out of David’s mouth before he said, “Say that sober and then we’ll talk.” David left the room faster than he normally would and almost slammed the door behind him. He leaned back against it, breathing deeply and trying to think about anything other than Asher.

[neko-naruto]

friendly reminder that if a fic reads 1/1 on Ao3, that means its a motherfucking oneshot and don't say 'looking forward to the next chapter' when it says the fic is completed