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[castironnbitch]

Eat It Up

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Summary: Laurent, overwhelmed in a crowded bar, tells Damen to dance. Damen delivers.

Inspiration: This story was inspired by tags from @kybelles on this post and the video from the post itself.

Beta reading, love, and encouragement from the lovely @irregularcollapse <3

Snippet under the cut

“Nikadros has invited us to the opening of his new restaurant. Chtapódi.” Auguste’s flat tone belies his interest. Laurent’s lip curls as he waits for his brother to inevitably continue. “Some fancy Akielon place on Mirabeau.”

Laurent sighs, adjusting his wrist upon his knee. Auguste is watching him, face partially illuminated by his phone screen. “How pedestrian.” Laurent’s boredom is authentic. 

“Will you go?” 

Laurent dislikes the way Auguste smiles at him. 

“When?” 

Silence. And then: “Tonight.”

“Auguste—”

“Damen will be there.” The words come in a rush. Auguste, apparently, has moved past his dramatic pauses. 

Laurent is careful, ascetic in his tone, his posture, every wisp of hair. “And you believe I care about Damianos of Akielos’ whereabouts tonight.”

“I know you do,” Auguste says, thumbs flying across his phone screen. 

Laurent heaves another sigh, uncrossing his legs and standing elegantly from Auguste’s deep-seated navy sofa. 

“We’re taking separate vehicles,” he states, straight-backed and collected as he leaves his brother in the living room.

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[spaceshipkat]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤

ahhh don’t mind if i do!! thank you, B 🫶🏻

unicorns, and other extinct animals

The first letter Gale gets from Bucky is about a unicorn. He thought Bucky wasn’t the type to write letters. It seems he is, at least if they’re to Gale.

probably goes without saying, but god i’m so proud of this one. i think im due for a reread.

flak-happy, fancy-free

The war is over, but some questions remain about where Gale and John go from here.

this was my first mota fic, and i am still really happy with the prose in it. (i actually read a fic way back when that had a lot of similar prose. like im not saying they copied me since they changed the wording here and there, but it’s very clear where they found inspiration. flattering? hmm!)

help me darling, don’t let go

Healing isn't a linear process, old habits die hard, and sometimes it gets worse before it gets better. But with a little patience, and effort, and strategic Floor Time, Ed and Stede will find their way.

this isn’t my most popular ofmd fic, but it’s probably the one im proudest of out of all the ones ive written for this fandom (somehow ive written 18 for it).

Muscle Memory

Aziraphale has questions about sex. Crowley has answers, and examples, and demonstrations. He definitely doesn't have feelings.

i’ve read good omens fic for yearssss before i finally decided to try my hand at it (thanks to @heidiamalia for encouraging me!) and i still love this one to pieces.

Prospect

After Kansas City, Joel and Ellie agree it'd be safer if people believed they're father and daughter.

i really love this fic (actually reread it the other day, even) but especially because, according to my readers, i made them actually care about and enjoy the OCs in it.

[air-exec]

Sending you “before the beginning” for the writing meme! 🫡 I’m so interested in your plotting for the jury duty AU 💕

no excuses writing meme

BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project

Gale is thirteen years old the first time he steps foot in a courthouse. He'd driven past it a thousand times with his parents, and for most of his life he hadn't thought there was anything particularly interesting about its smooth limestone facade. But now, standing in front of its hulking form, windows sparkling in the noontime sun, it is nothing short of intimidating. He and his Ma stand on the sidewalk at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the front door. Gale worries about how she's going to handle the steps; Her right knee still isn't as strong as it used to be since his Daddy- Since his Daddy did what he did.

re: the plotting of the actual fic:

The plan right now is for it to cover 5-6 days of a sequestered jury trial (trying to keep the actual court action/proceedings to a minimum, y'all don't need me info-dumping) plus the day before when they're picked for the jury. I've got the jury selection day + most of two trial days (and the nights after haha) written, so i still have a little ways to go. There are a few gaps that I need to go back and fill, but it's not too bad. (we're at 11k words right now)

[ilgaksu]

Pass the happy! ✨ When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications!

this is so cute aaaah <33333

hello kitty & other sanrio characters

iced coffee from my favourite little pink cafe where they recognise me and my order and ask me about how various projects are going

tidying while listening to podcasts

solo cinema dates. as in, going by myself to the cinema

the local cat cafe

[whirlpool-blogs]

omg @irregularcollapse not the g*** c***** tag!!

Event: This morning at breakfast, John told me if there were two pilots left up in the air, it would me and him

Rational explanation: he was delivering a morale-boosting speech that renews confidence in our flying abilities

Irrational explanation: when he thinks of his future, he only sees me and him. this is compounded by the romantic notion of us together in the air, a place untouched by societal expectations or judgments

Additional notes: he looked deeply into my eyes while saying this

Event: While we were in the bomb shelter this evening, John said if he were going to bet on anything, he would bet on us

Rational explanation: John is an inveterate gambler who places bets without reason

Irrational explanation: John doesn’t perceive an existence without us, a singular moving unit, two souls intertwined forever by destiny

Additional notes: reminded me of my father

Event: Outside in the alleyway, while everyone else was still inside the pub, John kissed me

Rational explanation: John thought I was one of his many English girls and mistakenly kissed me, even though he wasn’t even that drunk and he did call me Gale

Irrational explanation: maybe he likes me??

Additional notes: he sucked my dick

[crowthis]

WIP GAME!

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tag by @irregularcollapse ! thank you & apologies💐 all my pic files hang out nameless in the procreate gallery so here's something wip and goofy operating under a premise so insane

[onyxsboxes]

🎶 🛫 LCAPT Clegan (MOTA) 🛫 🎶

With a bit of delay, it's finally here 🥳🥳🥳🥳

It is with great pleasure (and a lot of excitement) that I present to you our Let's create a playlist together Clegan (MOTA)'s version.

Let’s create a “clegan/buckxbucky/buckyxbuck/eganven/whatever we call the buckies” playlist together. 🎶 🛫 When you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen that remind you of Clegan (MOTA) and publish them. Then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool) (@onyxsboxes so i can add your replies to the playlist) 🛫 🎶 You can include more or fewer songs (as you prefer), I'll collect all the replies and put them together in a playlist that I'll share in a week or so (I'll update it as I receive replies, so no rush and no pressure).

(For those who want to add a few songs, go ahead. I'll continue to update the playlist as I receive more replies.)

I'd like to thank you all for your participation. This was the first fandom/ship oriented playlist and I had no idea so many of you would respond (it was a bit overwhelming but i a good way 🥰). It was a delight to read all your recommendations, your little comments and even your playlists for some of you. It was fun to listen to so many songs through Clegan's lens.

It forced me to really listen to the lyrics and that only made these songs more enjoyable. I hope you will (like me) rediscover some songs in a new light thanks to this playlist.

Here the link to the other playlists if you want to take a look.

I'll try to do other fandom-related playlists like this one later (when I'll have a bit more time), so if you'd like to participate or if you'd like to be tagged when the playlist is released, let me know (or there's a little form on this post for that if you prefer).

If you'd like to see a particular theme, please feel free to tell me so we can do that later.

Some statistics

The playlist lasts 22h13 with 345 different songs (I chose to put a song in the playlist only once and not as many times as it was tagged) nearly a full day of clegan's vibes 😁.

Special mention to Sibewest's Skyline, which I couldn't find on Spotify to put on the playlist 😔

Well done to Hozier's Work Song, which was mentioned 5 times 🥳

Mentioned three times

I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski

Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley

Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey

Mentioned two times

Blue jeans by Lana Del Rey

Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley

Coal by Dylan Gossett

Free by Florence + The Machine

Gale song by The Lumineers

Good Luck, babe by Chappel Roan

Heat Lightning by Mitski

I don't smoke by Mitski

Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish

Putting The Dog To Sleep by The Antlers

Somethin' Stupid by Frank Sinatra & Nancy Sinatra

Take me home, country roads by John Denver

Whish that you were here by Florence + The Machine

Your Best American Girl by Mitski

Thank you again guys 🤗🥰

Tag list under the cut (hope I haven't forgotten anyone)

@alienoresimagines @alouiadina @amiserableseriesofevents @anachilles @anavilante

@antigonenikk @antiquitea @avonne-writes @blixabargelds @brotherwtf

@bucking-mustangs-with-wings @butdaddyilovehim99 @caterina07121 @caustinen @c-goldthorn

@chirpybirdy @cleganlovesx @counting0nit @darkimpala1897 @defnotanarc

@diankn @eternallytired17 @evlia @feyd-meowtha @heretoobsessstuff

@impalachick @irregularcollapse @kaaaaaaarf @kbsd @ktredshoes

@london-cowboy @middlingmay @rambleonwaywardson @s0ftpining @scarecrowmax

@sleepr-agent420 @sleepy-hyperfixations @soliloquy-dawn @swifty-fox @thebuckys

@theseshipsshallsail @trashbag-baby666 @umika @valstarsandgalaxies

[slowsweetlove]

Day 26: Give your fanfic writers a boost and share your favourite MOTA AU

In no particular order

The entirety of @swifty-fox LITTLE BEASTS series. If there's the off chance that some of you have not yet read this... I don't know what you're doing here.

While you're on it just read their EVERYTHING AND THE KITCHEN SINK au as well. I'm still waiting for a continuation of that story. Some of the best kink fic around.

My bookmark will tell you everything about @stereobone IN OUR BEDROOM AFTER THE WAR epic : The fluffiest, subtly smutty piece of domestic love I've ever read. A couple going through stuff and coming together stronger for it. The yearning and everyday life described to perfection. So well rounded characters. The perfect love story.

Sadly I can't link the author of the next fic as it was posted under Anonymous. But CLOSE AND YET CLOSER is an emotional roller coaster.

There's of course @rambleonwaywardson and the epic CLEGAN OLYMPICS AU that I re-read again and again

And while we're in the sports realm let's read @weimarweekly LOOKING FOR EIGHT for some soft smut cowboy action

@faegoddessog participation in my October project that turned into an awesome threesome Buck/Bucky/reader fic. Can't wait to read the rest of it.

There's a whole lot of talented writers in the Masters of the Air fandom so shout out to @avonne-writes @c-goldthorn @onyxsboxes @johnslittlespoon @brotherwtf @irregularcollapse and so many others.

[swifty-fox]

last line tag

tagged by @weimarweekly thankyouuu

as requested, John being supeeer normal about Gale giving attention to another man

“Yeah,” he nods towards Gale, curls his lips in a coy smile, “Needs gentle hands, and nobody’s got a better touch than Buck here. Lands them rain or shine, engines or none.”

Gales fingers tighten around the neck of his ginger beer, slick with condensation and shockingly delicate for all the strength John knew they held. Strong enough to pull a thousand pound screaming beast out of a nose dive and land her gently on earth. Strong enough to break his noise in a single hit. John means his praise genuinely, it’s just a product of that beast in his gut, jealousy if he was brave enough to name it, that colored them something mocking. 

Words failing him tonight, pushing him further along the plank, John opts for physicality, throwing himself on the other side of Gale and bumping his shoulder against the taut line of the other mans body several times until Gale offers him the faintest relaxation of acceptance. He shoots John the faintest of smiles, tentative and worried.

“Love to see those famous gentle hands of yours in action sometime there Cleven.”

Gale tenses again and John bristles automatically, attuned as a dog to anything that brought Gale discomfort. 

“I never flew, they shipped us over the Atlantic on a ship packed together like Sardines,” James teeth are unnaturally white with another smile, “Never been so seasick in my life.”

“Oh,” John drawls, tilting his head around Gale’s lean body to affix him with a toothy smile right back, “You get plenty sick up in the sky too. We had a healthy supply of paper bags on hand for some of our more delicate stomachs.”

The implication that James would be one of those need not be said.

James tilts his head, maddeningly polite, “Well, if Gale’s as smooth a flier as they say I’m sure I’ll be in good hands.”

taggin @joeyalohadream @whirlpool-blogs @irregularcollapse @euph0riacc

[castironnbitch]

So I’m reading Even in Another Time as I said I would and damen saying ‘you would not have me?’ in chapter 9 is actually literally truly affecting me the same way damen affects me in canon holy shit

[alienoresimagines]

Last Line Tag

I've been terrible at keeping up with games lately so apologies for the long wait but I greatly appreciate all of the people who tagged me 🥹❤️

Thank you to @soliloquy-dawn @morriganravenclaw @amiserableseriesofevents @sleepr-agent420 @joeyalohadream @heretoobsessstuff @majorbuckyegan @anachilles @rangerelizabeth and @wayrad for the tag 🥹💕

Here's a bit from last night's writing session, some Stalag h/c with a healthy dose of pining ❤️

A hand rubs soothing circles on his back while John speaks against his temple, gentle yet rushed with a sense of urgency that only comes from worry born out of genuine care. 

“Gale, c’mon, take a breath for me, doll.” 

Mouth opening to fill his lungs with much-needed air through a gasp, he doesn’t even register the pet name, John’s soothing voice the only thing keeping him grounded without him making sense of the words. John is still talking, reassurances and praises, Gale can tell from his tone, but he can’t make out any words beside his name. Still, the soft baritone with the barest of accent soothes him until his breathing is timing with John’s slow circles on his back, chest rising and falling in tandem with John’s.

In another life, John would have been great living on a farm. Sweet talking the horses and the geese that would follow him around because all of creation cannot help but fall a bit in love with John Egan. Gale would know.

Np tagging (and sometimes uno reverse) to @moghraidhs @onyxsboxes @amiserableseriesofevents @nicijones @c-goldthorn @soliloquy-dawn @wayrad @hogans-heroes @rangerelizabeth @irregularcollapse and @blixabargelds if they want to ❤️

[blixabargelds]

last line(s) you’ve written

tagged by @swifty-fox thank u angel ✨~~~

He holds the side of his hand to his nose, catching the worst of it, but it keeps dripping crimson. It’s splattering John’s exposed stomach, soaking into the hem of his shirt with the excess lube.

“Damnit,” Gale says, muffled, voice thick.

“You feel sick?” John says. “Wanna stop?”

“No,” Gale says quickly. He drags his hips forward, feels John thankfully still rock-hard inside him. He gets distracted by the motion for a second; does it again slow, moaning softly as blood continues to slip over his fingers. “God, no. Just ignore it.”

“Hey,” John says. He sits up a little. It angles his cock deeper inside Gale, stretching him out more, stuffing him fuller, heavy and hot at the back of his spine. Gale’s hands fly to John’s shoulders, leaving his nose to bleed freely. “I got it.”

He takes Gale’s chin in his hand.

He holds him steady as he kisses him, blood running fast into both of their mouths, flooding onto their tongues. It’s vile. Gale nearly comes right then. John sucks it from his tastebuds before he moves on, trailing coppery viscid spit, and sets his lips to Gale’s red-wet Cupid’s bow.

“John-”

“Lemme taste you,” John says, tongue flicking out and tickling Gale’s nose as he drinks up his blood like a faucet.

“God, you freak,” Gale gasps. John keeps lapping at his face, getting the blood smeared over Gale’s chin, licking it out of his open mouth. When he pulls back, breathless, he looks like a fucking cannibal. “Jesus. God, Bucky.”

no pressure tagging @c-goldthorn @irregularcollapse @soliloquy-dawn @stereobone

[ilgaksu]

For the ask game: 3, 4, 12, 14? Any or all! 🖤🖤🖤

(from these questions)

3. how you feel about your current WIP

both pleased and frustrated - i think so far it is really, really good, but i'm frustrated that i'm very, very sick irl atm and it's hindering my ability to get through the final 1k before posting. i'm finding it very easy overall atm to feel overwhelmed by what i want to write, my actual writing obligations, and my other obligations on top of my health.

4. a story idea you haven't written yet

there's a few! uhhh so fair i keep threatening to write, in order:

the horrible dune canon divergence where feyd-rautha and paul got married and, rather than it fixing anything, it ended up destroying half the galaxy, just differently.

there's a pwp with heihua from dmbj and overstimulation and the idea of xiao hua as a belligerent sub (while still keeping it in character) that i've been planning out the logistics and choreography of for a while now, but honestly, i find with pwp that, like, i get midway through and then immediately start to realise i've signed up for what isn't a fun little sprint but a marathon. worthwhile, but still a marathon.

with mysterious lotus casebook, i have an idea for a postcanon fic centering the rise of fang duobing as a young hero in the jianghu, and the resulting politics. but i know in my soul that'll be, like, 6 chapters, and i've told myself i need to finish another fic or have a few chapters ready to go before i start yet another wip.

a heihua character study involving sex pollen and the mental politics of domination when you're a person who historically has dicey relationships to power and subjugation. i also know it'd be about 10-15k easily to do it justice. there's a pattern here jhfghgfh

12. a trope you're really into right now

i'm going to say sex pollen, because of my current original short story that's going to be in duck print press' upcoming many hands anthology. i think there's something confronting to the concept about how we lie to ourselves when it comes to desire.

14. where do you get your inspiration?

i go to museums and art galleries all the time, and i also listen to podcasts on sociology, history, economics, criminology, etc, so i think i end up gaining a lot of inspiration from those!!

[whirlpool-blogs]

last line(s) you’ve written tag

thanks @precious-little-scoundrel for the tag!

ummmm this is my Bucky/Brady/Gale fic that I may never finish BUTTTT the premise is that

For a few months, Bucky is stuck in the South Compound (canon!) while Gale is in the main East Compound (canon!) with John Brady

When Brady forms his brass band (canon!), the Luftwaffe guards in the other sections miss live music too, so Brady’s band is occasionally brought to visit the other compounds so the guards stationed there can enjoy their music

The Buckies use this opportunity to pass messages back and forth via Brady. And also their freaky sex life.

Bucky pauses, scuffs his boot against the dirt like a horse. He’s frowning a little, lost in thought, like he’s trying to come to a decision. 

“Little John,” Bucky says finally, squinting into the distance somewhere beyond Brady’s right shoulder. “Can I trust you to pass something on to Gale for me?” 

“Sure, Major,” says Brady. 

Quickly, Bucky’s hand slips into Brady’s pocket, and Brady feels the crinkle of folded paper. 

“Oh, and this too,” says Bucky, and pulls Brady into the deepest, hottest kiss he has ever experienced in his entire life. His tongue licks into Brady’s mouth, hungry and insistent. If Brady moans a little bit in response, well, that’s between him and God and Major Egan. 

Bucky sucks the excess spit right from Brady’s lips as he pulls away.

“Just like that, Major?” Brady finally manages.  

“Just like that,” confirms Bucky. 

*** No pressure! Tagging @swifty-fox @irregularcollapse @soliloquy-dawn @roycest @angelfruittree

[luckydeuce]

lewd last lines again

Tagged (via @london-cowboy sometimes...) by @weimarweekly & @survivedthenight & @irregularcollapse & @stereobone & @wayrad which literally feels like being tagged by a bunch of my personal GODS, I'm losing my mind and also thank you for the tag!!!

“Had a hell of a night, Buck,” Bucky mutters. There’s something frail there, something that scares Gale, and makes him too alert, a sharp tightening of the senses. Bucky isn’t well. His weariness feels like it’s too big for his body to contain. “I just want to watch some ball,” he continues, words a little slurred. But you promised, Gale thinks it, unbidden and unspoken, small, hateful, vulnerable and selfish in the widening V of John’s legs. “I promised,” Bucky says, as if he can hear Gale’s frustration. “I know, Buck.” He scrubs a hand down his face. “I’m sorry, yeah? I really am. But I still want you to do something for me.” He leans forward now, slow, and props an elbow on his knee. A blink, a breath, and his hand’s on Gale’s face again, warm and rough, the calluses dragging faintly as his thumb presses against Gale’s bottom lip. He doesn’t move for a moment, just stays there, his thumb resting heavily. Then, he slides it across the plush curve of Gale’s mouth. “Open,” he murmurs.

Let me tag @simplykayley & @whirlpool-blogs & @soliloquy-dawn and @cruuella heheh if you want.... feed me....

[sleepr-agent420]

last line tag

thank you @skyphloxx for taggijg me HOORAYY

i changed directions with the blue scarf thing and now JOHN is getting tied up bc why not :D

“You’re a big boy, you can use your words,” Gale hums, tugging lightly on John’s curls. He whines, glassy eyes trained on Gales face like he’s trying to speak through them, trying to convey what he wants through his tears. Gale tilts his head, waiting for the man on his knees to speak.

“Need- please Gale,” he whispers, leaning into Gale’s touch.

“What? Need what,” he asks firmly, his grip in John’s hair tightening.

John’s look falters at the harsher tone, a tear slipping down his cheek. He’s not used to Gale being so mean. It makes his head buzz deliciously. He yearns for Gale to take complete control—to manipulate his body at will, to use him as he pleases. It’s almost frustrating to have to voice his desires.

"I want to feel full," he manages, struggling to maintain eye contact. "I need you inside me, Gale. Please—give it to me." His gaze drops to Gale's visibly hardening cock. Leaning forward, John parts his lips and presses them against the tented fabric. Gale sighs above him, hand petting through John’s hair as he watches.

“That wasn’t so hard, huh, sweetheart?”

umm NP TAGS :D @alienoresimagines @irregularcollapse @nicijones @onyxsboxes and whoever else wants to do it :P