#it took me 4 months! 4 months to finish it!

[smashing-teacups]

Update: Atonement!

I'm back at it, folks!

I took a bit of a break in favor of oneshots and finishing up my Christmas fic - quick and easy things to complete in what little free time I have as a single mom to a 4 and 1 year old! But Ye Olde 4 AM Alarm has been set again to allow me to get back to my long-suffering loves in Atonement. Chapters 46 and 47 are written, and I'm about halfway done with 48 -- made great progress on that this morning. I *think* the story will be 52 chapters in total, including the epilogue, so I really am closing in on the end, just need to carve out time in the wee hours of the weekends to get it done. I have a goal in mind -- a lofty one! -- to get this whole thing written by its anniversary on May 1st so that I can start posting again, but we'll see how the next few months go. It's always a roller coaster with daycare germs! Pray for us. 😅 I truly want to get this story wrapped up in a satisfying way for everyone who has been waiting SO! VERY! LONG! to see its conclusion. ❤️

[howlsmovinglibrary]

January Reading Wrap-Up!

I read 4 books in January 2025:

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clark (5 STARS)

listen, ok, listen. I know it's an insanely long book. I know it takes 200 pages for one of the main characters to show up. I know it took me 7 months to finish. Never has a book held me hostage, and then I've been this fucking grateful afterwards.

genuinely, one of the best books I've read in a long time. I didn't even *like* Piranesi much, but the world of magic Clarke has built just so that it can act as a story backdrop here is so beautifully detailed. The plot is neat and intricate. The jokes are funny actually. The villain is a fairy twink (but derogatory). And it lowkey spawned the entire subgenre of Regency Fantasy, of which I am very fond. 

The Girl With No Reflection by Keshe Chow (0.5 STARS)

In contrast, I fucking hated this. I wrote a rant review here. I'm begging contemporary publishing to *cough* "get good".

Waking the Moon by Elizabeth Hand (4.5 STARS)

This book had one of the most beautifully written prologues I've laid eyes on, and then it went insane. Follows an ordinary girl who finds herself locked in the pattern of wider repetitive destiny and reincarnation - what would you do if your two best friends were Chosen Ones, and you were kind of just there, being hot?

I wished that the protagonist Sweeney had become a little more proactive in the end, but you know what? maybe she deserved to just save the world through having a really hot boyfriend. the jury's out on this one. modern bookblogging would explode over the morality at play x

Never Have I Ever by Allison Ashley (3.5 STARS)

Do you like fake relationships and mutual pining? oh boy. then you should probably read this. it follows two best friends after they get fake married, to commit medical insurance fraud. I feel like the insane levels of chemistry they had in the beginning didn't really pan out - the "will they" was less exciting than the "won't they" - but it's still a really strong premise and I read this book compulsively.

[alicefromwhichplanet]

Hihihi I’m back to fiction writing! One work dedicated to my favorite ship Megop! Finally, I POST their stories. That’s mainly because my works at hand are quite long and I am currently struggling with my life… but yeah. I’ve always been writing about them.

About this work: It’s basically a megop-background story, but I cannot say it’s a megop story in the conventional sense. However, it’s a great attempt of mine, to try out writing a psychological thriller, and to write multiple first-person point of views. The story is narrated through three perspectives: Airazor’s, Scourge’s and Optimus Prime’s. They follow the same timeline and (I tried to) use different narratives. There is suspense but not too much. And it’s gonna be a very sad story.

The story is also my attempt to fix the blanks of logic and one-dimensional character building in the film, as well as an effort made to make up for my disappointment that there is no decepticons or Megatron in the film (which is totally unreasonable for me). Speaking in a more gentle way, I used my imagination to explain things that are not fully explained.

[collophora]

"Let's fix this drawing" *redraw the whole thing*

[wendylizard]

Larry just can't catch a break (；^▽^)

[daeyumi]

au Ganondorf 🪷

ngl i am Very proud of his design

[waveoftheocean]

it's been nearly two years since i first drew this piece but i have finally managed to color it in a way that i'm satisfied with!!! 😤 (original ver here)

07.20.23 happy birthday oikawa <333

[arielluva]

the sunlit garden

[convex-solos]

i miss my blorbos

version with no letters under the cut

[rotbtd-edits]

ROTBTD in Sims 4

Remember when I said I'm creating the Rotbtd four in Sims 4 for a post apocalypctic AU? So here they are + lookbooks! 😄✌ I specifically made them to use with llazyneiph's Apocalypse survival mod (along with a zombie mod) and so eager to start actually playing~ (Special thanks to all the cc creators!<3)

Bonus Toothless the horse lmao

[targarrus]

chapter 8 - the belly of the beast

[chulippi]

so fun fact a couple weeks ago my friends and I did a PowerPoint night and my theme was making left for dead… 3!!!!! But my friends and I are the main characters. So here’s all of the art I did for that :)

Two campaign posters! The idea was that the campaigns would start us in our stomping grounds, and lead us up eventually to the military safe zone that’s vaguely mentioned in a map in L4D1 that looks to be AROUND Oregon/Washington.

(Extra fun fact: I drew the Hollywood poster literally WEEKS before the current wildfires happened. So when the fires happened all of my friends started joking that my art was a bad omen)

Next, Individual art of the survivors (the squad, if you will)

There was actually a LOT more that went into the presentation itself but I was very proud of the survivor “concept art” (using that word real loosey-goosey because these are all very real people)

[mupple]

Allison Reynolds?? Yes.

[noemiettedraw]

"You speak as if from a distant dream"

[hockeynoses]

R/oy x Jam/ie (Somno/philia Snz Fic)

Summary: Consensual somnophilia when Jamie has a cold. Includes snzing into the covers (inspired by this post and my original post about it is here). Roy has the kink.

Warnings: Mess. 2.2k.

-

Roy can’t fall asleep. He’s been trying for the past hour, but he’s just so fucking distracted. Lying in the darkness of their room, he can feel the heat of Jamie’s body beside him. He’s been listening to the cadence of his breathing, uneven with congestion.

Jamie’s so stuffed up that he’s forced to breathe through his mouth, drying his throat and causing him to wake in fits and starts with cute little snuffles and coughs, rubbing his face into the pillow, the sheets, whatever’s in reach.

Roy himself hasn’t escaped unscathed, not that he minds, of course. Quite the opposite, in fact. Jamie had fallen asleep on Roy’s chest, peppering him with enough wet, heavy sneezes to cause all Roy’s blood to flow straight to his cock. He had tried his best to remain still and not wake his boyfriend, reaching down with his free hand and giving himself a couple cursory strokes to take the edge off in the hopes that he’d settle back down after that.

After several minutes, Jamie had stirred with a syrupy sniffle and rolled off Roy to his side of the bed, facing away from him. Roy’s grateful for the relief, and the ability to move his limbs freely without the weight of Jamie’s muscle mass smothering him.

So here Roy lies, deciding whether or not to wrap a hand around his cock and finish what Jamie unknowingly started. His skin feels itchy with need. It’s been a special kind of exquisite torture, looking after Jamie when he’s this sick. He’s fucking irresistible enough on a normal day, but this… this is more than Roy can take. His nerves are a constant live wire, jumping to attention every time Jamie sneezes or lets out a particularly miserable groan. The heady tension of desire and restraint constantly thrumming through Roy’s veins. Flushes spilling down his neck in a way that has Jamie smirking into his tissues. It’s like something out of a wet dream.

Jamie knows, of course. They’d talked about it months ago. He had assured Roy that it was fine. They’re both into plenty of freaky stuff, and Jamie has a very open mind. He’d gone so far as to say it was charming, the cheeky prick.

He knows Jamie would do just about anything he asks him to, so Roy takes it upon himself to be the one to set boundaries. He insists they have a safeword, in this and any other kinky shit they get up to. He doesn’t want to take advantage of Jamie when he’s sick. Doesn’t want to press him, but he has to trust that Jamie would tell him if it ever got to be too much.

They’d even talked about –

Roy squeezes his eyes shut. Is he really that desperate?

Jamie said it was okay. That he was flattered, always happy for any and all of Roy’s attention and love.

Their conversation from earlier that day flashes through Roy’s mind, as if to prove to himself that it actually happened.

-

“You dknow how we talked about… mbe being asleeb?” Jamie asks as he finishes blowing his chapped nose for the millionth time.

Roy grunts in affirmation, laser-focused on his boyfriend.

“You could sdtill do that, whend I’b like this.”

Something coils in Roy’s gut, sinister and so, so tempting. They joke about him being a sadist, but this feels like a lot, even for him. But oh god, he wants it.

He knows as soon as Jamie says it that he’s going to do it. How could he not? Now that Jamie’s offering it to him on a silver platter.

“Are you sure?” he forces out, his throat tight with lust.

“Of course. I trust you.” Jamie says. He presses the crumpled tissue to his pink, dripping nostrils. “And one of us mbight as well enjoy ihh… hih’AEETTSHH’uh! SNF. Endjoy id.”

“Okay,” Roy says, the idea taking shape in his mind. “You do need your rest.”

“Exactly, mbate. We can both get what we want.” His tired, red-rimmed eyes soften. “Love that you’re still into mbe evedn when I’b disgustin’.” He gives a playful leer that quickly dissolves into a wrenching sneeze. “uh…ha…HA’IGGHHSH’IUE!”

And Roy can’t go another second without touching him after that.

-

Roy’s cock twitches at the memory, dragging his attention back to the present.

His hard-on is insistent now; it hasn’t flagged at all. Probably because Jamie’s lying next to him making all sorts of sounds and Roy can’t focus on anything but that. Every noise he makes only serves as a reminder to Roy of just how full of cold Jamie is. He’d taken a considerable amount of Nyquil before bed to combat it, or at the very least to knock him out, and it seems to have only accomplished the latter.

Unable to take anymore, he decides to give in, reminding himself that he doesn’t have to feel guilty. Jamie asked for this.

He curls against Jamie, blanketing his back with the warm line of his body. He brings his hands to Jamie’s hips, buries his face in the nape of his neck, smelling the familiar warmth of Jamie’s skin. Jamie snuffles a bit – and Roy freezes – but he stays asleep.

His cock fits perfectly between Jamie’s pert ass cheeks, and Roy digs his fingers into the skin of Jamie’s hips as hard as he dares to pull him closer. Panting his hot breath against the back of Jamie’s neck, already so worked up. It’s like he’s popped the cork of a shaken bottle of champagne and all his desire is spilling out of him. Their bodies are sleep-warm beneath the sheets, and Roy feels like he’s going to combust. He starts a slow, easy grind against Jamie’s ass, forever grateful that the man sleeps with no pants on.

Jamie breath hitches and he groans out a little sound – Nng – nuzzling his face against his pillow. Roy doesn’t stop.

His runny nose has already leaked onto the pillowcase. Roy’s had to switch them out every day, throwing the snotty things in the wash. If Roy lifts his head a little, he can watch Jamie’s face contort, nostrils flaring as a sneeze builds in his sleep. Jamie’s chest expands as his breath picks up – “huh… huh-ggsh’TCHH’iue!” The sneeze sends mess bubbling from his nose, spraying down onto the sheets and his chest.

He still doesn’t blink awake. The Nyquil must have really knocked him out. The thought goes straight to Roy’s dick, heady with the knowledge that he could do whatever he wanted and Jamie might not even wake up; a sick power trip that’s been gifted to him.

“Fuck,” he grits between his teeth, pressing his forehead to Jamie’s shoulder as his thrusts turn more desperate.

Jamie snuffles again, his sinuses thick as molasses. His open mouth sucks in a sharp breath before – “ha’kxxgsh’uh!” another viscous, sickly sneeze coats his upper lip and the pillow below him. He moans, and Roy, through the haze in his own brain, tries to decipher if it’s in discomfort or if it has to do with the fact that Jamie’s dick is thickening up now – his body reacting to Roy even like this – dead to the world, sick as a dog, and hopped up on drugs. If there’s one constant in this life, it’s that Jamie’s going to get hard for him.

Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me, he thinks.

Needing more, he lifts Jamie’s leg as gently as he can – he’s so fucking pliant like this - and thrusts his dick between his fucking tree trunk thighs; one of the many benefits of dating a professional footballer. It provides him with just the right amount of the friction he’s so desperately seeking, the corded muscles like a vice on his dick.

The tight heat of Jamie’s thighs sends Roy careening closer to the edge, a growing, molten pressure in his gut. He’s still not awake yet, Roy marvels, breaking a sweat.

As though summoned by his thoughts, Jamie’s breath starts to hitch again - little frustrated gasps in and out. Roy doesn’t halt the movement of his hips. He buries his face in the back of Jamie’s neck and keeps pumping into that warm, inviting place between his thighs.

“ah…hah… ha’NGGSSHH’UH!” The sneeze rocks them both as it tears out of Jamie, spraying the sheets and clinging to the bottom of his face in a sheer glossy mess. Roy’s hips stutter with another sharp spike of lust.

Jamie groans, low and confused, and Roy feels it reverberate through him where he’s fused to Jamie’s back.

“Mm…Roy?” he mumbles, cracking his bleary eyes open. Roy slows his pace but doesn’t stop the rhythmic slide of his hips.

“I’m right here,” he says, his quiet voice strained with his quick breath. “Go back to sleep. I’ve got you.”

“Ngh… Cadn’t… heh… hih’nngg’SHOO! Ugh. Cadn’t breathe.”

Roy’s halfway to outer space right now, with the brain function to match, so he does the only thing he can think of and gathers the section of the comforter that’s in front of Jamie and presses it to his slick face. These sheets are fucked anyway, he reasons.

“Blow for me,” his voice rolls deep in Jamie’s ear. Jamie doesn’t even hesitate, still half-asleep and fuzzy from the Nyquil. He simply does as Roy says, mustering all the energy he has in his sleepy state to force out a gurgling blow, soaking the comforter with a heavy amount of snot.

“Good boy, get it all out.” He starts to pull the fabric away from Jamie’s face, strings of mess still tethered, when the sound of Jamie’s breath scissoring in and out goes straight to his dick. Fuck, he isn’t going to last much longer.

He props himself up on one elbow to have a better view of Jamie’s face as it contorts in a delicious pre-sneeze expression, still covered in mess and about to get worse. He doesn’t even have his eyes open, but his eyebrows pull up desperately as his red, wet nostrils twitch.

After one last sharp inhale of breath, a heaving double bursts from him - “huh… hih’AEESSHH’IUE! Hah…ha-Heh’GKSSHHTT!” – unleashed openly into the inches of space between him and the already-slimy comforter, coating it even further, spots of liquid turning the fabric dark where it lands.

“Fuck - Jamie.” Roy’s voice punches out of him, raw with need. Lightning jolts through him, his hips fucking into the tight clench of him, an exquisite pressure building. He sets his teeth against Jamie’s shoulder in a bite, as gentle as he can stand. Jamie groans and tries to snort up the congestion that’s shifted in his sinuses once again.

It takes all Roy’s concentration to arrange the comforter in his hand to find a clean spot and bring it to Jamie’s face for more.

“Come on. Again,” he grunts out, head swimming with his imminent orgasm. Jamie obeys. Of course he does. The squelching, miserable sound of it shivers down Roy’s spine. The viscous mess fills the section of fabric, drenching it through until Roy can feel it warm against his skin.

Fuck. Jamie’s breath starts to hitch again, and Roy thinks he must have done something very good in a previous life to deserve this. I’m so close, he thinks, his hips rutting in time with Jamie’s staccato breaths.

Jamie’s head rears back, pulling away from the sodden blanket before splattering it with another exhausted, desperate fit – “ah…hah’iiggh’SHIUE! Hih…hih-kngxxt’GSSHT!” The Nyquil and fatigue are banding together to turn his sneezes haphazard and unrestrained. His face is slack with it; mouth open as he heaves in another breath. “Ugh… ihh… hih’GgSHHuh! Hah… Hiiiih-ZZSSHHESSHH!” He finishes with a monster of a sneeze, sullying everything with a wrenching, wet deluge of filth.

Reaching a fever pitch, Roy’s thrusts stutter before pumping once, twice – then there’s a rush in his ears as he comes so hard he sees stars. Thick, white ropes of come coat Jamie’s thighs as Roy chases his pleasure, fucking him through it.

When Roy comes back to earth, he pulls out from Jamie’s thighs, hissing at the sensation. Nuzzling into Jamie’s neck, he peppers soft kisses against the warm skin there, luxuriating in the smell of him. Jamie sniffles and rouses a bit at that, and Roy tightens his hold around his middle.

One last time, Roy finds a dry part of the blanket - no easy task at this point - and wipes Jamie’s face clean as best he can.

“Roy?” Jamie blinks, half-awake as Roy pulls the blankets up around them. The sheets are truly disgusting, but only in certain spots. They’re both sure to wake up sticky tomorrow, but Roy’s too satiated and fucked out to deal with it right now. And he doesn’t want to disrupt Jamie’s rest any further. They’ll just have to enjoy a nice hot shower together in the morning, and Roy can throw the sheets in the wash then.

“Shh. You did so good, love.”

Jamie gives a sweet little moan and reaches for Roy’s hands around him, holding him there. He snuggles back into his pillow.

“Go back to sleep now. You need your rest.”

Roy’s hand drifts down to Jamie’s cock, checking the state of him, and finds him still half hard. Jamie cants his hips against Roy’s hand on instinct, but doesn’t give him much more than that.

Roy chuckles into his hair. He really does need his rest and Roy doesn’t want to risk waking him up further. It’s nothing that can’t wait.

“Sleep. I’ll take care of you tomorrow.”

Jamie’s contented sigh is the last thing he hears before sleep pulls him under.

[mercymaker]

Above the Vaulted Sky

pairing: astarion x tav summary: astarion and tav bite off more than they can chew, forcing them to flee from a fight. in the aftermath, astarion returns to save tav and bring her back home. preview:

“Thank you. For coming back.” Mal’s voice bore no signs of weakness that her entire body was saturated in.

Astarion smiled. Of course he came back, where else was he supposed to go? The spawn opened his mouth to reply, yet when he glanced down, her eyes were closed once again, her face — a mask of tranquility.  

The night was long, but it wasn’t endless, and the trek back into the forest was anything but brief. Maleane liked living far away from the prying eyes and accidental visitors, creating a home for herself in the deepest parts of the woods.

They reached the cabin right before dawn, with just enough time left to settle for the day and rest. The vampire spawn felt hunger scratching deep within his core, a great beast dragging its sharp claws against his insides, trying to pry its way out. It was followed by weakness, in his arms and shoulders, deep inside the bones of his legs. Carrying Mal was no easy task, not for so long, not when both of them were so battered, pieces of them fraying, threatening to crumble and collapse like sandy shores at a touch of a wave. He would hunt later, after the sunset, when he was sure they were safe.

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