#long-winded

[moorishflower]

Last 10 fics meme!

Rules: Post the first lines of your last ten fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have fewer than ten, post what you have. 

I was tagged by @eidetictelekinetic

01) On sexual dimorphism in C. urophasianus (Dream/Hob A/B/O) Spring arrives all at once in England: trees that had previously been tightly budded burst in riotous bloom, grass grows thick and lush and new-shoot green, and birds return to the eaves and the branches and the streets, belting out their hopeful songs.

02) Little Histories (Dream/Hob roommates for a year AU) It's early morning in August when Hob's doorbell rings, and he nearly trips over himself in his haste to get it open before it rings again; his head is pounding, the result of a bit too much Scotch and a bit too little common sense last night, though, in his defence, he is recovering from a less-than-stellar breakup.

03) The the Ends of the Earth (Xenk/Edgin pre-canon divergence) Revel's End is cold, and bleak, and dead.

04) all together now (Dream/Hob Nightmare bondage) There is, Hob reflects, a certain amount of self preservation that humans are meant to cultivate over the course of their lives.

05) the way you love yourself (Dream/Hob T4T smut) "Have you ever thought about what it'd be like?"

06) Curse of the Green Hag (Xenk/Edgin fuck or die curse) Triboar is a fine enough place to raise a daughter.

07) Wolf and I (Dream/Hob sentient wolf smut) The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

08) How Adam Loved Eve (Dream/Hob soulmate marks AU) Hob Gadling is born as the sun rises on Beltane in the year of our Lord 1355, with a full head of auburn hair and a wail that could wake the Devil, and a right arm so densely covered in curling, looping, winding script that it appears nearly black.

09) Beautiful, Strange and New (Morpheus/Hob/Daniel retired Dream fixit) Hob wakes to the sour bite of bile in his mouth, a pounding head, and the sound of his doorbell ringing.

10) Dirty Talk 2: Return of Dirty Talk (Dream/Hob dirty talk smut) They have been engaging in sexual intimacy for just under a week when Hob, his hands smoothing in reverent softness over the wings of Dream's hips, says, "I think you've got the prettiest arse I've ever seen."

And I wanna taaaag @avelera @tharkuun @softest-punk and @arialerendeair !

[howifeltabouthim]

Could it be that any human being really preferred a long sermon to a short one,—except the being who preached it or read it aloud?

Anthony Trollope, from Phineas Redux

[the-frozen-pheonix]

The classic (ankle) from Sera 😄

First impressions matter A collection of meet cutes and meet uglys from yours truly. (add a “swap” to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

Ankle, sender twists their ankle and stumbles forward, coincidentally falling into receiver's arms.

Blazing red

A man admiring the scenery, caught off guard by blazing red-‘a meteor from above still flaming from entering the atmos? Mustang let loose and whipping past him silently? Early nightf-‘

Fast thoughts were cut short as a body hit his own. His balance tipped, and whoever had been hurtling downward, was now doing so alongside Freeze himself. A sudden intake of breathe and digging in of one heel saw a separation from falling flame, then a sudden embrace of it-as one knee hit ground with a sickening, fleshy slap to the ground, and the foot dug in stayed solid.

Harshly, his own fall was stopped. Gently, fires fall was brought to rest in strong and confident arms. Curly, blonde acted as a rising curtain to the holders features-for his eyes rose to inspect what he held. Glacial-blue hue of the blondes eyes met the sky-blue iris. The gaze stayed steady, then studied the features before him. Tanned flesh, crimson adorned and blue facing blue. A gentle gust as he exhaled slowly ended the moment of silence he’d taken in awe.

“I’ve never caught the sunset sky as it fell before.” He’d muse softly before another breathe in spurred him. “You’re safe… I’ve got you.” A warm tone and smile offered comfort. He knew not what she had injured, but would either continue to hold her, sit her on his kneeling knee, or assist her to stand depending on what the woman in his arms did.

He himself would stay kneeling for the time regardless, ignoring a pained knee of his own.

[notherpuppet]

Some drunk idiots discover some insecurity 🍷 🥂

[the-storyteller78]

I fully think Odysseus expects to never see Athena again after he turns down her offer. Yes, it’s clear she’s changed—the Athena he knew would never say something so sentimental—but he’s familiar with her nature. She won’t be back now that he has no use to her.

I also fully think that Athena would absolutely rock back down to Ithaca after a week of letting the family reunite (she’s taking this empathy thing seriously, guys) and just be chilling at the breakfast table in the morning. Just visiting. No biggie.

(This becomes a regular thing.)

[anthonochthonios]

I was going back back back through my old blog—@ur-anthonochthonic—scrolling beyond the Great Purge to find a post I made in 2013. I gave up, of course, around July 2017. Hand cramps.

A lot that was flagged as explicit is now unflagged, but a lot still puzzles me—men's swimsuits, a wire mesh on top of concrete, a red haute couture dress (on a woman,) abstract dots of dye on fabric, a building.

I get blocking the penises, which are generally more chaste than a quarter of what's on my dash now, but a lot of this is just good art. There were a lot of good blogs lost to the The Burn.

I am reblogging the old blog into a new blog, @anthonochthonic, in reverse order, deleting the old one, post by post, as I go. At the current pace of 17 queued posts a day, I should finish sometime in late 2025/early 2026.

When I advance beyond The Point of Madness (2018-12-16) should I

Reblog the hidden post as a comment on Yahoo's failings? {I will see the post)

Repost the original and @ the blogger (if they are still around) and see if it flies? (more work)

Delete the original without reposting or reblogging? (This will knock at least 2 month's off the effort.)

[hhhhunty]

How funny that she never considered that.

[jullbnt]

Zelink ballet!! More under the cut 💜

And last but not least...

Pick your favorite ;)

[bixels]

In the past, people in the Animal Crossing community would make fun of Tom Nook as a sleazy landlord. Since then, he's really rehabilitated his image as this 'heart of gold' businessman (he's the one who puts bells and furniture in trees for you to find! he adopted orphans! he donates to charity!), but New Horizons genuinely paints the most devious version of him.

He's successfully privatized settler colonialism: you pay HIM to move to a "deserted island" (which apparently the oceans in the AC world are just full of) and start a colony that he is directly invested in. At best he's running a weird vacation package scam (you arrive on the island with no money and in debt for "using his services"). At worst, he's using you to set up company towns. For god's sake, he literally has his own fake currency that he forces you to use to pay off your debt. But don't worry, he's repackaged it in a way that definitely doesn't sound like an MLM scam: the Nook Mileage Program!

You're no longer just his tenant or his temporary part-timer, you're his business lackey. The entire tutorial section of the game has you spending actual weeks running around completing tasks and doing hard labor to set up his colony. You're even tasked with preparing his properties and finding buyers for them. No, you aren't a tenant anymore. You work for the landlord. You are directly responsible for finding tenants for him. And he doesn't even fucking pay you. Not for setting up town hall and museum, or his nephew's shop –– which is the ONLY store on the entire island that sells necessities –– or bringing KK Slider to town, or helping populate his town. Not a single cent. No, actually, you have to pay HIM to BUY infrastructure like bridges and stairs and park benches. And all the while, he's telling you're the "resident representative"; you get to call the shots! That the reward is the community's progress. That what you're doing is in everyone's best interest (but most importantly, his).

Since NH's release, people have done a lot of legwork to say that Tom Nook isn't a capitalist while the game shows him at his very worst. He owns the only general store in town. You're forced to use a phone that he modified and branded as his own. Buy Nook-branded furniture and merchandise at the self-serve kiosk in the town hall, a governmental building! There's no conflict of interest here!

But hey, if you're tired of being the landlord/business mogul's goon, you can also find work as a deluxe resort home designer for a company that also pays you in their special company currency that can only be used to buy their products instead of a real salary! Because that's what the Animal Crossing franchise needs! More vacation homes!!!

[choconoru]

Hello LoZ fandom specifically Linked Universe *Drops this and runs*

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Not beating the allegations.

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[retiredteabag]

I believe Nanami has always been a gentleman.

Due to the climate that exists, it can be hard to assume the best of people, knowing this, its not impossible to understand that in your time being a classmate of the man, you had previously been led you to figure the opposite of Nanami Kento.

Of course, you simply could not avoid the blatant roll of eyes when Nanami would bend down to retrieve a fallen pencil for his female classmate. Or when he would place an intentional hand on firm objects to protect from the possibility of future harm. And it would be remiss to not add that you had seen the men in your shared classes sigh anytime Nanami would defend a predominantly feminist sentiment in classroom discussions.

By no fault of your own, you had started to believe the masses that would perpetuate the rumor of his “white knight" status.

This assumption that Nanami was simply trying to get into a girls pants. By being kind and gentle with them, and by being a patient, learned, listener.

This idea all came to a front one day while you were on the train ride home.

Overfilled and uncomfortable, you had never felt so unsafe on your commute home than you had in that moment.

Call it hyper vigilance, but you had the intuition to locate a problem before it occurred. And even before the man, now plastered to your side, had weaseled his way into your proximity, you could smell the poor intentions from a mile away.

Fear sprung through you as you felt his body press against your own, you had a million thoughts flood your brain.

Should you shout at him? Make a scene? Would he accuse you of overreacting? Or perhaps you should simply try to move… but where to? You felt so terribly trapped that you couldn’t withhold the gasp that left you at the sudden ripping loss of his unwanted touch.

A commanding voice, unafraid of accusation, rang through the train car.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

You recognized the tall blond man immediately. He was in your ethics and rhetoric classes, and was notorious for being a real gentleman.

The typical assumption was, that this was for his own personal gain.

And, of course, being nice and being kind are not the same. He, to your knowledge, was being nice, instead of the latter.

Back to the moment at hand though, Nanami’s grasp never faltered on the perpetrators wrist, in fact, your classmate seemed to tighten his fist.

“I said. What the hell. Do you think. You’re doing.”

Real anger resounded from his tone. And every negative emotion from the situation seemed to echo in your brain.

Time passed slowly, all too slowly, and yet, before you could really understand the situation, you had ushered yourself onto your platform after your transport had come to a stop. And somehow, your classmate was staring down at you, asking if you were alright.

“I’m fine.” You force out.

You shouldn’t have to feel grateful nothing worse happened, you shouldn’t feel glad you weren’t physically harmed.

“I’m sorry. This must have been awful…” Nanami runs a hand through his hair and in that moment, all of your vitriol forces itself onto him as he finishes, “May I walk you home?”

Fury at his character, at this act, at everything that had happened today boiled the words out of your mouth, “Oh, for heaven sake, I’m not going to fuck you.”

“W-what?”

To his credit, he looks properly appalled. Stepping a wide margin away from you.

“I’m-I’m sorry, no.” He stutters, clears his throat, “that’s not what I- of course not-“

And he looks genuine in his fear at the thought.

“Right.” You sigh, “Well, thanks for all that, but I need to get home.”

He seems to wage a war within himself, to offer to bring you home, or to leave this be.

After a moment of consideration, he decides on the latter of the options. Solely because he knows now that you must not think of him as a trustworthy or safe individual. And rather than angry at this thought, he is sad. Worried about your past, and determined to be a safe option for you.

“Please get home safe.” And later you will wonder how he remembered you when recalling how he spoke out your name before saying, “I really am sorry, about all of this.”

You had walked home that night jumpy and cold.

—

It wouldn’t take but a week for you to begin questioning his intentions again after you watch your classmate deliver bagged lunches for the homeless outside of campus when he thought nobody was around.

When you had witnessed his genuine argument with another “one of the bros” after disagreeing with them in class.

And when you saw him offer to tutor any and all classmates that felt they might need a little help.

And while you were analyzing his motives, he started to develop his understanding of where you were coming from- eventually deciding that his goal would be to prove to you that he never had any ill will, and instead, cares for you as a human. Not for what you could offer him.

You don’t know yet, but he always has been a gentleman.

[stone-stars]

she revived the rats. do you understand? you have to, just... her party got strong off of stepping on the little guy. and lucy went back and said no, and brought them back. rats! no one cares about rats. her party members have a joke about how many rats they've killed. lucy went back and healed them.

[cynderrfall]

Linked Universe Anime Opening

[mydream-synopsis]

[ydotome]

Ren Kaji (梶 蓮) - Wind Breaker - Episode 12