#lost-at-534

[lost-at-534]

MOONMAN

He's my favourite of the three I am NOT gonna lie.

I love how oh so sparkly he is

Once again, my designs for my Siren AU "Starlight Aubade"

[naffeclipse]

Hey Naff Michael and Vanessa are gonna be ok in chapter 11 right? Naff?

[cvnntagious]

𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐭

☆ a pornstar!chris sturniolo blurb...

chris had been at this for just about an hour, relentless thrusts that brought you to the edge over an over as you remained bent over his center console, chest to the heated leather as you held onto it for dear life. it was already so sweaty and sticky, yet chris showed no signs of letting up any time soon. he'd flip you over to work his tongue into your dripping entrance when he felt you shaking on him, drinking up the mixture of your guys' release to give you a (truthfully unhelpful) break before pushing himself into you again.

you weren't exactly sure why he was acting like this, or if it really even had anything to do with you, but you knew now a weeks break from each other was just too much for him to handle. he needed some sort of actual release, not just his hand. with you having been out of town, all while being his only hookup right now, he wasn't able to get that. if the videos he'd sent you while you were so far away, giving you one of those personalized ones hundreds of girls have bought from his onlyfans for free—he even went so far as to whimper your name for you.

now you were paying the fees. chris' mouth finally gave your cunt a break, head lifting so he could take in your fucked-out expression with a drunken stare. he wasn't satisfied, sitting back in the seat of his car, his head whipping from side to side like he was searching for something. your head lifted from its position beside his gearshift, panting a bit as you watched him curiously.

finally, he found it, snatching his phone up from the seat beside him in the dark car. he looked back at you, a mischevious grin as he pulled up the camera app. "i- i thought you said no filming tonight?" you asked, your voice raspy with the dryness from using it for such a prolonged period of time.

"m'not," he replied simply as a hand reached out to grab the inside of your thigh, pushing your legs apart to reveal your abused pussy to him.

with a flash, he took a picture, then turning his screen to face you with an amused grin. your face flushed, seeing the image of your clit puffy and red, clearly agitated from all the overstimulation. "chri-"

he shushed you, quickly turning off his phone and throwing it to the seat beside him once again. "that's a good pic for twitter, huh?" chris asked rhetorically, his grin turning devious as he leaned into you the way he'd been before.

again, you opened your mouth to reply, but this time you were cut off by his thumb pressing against your sensitive bundle. a high-pitched squeal left your mouth, and your legs reflexively closed around his hand. you lost the breath you'd only just caught, chris' other hand moving to pry your legs back open. he wasn't deterred though, thumb wet with your juices as he began rubbing tight circles.

"mm-mm," he shook his head in disapproval, hardly struggling to reveal you to him once more, "gonna have t'tap out, love."

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"she say i drive her crazy, i say just keep on your seatbelt / bend it over bust it open for me" -lil wayne

w/c : 534 taglist : @m4ttsmunch, @mattsnumberonehoe, @k4yd1, @bxtchboy69, @st4rcs, @x0x0bunny, @chrissexygf

-love, your grandma cvnty ☆!

[lost-at-534]

TEEHEE THE BABIES

Me forgetting to post drawing I finished a couple days ago? Psshh… no

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Had this dumb little idea a couple months ago, and even started the layout of it around that time, but kept on getting distracted/had a bit of an art block till now pfft. Anyways, all Lunar aus on upper panel belong to @lost-at-534! All the au menaces, Critical, belong to me ehehehe >:)

Oh, and bottom drawing is a ref of Cryptid Critical’s twin, Quasar!

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[m-musings]

Headcanons: Fallout Characters Love Language

A/N: let's gooooo y'all, I actually had motivation to write more than one thing this week, M is on a roll 🥳🥳🥳

Word Count: 534 Warnings/Other Notes: none!

Cooper "The Ghoul" Howard:

When it comes to our favorite gunslinger, his love language is different depending on when you meet him.

If you met Cooper before the bombs were dropped, his love language was physical touch.

He would always have an arm slung around your shoulder or a gentle hand slipped into yours as he walked around the movie lot during a break from filming.

But if you meet him afterwards, his love language has changed into words of affirmation.

Even though his time in the Wasteland has made him more wary of what people say, he can somehow tell when people are being truthful or not.

So whenever you tell him you trust, love and respect him, he grins gently, knowing you're being honest with him.

Lucy Maclean:

Lucy's love language is acts of service.

She would do almost anything to make sure the people she cares about are safe and happy.

I mean, c'mon, she traveled all across a blazing hot hellscape to look for her father and try to bring him home safely, she would do the same for anyone she was close to.

If you're in need of anything, Lucy will not only be glad to do it for you, she would volunteer near immediately to be of assistance.

She just enjoys helping, it makes her happy to see other peoples joy, even if she doesn't end up getting anything in return.

She would move heaven and earth if it meant that you would be even a little less stressed or tired at the end of the day.

Knight Maximus:

Maximus's love language is quality time!

He didn't necessarily get one on one time with anyone after Shady Sands was destroyed, so he longs for someone to focus on him and vice versa.

He would enjoy spending time with the few people he's close to as being in the BoS instilled a strong sense of community in him, even if it wasn't grown always in the kindest way.

Maximus knows how short life can be in the Wasteland, so when he's got someone he cares about, he's intent on being with them as much as possible before either of their time is up.

When you have any time to get some relaxation in, he is right there beside you, perfectly satisfied with simply being in your presence.

If you'd let him, he'd spend every waking moment spending time with you and making you feel loved.

Norm Maclean:

Norm's love language is most definitely physical touch.

He's a grump around most other people but when it comes to you, he adores every bit of attention he receives.

While he isn't one for a lot of PDA, he will not complain if you hold his hand or cling to him for a while when around the other dwellers.

When his dad and Lucy are gone, he seeks you out for comfort, holding you in his arms while he tells you his worries.

Norm can become lost in his own thoughts at times, so having your touch is something very soothing and grounding for him.

At the end of the day, behind all of the snark and sass lies a very sweet and very cuddly man who cares very much for you.

[unwantedtomost]

so guilty — miguel o'hara

dbf!miguel x fem!reader

word count: 534

summary: sometimes the guilt got to you when hooking up with your dad's best friend, but god it was a good fuck. pt i, pt ii

warnings: angst, unprotected sex, biting, daddy kink

a/n: i'm clearly going through something lmao. i feel like i want to make this a series.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him. About his lips on your skin. The warmth of his body pressed against yours. It was so wrong. You knew better than to do this, than to sleep with your father’s friend, you just didn’t have the strength to stop.

Miguel O’hara took over every part of your mind.

That’s why you ended up pressed up against a bathroom wall or bent over a kitchen counter. You needed him. You felt in your bones. A deep carnal craving that you couldn’t explain or barely even process. It was an awful cycle you had trapped yourself in. It was simple, you were doomed.

Sometimes you forgot about the guilt, sometimes things felt simple. It was nice. But there was some voice deep inside you, hidden behind every layer of your psyche, that liked the guilt, that craved it.

The demonic voice crept in your mind as Miguel gripped your jaw and made you open your mouth. Dirty. You hungrily stuck out your tongue and he spat. Disgusting. You quickly swallowed, smiling in satisfaction. Whore.

“You want me to fuck you?” Miguel practically growled.

You nodded. 

“Use your words. Tell me how bad you want. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you, baby.”

“Please, Miggy,” you whined. “I need you! Please, baby. I need you.”

“Fuck,” he said in a breathy moan. The cold persona cracked and for a second, you really got to see him. That quickly went away as he slipped inside you. 

You practically cried at the feeling of him stretching you out. It was easy to get lost as he drilled into you. You started to jerk your hips back and forth in tandem with him. He started kissing your neck, leaving bruises that would make your stomach tie into knots in the morning. It was so wrong. So dirty.

His hand slid up the back of your neck and grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling you back to look at him. He didn’t say anything as he thrusted into you. He always was a sucker for eye contact.

His thrusts slowed but the intensity behind each one increased. Each time his hips snapped into yours he got deeper. Your face contorted, choked moans escaping your throat.

“Close, honey? Gonna cum all over your daddy’s big fucking cock.”

“So close!” Something inside of you took over, your brain fuzzy, not being able to stop the words that came out of your mouth. “Tell me you love me.”

He was already too lost to get startled. He didn’t miss a beat.

“I fucking love you, baby. Love you so fucking .. much.”

He dragged his hips against yours, his cock perfectly hitting the deepest parts inside of you. With a few hard, sloppy thrusts and panting breaths, you both reached your highs. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulder and his teeth bit down on yours.

Your brain stayed fuzzy as his thrusts slowed to a stop. As his weight lifted off of you, you only felt heavier. Your chest burned. The little voice rang in your ears and you hated what it said. 

You like it like this. 

It wasn’t wrong. 

[bbyquokka]

In nature of our reader doing hanjis nails and makeup - What if they're is a hairstylist trying out a new look. Which ends up with them tugging on his hair slightly. But our hannie loves having his hair touched a bit too much...👀 Our mans knows what he wants and how to get it

Please feed my delulu nemu BECAUSE BLUESUNG IS BACK 😫

do it again

SUGGESTIVE THEME BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warning: gn reader, established relationship, idol au, hair pulling, grinding, suggestive content, pet names. words: 0.5k ~ (534)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

it's comeback season and with comeback season, comes a new hair style and colour. luckily for jisung, you have some experience in dying and styling hair.

sat on a wooden seat thats for the dining table, you mix up the hair dye in a plastic black bowl with a brush. jisung dressing in black Nike sweats and a white vest with a hand towel around his shoulders.

he watches you mix the concoction wondering what colour you have picked out for him.

“ready baby? i think this colour is going to be perfect for you!” you say excitedly.

“wish you would just tell me yn.” jisung whines.

“ah ah ah, it's a surprise! trust me, you will love it darling.” you grab a comb and start combing out any knots in his hair. jisung pouts and huffs softly to which you giggle at.

“be patient, my love.” you laugh as you section out his hair. luckily for you, doing jisung's hair isn't that much of a hassle. he already got a decent amount of length chopped off (much to your displeasure), so dying it won't take long.

you grab the bowl, applying the dye to his hair. silence fills the kitchen, but it's a comfortable silence. jisung browses his phone, texts the members allowing you to do your thing whilst you concentrate on getting an even coverage on his head.

you finish applying the dye and wait for half an hour. once the time is up, you wash it out, blow drying and styling it for him.

“now can i see?!” jisung whines. you laugh softly and nod, handing him a mirror.

“tada!” you cheer. jisung's eyes widen a little as he checks out the new blue hair colour. he runs his fingers through his soft and fluffy hair. “what do you think?”

“fuck babe, i love it! how did you get it to be so soft as well?” jisung asks as he puts the mirror down.

“well–” you run your fingers through his hair slowly, “i used that expensive hair mask that hyunjin bought you.”

jisung hums as you continue running your fingers though his hair. your fingers suddenly get caught in a knot, tugging at his scalp.

“oh! sor–” you stop yourself from talking due to the sudden moan jisung let's out. you look down at him, smirking as he looks up at you and blushes.

you straddle his lap suddenly, jisung swallowing and whimpering. he places his hands on your waist as you run your fingers to the back of his head.

grabbing a fistful of his hair, you pull harshly causing jisung to moan loudly and buck his hips upwards into you. you lick your lips as he starts to slowly pant, clearly getting lost in the high as pleasure courses through his veins.

“oh pretty boy, do you like it when i pull your hair?”

“fuck.. yes.. more please.” he begs. you comply, tugging his hair again and listen to his sweet sweet moans and groans. he buries his head in the crook of your neck, hands gripping your hips and moving them back and forth to encourage you to grind on his hard length.

“do it again. please.”

note: nemu.exe has officially stopped working. i be feeding both of our delulu thots bestie because sAME. this man istg will officially be the death of me 😃😃😃

tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @myprwttyhan ; @fairylouist ; @septicrebel ; @bbujiikseu ; @cixrosie ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer

[randonauticrap]

Love

Pairing ~ Chevalier Michel x F!Reader (Chevalier POV)

Word Count ~ 534

Author's Note ~ Happy birthday to my dear friend @aquagirl1978 !

Love. For someone like me, it was a pointless emotion; something royals should not - could not - possess or indulge in. Love toppled kingdoms and ripped apart the very fabric of what a monarchy existed to do: keep its country safe and prosperous. Difficult decisions had to be made in order to achieve this ideal, and love was far too flimsy a notion to entertain in the face of edicts resulting in death. So why, then, was she so important to me? Why did it matter where she was at any given hour of the day? Why did it matter what books she read, or how often she took glances at my foolish brother? Why did it matter that she came to see me in my private library? Why did it matter when she stood by my decisions? They were obviously the best decisions in the room, of course anyone with half a mind inclined to reason would listen. But for some reason, I felt a puff of air in my chest when she agreed without hesitation. Perhaps it is because she would never do so out of fear or subjugation. When she felt differently, she would fight me on it, and despite myself, I would smile when she did. 

Love. It was something I didn’t believe in. I didn’t believe in it, nor did I understand it. It was a mystery veiled within the yellowed pages of my dearest novels, flipped through once, twice, thrice before I would set it down in frustration, only to pick it back up again within the hour. It was something that held no purpose for me, no semblance of necessity to validate its existence. And yet, it did exist. My older brother was proof. The endless recounted tales of ardor in the scrolls that littered my library were proof. This vexing woman that captivated my every minute morsel of attention was proof; far more proof than I had ever bargained for, and something I didn’t expect. It appeared right before my eyes in the tender visage of a woman that by all rights I should disregard without a second glance. So why didn’t I? Why didn’t I leave her behind? 

Love. It was something I had no choice but to succumb to. Before she could even prove its value, it had me in its clutches; having stalked me from the shadows more expertly than any trained assassin, taking its chance to pounce upon me and claim me for its own in the form of tender smiles, light touches, and her presence in every room. Where before there was only ice, only solitude, only duty, she supplemented warmth, companionship, and meaning. My heart began to beat for the first time since I very first opened my eyes, and it beat solely for her. My vocabulary for love was wide, but the language itself had evaded me for so long that my proclamations were often lost in translation. But she understood me anyway. She remained by my side despite any justification she could give for abandoning me, a mere beast in the guise of a lover.

Love. It was you. And because it was you, it is now also me.

~

[nrilliree]

It's forever funny to me that the Greens claim Aegon had the "strongest bond" with Sunfyre.

The text says otherwise

"King Aegon had leapt from the saddle when the dragons were still twenty feet from the ground, shattering both legs. Lady Baela stayed with Moondancer all the way down." -Fire and Blood, page 544.

Okay, abandoned his dragon to face the music, while a Thirteen year old girl stayed with her baby dragon as they crashed.

Add, as contrast

"A body believed to be Rhaenys Targaryen was later found beside the carcass of her dragon" - Fire and Blood, page 435.

And then

"One of them, the boy Ben Blackwood, carried with him the broken body of Ser Addam Velaryon, found dead beside his dragon." - Fire and Blood, page 534

And, to take the cake, the contrast between Aegon and Rhaenyra when their dragons died.

"The loss of both her dragon and her son left Rhaenyra ashen and inconsolable" - Fire and Blood, page 523.

And,

"She must have another dragon, or all was lost." - Fire and Blood, page 539

Vs Aegon

"His Grace wept, and gave the orders that his cousin Lady Baela be brought up from the dungeon and put to death." - Fire and Blood, page 551.

And,

"Not Silverwing." His Grace declared. "I will have a new Sunfyre, prouder and fiercer than the last." Fire and Blood, page 557.

Aegon sounds more like he's sad he lost a dragon, not about Sunfyre himself. He wants a new upgrade a few weeks later.

Others were broken by the loss or died beside their dragons.

Sunfyre was immensely loyal to Aegon, but Aegon didn't care about him half as much.

Sunfyre deserved better.

Thank you for listening to my rant. Citations provided in case anyone wants to disagree about the text.

Exactly. I agree that Sunfyre was an incredibly loyal dragon who clearly loved his master, but unfortunately had the misfortune to end up with someone like Aegon who simply didn't appreciate or deserve Sunfyre.

[vodika-vibes]

Would love to see some Alpha with Peridot in the winter please!

Trapped

Summary: A surprise winter storm leaves Alpha-17 trapped in a cabin with his girlfriend. Luckily, there are worse ways to spend his time.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Word Count: 534

Prompts: Peridot - Strong Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Sorry that this is so short, Alpha did not want to get written today.

“Well, the good news is that there’s enough firewood to keep us warm until the storm is over,” Alpha says over his shoulder as he kneels in front of the fireplace after making sure that it’s properly lit.

And making sure that the smoke is going to go out the chimney like it's supposed to. 

“And, even better news, it looks like we’re going to be able to cook in the fireplace too.” Alpha continues as he straightens and turns to look at the woman sitting on the couch, bundled up in blankets.

She smiles at him weakly, “Well, that’s something, at least.”

Alpha crosses the room to her and carefully adjusts the blankets so that they’re wrapped tighter around her, “How are you feeling, cyar’ika?”

“Better. I can feel my toes again, at least.”

The storm had come out of nowhere. One moment it was a clear day, cold sure, but clear. And then next thing it was snowing hard enough that Alpha wasn’t able to see his hand in front of his face. 

Worse, he lost her in the snow. It took him nearly forty minutes to track her down, and another hour to find this cabin. 

Still, there are worse things in the world than being trapped in a cozy cabin with his cyare. He reaches in and bushes some of her hair off of her face, before he cups her cheek. A small smile crosses his face as she leans into his touch.

Of all of the things in this galaxy Alpha expected for his life, his cyare wasn’t on any list. Love wasn’t supposed to be in the cards for him, or any of his brothers.

He had never been so glad to be wrong in his life.

“Alpha?” Her voice is soft, and his gaze drifts to her face as she presses a kiss against the palm of his hand, “You’re staring.”

“You’re beautiful.” Slowly Alpha sinks to a knee in front of her, “There are definitely worse ways to spend a blizzard.”

She giggles and Alpha’s heart swells with adoration.

He’s not a kind man. No one would ever claim that, certainly not him. But she makes him want to be kind. She pushes him to be a better man.

Isn’t that what love it, though?

Alpha leans in and catches her lips in a gentle kiss. She’s still cool to the touch, but that’s okay, he’s more than willing to help her warm up. Her hands, warmed from being under the blanket, lightly trail across his cheeks, before sliding into his hair.

She clings to him, as though afraid that he might vanish on her if she loosens her hold even a bit.

So Alpha moves to sit on the couch next to her, without pulling his lips away from hers for a moment. He pulls her onto his lap, blanket and all, and pulls her as close as the blankets will allow him.

“I love you,” She whispers against his lips.

Alpha doesn’t respond verbally, the words are still just a bit too hard for him to say, but he does kiss her deeply. She knows how he feels, even if the words never come.

[lost-at-534]

Last but not Least, Siren number Three

✨Eclipse✨

Arguably the prettiest of boys

(my favourite is still the Moonman though.)

Y'all really liked the Moonman🫵😳🫶

[naffeclipse]

(once AP is done) how would you feel about someone printing and binding a copy for themselves? I really wanna grab it and hold it in my hands (if you are ok with that!)

The urge to make a cover is also very strong.

(and I'm still dying over the latest chapter)

I'm okay with people bookbinding my fics! Just so long as it's for personal use only.

I really want to try my hand at bookbinding so I'm hoping to give it a go with Apex Polarity! My darling friend gave me a bookbinding kit for Christmas and I'm dying to try it out.

[13eyond13]

How many of these "Top 100 Books to Read" have you read?

(633) 1984 - George Orwell

(616) The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald

(613) The Catcher In The Rye - J.D. Salinger

(573) Crime And Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky

(550) Catch-22 - Joseph Heller

(549) The Adventures Of Tom And Huck - Series - Mark Twain

(538) Moby-Dick - Herman Melville

(534) One Hundred Years Of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez

(527) To Kill A Mockingbird - Harper Lee

(521) The Grapes Of Wrath - John Steinbeck

(521) Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov

(492) Pride And Prejudice - Jane Austen

(489) The Lord Of The Rings - Series - J.R.R. Tolkien

(488) Brave New World - Aldous Huxley

(480) Ulysses - James Joyce

(471) Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte

(459) Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte

(398) The Brothers Karamazov - Fyodor Dostoyevsky

(396) Great Expectations - Charles Dickens

(395) To The Lighthouse - Virginia Woolf

(382) War And Peace - Leo Tolstoy

(382) The Sun Also Rises - Ernest Hemingway

(380) The Sound And The Fury - William Faulkner

(378) Alice's Adventures In Wonderland - Series - Lewis Carroll

(359) Frankenstein - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

(353) Heart Of Darkness - Joseph Conrad

(352) Middlemarch - George Eliot

(348) Animal Farm - George Orwell

(346) Don Quixote - Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

(334) Slaughterhouse-Five - Kurt Vonnegut

(325) Les Misérables - Victor Hugo

(320) Harry Potter - Series - J.K. Rowling

(320) The Chronicles Of Narnia - Series - C.S. Lewis

(317) Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy

(308) Lord Of The Flies - William Golding

(306) Invisible Man - Ralph Ellison

(289) The Golden Bowl - Henry James

(276) Pale Fire - Vladimir Nabokov

(266) Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell

(260) The Count Of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas

(255) The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy - Series - Douglas Adams

(252) The Life And Opinions Of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman - Laurence Sterne

(244) Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert

(237) Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackery

(235) The Trial - Franz Kafka

(233) Absalom, Absalom! - William Faulkner

(232) The Call Of The Wild - Jack London

(232) Emma - Jane Austen

(229) Beloved - Toni Morrison

(228) Little Women - Louisa May Alcott

(224) A Passage To India - E.M. Forster

(215) Dune - Frank Herbert

(215) A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man - James Joyce

(212) The Stranger - Albert Camus

(209) One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest - Ken Kesey

(209) The Idiot - Fyodor Dostoyevsky

(206) Dracula - Bram Stoker

(205) The Picture Of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde

(197) A Confederacy Of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole

(193) Mrs. Dalloway - Virginia Woolf

(193) The Age Of Innocence - Edith Wharton

(193) The History Of Tom Jones, A Foundling - Henry Fielding

(192) Under The Volcano - Malcolm Lowry

(190) The Odyssey - Homer

(189) Gulliver's Travels - Jonathan Swift

(188) In Search Of Lost Time - Marcel Proust

(186) Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie

(185) An American Tragedy - Theodore Dreiser

(182) The Book Thief - Markus Zusak

(180) Siddhartha - Hermann Hesse

(179) The Magic Mountain - Thomas Mann

(178) Things Fall Apart - Chinua Achebe

(178) Tropic Of Cancer - Henry Miller

(176) The Outsiders - S.E. Hinton

(176) On The Road - Jack Kerouac

(175) The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupery

(173) The Giver - Lois Lowry

(172) Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh

(172) A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess

(171) Charlotte's Web - E.B. White

(171) The Ambassadors - Henry James

(170) Infinite Jest - David Foster Wallace

(167) The Complete Stories And Poems - Edgar Allen Poe

(166) Ender's Saga - Series - Orson Scott Card

(165) In Cold Blood - Truman Capote

(164) The Wings Of The Dove - Henry James

(163) The Adventures Of Augie March - Saul Bellow

(162) As I Lay Dying - William Faulkner

(161) The Hunger Games - Series - Suzanne Collins

(158) Anne Of Greene Gables - L.M. Montgomery

(157) Atlas Shrugged - Ayn Rand

(157) Neuromancer - William Gibson

(156) The Help - Kathryn Stockett

(156) A Song Of Ice And Fire - George R.R. Martin

(155) The Good Soldier - Ford Madox Ford

(154) The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown

(153) I, Claudius - Robert Graves

(152) Wide Sargasso Sea - Jean Rhys

(151) The Portrait Of A Lady - Henry James

(150) The Death Of The Heart - Elizabeth Bowen

[anneapocalypse]

AO3 Year End Roundup 2024

Thank you for the tag, @crackinglamb!

Tagging: @farfromdaylight @dreadfutures @rosella-writes @myreia and anyone else who hasn't been tagged yet and wants to do this!

Words posted: 15,777

Additional Words Written: A little over 100k by the looks of it! I had at least a little of what I posted this year written in 2023, so I don't have an exact number.

Grand total of words: 121,950

Fandoms: It's been an FFXIV year! I posted my first XIV fic in February and my most recent one this month.

Works: 5

Highest Kudos: At present, it's the one from February, In Thine Arms, Ere Long, with 55.

Highest Hit Oneshot: Same as the above, with 534.

New Things I Tried: I don't think I've written phone sex before? Honestly, it's all been pretty thoroughly in my wheelhouse.

Fic I Spent the Most Time On: Without a doubt, Harsh Light, Ariane's post-Heavensward fic. I have hope of having it and its companion fic, Gentle Dark, finished and posted in 2025!

Fic I Spent the Least Time On: I'd guess Of the Depths was probably the fastest write.

Favorite Thing I Wrote: Of the ones I've posted, I think The Pursuit of Idle Pleasures is my favorite. The Starlight fic was fun too! but I just so dearly love writing Urianger's POV. Of the unposted work there is much of Harsh Light and Gentle Dark that I am proud of and excited to share, though there's a lot of work yet to do.

Favorite Thing I Read: @myreia's Divergence of the Heart (Aymeric/WoL, Thancred/WoL, Thancred/Hilda, 53K, rated E) was a really standout read for me this year. A beautifully-written fic about two of my favorite things--complicated relationships, and the Warrior of Light having a bad time in Ishgard--this story moved me in a variety of ways and has lingered with me long after I finished reading! Highly recommend.

Something I Finished: I finished five one-shots! Also a first draft of a nearly 60k longfic.

Miscellaneous Highlights: I'll give a highlight to my Starlight fic, No Sweeter Gift, started last winter and left unfinished until I returned to it this month. I'm not sorry I let it sit for a year; I think I have a much stronger grasp of both Ariane's voice and Urianger's now, and was able to make it what I wanted it to be! (Also, I've learned a lot about gpose, and it was a lot of fun doing some shots to go along with the fic.)

Writing Goals for 2025: Finish and post Harsh Light and Gentle Dark. Beyond that, I got where the wind takes me. When I set goals for a whole year, they almost always end up either not realistic or not mattering to me by the end of the year because something else seized my attention, so I'm just not going to worry about it.

Final Thoughts: I considered 2023 to be kind of a rough year for writing, and I feel like I came back pretty strong in 2024. Not just in raw word count, though that's definitely a part of it (I wrote about 40k in 2023). While I am sorry last year lost me so much momentum on the Dragon Age longfic that's currently sitting on the shelf, I cannot be sorry for having fallen so hard into FFXIV, because it truly did so much to revive my energy for writing and help me find the joy in it again.

Also, it's been fun writing so much smutfic again! In recent years I've kind of struggled with writing sex scenes, not for any conscious reason or inhibition, but I'd just start something and then get bored with it quickly and move onto something else. Perhaps falling so deep into a new ship has revived my inspiration! Whatever the reason, that's been most of what I've posted this year, and it's been a blast!

I am really looking forward to sharing more of Ariane's story as it comes together! There's also a lesson I'm hoping to take from how much fun I had writing this year, and that's that not everything has to be a longfic. I did make a lot of longfic progress this year; it's the vast majority of what I wrote, and I'm very happy with the numbers. Nonetheless, I think periodically writing a one-shot has really helped with keeping my energy up. I think I've had a bit of a problem in recent years with putting too much pressure on myself to turn every idea into a Big Story, and squirreling ideas away to use in some theoretically longfic later instead of just developing them into a perfectly workable short story today.

I do love writing longfic, and I'm pretty good at motivating myself through those long first drafts, but nonetheless... sometimes you just forget what it feels like to finish something. Also when a fic can take months or even years to finish, it keeps me living with this perpetual terror that I won't be able to sustain the interest long enough to finish the thing before my fixation moves on to something else... and leaves me feeling guilty and sad when that does happen and a big project needs to go on the shelf, unfinished and largely unseen. I love writing, and I love writing fanfiction because there's no reason to do it but love, love of the source material and love of the characters and love of the community and love of writing itself. But there are moments when that feeling starts to creep in that I'm making it a job for myself, and I don't want to do that.

It's caused me to give some more thought to how I want to structure future work, Ariane's stories in particular, because while there's lots more I want to write about her, not all of it needs to be a longfic. Most probably doesn't, in fact. Harsh Light did and does, but I already knew that the next thing (chronologically) was going to be more a series of vignettes than one long story. The big question will be how I want to write about Shadowbringers. I know broadly what I want to write about in Shadowbringers, and it's such an important part of Ariane's story that for a long time I felt like it had to be a longfic... but seeing as it pretty closely follows canon other than the ship stuff, I don't think making it a longfic would bring enough new to the table to justify how much canon I would have to straight-up rehash. (Even in the current draft of Harsh Light, there are a few points where I'm struggling with this--I think I probably need to give myself permission to pare certain canon events down to a summary or a passing mention where I don't actually have much new to say about them.) So now, I'm considering that maybe it doesn't need to be a longfic at all! Maybe simply writing the vital moments and letting the reader's memory of canon events carry the rest is enough. Furthermore, I'm pretty sure anything I want to write about Endwalker and Dawntrail can be done in one-shots.

And realizing that... honestly, it's very freeing. In addition to lifting a lot of the pressure I tend to put on myself, it also means I don't need to write everything in order; I don't need to be constantly plowing forward chronologically with no breaks. If I want to work on some Shadowbringers fic while I'm finishing Gentle Dark I can do that. I don't have to look at my character's story as a massive, daunting project that will take years to finish, but rather as a well of possibility that I can dip into whenever I want, and wherever chronologically I want, and I can leave and work on other things and come back whenever I want, and it's okay.

2024 in general was a lot about freeing myself from other people's expectations. So maybe the next step is considering the expectations I set for myself. I want to keep writing, and fanfiction in particular, a joy. I may always want to write long stories in some capacity, but I think right now opening myself to writing more short ones has been very good for me and something to embrace in the coming year.

[lost-at-534]

MY BABIES!!!!

AND ASTRAL

DESIGN SPOTTED

And OFC the one and only menace to all sane people Critical <3

No thoughts, head empty.

Getting closer to sharing my dca boys 👀 Can you tell I’m excited? 💀 Anywhos, decided to share some gift art I made for friend and fan art for someone else! All of these characters don’t belong to me! First three are for my good ol pal @lost-at-534, while the animatronic belongs to someone on Insta (unsure if she has a tumblr). The big menace in the short comic strip is mine however ehehehehehe >:)) May or may not be the one dca oc I’ve been really wanting to share 👀 Sneak peak? >:))

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[all-about-kyu]

Summary: Eric knew better than to continue watching you and Sunwoo… but he can’t seem to look away. Pairing: Sunwoo x fem!reader x Eric Tropes: idol au, established relationship au, poly au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, Smut Warnings: recording sex, costumes, unprotected sex, rough sex, voyeurism, breast play, mxm involvement, handjob Word Count: 534 Note: for the Tarot Card Drabble Event Requested by: @drunk-on-hwa​ Special Tags: @sanjoongie​ (suffer with me 🫶🏼)

Page of Swords ➾ curious, voyeur, webcams, spying, recording, costumes, role play, same-sex relations, exhibitionism

You glance over at Sunwoo’s phone propped up on the small bedside table. You look absolutely debauched when you look at yourself on the screen. You guess you deserve it for deciding to wear a skimpy little nurse’s costume for the Halloween party. You figured you might be safe to wear it since it’s in your boyfriends’ dorm, but here you are, missing the party and getting railed instead. You toss your head forward into the blankets, your bright red lipstick getting even more smudged as you do so.

Sunwoo thrusts into you harder, causing you to nearly scream into the comforter. He takes a handful of your hair and pulls it so your face is showing to the camera again. You’re about to let out a long string of pleas to ask to cum, but his hips are suddenly still. You try to wiggle your hips to get some pleasure again as your orgasm fades away.

“We have a guest, baby.” Sunwoo muses, “You plan on palming yourself out there until you cum, Eric?”

The door pushes open fully from its previously ajar state. Your other boyfriend steps inside, slightly shy. You take it upon yourself to pull forward and thrust yourself back onto Sunwoo’s cock. He chuckles but doesn’t stop you. You get so lost in the moment that you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel Eric’s cold fingers pull you up to rest on your elbows. Then tugging at the flimsy buttons of the top of your dress. He toys with your breasts for a bit, rolling your nipples between his fingers as he massages the soft mounds. You feel your orgasm building again, and you turn your face to try to capture Eric in a kiss.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Sunwoo tsks, “Come here, Eric.”

Eric listens and abandons your chest to stand beside Sunwoo. You watch on Sunwoo’s phone as he takes Eric’s chin in his hand and pulls him into a heated kiss. You know they’re about to get lost in it all, so you make sure you’re fucking yourself as roughly as you can on Sunwoo’s cock. You continue to watch the phone as Eric’s hips jerk against nothing, a silent beg to be touched. Though you can’t see it well, you know Sunwoo smirks against your other boyfriend’s lips before slipping his hand into the pants of his costume.

“Damn, you two really can’t take care of yourselves, can you?”

“N-no,” you moan wanting nothing more than to cum right now.

“I didn’t get an answer out of you, Eric.” he teases between kisses.

Eric doesn’t respond. He bucks his hips into Sunwoo’s hand a few more times before he stutters to a stop. A whine escapes his lips, and it’s immediately swallowed by Sunwoo’s kiss. You turn your head to properly look at them and see how when they pull apart, there’s a small string of saliva connecting them still. You let out a small noise that captures both of their attention. Another smirk grows on his face before moving his hips again to meet your thrusts.

“Go on, baby, cum. We have to take care of Eric forgetting to ask before cumming.”

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