#magnum drabble

[sexbot300]

daily texts with naoya, kenjaku, and mahito! ♡

contents: 18+, mdni. every day texts with the sweetest boys ♡ naoya, kenjaku, and mahito included.

cw: fluff, cumplay, bukkake, squirting

a/n: just have sm love 4 them. not at all satire.

[junkissed]

some quick updates !

first, i just turned in my last final so i'm officially on winter break woo!!!!! :D i have been DYING to start writing again and now that my responsibilities are out of the way i finally can :)) i can't make any promises how often i'll post because life is still busy in other ways, but i have more down time rn and i'm so excited to get back into writing <3

secondly!! if you've been following me for a while you'll know that i'm in a collab with my dear friend mars @onlymingyus called the king's gambit, and after a long break we've finally started working on it again!! it's by far my longest fic and i am so so excited to finish this collab that's been almost 2 years in the making. we are planning on making a new masterlist and taglist soon so please keep an eye out for that, and feel free to send asks if there's more you want to know! there is no release date yet as we're not finished writing but we appreciate your patience so much and i promise we are going to get it out soon!!

my wips (including tkg) are updated here :)

[gabbi-gabz-a-lot]

Final Chapter!!

At last. She is finito! Done-ion rings! Signed sealed and delivered!!

I have written 10,000 words for this niche ship that has lived in a special place in my heart since i was a tween. And there's gonna be more in the future, but for now I'm gonna rest on my laurels that i saw this through to the end.

[septic-dr-schneep]

@whumpril Day 19: "I need you."

“C-Captain Magnum? Can you hear me? It’s Eric. I-I came as soon as I could. Dr. Iplier says you were in a…s-shipwreck.” Forcing the word out left a bitter coating on Eric’s tongue, the same bitterness he’d tasted when he was the one in the hospital bed, the nurse’s face filled with pity as she explained the bus crash. But this wasn’t about him.

Captain Magnum was always larger than life, with his booming voice and weathered grin and slaps on the back (and Eric was so small, it was a wonder Magnum wasted any time on him.) He wasn’t supposed to be so pale and still…so lifeless.

“I’m here to ask you to wake up,” Eric whispered, dipping his fingers under his glasses to wipe his eyes. “P-Please? Because it…it’s really scary seeing you like this. I’m—I can’t—please, just…I need you to wake up. I need you.”

[trashbinbackyard]

Songs for immortals

Lucien - Used to the darkness

Maya - Carrion comfort

Viessa - The space between

Dimos - Firelights

Nemeli - My body is not mine

Temüülen - The rider

Sääksi - Lanternlight

[itsjustdg]

So a (not on Tumblr) fandom friend and I may have written every single one of these for @vix-has-arrived's birthday at the end of August. 😎

Finally getting around to posting tonight, so I thought I'd leave the link here in case anyone is interested: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3711139

Lots of short, whumpy and angsty goodness (with some comfort thrown in but don't really count on much lol)

Here's the full linked list with fandoms included:

Leverage: "I know you're hurt."

Almost Paradise: "You're burning up."

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries: "Just breathe."

The Brave: "I don't feel good."

Almost Paradise: "Eyes on me! C'mon keep those eyes on me."

Leverage: Redemption: "That's a lot of blood."

Almost Paradise: "Come on, breathe, breathe, don't you dare–"

Timeless: "How long were you planning on hiding this?"

Leverage: "Easy, easy. You're okay, I've got you."

FUBAR: "I can't find a pulse!"

Almost Paradise: "Don't you dare die on me."

Hudson & Rex: "Everything's okay, go back to sleep."

Almost Paradise: "can't–breathe–"

Almost Paradise: "I won't hurt you."

Leverage: Redemption: "Talk to me."

Almost Paradise: "Stay still."

Private Eyes: "You don't look so good."

Magnum P.I.: "I think I'm gonna–"

Magnum P.I.: "Tell me where you are, I'll come get you."

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries: "Please stop."

Blood & Treasure: "How much sleep did you get last night?"

Almost Paradise: "It's over now."

Leverage: "I'm okay. You don't need to worry about me."

Timeless: "You're not supposed to be up and about."

Terra Nova: "Go to sleep. I'll still be here when you wake up."

Pick a number, get a drabble

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts

"I know you're hurt."

"You're burning up."

"Just breathe."

"I don't feel good."

"Eyes on me! C'mon keep those eyes on me."

"That's a lot of blood."

"Come on, breathe, breathe, don't you dare--"

"How long were you planning on hiding this?"

"Easy, easy. You're okay, I've got you."

"I can't find a pulse!"

"Don't you dare die on me."

"Everything's okay, go back to sleep."

"can't--breathe--"

"I won't hurt you."

"Talk to me."

"Stay still."

“You don’t look so good.”

“I think I’m gonna – ”

“Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you.”

“Please stop.”

“How much sleep did you get last night?”

“It’s over now.”

“I’m okay. You don't need to worry about me.”

"You're not supposed to be up and about."

“Go to sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

[skimmingmilk]

skim’s sonic fic archive

Because I’ve got quite a few “tumblr only” snippets and because not every fic in the Picket Fence timeline is part of the series on AO3, I’m going to link all my Sonic fics in this post in chronological order as best as I can! This isn’t necessarily the preferred reading order, but thought this might be helpful for people who are interested in where each fic falls in relation to each other. Especially since there are so many now! I’ll try and update this as the fics themselves update over time.

The Picket Fence Timeline: Chart a Course to Second Chances - Christmas Island - Cocoa Island - West Side Island

AoStH and Sonic 2 (& 3) inspired (around ages 11/12 and 4/5) apple of my eye (not in it) What’s Worth a Little Give and Take The Weight of Responsibility Percentage Change in a Name - first part, second part takes place after “Where Water Wears Away the Stone” - originally both “This is You” WIPs Something Borrowed, Something Kept even big brothers have bad dreams ice skating (now part of “A Blue Christmas Would be Better”) Where Water Wears Away the Stone Sonic Says... Shelter from the Storm A Family that Fits Outside the Mold An Anchor Point with a Safety Factor of Two Sleepytime Tea The Cost of Chaos Can’t be Paid in Gold Severe Conditions Lead to Extreme Reactions Better than Alone

Arc 1 A Birth Certificate is Just a Receipt Finders Keepers isn’t Legally Binding Sometimes the Picket Fence isn’t Perfect - Bonus Scene #1 - Bonus Scene #2 - Bonus Scene #3 (on AO3 as a one shot called “It’s Good to be Home”) - Extra Bonus Scene (”i’ll stay until you fall asleep”) end Arc 1

Adventure-era and beyond Sharing is Caring But We Never Learned How A Blue Christmas Would be Better Can’t Cloud Rose-Colored Glass Put Your Friends on Shuffle That’s Science for You made with love (even if it’s in a slow cooker) No Space for Sentimentality in a Synthetic Soul - WIP Jamming Out Call for Comfort i spy with my little lie When the World Breaks, Hold on Tight - Sonic Unleashed fic WIP - WIP scene (Eggmanland) mint tea and a god’s dreams can’t put time on hold (my arms are full) sing the body (miles) electric

Arc 2 (in progress) An Unstoppable Force Between Static Stars - Forces rewrite (current ch: 3, next update: spring 2025) Tails and Shadow sparring (WIP) Sonic Frontiers WIP sonic and tails need therapy - post-Frontiers fic - WIP 5% complete Sonic Back in Time Shenanigans WIP #1

Post-post Frontiers “you didn’t deserve any of this” ”it’s really me. i’m here, i’m real.” No Cracks in a Closed Loop + Sonic’s Side Fried Liver with a Side of Emotional Indigestion Not a canon event To Rearrange the Stars (co-written with @sage-nebula) - WIP Sonic Prime fics (not AU): Hurt

Sonic Prime AU (Sharp Edges): Keep a Sharp Eye Caught in the Crosshairs

Sonic Platonic Fairy Tale Week: Day 1: Rapunzel (Shadow & Rouge (& Omega & Sonic & Tails)) Day 3: Little Mermaid (Sonic & Tails)

Sonic Underground AU: Relative Dissonance (Sonic the Hedgehog Big Bang 2024)

Sonic Movie fics: Risking Rejection (For a Chance at Acceptance)

my magnum opus: whenever you need somebody

[eternal-evergreens]

Can you please do a yandere sukuna x fem reader

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧ "Iron Forged In Blood" ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧

Post format: drabble

Pairing: Yandere! Sukuna x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: abusive household, period-typical misogyny (not from Sukuna), violence, light gore, theft

"Please spare my son!" Your mother cried, a protective hold on your younger brother. "If no one else, please spare his life!" Your father nods ardently, encasing your mother and brother in an embrace.

What a touching sight---for a family of three. Ryomen Sukuna, the monster who pillaged your town, looks down at your family with disdain.

"You beg for your son, but not for your daughter?" He asks. "How pathetic."

Your mother stiffens, a look of horror etched upon her face. Your father's expression morphs into anger.

"Our son is the pride of our family! He's the one who will succeed my craft!" He yells. "My daughter, in comparison, is just a useless girl."

That's not true, you think to yourself. Your brother shows absolutely zero talent for blacksmithing, despite being personally taught by your father. You had to teach the craft to yourself, in a futile attempt to win his favor.

"You're an embarrassment," your father said, throwing your first sword to the ground with a clang.

"We feed you, clothe you, and yet all you do is throw yourself into useless things! Don't you know a woman's only purpose is to marry into a good family?"

"Ungrateful wench! Are you trying to show up your brother?"

Your father's lips curl up into a wicked smile. "But since your lordship has shown such concern over her," he says slowly, as if testing the waters. "Perhaps she can be of some use to our family after all."

Ryomen Sukuna raises an eyebrow.

"Please spare our family," your father says. "In return, please take our daughter, and do with her what you will." Your jaw drops. You aren't sure what you're feeling right now. Shock? Disbelief? Fear? Anger?

Perhaps you are feeling all four.

"I've listened to your useless ramblings long enough." In a flash, your father's head is separated from his body. Your mother screams, and your brother begins to wail. Blood splashes to your face, but you don't react. The world is spinning, the cries of your family are ringing in your ears, but all you can focus on is one thing.

"In return, please take our daughter, and do with her what you will."

The screams of your mother are cut abruptly short. Next is your brother. Only you remain.

Should you beg for your life? What would be the point? You'll never be a blacksmith, anyways. You'll never earn the recognition of your peers. Not as a woman, anyways.

"You," he says, commanding. You look up numbly. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you alongside your kin." You blink, looking down at your lap.

"I'm afraid there is none, my lord," you say to him, voice and face devoid of any emotion. "Like my father said, I am just a useless girl."

"Oh?" The monster sounds amused. "Your arms are quite muscular," he says. "Are you a blacksmith?"

"I'm not very good," you say.

"Uraume," he calls.

"Yes, master." A white haired person steps forth from the shadows, head bowed.

"Bring me the sword."

"Yes, master." Just as quickly as they appeared, the servant vanishes, returning with a sword black as obsidian. Your sword. Your magnum opus. "Here it is," they say, presenting it to Sukuna.

"Did you make this?" You nod. You don't know how he got his hands on it, but that's definitely your sword. The same sword your father confiscated and threw away, stating you'd be lucky if those calloused hands would ever house a ring.

"You aren't aware of it, but you possess potent cursed energy, it's been etched onto this sword. Meanwhile, that 'father' of yours had no talent for sorcery at all." You don't follow, but knowing it would be unwise to question him, you keep your head bowed. "Listen up," he says, voice commanding authority. "You have a talent. Continue to make swords for me, and your life will be spared. Refuse and you will perish alongside these worthless rats you call your family."

You...have a talent? That can't be right. No, rather, it wouldn't matter even if it was. Because you're a...

"But I'm a-" Sukuna scoffs.

"I've fought countless sorcerers in my life," he says. "Both men and women. Most are equally untalented, but there are some that have been strong."

"Raise your head," he commands. Your eyes meet his. There's an expression in them you can't quite make out. "Strength does not have a gender. Nor does talent. Follow me and you will not be looked down upon again."

This man...he believes in you. He sees your worth.

"If I follow you, will I be a blacksmith?" You ask tentatively.

"What an idiotic question," he says. "You already are."

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After working under Sukuna for some time, you've come to realise some things about him. Namely, that he does not pillage for no reason. There's always a motive, an underlying goal to achieve.

"My lord," you say, having just finished polishing a new spear. Sukuna is watching you from the edge of your workshop. He has a habit of coming to you whenever he gets bored. Though you don't make very good company when you're working, he doesn't seem to mind. "May I ask you a question?"

"Hmph. Ask."

"Why...did you choose my village?"

"Do I need a reason?" His tone is challenging, imposing. He speaks as though you need to watch your words, lest he cut out your tongue for impudence. You know him better than that, though. It's not a threat. Not if it's you. You look at him expectantly and he scoffs. "That sword..."

"Hm?"

"When Uraume presented it to me, I thought finding the craftsman behind its creation and forcing them to work for me would be an amusing way to pass the time. But the man who claimed to have made it didn't possess even a lick of cursed energy."

"There was a group of bandits that picked a fight with Uraume. They lacked talent, but one of them was wielding a sword that almost made up for it."

"Was that...?" Sukuna nods.

So your father had stolen your work to pass off as his own. If you had found this out even just a few weeks ago, you would have been devastated. Now, you feel nothing.

"I thought you'd be more upset," he says, eyeing you. You shrug.

"It's in the past. My father has already paid for his crimes in death. There's no need to let it bother me anymore," you say, face blank. The expression you're wearing is eerily similar to the one you wore that day. Sukuna shifts uncomfortably.

"Perhaps he did not suffer enough." Sukuna smiles. "If it would please you, I could have him ripped from his grave and brought back to the world of the living so that you may do away with him yourself."

"Like you'd go through all that effort just for someone like me," you say, a hint of teasing in your voice. You think you hear Sukuna say something else, but his voice is so low you can't make it out.

"There's little I wouldn't be willing to do, not if it's for you."

[diamonddaze01]

PEDAL TO THE METAL (series masterlist)

🏁 IT'S LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO! 🏁

Welcome to the world of F1, where the cars go fast, the stakes go higher, and the drama never lifts off the throttle. Seventeen rules the grid—from precision strategies to podium glory. Whether it’s navigating a hairpin turn or a tricky love confession, the tension is always at maximum revs. So tighten your harness and adjust your visors—this isn’t just a race; it’s the ride of a lifetime.

🏁 N O T E S : this has been in the works for far too long, and i owe it to @ylangelegy for yanking it out of my head and putting it on paper. i hope you love my magnum opus as much as i love writing it <3 without further ado, welcome to pedal to the metal !

🏎️ in the cockpit: ferrari driver!jeonghan x journalist!reader

𖦹 track: humor, fluff, angst, smut

🏆 qualifying results: read the teaser here! 🏁 race results: read the full fic HERE (part i) and HERE (part ii) 🚥 sprint results: [on the record] [off the record] [bad for business]

📝 post race analysis: jeonghan's not used to someone who pushes his buttons as easily as you do, and you're not used to someone who challenges you as quickly as he does. maybe it's time to go full throttle, both on and off the track.

🏎️ in the cockpit: ferrari driver!soonyoung x publicist!reader

𖦹 track: humor, fluff, angst, smut

🏆 qualifying results: read the teaser here! 🏁 race results: read the full fic here! 🚥 sprint results: read associated drabbles here!

📝 post race analysis: a ferrari driver who loathes media day, a publicist who’s one press conference away from losing it, and enough tension to power the entire grid—because apparently, managing his PR disasters isn’t in the job description for falling for him.

🏎️ in the cockpit: mclaren driver!mingyu x strategist!reader

𖦹 track: humor, fluff, angst, smut

🏆 qualifying results: read the teaser here! 🏁 race results: read the full fic here! 🚥 sprint results: read associated drabbles here!

📝 post race analysis: when the fastest driver on the grid has a habit of ignoring orders and the loudest strategist in the paddock has zero patience for his antics, the result isn't what everyone expects. but one thing's for sure: everyone hears the team radio.

🏎️ in the cockpit: aston martin driver!seokmin x f1 vlogger!reader

𖦹 track: humor, fluff, angst, smut

🏆 qualifying results: read the teaser here! 🏁 race results: read the full fic here! 🚥 sprint results: read associated drabbles here!

📝 post race analysis: for the first time in his life, seokmin realizes he wants something he can’t just reach out and take.

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄

summary: /ˈɔːrɪeɪt,ˈɔːrɪət/  “of a golden colour or brilliance”

pairing: xiao x gn! reader

warnings: just fluff in the form of my belated new years drabble

genshin impact masterlist

prosperous year of the dragon!! ♡

The sky over Liyue was clear once again, the last lanterns’ glow already a distant memory as the twinkling of stars filled the remnants of the night once more. On the horizon the first sunlight of the new year coloured the wisps of clouds golden and amber, reminiscent of a shooting star’s tail or elegant dragons winding in the dawn of a new day.

For Xiao, it was the cue he could finally rest after defending the nation and its citizens from those that seek to harm them, clinging to the shadows of the night to crawl into the coming year unnoticed. There were no exceptions to his god-given duty, not even as the festive sounds of the harbour drifted up into the mountains and colourful explosives decorated the night. 

No, it was especially because of this that the ghosts of days past could not be allowed to get ahold of the mortal realm.

Green fog parted along the wooden panels of the room he occupied at Wangshu Inn before the soles of his shoes quietly made contact with the solid ground; first his toes before rolling down to his heel, one foot after the other, with a grace befitting that of a dancer, rather than that of a warrior.

What he did not anticipate as he set down his spear, however, was the soft call of his name before a familiar weight flung itself into his arms. Like a warm breeze, your arms wrapped around his neck in a gentle embrace and when he buried his head in the crook of yours, he deeply inhaled the scent of home.

“Happy New Year, Xiao,” you whispered against his skin, your voice melting the tension of his shoulders as it enveloped him, looping around your connected figures like butterflies circling a flower.

“A prosperous new year to you too,” he replied tentatively. As an adeptus, both the concept of time and the importance of this tradition was different to him and he’d never had much reason to celebrate the passing of time in such short intervals. But since he’d met you, you’d not only intertwined both your hands and fates to show him more of your world, Xiao also learnt to cherish what time he could spend with you, no matter how short it may be.

Pulling back just a little, your hands came to frame his beautiful face with delicate care, as if he was not someone to be feared but someone to be loved. You’d watched all night as lanterns had risen into the sky, carrying the wishes and hopes of the people towards the heavens. Yet none of them compared to the amber glow of Xiao’s eyes as they sparkled at you with such fondness it should weigh you down; instead, you felt like you and your heart were light enough to soar high on golden wings, no fear of falling chaining you down if you were with him.

As the sun continued further on its eternal round, aureate rays framed his head in a radiant halo and you didn’t question for even a second that the man before you could be an angel. Risking the accusation of defiling something sacred, you pressed your lips against his plush ones and tasted a piece of heaven for yourself.

When your eyes fluttered open again, Xiao looked as dazed as you felt, fingers brushing over his lips. Then, equally as reverent, his knuckles grazed your bottom lip and you took ahold of his wrist to keep him steady as you pressed a languid kiss to the back of his hand, dusting his cheeks with a light flush, like a painter perfecting their magnum opus.

“I’ve waited quite a while for my new year’s kiss, you know,” you hummed, so entranced by the adeptus in front of you, it was as if time and space around you stood still enough to count the dust particles in the sunlight. “It was worth it though.”

“I see, you are still set in your ways of dragging me into your mortal traditions,” Xiao scoffed, though there was not a single tint of malice in his voice, only teasing affection. If you couldn’t tell by his amorous cadence alone, his actions spoke even louder of his devotion. “Not that I mind in the slightest.”

With practised precision, his lips found yours again as one hand cradled the side of your face and the other pulled you in closer by the waist, as if there was a way to become physically one the same way your hearts had already done. With your attention bound by the flutter of your own heart, you didn’t notice how dexterous fingers discreetly tied a protective charm to your clothes for you to find at a later point in time. 

“What was that for?” You smiled, the distance between the two of you nearly insignificant yet too far all the same.

“I had to get my own new year’s kiss too, didn’t I?” A hint of a smugness tugged the corner of his lips upwards as the corners of his eyes softened downwards while tracing the movement of his thumb against your cheekbone. “Traditions should be honoured after all.”

Your laughter invoked the iridescence of a pearl to brighten his view as you led him over to the balcony railing so you could welcome the dawning year with all its pink and orange hues, arm in arm as the waking birds filled the morning hours with their chirping.

“Speaking of traditions,” you started, transfixed by the sight of the sun rising over the mountains in a vibrant crimson, “there is the belief that the first song you hear in the new year will predict how yours is going to go.”

“Is that so?” Xiao inquired, watching as a small bird hopped onto the wooden railing, careful but curious as it inched closer to the two of you. “It appears nature blesses us with hope and freedom this year.”

“How beautiful,” you mused, as you leaned further into him. 

Turning his head, Xiao studied the way you shone in the morning light before placing a gentle kiss against your temple, light enough you could believe it was the wing of a crystalfly brushing your skin. “Beautiful, indeed.”

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[adhdnursegoat]

Hey I’m getting into reading smut for the riddler, do you have any recs? Writers or specific smut fics i don’t mind I’ll take anything. (Btw I love your writing)

OMG HELLO ANON!

Thank you so much! I'm sooo glad you enjoy my work. I appreciate your support and interaction!

I have several I'd love to tag!

First, here's a link to my ao3 bookmark page which is just chock full of riddler smut!

Second, here is my 'Best Of' list! I actually had so much fun making this and maybe other people will like it too!

? @caesariawritesstuff has written many lovely oneshots but her magnum opus is Cat & Mouse. Highly recommend it if you're looking for something current, punchy, intricate, well-written, well-thought-out, and just a straight joy to follow. Here is also a link to a collection of her oneshots: Conundrums, Queries, and Quandarys

? @finniestoncrane is one of the more prolific providers of some of the dirtiest, toe-curling, mouth watering smutty oneshots and drabbles for the riddler. They write for other characters but mostly him! >:D My particularly favorite piece by them is Appointment

? @capr1pengu1n has several pieces that I greatly enjoy! I am quite biased but their piece Corrupting the young with your uncivil tongue is my favorite. It was a request I made of them :3 also Twist the knife, like it's something to do is a gem!

? @decaying-words has a small, but delicious and, actually, sweet collection of works called Love Letters to the Riddler. They have not posted since earlier this year, and I hope to see more from them soon!

? @circledemptiness is finally on tumblr! After a two year hiatus, they have posted some new work with plans to do more! I do particularly enjoy their portfolio of all riddler. Check out Merciful!

This is not a definitive list, but these are the main ones I would start with!

Happy reading, my sweet lil goat~!

[gluion]

the cartographer's 2024 wrapped — in fics !

first fic of 2024: satin for jacob bae or park sungho — wrote this when i was abroad after a very crazy discussion on shibari and ribbons with people from deoboyznet. absolutely insane

last fic of 2024: almost, but not quite for leehan — this fic was an idea since june or july because i loveee loser!leehan but i couldn't pick it up for the life of me... was very much struggling to write fluff until i found a way that fit me as a writer and my own standards <3 can't believe how loved it is to this day !! thanks for loving her dearly (even with its length)

longest fic of 2024: finger trapped (ripped to its seams) for ji changmin, sung hanbin, or myung jaehyun — with a record of at least 15.6k words... ah the most personal one yet <3 an idea that was sitting with me for the longest time, even during my hiatus, and i knew this would be my magnum opus... because of its length, i don't think most people get to read it but it's definitely my favorite one.

most popular fic of 2024: 02:48 for gunwook — with a record of 699 notes (you lot are crazy)... a birthday drabble written for @shegotthewoobies is the winner. we both talk about how this drabble has gotten so much attention nonstop, i was not expecting it to even reach 600 by the end of 2024 but it did... now entering 700 soon enough

personal pick/s of 2024: safe haven (how much longer do we have?) for jacob bae, kim taerae, or leehan // finger trapped (ripped to its seams) for ji changmin, sung hanbin, or myung jaehyun — these are THE gluion fics imo. the easiest way to get to know what i write and my expertise are through these fics. all the praise i receive from these fics never fail to make me smile because it makes me realize that you enjoyed something i'm proud of :]

other milestones worth mentioning: started @onedoornet — i'm so happy to have started a network for boynextdoor writers :] i'm starting to realize that not only was i able to build an easier space for readers to find boynextdoor works but also form a community between writers. thank you to all the members who joined :]

favorite fic/s of 2024: 8000 layers of inyun by @wavesmp3 // wish you were sober by @blissfullsvn // everything i didn't say by @lionhanie // falling in love at first sight (x3) by @jnnul // alike tides, aligned waves by @loserlvrss — i have shared my flowers to these writers/mutuals already <3 you are all so amazing! thank you for filling my 2024 with wonderful fic :]

found on a sticky note from the cartographer — a little overdue but i was out of the country during this whole thing </3 thanks again to @sungbeam @blue-jisungs @slytherinshua @loserlvrss @serejae

@mosviqu @hollyoongs for tagging me in their 2024 wrapped <3 — thank you again to all my readers for sticking with me throughout this journey :] i know i've gotten a little slower with writing but thank you for always sending your flowers my way! i'm starting to feel the love and appreciation as a writer which really helps <3 always know that your reblogs and feedback do mean something!

[half-dead-writer]

Author's Note A drabble my friend wrote for me!! Posting it for them

Expect The Unexpected

Reader goes to Eddie's to get some weed (and puts eyeliner on him)

character: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) words: 1,590 reader: gender-neutral (leaning slightly into masc) warnings: NOT MY FIC!! A friend wrote it for me, lowkey no consent for a sudden tonguing but it's fine reader is into it, rushed ending?? (friend's words not mine)

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ‣ 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝔪𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

You had been invited into Eddie's house, the slightly taller rockerboy leading the way through his house to his cluttered room. There were clothes scattered everywhere, Dungeon and Dragons manuals, his guitar lovingly hung up by a mirror. You weren't really surprised by the state of the place, moreso surprised he was bringing you to his room.

You had known Eddie for as long as you could remember and over the years had grown that bit closer to him through joining his Dungeons and Dragons games and buying weed from him, but this felt different. 

"Mi casa es su casa," he announced, taking a seat on the bed and petting the spot next to him for you to sit beside him. 

You gingerly took the spot indicated, perching on the very edge of the bed. Unable to meet his deep brown red-rimmed gaze, you shifted and looked around at the clutter awkwardly. "Nice room?" You offered up, uncertain. 

Eddie laughed and you caught a whiff of the pungent smell of marijuana mixed with that trashy axe smell all boys had because they didn't spend the money to smell good. His arm was slung over your shoulders and he leaned into your face, his curly hair tickling your cheek. "Well, you aren't really here to admire my room, are ya?"

"W-well no, I was going to buy some more weed-" You manage to stutter out, flushing faintly. 

Eddie didn't usually touch you, your interactions were friendly, sure, but nothing like this. Maybe the occasional brush of a hand when exchanging money and weed. 

"Oh yeah? Not to see little old me? I'm hurt!" He moved away, clutching the spot over his heart dramatically as if it were hurting. "You wound me, Y/N, I thought we had something more!"

You blinked in surprise, perplexed by the theatrics before bursting out laughing at the pure silliness of it all. "Eddie, the man that you are. Roll me a blunt, dumbass."

You gave him a playful shove to the shoulder, still laughing and found that he was laughing along too, brown eyes crinkled and huge grin on his face. "Yeah, yeah, pushy much?"

You watched, amused, as he got up and shoved everything on a set of drawers onto the floor. He started chopping some weed up, back turned to you, shoulders shifting under his shirt as he worked. The smell of weed in the air got much, much stronger within the cluttered space.

"You should clean your room," you teased, leaning back on your hands. 

"What are you, my dad?" Eddie teased back, shooting you a playful glare before turning around with a flourish. Holding up the blunt as if it were something to be worshipped. "My magnum opus, mon ami."

He passed it to you before sitting beside you again, his jean clad thigh brushing against yours. You fished around in your pocket, fumbling for a lighter and then fumbling to light it before taking a puff. 

The minutes ticked by in companionable silence as you passed the blunt back and forth. When it was around halfway done, Eddie stood up and gathered up his guitar, resuming his spot beside you as he started playing what seemed to be random notes. You definitely didn't recognise them. He didn't reach for the blunt again, which forced you to hold it out wordlessly to his lips for him to take a puff before taking it back. It was then that the realisation of the fact that you had been indirectly kissing with Eddie this whole time you were sharing the blunt sank in. You could feel your face heating up, becoming acutely aware of the tangy taste of his saliva that was lightly on the butt your lips were around. It led to you wondering what his lips would feel like against yours and you intently watched the pink of them close around the butt as he took another hit, the softness brushing your fingers. Which only made your face get redder.

"So, um, you been playing a while?" You asked, trying to distract your mind from its wandering thoughts. 

Eddie looked up at you, grinning as though he knew exactly what you were thinking, ringed fingers moving expertly over the instrument. "Something like that."

"Oh," you were not happy that he wasn't engaging with your questions, but the way he was looking at you.. it made your stomach fill with butterflies. 

He was still looking at you, brown eyes sparkling with mischief in the dark room. He had nice, long eyelashes that brushed his cheeks when he blinked.. you found yourself wondering how much more his eyes would pop with eyeliner. Wait... why was he still looking at you?

"W-what? Is there something on my face?" You looked away, rubbing at your face. 

"You're totally hogging the weed, dude," Eddie commented lowly, a playful grin stretching across his face. 

Your eyes darted to your other hand, the blunt burning away, nearly done by now. You had forgotten it was there, so enamoured by Eddie. "Ohhh," you hesitated, before taking the final drag with a smirk. 

You watched Eddie's face fall, a glint of what looked like anger in his eyes before he put his guitar down on his other side and grabbed your jaw lightly. 

"That wasn't very nice of you," he chided quietly, leaning closer, but he was smiling. 

He didn't seem actually mad at you, just pretending. His lips were against yours then, chapped, rough and sliding against your own. You made a noise of surprise, mouth falling open and moving to scramble back, but his grip on your jaw tightened, rings digging into your flesh. Slipping his tongue into your mouth, the tangy taste of weed filling your senses as he sucked the smoke from your mouth. You were far too surprised to even react, just staring at him, wide eyed like a deer in headlights. Your brain was not computing this. Why was it even happening?

He eventually pulled back, exhaling the smoke with a grin and looking over at you. 

"What?" He asked you, voice low and playful. 

"What.. was that for?" You were breathless, touching your lips, the taste of his tongue still strong in your mouth. 

"Felt like it," he shrugged, leaning back with a sigh of contentment. 

That wasn't helping. God, he was infuriating and so, so attractive. 

It was quiet for a few moments after that, the air charged and tense, at least to you. Your heart was thumping, face red, stomach churning as you tried to process Eddie kissing you. It had to just be for the smoke right? Surely it wasn't actually a kiss? But he had used tongue and that wasn't necessary. 

"Hey, have you ever considered wearing eyeliner?" You asked, out of nowhere, just wanting to shuffle to a different topic and dissipate the awkwardness. 

"Eyeliner? Like, the makeup?" Eddie asked lazily, laying back and staring at the ceiling. "Isn't that for girls?"

"I think you'd look good in it," you insisted, fishing in a pocket and pulling out an eyeliner pencil. "Can I put some on you?"

Eddie frowned, staring at you for a long moment before shrugging. "Sure, whatever."

You shifted to lean over him on your knees, uncapping the eyeliner. He eyed it skeptically, but didn't comment on it. You hesitantly moved it close to his face. "I need to draw on your waterline, is that okay?"

"It comes off, right?" Eddie stared up at you, looking a bit confused and unsure. 

"Yeah, it'll come off," you took that as a green light and started rubbing the tip of the pencil along his waterline. 

He occasionally blinked and winced, unused to the feeling. You allowed him short breaks when he did before continuing. It took longer than it should have and you occasionally missed and got it on his cheekbone, but by the end, his eyes were popping against the black waterline. 

"Wow," you breathed, putting the cap back on the pencil and shoving it back into your seemingly endless jacket pocket. 

"Surely it doesn't make that big of a difference?" Eddie chided lightly, rolling his eyes. 

That movement alone looked infinitely more sexy while he was wearing eyeliner and you sighed dreamily, staring intently down at him. 

"I guess it does," Eddie corrected after a moment, staring up at you in return. 

There was a quiet charged moment before Eddie's hand had made it to the nape of your neck, guiding your face gently towards his. 

"You didn't kiss me back before," Eddie pointed out after a moment, when your faces were mere inches apart. 

"O-oh, I thought- the blunt-" you stammered out, surprised by his comment, face heating up yet again. He couldn't just say these things while wearing eyeliner! It wasn't fair!

"Y/N... I like you," Eddie confessed quietly. "I want to kiss you."

"Oh!" You weren't sure how to respond. You had liked Eddie for so long it was like second nature. This was insane. "I.. like you and want to kiss you too."

Eddie pulled you in for another kiss. This one was slower and you hesitantly reciprocated, all gentle tongues and lips. Again, the taste of marijuana was strong in your mouth as Eddie's tongue explored, chapped lips pressing against your own. 

When he gently pushed you away by the chin, you were both panting, a string of saliva connecting you for a moment before breaking. 

"Mine," Eddie announced quietly, your heart giving a flutter in reply. 

His indeed. 

[yaksha-lover]

i’ve had this in my drafts for months and i just know it’s never getting completed so,, have an unfinished vil x fashion designer!reader drabble as a little treat dbsjshjsjxj

“Thanks for helping me with this,” you say, pining another piece of loose fabric around his shoulder. “I don’t think anyone else could’ve been as much help as you are.”

“No, they couldn’t,” Vil says, eyes shining in amusement.

You smile at him shyly as you make eye contact in the mirror, moving on to work on the bottom of his top.

“Don’t be shy,” he teases when your hands unintentionally hold his waist as you try to pinch the extra fabric.

“Sorry,” you reply, letting go quickly.

He laughs at your embarrassment, shaking his head and motioning for you to continue. “Will the others be coming in for their own custom fitting later?”

“Yeah, Rook and Epel are both scheduled for tomorrow, and the rest I’ll have to do later this week.”

“Ah, I see. And here I thought this was a special thing, just between you and I.”

“I- It is special! You’re the star of the show and you know I value-”

Vil shuts you up with a finger on your lips. “I’m joking, MC. I’m a model, I know better than any that a mere fitting doesn’t mean a thing.” He trails his hand down to tilt your chin to look up at him. “Besides, it’s not as though they’re to be your magnum opus like me, correct?”

“Don’t you mean wear my magnum opus?”

He sports a small smirk when your eyes look up to meet his in the mirror. “Sure, let’s go with that.”

“You know my sponsor for the event, right? He had nothing but praise for you. In fact, I think the only reason he even agreed to take a chance on me is because I promised I could get you on board.”

“Really? What exactly did he say?”

“He said men like you are few and far between.”

“Men like me?” Vil pauses to catch your hand, enveloping it in his own. “There are none, MC. Just me.”

The two of you take a moment to laugh together. You wish you could touch him, ruffle his hair or something, but you can’t risk messing anything up when he’s spent so long getting ready.

[septic-dr-schneep]

“Ow! Ow, ow, oww—”

“Steady, lad, ye’re squirming like a worm on the hook! Unless ye’re looking to scar your face just as mightily as mine—”

Captain Magnum’s warning fell flat as Eric flinched again, wide, wet eyes running over. The sight was like an anchor hitting the pit of Magnum’s stomach. Gripping the boy’s chin more firmly to steady him, he released the needle and picked up his comfort hankie instead.

“Ye should’ve gone to the healer,” he fretted. How had he let himself be talked into this? “Patching me coats and sails is a far cry from this.”

“I-I know but—he’s got enough to worry about without my d-dumb problems! I didn’t want—I thought—” As Magnum patted with admitted clumsiness at the mess of tears and blood on his pallid face, Eric sobbed and the few stitches secured in his cheek promptly popped.

[oros-ash3s]

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⟢ Metamorphosis

status || Drafting stage

POV || Third-person limited, multiple POVs, past-tense

genre || Post-apocalyptic fantasy

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Yara had never believed the old myths that her mother had told her about Noroi. The mysterious demonic creatures that dwelled in the shadows and abandoned areas, wreaking death and decay to every place they touched.

Leeches, she had called them.

Yara had always dismissed the myths as nothing but fairy tales, little ghost stories created to scare her and keep her from running out too far at night. But, on the night of her 12th birthday, when her home is invaded and she finds herself face-to-face with the father of all Noroi, she sees her mother’s stories for what they really were: warnings.

From that night on, her entire reality is shattered. Left with an empty house, her only companion being a raven that can’t seem to leave her alone, Yara is stuck. She can’t make herself leave her childhood house, the only home she only knows. With a magical barrier to protect her from the Noroi always prowling outside her house, she spends her days inside, the only place that is safe now.

But as the years wear on and the barrier slowly grows weaker, Yara knows it’s only a matter of time before they finish her off. Just like they had done to her family. She’s suddenly faced with a choice: Stay and wait for the barrier to fail, or venture out into the unknown, despite the danger.

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content warnings || Metamorphosis deals with a lot of dark and mature themes, and things such as death, violence, body horror, mental illness, suicide, gore, domestic abuse, and war are included within that. There will be a lot of discussion when it comes to mental illness, the effects of grief, and depression. Though each chapter that has this content within it will be properly tagged with trigger warnings, if any of this subject matter bothers you, please click away.

themes || Grief, corruption, war, good vs evil, monstrosity, survival, perseverance, loss of innocence, death

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Fragilely, gradually and surrounding, the horse lies naked in the shed / Evergreen anodyne decompounding, flies draw sugar from his head

— “ingydar” by Adrianne Lenker

⟢ Characters

the 7th sector ||

✶ Yara Reyes

✶ Aster Anderle

✶ Ryuji Fukenaga

✶ Kageko Fukenaga

✶ Odesa Alves

✶ Dior Moroz

✶ Ophelia Dyal

the magnum octō ||

✶ Aytek Rahmani

✶ Ukiuk Silla

✶ Caoimhe Yoon

✶ Alejandro Mamami

✶ Ianthe Duval

✶ Lazarus Lune

✶ Marion Bianchi

✶ Vida

noroi ||

✶ Apeiron

✶ Nebula

✶ Akane

✶ Solanum

✶ Kintsu

✶ Amaris

✶ Ciro

✶ Dislow

✶ Entith

⟢ Writing

lore and worldbuilding || coming soon

character introductions || coming soon

extra info || coming soon

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drabbles || coming soon

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playlists ||

Metamorphosis \\ Yara \\ Aster \\ Ryuji \\ Kage \\ Odesa \\ Dior \\ Ophelia \\ The Polycule

pinterest boards || coming soon

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“Who hasn’t ever wondered: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?”

— Clarice Lispector \\ The Hour of the Star