#may it not join wip hell

[sordidmusings]

WIP TUESDAY - Sugar Daddy Headcanons with Shanks and Garp

Saw Schoute's wonderful art WIP and writing and wanted to join the fun! Have some ridiculous Blorbos as Sugar Daddies headcanons that have been on my backburner LOL I've got Shanks and Garp ready for y'all 🫡 They're pretty much done, I moreso have to fill out everyone else on the list 🤡 No warnings really! Just some allusions to spice but nothing explicit. Lots of silliness. I believe they're gender neutral but I'm going to tag as afab just in case because I fear it may be in the subtext since that's the perspective I wrote it from and the one people generally expect for sugar babies. Might be fun to subvert sometime by writing them with explicitly amab sugar babies. I will Ponder lol I'd also love to see what everyone is working on so please take this as a sign to post something of your own!!

The song I blame for everything (I love u Thot Squad):

“This fine old man, he played three

He can knickknack this coochie

With an Amex black card, get a girl a Benz

Reset and do it again”

Word Count: Shanks ~750, Garp ~400 (sorry about the favoritism Vice Admiral 😬)

Shanks

shanks absolutely pursued this type of relationship with you

Your pretty face and open smile snagged his attention but the way you easily met and fed his energy had him at you like a dog with a bone

He’s no stranger to helping people laugh their way into his bed, but the journey with you felt different. He took extra time simply because each moment with you was too good to keep from savoring

You didn’t hide your attraction at any point but he did appreciate that you would try and prod back at him in good humor to test his will and want

You found he had both in excessive abundance

It felt nice to have someone so attractive, established, feared, and adored seek your company and watch him become more interested with each minute he got of you. It also felt nice to see that while he certainly had an abundance of confidence he held no arrogance with you - he played no games in making you question his interest or to assert his importance to you. He treated you as a person (one he mainly wanted to turn to his bedroom tenant but still-) and it made him feel more like a man than a myth for you both too

And holy hell did you like that man - he made you laugh even if at his own expense, he impressed you when he’d let some of his cunning slip through the jovial pirate shtick, he kept your interest with how he could entertain any topic you brought forward, he made you feel beautiful with the way his eyes and hands soaked you in, and he made you feel wanted with the way he treated everything about you with genuine interest. 

The only thing that made it better is how he made sure you wanted for nothing. The first night it was making sure you didn’t pay a cent for anything, you always had food and drink right before you realized you wanted it, his coat found your shoulders the moment you felt a chill, you found yourself in fresh air right when the heat and the noise of the bar became too much. 

After that it was an endless stream of trinkets, from priceless to silly but sentimental, all coming with letters that had you laughing, blushing, and swooning.

Every time he’d visit you (and it was at first as often as he thought he could manage but that managed to get even sooner and sooner because of his need for you) you’d indulge in each other like it was the first and last time

He stopped wanting anyone else - there were enough people across the seas he had to apologize to after explaining why he’d gasped the wrong name and they were never right to scratch the new insatiable itch he had anyway

When it dawned on him how much you had him wrapped around your finger, not just physically and financially but also mentally, emotionally, and he’s pretty sure even spiritually, he may have had a crisis (the crew was very torn between amusement and true wory watching it unfold, especially when the usual rum and patented Beckman Shoulder Pat with Nod didn't ease his turmoil)

It wasn't because he didn’t want to love you, but he truly never thought he’d ever find someone he wanted and needed the way he does you. It was such a foreign concept to him that he felt like the world had tilted and left everything slightly unfamiliar. Especially coming from a relationship he stapled together with riches. Sure, there was also joy, camaraderie, and intimacy holding it together, but he found it harder to trust that someone such as you wouldn't find someone younger and more present to belong to than to trust that you could need him to sustain a lifestyle of ease and abundance.

If he couldn't be sure you'd want him, he'd try and find solace in you needing him, even if it was only for what he could afford you

When he finally told Beckman of his plight, he was slightly offended by the “it took you this long to figure it out?”

He’s currently trying to figure out how to convince you to live on his ship with him. He needed to let you know you’d be safe regardless of your experience level with the seas or battle. 

He’d bring the world to its knees if anything touched a hair on your head

Luckily for him, you knew. Anyone with eyes would from the way he smiles at you.

Garp

Garp was decidedly not in your plans. Yes, you wanted someone older, someone with wealth, someone with influence, someone who would take care of you, but you thought Gilfs were an urban legend told to see what face it would get out of freshies

You’re not complaining tho

He has certainly convinced you that the rarity of his kind just pointed to what a prized role it was to shack up with one

He was rough around the edges to be sure - brash and loud and stubborn - but he used all those traits to get you both exactly what you wanted

All your needs were met without you having to even think of them anymore (you were surprised that needs in the bedroom were included in that, but you supposed you shouldn’t have underestimated a man who could still punch apart battle ships, nor one with such a lust for eating)

Neither of you had any illusions of sweeping romance

You were more than happy with the care and respect that built between the two of you in your roles, growing with each act of service to each other, each piece of comfort, each unintended moment of vulnerability

Don’t get me wrong, the vulnerability ain’t common; most of your time is this man having fun watching you light up when he took you out and tossed his money around for you before taking you home to have multiple courses of dessert

You’ll never get over his gruff voice and curling accent - they helped your brain turn to mush while he coaxed and praised you through happily giving him everything he wants as a thank you for all his care

That voice along with all that burliness and age, which you thought would’ve been a turn off not on, ended up making you feel small yet so protected

Garp didn’t think he’d enter a relationship like this that went on so long and so easily but any reservation or second guessing was lost the moment he saw you and everything just felt natural

Tho he’d still make jokes that always make you groan about how you keep him young better than his troublesome recruits (that he is stuck between wanting to parade you around to see their jaws drop and wanting to keep you hidden away from any young bucks who may try to get your attention before he’s ready to let you go)

Thank you for reading 😘🤍🤍

Masterlist

[surpriseelejahmonth]

Surprise Elejah Month - Fan(fic, edits, art & meta) - August 2025

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Pre-Event Celebration - [August 1 - August 2] - As a warm-up to the main event, and to get into the right kind of shipper headspace... let us consider some appetizers, if you will:

Fave Stuff Rec Party - Reblog or post links to your favorite Elejah fanworks and share the love (please no reposting; link to the original work or reblog it and tag this blog if the fanwork in question is already available on Tumblr).

Orphan Prompts - Post the answers to the Orphan Prompts that have caught your fancy during the last two months (more about Orphan Prompts here; but in short if there's an Elejah idea you have but don't feel like doing yourself? Send it to the Ask Box from now until the beginning of August 2025)

Adrenaline Jolt to the WIP - Shuffle through your half-finished edits and anxiety-buried half-chapters of your WIPs. Pick that thing up and see what happens, or maybe just post what you have as a sneak peek. Alternatively, and in tandem with Fave Stuff Rec Party, say something nice to the person whose Elejah WIP you still occasionally think about to brighten their day.

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Week 1 - [August 3 - August 9] - Meeting of Contradictions - Push together angst and humor. Make something fluffy, but also have it be horror. It's a giggle at a funeral. Both rage and blissful happiness. Alive and dead. There is love within a void. And maybe one has to be lost to be found? Both terror and relief.

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Week 2 - [August 10 - August 16] - Week of the Literary Love Story: (each prompt is given a separate day, but that does not mean you must create something for all of them, pick the one(s) you want, or skip the week if none intrigue you).

Sunday - Beauty and the Beast. Monday - Odyssey. Tuesday - The Nightingale and the Rose. Wednesday - Pride and Prejudice. Thursday - Helen of Troy. Friday - Orpheus and Eurydice. Saturday - Hades and Persephone.

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Week 3 - [August 17 - August 23] - Significant Memento - the burning letter / the dagger to the chest / a bedroom windowsill / the blood in champagne / gazebo in sunlight / his expensive suit / the red in her hair / the skip in her heart / the trust before a betrayal / the negotiation in the middle of night / a kiss like a lie / a promise in a glass bottle / the ground that crumbles under feet / the taste on their lips / the reflection in the mirror / always and forever.

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Week 4 - [August 24 - August 30] - Love Letter to an Episode - take an episode (any episode) from any of the TV series in this universe and make it Elejah. It can be as canon-compliant as you want. Play with American Gothic. Grab an Originals episode and drop Elena in there. Drop her and Elijah both into Legacies. Hell, push a plot of an episode you like from a completely different show onto Elejah, the world is your oyster! (If you're writing meta posts and don't feel like dealing with just the canon Elejah content either, discuss how Elejah would have dealt with the plot from your chosen episode.)

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Post-Event Celebration - [August 31] - Now for the last curtain call with all its bows and cheers, so that we may go out with a bang:

No Theme, FREE-FOR-ALL - Let's post as much Elejah content as we want, with whatever focus we want. The more, the merrier after all!

Lost, But Not Forgotten - But if some theme direction is what you want? How about picking up one of the themes that lost the poll after all?

Orphan Prompts - Or, if the adopted prompts took longer than expected, you could always finish up to post that now.

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What do you need to do to join the Surprise Elejah Month? Just be a fan of Elejah! Write some meta, write a story (one-shots, drabbles, first chapters of new WIPs, and new chapters of old WIPs are all accepted), make a gifset, fanart, poem, an aesthetic, edit, song playlist, or a fan video created for the event (or if all else fails, crochet their names into a scarf), and tag @surpriseelejahmonth + add #elejahmonth2025 to the first 5 tags.

There are no limits on how many or how few works need to be created to "count" as having participated. Everyone is welcome!

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Special invitation: @kaizsche, @wholoveseggs, @vorpalmuchness, @jennifersminds, @kol-elijah, @becasart, @elejah-verse, @katherineholmes, @lovelyelejah, @moonysmate, @anphibole, @reina-petrova, @sevensistersofsussex, @sharkboy305, @elejah12, @xneens, @thereideffects, @darknightfrombeyond, @teenage-apocalypse-trilogy, @ao-anonymousobsesser, @coazysdaydream, @myfuchsiadreams, @keepsdeathhiscourt, @bada-bing-bada-boom-pow, and literally anyone else who feels like trying their hand at creating something for Elejah.

[leidensygdom]

hello!! i love your art so much, your colors are beautiful and your characters are just so 👁️👁️ and i adore seeing them on my dash :)

i had a question about how you do the details on your fabrics: how do you keep the patterns on clothes on a body looking so,,, clean and readable while also making it make sense on the form under it?

like the cape/sleeve(? idk what it is but it looks cool as hell) on the magnolia commission pattern looks so cool and it's still readable on the fabric (like, if i wanted i could probably do a silly sketch of it) BUT ALSO it seems to make sense with the folds so it doesn't just look unnatural and stiff?

i'm so sorry this is kind of a long ask but like. would you be down to talk about your process for patterns on clothing? it's cool if you're not, that's totally fair, just figured i'd ask

have a wonderful day!!

OOOH Thank you so much for the ask!! I wanna do a more in depth tutorial, but I tend to make patterns in two different ways, with one being fully hand-drawn and the other playing with mesh transforms or the... Uh, liquify CSP tool? Let me find examples

This is an example of a fully hand-drawn pattern. No trickery here- Only trying to eyeball everything. It's kinda a lot of work to draw it manually, but it's the more convenient option if the character I'm drawing doesn't have files for the patterns, or if the files are a bit too different from my usual style, as they could potentially not look great with my linearted or painted style

And then- For cases such as Nolia's cloak, I did the entire pattern as a separate file, then placed it using Photoshop's mesh transform!

Here's a WIP file from when I placed all the patterns after finishing the lineart, where you can see them in full contrast. I tend to keep my patterns in different files- The black parts here are not joined with the base color of the cloth, so I can bring nice highlights and texturing when they're meant to be golden inlays, for example. Now, the Photoshop mesh transform is a bit finnicky to use, and I don't have any proper step by step of it- I could potentially record how I do it someday. But let's take the humble cylinder and demonstrate it quickly:

So, the mesh warp tool is the one on the right- You can see these sort of blue lines creating a mesh. I'm sure CSP has it in it's pro level or something? Correct me if I'm wrong. You play around with the different sections, move it to the right place, and put it on the cylinder. This is a very simplified form. You can make many subsections to your meshes (that's 3x3- you can have stuff such as 20x20) for when you have multiple folds.

And then you can just shade your pattern accordingly so it fits the volume of the drawing, and- ta-daa!

This is by no means an easy method. Sometimes you can get away with the Liquify tool (which CSP has and it's very decent), which I've used when the pattern in question was over a simpler surface with few folds. It takes some practise to use that well, and it isn't gonna be the best for complex ones, but it's also an option. Let me do a lil compilation of some patterns I've done and which tools I used for each!

The tool I use highly depends on the time I have, the level of finish for the drawing, and so on. CSP's liquify is probably the fastest but gives simpler results, drawing them manually works better with some styles and more organic/less geometrical patterns, the mesh tool takes a bunch of time but it's great for small repeating patterns that are meant to be very precise or geometrical.

If people would be interested in it, I may someday do a video tutorial of me doing a pattern and then putting it over a folded cloth. I do hope this can help a bit tho!!

[dayenurose]

Time Travel Fic Recs Featuring Romy

Welcome to this year’s addition to my Romy Fanfic Rec Collection. I was inspired by the ‘Time Loop’ prompt, though I decided to expand it to cover 'Time Travel' in general. @angel-gidget designed the lovely banner. Thanks Gidge. <3 

And now, I hope you enjoy a few of my favorite time travel fics featuring Rogue and Gambit.

For @roguegambitweek 2025 - Day 7: Free Day, Day 5: Time Loop

Betrayal by Valerie J [ff.net]

Rating: T | Universe: X-Men: Comics | Words: 77,333 | Chapters: 25 | Status: Complete | Date: Oct 10, 2001-Jan 20, 2002 |

Call Back Yesterday by xenokattz ( @xenokattz ) [ao3]

Rating: T | Universe: X-Men: Movies | Words: 17,605 | Chapters: 7 | Status: Complete | Date: May 28-29, 2012 |

The Chase by Chellerbelle ( @chellerbelles ) [ao3] [ff.net]

Rating: T | Universe: WatX | Words: 43,867 | Chapters: 11 | Status: Complete | Date: Jun 7-27, 2012 |

But Here We Are by AppleJ ( @applejacks1552 ) [ao3]

Rating: M | Universe: X-Men: Comics | Words: 32,978 | Chapters: 30 | Status: Complete | Date: Feb 24, 2019 |

Converging by AnaExpert (Ana Xpert) ( @anaxpert-blog ) [ao3] [ff.net]

Rating: M | Universe: X-Men: Comics | Words: 43,369 | Chapters: 15 | Status: Complete | Date: Jun 4, 2017-Sep 3, 2020 |

Chapter 13 - Day 12: Out of Sight, Out of Time of Fourteen Ways to Fall for You by lettersfromnowhere ( @lettersfromn0where ) [Ch 13] [ao3]

Rating: G | Universe: X-Men | Words: 2,256 (31,446) | Chapters: 14 | Status: Complete | Date: Jun 24-Aug 5, 2019 |

Pearls of Wisdom by chitane ( @unleash-hell-little-one ) [ao3] [ff.net]

Rating: T | Universe: X-Men | Words: 4,838 | Chapters: 3 | Status: WIP | Date: Feb 26-Mar 20, 2021

A More Perfect World by DemonaHw ( @demonahw ) [ao3]

Rating: T | Universe: XtAS/’97 | Words: 4,797 | Chapters: 2 | Status: WIP | Date: Jun 11, 2024-Jan 8, 2025

Thanks to all the authors for writing and sharing your stories. They are amazing fics that allow us to travel through time.

If you read any of these fics, please leave a comment and let the authors know you enjoyed them.

Happy Reading!

Fic Summaries and Notes Below the Cut:

Betrayal by Valerie J [ff.net]

Rating: T | Universe: X-Men: Comics | Words: 77,333 | Chapters: 25 | Status: Complete | Date: Oct 10, 2001-Jan 20, 2002 |

Summary: [Complete] When Bishop first joined the X-Men, he warned them that they would be betrayed by one of their own. He was right, but that’s only the beginning of the story. (This story diverges from continuity just after X-Men #45.)

Notes: There is so much story potential in the relationship between Bishop and the Witness. Bring that to the present and you get a fascinating story which touches on so much more than time travel. Relationships are tested, secrets are revealed, and choices are made. This is an excellent fic is the start of a trilogy which is well worth the read.

Call Back Yesterday by xenokattz ( @xenokattz ) [ao3]

Rating: T | Universe: X-Men: Movies | Words: 17,605 | Chapters: 7 | Status: Complete | Date: May 28-29, 2012 |

Summary: After 2005, the world went to shit. That was Logan’s summary. Global climate change. All the TVs were rectangular and thin. All the cars were purportedly powered by electricity. The music sucked. Network explained events with more detail, but the gist of it was after 2005, the world went to shit. And Remy had to fix it before he could go home to good old 1993. 

Notes: This story sticks with me long after I finished reading. While there is something melancholic and bittersweet about it, the fic offers a compelling story of love, community, and saving the world. There’s a figurative ticking clock which keeps you reading right up to the last moment. And, it’s the perfect length that you might find yourself looping around and reading it again after you finish.

The Chase by Chellerbelle ( @chellerbelles ) [ao3] [ff.net]

Rating: T | Universe: WatX | Words: 43,867 | Chapters: 11 | Status: Complete | Date: Jun 7-27, 2012 |

Summary:  In the Present, Gambit tries to auction off Emma Frost’s diamond hand and finds himself caught between the X-men and Sinister’s Marauders. 20 Years in the Future, Professor Xavier seeks to save his X-men from being murdered in the past by the marauders, and prevent the Age of Apocalypse from ever happening. 

Notes: I love the complicated timey-wimey nature of this story. Chelle manages to not only juggle one or two times lines, but plays out a half dozen or so various timelines in over a dozen time frames. And, she makes excellent use of the time travel elements and shows what happens to the future when you use foreknowledge to change your present. 

But Here We Are by AppleJ ( @applejacks1552 ) [ao3]

Rating: M | Universe: X-Men: Comics | Words: 32,978 | Chapters: 30 | Status: Complete | Date: Feb 24, 2019 |

Summary: They never thought this would be possible, but Rogue is uneXpectedly eXpecting. Yet nothing is ever THAT simple in the life of an X-Man. What secret will Gambit discover that complicates their happily-ever-after?

Notes: This is one of those fics you find yourself asking, where's the time travel. And then, it shows up and it is such an important element of the story. It really grabs you as Rogue and Gambit are facing upcoming parenthood--and for anyone who knows the the X-Men, then you know that there are no certainities when it comes to being an X-Man and a parent.

Converging by AnaExpert (Ana Xpert) ( @anaxpert-blog ) [ao3] [ff.net]

Rating: M | Universe: X-Men: Comics | Words: 43,369 | Chapters: 15 | Status: Complete | Date: Jun 4, 2017-Sep 3, 2020 |

Summary: Rogue seems happy with her new life, or is she? Gambit is finally showing signs of moving on from her. Living separate lives, but forever in each other’s hearts. An old buried secret is revealed and it completely changes everything. Expect sex, drama, angst and plot twists.

Note: What if you had the ability to change a painful incident from the past? Would you take the opportunity? This fic grapples with that question along with other complications of what happens to your present when you change the past.

Note.2: The ff.net version may be slightly easier to read. The story has multi-character POV and will change POV within the chapters. The formatting which signifies change of POV didn’t always get transferred over to ao3, so it can take a moment to note the change in POV. POVs are separated in ff.net. 

Chapter 13 - Day 12: Out of Sight, Out of Time of Fourteen Ways to Fall for You by lettersfromnowhere ( @lettersfromn0where ) [Ch 13] [ao3]

Rating: G | Universe: X-Men | Words: 2,256 (31,446) | Chapters: 14 | Status: Complete | Date: Jun 24-Aug 5, 2019 |

Summary: Day 12: because there TOTALLY isn’t enough time travel in the X-Men universe as is! (A time travel AU)

Note: This fic is a lot of fun. There's a framing sequence not only at the beginning and end of the story, but each chapter as well. Aliens want to know if soulmates are real, so they kidnap Rogue and Gambit and put them through a myriad of fanfic tropes. And when it comes to time travel, this chapter hits all the right points you want in a across time romance in a bite size package.

Pearls of Wisdom by chitane ( @unleash-hell-little-one ) [ao3] [ff.net]

Rating: T | Universe: X-Men | Words: 4,838 | Chapters: 3 | Status: WIP | Date: Feb 26-Mar 20, 2021 |

Summary: After a mishap with one of Forge’s latest science projects, Rogue somehow finds herself 12 years into the past. AU Time Travel. 

Notes: I would love to see this fic continue. I want to know what happens. Rogue is in a position where she knows how things are supposed to play out, but doesn't *know* what it was actually like.

A More Perfect World by DemonaHw ( @demonahw ) [ao3]

Rating: T | Universe: XtAS/’97 | Words: 4,797 | Chapters: 2 | Status: WIP | Date: Jun 11, 2024-Jan 8, 2025 |

Summary: Newly arrived with the X-men, Remy LeBeau was growing accustomed to dying. Each time he did he woke up back in his bead on the morning of April 10th. But he could deal with that: he’d seen Groundhog Day and it wasn’t as if he had any plans. But he was starting to realise that

Notes: Yay! A time loop story at last. And, another story I really want to see continue. The novelty of living forever without consequences loses its appeal after a time, and the consequences of repeatedly dying remains even when the death doesn't. The fic really gives the reader something to think about.

[endwersed]

Snippet Sunday

I was tagged into WIP Wednesday earlier this week by the always amazing @dear-massacre & @seaweed-water ❤️ I know I'm delivering a little late - but here's a snippet from the upcoming chapter three of my Sterek High School AU, call it off!

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“The big fucking deal,” Lydia says through gritted teeth, “is that you’ve made us come to Theo fucking Raeken’s house just so that you can get some goddamn dick.”

And that, of course, is the exact moment Derek Hale chooses to walk into the room.

Instantly, his eyes are on Stiles. There is sharpness there, an intensity clouded in the pale light of his irises, and Stiles knows, immediately and implicitly, that he heard those words from Lydia, that there is no chance in hell that sentiment slipped over his head. He does not look happy it, either; not one fucking bit.

The plastic cup in Stiles’ grip crumples, slightly, with the twitch of his fingers. His cheeks flare with heat as he finds himself utterly, hopelessly incapable of looking away.

Derek’s feet move slowly as he walks over, walks towards their corner, his face twisted into a frown harsh enough to wrinkle up to his hairline. His eyes stay locked on Stiles, and only Stiles, with each and every step. Stiles tips his chin up into the air even as his skin flushes and his stomach sinks down to the soles of his feet.

Coming to a stop directly in front of them, Derek sets his shoulders back, his expression never loosening, never relaxing. He is not wearing his letterman jacket, Stiles cannot help but notice. That probably means it must be adorning Paige’s pretty little shoulders right now.

“Hi,” Derek says tightly.

No further words follow. His eyes do not leave Stiles. Tension is a thickness in the air that crawls under Stiles’ skin.

Lydia has always been smart, has always been perceptive, so it is no surprise at all to Stiles when she quickly turns to him with a crease between her eyebrows, a frown tugging at the corners of her mouth. Scott, thankfully, is still looking ahead at Derek as though nothing is amiss, as though nothing is strange or uncomfortable in the aura surrounding this interaction.

Stiles can only hold his breath and pray to god that Scott manages to speak first.

“Hey,” Scott says cheerily, thank god, thank god. “Good to see you, man.”

For less than a second, Derek’s eyes flick over to Scott. His gaze is right back onto Stiles before he even begins to speak in reply.

“Sure,” he says flatly. “Didn’t think you’d actually come.”

“Stiles insisted,” Lydia chimes in.

If she notices the way a muscle ticks in Derek’s jaw, notices it in the same way that Stiles immediately does – she does not say anything. Her eyes do narrow, though, and there is a refreshed sort of scrutiny to the purse of her mouth as she darts her gaze between them.

“Oh, yeah,” Scott grins, like this is all some big joke, like they are all in on it together. “Any chance your girlfriend’s cousin is around already? Stiles is dying to meet him.”

Derek’s mouth does not turn into anything even resembling a smile in return. He stares, long and hard and silent, at Stiles, his eyes never moving, his intensity never wavering. It is so horribly, palpably uncomfortable that even Scott begins to pick up on the vibe, his face falling out of the ease of his smile, his head swivelling between Stiles and Derek as his face screws into confusion.

He is not given the time to unpuzzle anything, though. Before anyone has the chance to say another word, Paige is bounding in to join them.

“Stiles!” Her smile is a thousand watts as she presses herself up against Derek’s side. His letterman jacket is the perfect complement over her summer dress. “You’re finally here!”

It takes a sharp breath and a ripple through his shoulders for Stiles to be able throw on a smile of his own. However forced that smile may be.

“I’m finally here,” he parrots back.

“Come on.” She uncurls her grip from her boyfriend’s arm to reach out for Stiles, wrapping those same delicate fingers around his wrist and beginning to tug him away. “Let me introduce you to Luke. He’s so excited to meet you.”

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No pressure tags! @crownofstardustandbone @demonicfaerie @eevylynn @lucky-bishop @renmackree ❤️

[hippolotamus]

Hippo New Year

tldr: what a fucking year. best wishes for 2025 and all that. the end ✨

expanded version:

actually, I'm delighted to report that, personally, this year was pretty uneventful. an absolute blessing compared to last year. although i lowkey adored the mini explosion of pygmy hippos 🦛 fandom on the other hand... hoo boy what a shit show. but that's not telling you anything you don't know. it definitely still had its highlights tho! take a speedrun with me, besties (under the cut because apparently i ramble a lot)

@this-is-bwr had a hell of a year, most notably by starting an original work that is nearly finished its first round. i'm so fucking excited and seriously don't think i could be more proud of you (although you will inevitably prove me wrong by doing some other incredible Thing) 🖤

@stereopticons finished and published an incredible, highly anticipated Schitt's Creek fic that's been in their WIPs for 2 years. Love a good exes-to-lovers with a healthy dose of miscommunication and meddling? go read gather up the avenues. you won't regret it, promise. i love you so much and look forward to our next year together. 🦦❤️🦛

learned i'm tumblr married to a witch (affectionate). when @bidisasterevankinard first brought up the idea of Buck and Tommy getting together, i was... (don't hate me) skeptical. definitely more in the 'ok, sure, we'll see' realm. oops. love you the mostest, babe (please don't divorce me) also, she graduates uni this year and has worked so fucking hard and i could not be more proud 😘💙

additionally, @diazsdimples became my tumblr husband! it has been such a fun year with you, James. From collabs we may or may not ever finish to Alfie and BEST to Ballet AU and Teddie... 2025 is shaping up to be a fucking delight. 💞

@dr-shortsighted-owl... YOU OWLFICIALLY BECAME DR OWL THIS YEAR. WHAT?! I know it's been a Journey™️ for you and it was amazing to see this happen for you. Also, I don't go here but if you're into fic for Jojo's bizarre adventure... she's your owl. 🦉❤️🦛

@eddiebabygirldiaz... jesus, what a year in fic for you (one day i'll catch up, i swear). but i really want to highlight that Ryan is making an original work(!!!) that i am legit frothing over. when it comes out, don't ask me what my plans are... i'll be reading that. so excited, dearest bee 💞🐝

speaking of original works, i'd be remiss if i skipped over @rewritetheending, who released margins earlier this year. I was instantly endeared by Alex & Elijah's story. i'm not exaggerating when i say that i think about 'Tell me about more.' every single day. i don't actually think i could coherently articulate the impact that had on me. it cut deep. well 👏 done 👏 and I can't wait for Adrian & Beau's story

psssst! did you know @spotsandsocks surpassed 1m words on ao3???? And she makes the cutest lil dragons 🥰 Spotty, I am eternally captivated by you 💞🐉

@doctorkinney, yes, Nolan, you are in fact my beloved. always 🪿💞🦛

@slightlyobsessedwitheverything i feel like you're (the most) singlehandedly responsible for helping turn me to the deep dark waters of multi-shipping lol I was already getting there but talking BEST, BuddieTommy, BuddieShannon, BuckShannon, etc has been incredibly cathartic and some of the most fun i've had this year. 💞🐝

also in the multi-shipping lane, huge hat tip to @bucksbignaturals for sucking me into the SalTommy void and deeper into Jeddie. what a ride 😅

@filet-o-feelings first of all, you joined the Dark Side and gave us such a sweet BuckTommy fic. Second, giving you so much love and hugs for all that's happened this past year, and all of the crossing all the things Amazing things yet to come

@daffi-990 gave us some truly remarkable Buddie reads this year, most notably stuck now so long, we just got the start wrong aka rival firefighters. so proud of you for finishing this one. it was an instant bookmark for me and everyone should definitely read it ❤️🚒

@steadfastsaturnsrings you are an eternal ray of positivity and i absolutely adore you for that. i love exchanging EddieShannon HC with you and hearing about your fic ideas. 💞 🪐

gonna give a big shout to @theotherbuckley for your amazing BuckTommy art, gifs, vids (that had me wheezing), fics and tweets (Chris calling oblivious Eddie out will always be gold to me) 💜

i feel like i could go on and on and on about every single one of you. in case you haven't guessed by now, cheerleading/providing yells is kinda my jam. while the beginning of the year (and beginning of April for some reason... idk... strange 😅 ) saw some moots disappear, this year also brought brand new friends that i'm having a blast getting to know. Looking at you @swiftiefirefighters, @mmso-notlikethat, @half-oz-eddie, @peppermintquartz, @inell, @herrmannhalsteadproduction, @lavenderleahy…

and ofc my eternal love and devotion to @elvensorceress 🐥💞🦛 @giddyupbuck @midsummersmorn @lemonzestywrites @bi-buckrights @beyourownanchor6 @bucksbiawakening @monsterrae1 @your-catfish-friend (positively feral over what's coming in the pipeline from you) @actuallyitsellie @statueinthestone @thelikesofus @wildlife4life LOML @lizzie-bennetdarcy @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @djdangerlove @wikiangela @thekristen999 @diazheartsbuckley @dangerpronebuddie @tizniz @kitteneddiediaz @a-noble-dragon @freewayshark @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @imtheiliad @singlethread and many more i couldn't fit here 🫶 😘

[fuckyesfeysand]

Welcome to our monthly prompt challenge! Creators can join us in making Feysand works (including fanfic, fanart, drabbles, moodboards, playlists or headcanons) each month with a themed prompt. Tag us at @fuckyesfeysand when you post to be reblogged.

More details about each prompt is shared below. We encourage you to share for WIP Wednesdays and a masterlist will be posted at the end of each month!

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April: Dreams and Nightmares

The High Lord and Lady of the Night Court hold special powers over the world of night. Whether it’s seeing each other through dreams, presenting the face of nightmares to Prythian, or plotting with the Court of Dreams, these two look beyond reality and into what could be.

May: Dark & Miserable Roads

All dark and miserable roads lead Under the Mountain. Feyre and Rhys have always been willing to walk into hell to protect the ones they love - whether it's Under the Mountain, experiencing death and resurrection, or facing the depths of their greatest fears. Their relationship was first forged Under the Mountain where they both understood what they would do for life and survival. Use this prompt to explore UTM, sacrifice, or the darkness that they have both waded through.

June: Taste the Skies Again

Emerging from that underworld, the open sky has always been important to both Feyre and Rhys. Whether they're taking comfort from the stars and the night sky, sharing confessions on an open balcony, or embracing the freedom of their wings, they look to the skies for strength, solace, and healing.

July: Through Others' Eyes

The High Lord and Lady of the Night Court are unlike any other rulers in Prythian's history - and their reputations precede them. Over many centuries, the Court of Nightmares worked hard to cultivate a terrifying mask, which then slowly chipped away during Prythian's time of need. Use this prompt to explore how Feyre and Rhys are seen through the eyes of other courts, High Lords, or humans and fae alike.

August: Myths & Fairytales

Explore AUs based in your chosen fairytales and myths!

September: Tear Apart the World

Death bargains, daemati communication, co-dependency, jealousy, possession...Feyre and Rhys have torn down any boundaries between them in service of their love, no matter how dangerous. These decisions might be toxic, passionate, or perilous - but either of them would give anything to keep their mate safe.

November: Historical AUs

Whether it's Ancient Greece, World War II, or the 1980's...Rhys and Feyre will find each other in any universe. Use this prompt to explore our favorite couple in any historical time period.

*Note: No prompts in October for Feysand Month and in December for Gift Exchange

[tgmsunmontue]

You look like a bad idea... 4/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - based on this idea here. Bradley is not a naval aviator. Canon deaths (it starts at Ice's funeral). Addiction and alcoholism (and recovery) mentions.

PART ONE TWO THREE

PART FOUR

                Jake definitely feels the same sentiment as Bradley. Fuck. He really needed that too, more than he thought he did. He’s used to going prolonged periods without sex. He isn’t a huge fan, but he’s able to deal with it, especially as he’s gotten older. Sometimes he might find something mutually beneficial for the duration of a deployment, but that hadn’t happened on the one he was just pulled from to join the Dagger Squadron for this particular attachment. Hell. If that’s the last time he has sex then at least it was good. He’d leave a five-star review if that was a thing, and the thought has him laughing a little.

                He hadn’t stopped and gotten Bradley’s number. But he knows he can get it a variety of ways, not least simply asking Trace for it. Hmm. If she’d actually give it to him, considering her warning. Ah well, he’s also happy to simply ring and ask Sarah Kazansky, even Maverick might have it for all he knows. Which also means Bradley can find him just as easily if he so desires.

                Hmm. On that notes he spies Maverick and sidles up to him, notes the small plate of food and wonders whether he should have some.

                “So pops, any advice on asking the son of an Admiral out?”

                Maverick looks at him, eyes a bit glassy and Jake wonders if it’s tears or whether Maverick has been drinking. Maverick is frowning, looking a little confused which definitely lends itself as evidence toward the drinking theory.

                “Hmm. Who?” Maverick asks then, popping a piece of food into his mouth and Jake scans his eyes over the remaining guests. Not that Bradley needs to be here for Jake to say his name, but just thinking about him seems to conjure him up because he’s there, standing on the top step of the porch wearing completely different clothes from the black suit and charcoal shirt he’d had on earlier. Now he’s wearing light-faded denim jeans, tears in the knees, a long-sleeved white shirt with a deep scooped neckline and holy fucking shit Jake can see red marks that he knows he left not that long ago. Over the top is a garishly patterned button-down with coloring that makes him wonder if Bradley is maybe color-blind.

                It’s an odd combination but he still looks confident and at home, is moving toward Sarah with intense focus and Jake notes that Maverick’s eyes follow him, before looking to see Jake also watching Bradley. Then Maverick is coughing, and Jake’s focus switches to him, the coughing loud but also Maverick has gone red faced. He’s coughing though, breathing, so he holds back the immediate reaction to pound him on the back.

                “You okay Mav? Can’t have you dying because a piece of food…” He doesn’t add that Maverick is the best chance they have at succeeding at this fucking suicide mission. It gets him a weak laugh, a hand wave and Maverick is breathing again, but Jake notes his eyes haven’t left Bradley.

                “You talking about Bradley?” Maverick asks, his face returning to a little more normal color while he sucks in breaths and Bob has come over with a glass of water, because of course he has. The look he gives Jake clearly implies he thinks Jake is to blame for Maverick’s coughing fit and he may have a point.

                “I just… think he looks interesting,” Jake says, deciding in the minute to err on the side of discretion. He is at a funeral.

                “Bradley and I… have a complicated history.”

                Oh fuck.

                “Okay…” Jake says, quiet and consideringly, because oh fuck…

                “I need to talk to him. Explain.”

                Explain what? Jake wants to ask, but doesn’t get to say anything before Maverick is rambling about bad feelings, apologies and time passing and that he made a lot of mistakes. Jake suspects that Maverick might be a little drunk. Or… upset. Or both.

                “I should go and talk to him…” Maverick states, and Jake and Bob exchange a look, Jake blowing out a breath and just shrugging his shoulders as Maverick strides away towards the house where Bradley has disappeared into. Definitely at home here then.

                “That sounds like a really messy break up…” Bob says and Jake pulls a face. So it’s not just him imagining that it sounded exactly like Maverick was having regrets about his failed relationship with Bradley.

                Well.

                Fuck.

                How in the hell can he ever compete with someone like Maverick?

                In the air? Sure. Jake knows he’ll get there one day, he doesn’t have the decades of experience that Maverick does. Looks wise? Maverick is a damned good-looking man, and clearly Bradley doesn’t mind the age thing if they were together previously.

                Maybe it’s a good thing he didn’t get his number after all.

FIVE

[angellayercake]

I never do WIP wednesday because all my wips are in writers block hell BUT I managed to finish a little something of something banchetto today to try and ruin @dolceterzo's life so I may as well share with everyone

So this is just one part of the chapter which will at some in the indefinable future be finished 🙃

Terzo x freader VERY NSFW and all that fun stuff. Anyway ...

Banchetto teaser/spoiler ahead

‘Fuck me.’ Although barely a whisper it comes out of you unbidden and you both freeze staring at each other in shock. The world continues turning, the television continues blaring the day time show you had been pretending to watch, the blankets change from comfortably warm to uncomfortably stifling. His stillness is almost unnerving as he tries to process what you just said. 

It may have not been what you were planning to say when you opened your mouth a moment ago but your demand wasn’t entirely unprompted. The morning had been unseasonably cold, something Terzo had taken as a personal offence, by the time you had reached his quarters the fire was roaring and he was sequestered under, in your opinion, an excessive amount of blankets. After bringing him his breakfast he had insisted you joined him. 

‘I can't feel my toes, cara mia! What if my fingers are next?’ He cries mournfully, wiggling his fingers under the blanket. You wait him out, holding his plate and coffee mug out patiently until he relents with a dramatic huff. He wriggles until his arms are free of the blanket and takes them from you, pouting all the while and muttering to himself as he takes a bite out of his toast. 

‘It is as if I woke up in the Arctic.’ He takes a sip of his coffee. ‘See if I spend one more winter in this frozen place.’ Another larger bit of toast. ‘I should be in the Bahamas or somewhere nice. Warm.’ You watch him fondly as he finishes off his breakfast, grumbling all the while. 

‘Is there anything else I can do for you this morning Terzo?’ He gives you a sidelong glance refusing to give up his frown just yet but there is a twinkle in his eye you know means his mood is already lifting. 

‘I fear there is but one thing that will save my fingers and toes.’ He almost keeps a straight face but the corners of his lips give him away lifting as he tries and fails not to be amused by his own idea. ‘You must join me here cara mia, share your body heat so your Papa doesn’t freeze to death.’ 

‘And that is the only way to save you?’ You have no plans to refuse him, there is nothing for you to do for a while anyway and it would take a stronger person to refuse an opportunity to snuggle with this ridiculous man. 

‘The only way! You would not let me freeze to death would you?’ He looks at you pleadingly as you take the plate and mug from him and set them on the side table.

‘No I would not, I would miss you too much.’ He lifts the blanket with a much more genuine smile, until you don’t move quite fast enough for his liking, a scowl overtaking his face as watches you step out of your shoes before he hurries you under the blankets before too much cold air can get it. And so you found yourself held as close as you could possibly get, under the guise of helping him keep warm. He was pressed against your back, chest to thigh, your neck pillowed on one of his arms which was now looped around you, his hand caressing your shoulder through the fabric of your jumper. His other arm laid against your thigh as he had wandered his fingers down the side seam of your skirt, before resting on the curve of your hip. 

As impatient as he may have been with you he clearly appreciated your forethought, wasting no time intertwining his feet with yours. Even though you had both unspokenly acknowledged his thorough exaggeration you are momentarily shocked by the chilly temperature of his toes even through his socks.Before long your shared body heat does the job creating a cosy and relaxed bubble where the two of you can while away the morning. You are content, and so is he for a time but whether it had been his plan all along or whether he just couldn’t help himself, his wandering, fidgeting hands become a distraction.

The hand that had been resting on your hip gives him away first slowly bringing the hem of your skirt up your thighs inch by inch until you can feel his warm fingers against bare skin. You let him continue, unable to conjure even one reason why you should stop him. The anticipation builds as you wait for him to make his next move. Fingers creeping teasingly slow across the top of your thigh while you feign interest in the day time telly that was playing out quietly across the room. If someone was to ask you to explain what was happening you wouldn’t have a clue but you do so enjoy these little games the two of you play together. 

He stops just shy of your underwear, tracing teasing circles against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The barest pressure of  the side of his finger skims you through your underwear as he strokes you and it takes all the will power you possess not to squirm and grind down for more. It feels like forever as he keeps pushing and pushing. Giving you nothing but the barely there back and forth of his fingers. Even though you can’t see it like this his smirk is palpable as your wetness starts to seep through the infuriating material that bars you from his touch. How could you be blamed for your patience finally snapping?

The few seconds since you spoke stretch like hours as he gapes at you, fingers still poised between your legs. You catch his eye over your shoulder trying to gauge his reaction but as you shift you feel the tell tale bulge against your ass. From your forwardness or his teasing you aren’t sure but his obvious arousal gives you the confidence you need to try to spur him back to action. 

Stuck in this awkward position there is only one thing you can think to try. Moving deliberately as you hold his gaze you grind your hips back, pressing your ass against his bulge. He sucks in a sharp breath, his hips twitching towards the friction and his grip tightening on your shoulder. 

‘Terzo,’ you say, not even trying to suppress the whine in your voice. ‘Stop teasing and fuck me.’ You grind your hips back against him again to punctuate your words and it is only the combination that seems to crash him back to reality. He takes advantage of how you have twisted to look at him, kissing you clumsily. He misses your lips entirely on the first try, his shock and eagerness overwhelming his usual self control. When he finally captures your lips he doesn’t relent, lapping at your lips determinedly until you open for him then shifting trying to untangle himself from your limbs and the blankets.

‘You are sure?’ He questions, showing an unexpected hesitance as he hovers over you, his hand still warm against your thigh and still not offering you more than a tease of pleasure. It’s not that you had been deliberately waiting. You knew from experience there was no right time and it’s not even something the two of you had discussed. It had been an unspoken arrangement to allow your relationship to progress and in this exact moment you knew you needed him now. With your voice now caught somewhere in your throat you can only nod frantically to reassure him before pulling him in for another intoxicating kiss. 

His fingers firm up against you finally dispensing with the teasing touches and instead exploring, checking if you were ready to take him. He finds the wet patch again easily, not even needing to find your entrance, you can't help but grind down against his hand confirming what he must already know, you need nothing but him inside you as soon as possible. 

Your patience wearing thin you find his waistband, thankful he had yet to change out of his lounge pants so you can impatiently push down and free his cock. It takes some manoeuvring, becoming slightly awkward in that way that first times tangled in blankets tended to be. There is  barely enough room for him to twist between your legs and it's too hot considering you were both still mostly dressed but you don’t want to stop. He attempts to slide your knickers down your hips but he is already between your legs and the thought of him moving away from you instead of closer, closer, closer, in order to remove them has you slap his hands away. 

With little effort you pull the gusset to the side, hooking your calf around the back of his thighs to pull him close enough to line up the blunt head of his cock with your entrance. His hips jerk forward the moment he can feel your wet heat but you hiss, the slick still not quite enough to soothe the initial stretch. He pulls back blinking at you owlishly. 

‘Did I hurt you?’ His worry overtakes him and he begins to pull away bracing his knees on the sofa cushion beneath you. You shake your head, tightening your legs around him, enjoying the soft give of his hips against your thighs.

‘It’s ok,’ you sound breathless but you don’t care, only able to focus on getting what you want. Inelegantly you spit into your hand, the only quick solution coming to your mind. Prepared for his reaction this time, you swipe over his cock anticipating how he thrusts into your palm and hoping the cursory improvised lube will be enough because you need him now. You barely have to line him up before he is taking over, pushing into you in one hurried thrust. Gasping into each others mouths you stare, still somewhat wide eyed and surprised that you are suddenly fucking. 

The stillness breaks you first but trapped as you are between the tangled blankets and his welcome weight on top of you you can hardly take control. You wiggle your hips to no avail so resort instead to baring down, squeezing him tight inside you his reaction almost instant snapping out of his lust induced daze only to give you a smirk. 

‘Quanto è impaziente la mia ragazza,’ he says, brushing his nose along yours until he can press a kiss to your cheek that might almost be considered chaste if his cock wasn’t buried to the hilt inside you. He trails kisses down your face to your jaw, nuzzling at the joint until you give in with a sigh, tipping your head back to offer your neck up to him. He sucks and nibbles at your skin as he finally, finally moves, the pull out agonisingly slow despite the relief that he was moving at last.    

It feels indescribably good as you move together, not frantic and fast as you might have imagined it, and you imagined it a lot. Not too slow either, just right. Good. He loses purchase once, twice before giving up on holding any space between you, resting his soft body against yours. It is your turn to wrap yourself around him craving to feel every inch possible pressed against you even as you curse the layers of clothes you hadn’t bothered to remove. 

Next time, you think with a thrill, certain as you are there will be a next time, you will make sure you can feel all of him. A shudder wracks through your body, mostly from the way he is grinding his hips, rubbing back and forth against your gspot in a way that has the beginnings of your climax curling in your belly. But also the thought of the future of feeling his soft skin pressed against yours, tickling hair and beads of sweat. Now you had a taste you weren’t sure you could wait.   

His lips find yours again as your bodies move together, kissing you deeply until you can hardly tell where you end and he begins. A shudder passes through you after an especially deep roll of his hips, your whole body tensing as your orgasm starts to build. He breaks the kiss with a grunt, resting his sweat-dampened forehead against yours. 

‘Cazzo!’ He groans. ‘Sto per venie.’ He seems as if he is speaking to himself, pleasure glazed eyes blinking at you slowly. His eyes regain focus locking onto yours and you feel that pleasurable shudder run through you again. 

‘I need to feel you cum on my cock mia cuocoina.’ His hands grip your hips holding you still as he starts to fuck you harder, his precise thrusts pushing you closer and closer to the edge. His upper body covers yours, his comforting weight and more deliberate attentions making your breath come shallow and fast until your head is spinning. You grip his shoulders tightly needing something to ground yourself as. WIth a growl he shakes off the blanket, kneeling back so he can fuck in to you even harder. You would miss his closeness if you didn’t feel so connected by his burning gaze and iron grip on your hips, pulling you back to meet his every thrust. 

Even without the blankets the heat between you is stifling as you both hurtle towards your climax. You can’t even speak, barely lucid enough to keep breathing when his thrusts begin to stutter and lose rhythm. His thumb finds your clit rubbing barely in time with his thrusts but it's enough and you cum with a gasp, your hands gripping his waist like your life depends on it. 

‘Fuck, fuck, FUCK!’ He moans as he rides out the pulses of your climax. He throws his head back with a groan pushing as deep inside you as he can as his orgasm overtakes him, his thrusts shallowly matching the pulsing of his cock. He pants for breath above you, his cheeks pink from the exertion but a smile creeps over his face that you can’t help but match. 

‘Fuck,’ you sigh, still feeling light headed with pleasure. As you look at him you feel a rush of feelings you still don’t quite want to put a name to but you push aside those thoughts for now to focus on the moment. Using what little strength you can muster you open your arms and he eagerly accepts, his exhaustion already creeping up on him. 

‘Fuck,’ he murmurs into your chest as he settles in your arms. Your fingers wind your way into his damp hair, smoothing the strands from his forehead so you can drop a gentle kiss in its place. He sighs contentedly, his eyes drifting closed. The telly continues playing the unwatched mid morning drama but nothing could pull your attention from the man falling asleep in your arms.  

[simplegenius042]

WIP Wednesday & Last Lines

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WIP Wednesday for The Silver Chronicles (FC5 Harbinger AU & Coroner AU) and Last Lines for my FO4 WIP A Symbol For A Better World from A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore. Read below the cut:

First WIP snippet is for my FC5 Harbinger AU, where Elsa Omar and Ezekiel are alive during the Reaping but Silva went missing some time ago. Starring Mary May Fairgrave, as she processes the dreadful return of the menace that is Elsa Omar during an active war with a cult. Of all the times she could have possibly shown up, Mary May will be adamant that this is the worst. Read below:

When Ma was still alive, she always had a kind of sixth sense to her. Like she'd know something foreboding was coming way before it occurred.

Whether it be checking on Mary herself before she came down with a nasty cold as a child, taking old Littlebit to the local vet months before she passed, waiting outside with arms crossed as Drew staggered home after he snuck out for a party and was forced on bed rest to recover, or most strange of all, bursting into tears a little over an hour when Pa was usually supposed to be home with the Widowmaker, on the night he died.

Mary chalked it up to Ma just having a better intuition than most people she knew (like her brother-), and didn't think much else on it, and definitely didn't entertain the notion of Casey's suggestion that Ma was "intertwined with the spirits" or something similar to that after mentioning that fact to him during a sad drunken ramble.

Mary scoffed at the idea even now; Ma was no where close to being as "spiritually adept" as Casey claimed to be. She was no-nonsense, tough and fair to all of them. And above all else, she had a realistic, if sometimes pessimistic, view of the world.

The fact Pa mentioned once that when he met Ma, she had been in some kind of goth stage, and was apart of a "coven" of "sisters" whom she had still been in contact with by the time Mary and Drew were around and went out for fortnightly "secret catch-ups" of "reading" and "candle-making" were entirely irrelevant outliers.

Mary shook her head from that trail of thought as she tried to focus on stocking a select few alcohol bottles she'd been tasked with making molotovs of for the Resistance. The dark cloud that hung over head only grew, demanding her attention as a bad feeling stirred in her gut.

Sometimes, she pondered, I wonder if this is what it felt like for Ma.

Perhaps she inherited that sixth sense. That knowing dread that something sincerely bad, or at least something that was going to suck, was about to occur.

She considered it to be the cult's rampant terrorism and kidnapping; after years of buying off and stealing properties, bullying Fall's End, and destroying the bonds of countless families and neighbors while the local law enforcement did nothing, they finally showed their true colors.

Mary May could still feel the faint painful itch of the tattoo that fucking psycho, John Seed, gave to her before the clinic got it removed.

She frowned as her head began to hurt; the dark cloud now giving her a goddamn headache.

Something bad was coming. Mary May eyed behind her, blue eyes landing on the shotgun stashed under her counter. Ready to send any one of those filthy fuckers to their awaiting vacant seat in Hell.

What else could it be but the Peggies? she'd thought to herself as the dark cloud seemed to knock harder at her mind, Not like there could be anything worse than them, right?

Oh, how she could be so, so wrong.

When she heard the doors of the Spread Eagle open, the dark cloud disappeared. She heard no commotion from the other tenants in her bar, no guns rattling off outside, no tires screeching announcing the arrival of Eden's Gate. In just a moment, her nerves relaxed.

Until she heard her speak.

"Oh, Mary May~!"

Her heart dropped to her stomach. No. Dread recoiled into her intestines. No! The bottle she was inspecting slipped from her hand, landing on the wooden planks. Not breaking, but rolling, contents wasted in a growing spillage. No, no, no!

The brunette slowly glimpsed behind her, until she was staring at the fiend herself.

Elsa Omar.

Her blonde hair wasn't as wild as she remembered it to be, neatly braided into a menagerie of dreadlocks that must have taken a ridiculous number of hours to tend to. Her teal eyes gleaned her environment like a viper, her lips quirked up into a smirk - not a smile.

She was dressed in a blue celeste dress complimented by a white long-sleeved shirt, contrasting her deep olive complexion. Not the most practical choice of clothing, especially for the Reaping, but Mary knew Elsa to not be the most practical person.

Unless it's to fuck over someone, she reminded herself, glaring daggers at her ex-lover.

From the door frame, she spotted another figure who poked his head from behind Elsa and sent a genuine smile over Mary's way.

"Hey Mary May," the man greeted, a companion of Elsa's that the bartender was all too familiar with.

"Hi, Ezekiel," she returned the greeting, though not as enthused as his had been. Unlike Elsa, Mary held no ill-will towards Ezekiel, nor had she any for Elsa's reclusive older sister.

Elsa was the one who hurt her, and Mary was sure-fire to not allow Elsa to hurt her again.

Last Lines snippet is for my Coroner!Silva AU (this is just a general AU during the Reaping and not my WIP No Snake, Only A Boa In The Garden which is set in a No Reaping AU), where Silva is tasked by Whitehorse to work with Charles Lindsey as they are the closest qualified individuals who have the knowledge and experience to either work on a human body or keep something living alive, in the least qualified scenario. Read more below:

Earl looked to them with tired eyes, gaze seeking confirmation from the two of them.

"Can I count that you both will do as best as you can with tending to our wounded through this whole thing?" he asked of them.

Silva gave a glance to Lindsey, who shared it. Neither were qualified to be medical professionals; at least towards people. Lindsey being a veterinarian and Silva being a coroner were further from the most ideal circumstances given the situation.

A proper medic would have been better than them.

But that's not to say neither Silva nor Lindsey weren't unfit for the task; Silva had a great grasp on the human body and she was sure Lindsey knew how to keep a living being alive, or at least functional.

They turned their gazes back to the sheriff and gave an affirming nod in response.

Satisfied, Earl left them in the makeshift medical wing as he went off to find Tracey or Virgil.

Both Silva and Lindsey turned to each other, standing in awkward silence.

Lindsey coughed, gesturing to the Cougar fighters in the wings beds, all suffering varying states of consciousness and pain, asking, "Shall we?"

Silva glanced to the large number of wounded there were. She could feel an ache pound inside her skull, reminding her she was too sober for this. She let out a sigh, "Let's get to work."

Another last line snippet for my FO4 WIP A Symbol For A Better World, where the Sole Survivor of Vault 111, Nate Gust Sarid, has the worst fucking luck upon reaching the surface of his vault, as he found himself at the mercy of a Deathclaw. Read below:

Oh God, Nate came to the dreadful realization, I'm going to die.

He struggled to squirm in the frightening grip of the beast... this monster. His legs tried to kick up against the horned creature's muscular arm, though he knew his efforts were futile.

I can't die like this. I have to save Shaun, Nate desperately plead in silence, his ribs straining against the compressing weight of the beast's claws.

His plea fell on mute ears, the world continuing the events playing through his mind now.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

hiii may i request some mafia boyos? ❤️❤️ hope you’ll have a great week Aerie!

WIP Wednesday (5/28)| Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 322)

Kevin flinches just slightly, but Jean squeezes his shoulders yet again. It's magnificent to think he had a calm down button all this time and Andrew never knew. How handy it could've been!

"I'm not gay. I like... women too, sometimes."

"Still not straight." Andrew points out. He has no idea what this conversation is about anymore. But arguing pedantics with Kevin Day is something he remembers like the back of his hand. He falls into it and Kevin pushes back, looking just as aggravated as he used to whenever Andrew would make a game of pissing him off.

"I said it was easier. I never said I was."

"Touché," Andrew says, but he pronounces it wrong. Toosh. Jean's face pinches hilariously.

"Andrew," Neil begins, drawing Andrew's attention. Oh, how had he lost it? "We were talking about you joining Kevin's team."

"Oh right. No." Andrew tells Kevin. "By the way, Moreau, you need to work on your caramel. Gritty."

"What are you now, a food critic?" Jean says contemptuously. At his tone something lights in Andrew's chest. He locks eyes with a pair of gray ones.

"I'm the man who saved your boyfriend's life. And the man he kissed during a panic attack. And the man who looked for him for six fucking hours the night he disappeared. For all the trouble he gave me, I think you owe me decent caramel. Do you disagree?"

Jean's mouth opens and he looks down at Kevin before turning his gaze back on Andrew. Then he and Kevin are passing French words back and forth and Andrew doesn't understand any of it, but it sounds sort of... nice. Just as it had out of Neil's mouth earlier. As if on cue, Neil jumps into their conversation and Jean looks at Andrew yet again before answering him. Neil raises his hands and backs off, leaving the two alone.

"Care to fill me in, Neil? I've never learned the art of gibberish." Andrew says in German, halting the French. Neil doesn't get a chance to translate to any language before Jean steps out from behind Kevin's chair. He swallows and Andrew watches his throat move.

"Thank you." He says in English. "For taking care of him. I'll work on the caramel. It will be better next time." Then he turns on his heel and goes back to the kitchen. Andrew blinks at his retreating form, wondering if Hell has just frozen over. From the looks on Kevin and Neil's faces, they're wondering the same.

[hyperthusiast]

To celebrate the completion of my longest fic yet (115,106 words - how the fuck did that happen???), I thought I'd share all my current Hazbin Hotel fic plans! (Yeah, this is partially so I have a written list, cause I keep adding more.)

Red with Envy

Obviously, this is still my AppleMedia WIP, and I have no idea how long it's going to end up being. I have a rough idea of the next 5-6 chapters, but I'll be honest, I don't know where it's going after that. (And no, that is NOT a good ending point; there is a very big issue that will need to be solved, I just currently have no idea how that will be done.)

Cherri Bang Fic

I'm writing a fic for @cherribangevent but I can't share much about it. All I can say is that it will be StaticApple.

A Killer Internship (working title)

This will be another long RadioStatic fic, that will start when they're alive and go into post-Season 1. In life, Vox (then Victor) interns at a radio station under Alastor, but his eyes are set on the prize money for catching the local serial killer. The two men become close, and Victor struggles with some of the things he's feeling for his boss (it's the 20s, so yeah, we're getting internalized homophobia from Mr. Gotta-Be-the-Perfect-Son - daddy issues thrown in for free!), but eventually the shoe drops, and Alastor realizes that Victor's gotten too close to learning the truth and their goals are not compatible. Years later, the old friends reunite in Hell, and Vox is determined that things will be different this time when he approaches his old mentor for an internship under a new name. It's a fresh start, and it has to go better than how things went on Earth - right?

Virgin Sacrifice

This is a StaticApple fic that also takes place when Vox was alive, and it's not as smutty as the title makes it sound. Vox is the leader of a devil-worshipping cult, and he's decided to attempt a summoning. It may be risky, but he has several virgin followers that he's convinced to offer themselves as a sacrifice. Except when Lucifer appears before them, he's not interested in any of them. He's only interested in Vox, and he's... not what Vox expected. And now there's a risk that Vox hadn't anticipated - that he might actually be falling for the devil. Side note: This fic has the potential for a sequel, depending on demand, which would take place with Vox and Lucifer meeting again after Season 1. But there would be a strong possibility for that going in an AppleMedia direction cause Alastor is demanding, and he'd have to be involved.

Cruel Mercy

This is another long AppleMedia fic, and is the one I have the least planned for currently. Vox miscalculated when he attacked the Hazbin Hotel. He'd thought he'd be able to destroy Alastor and his little pet project once and for all, but instead he's ended up at the wrong end of an angelic spear. Except, Little Miss Bleeding Heart wants to offer him a chance, all he has to do is join the Hazbin Hotel. It's the last thing that Vox wants - or perhaps the second to last thing because he also doesn't want to die. So, he agrees. Vox joins the Hazbin Hotel under the constant supervision of both Alastor and Lucifer, and if this is what mercy feels like, it's suspiciously similar to torture.

And that's all I have right now! (Hopefully all I'll have for a while, cause it'll take me forever to get through all of these.) Right now, I'm just focusing on Red with Envy and my Cherri Bang fic, but I'm so excited for all of these.

[alchamy34]

Why Wonderbat Works

Okay, so this isn't meant to offend batcat shippers, I'm am just talking about a ship I adore so much.

So Bruce and Diana may seem like oil and water opposites but they aren't. That's just what some shows want fans to think, and unfortunately I fell for it until I found out about wonderbat.

The reason that animated movies won't make it a canon relationship is because it will be healthy and heartwarming. They are both stubborn and believe in justice as well as sharing similar wounds. And that in their childhood they had the same goals. To fight evil and protect the people. Sure Superman had that kinda goal but he had a completely different form of motivation for it.

I like wonderbat because the dark brooding bat with the immortal strong willed justice warrior princess works.

Diana could help Bruce become better mentally, she isn't afraid of him with the costume on. She cares for him and inspires him.

Batman is terrifying to criminals, hell some of the other league members fear him. But Diana sees through that, and also through the billionaire playboy persona. So it can be difficult for Bruce to push her away. That just makes the ship even more compelling.

Obviously I liked Justice League unlimited because of the ship. It just has so much potential and even today fans are rooting for it.

Another reason why I love wonderbat is because Diana loved Steve Trevor, she later liked Bruce. Why? I know they're nothing alike but it makes sense in the DCEU. When Diana met Steve, she was naive, but determined. She knew very little about Man's World. But when Bruce came into her life, she was more mature and aware of society as well as mastering the skill of fitting in. She knew better. Past Diana needed Steve Trevor to learn and grow but present Diana is there for Bruce because she already became the woman that the dark knight needs in his life.

So the ship makes sense in the movies and the cartoon. It's cute, humorous and teaches the fans something. It's still so popular that I was writing a fanfic about it. It's still a WIP but I'm trying to be accurate on it. I really want to actually join the wonderbat community.

[diino8081]

posting this unfinished wip of a ninjago x steven universe infection type comic i made back in around april

no idea if i'll finish it but i was scrolling through ibispaint and decided why not post

(ignore the fuckass car from page 2 lmao i have no idea how cars work anymore and to draw them is the bane of my existance)

the basic concept was that the diamonds were experimenting with a new technology to create gems; they created a species of gem that i called a gembug, but the name probably won't be official.

the gembugs were sent down through injectors and essentially what they do is they come in contact with something living, fusing with it and turning it into a gem

this happens to zane first and his gem replaces his power core. he is still titanium

for the others' gem types they are as follows:

nya is aquamarine

lloyd is malachite

pixal is moonstone

cole is a black sapphire but he also has some orange on him (the pattern is similar to the uncorrupted gems like jasper)

kai is unakite

jay is sodalite

wu is onyx

garmadon is black charoite

skylor is amber because of course

harumi is jade

dareth is boulder opal

(loosely written but becomes more structured near the end)

as for how the story plays out, this is set just before seabound. after zane gets hit by the bug, kai calls the team to warn them to stay away from the injectors. nya answers the call, asking if zane's alright. lloyd says to regroup at base. cole and jay don't pick up.

he and zane return to the monastery. kai has to keep away from physical contact as it's likely infectious (not sure for certain but something along those lines. maybe it's akin to a beacon, you touch an infected and it summons a horde of gembugs)

as for the reason why jay and cole didn't pick up, they were investigating an injector that was too far out for comms. cole ends up infected first and then makes contact with jay, infecting him too. they end up sending pixal closer to their location and in range of comms. she tells them to return to the monastery and look out for the injectors.

when everyone's returned, zane is not doing good. cole and jay seem slightly worse too. i think they put zane in a different room since he's further down the infection, just one of their villain holding cells. pixal is running scans on all of them. while she does this, jay accidentally bumps into nya. nya brushes it off, she'll be fiiiiine.

cole and jay get similarly put into holding cells, pixal investigates further. there isn't really anything obvious except she's detecting faint remnants of gemstones in each of them. as if their flesh is turning into rocks. she doesn't detect anything in zane as he's made out of the same element as his gem

while this happens, lloyd sends out a message to the commissioner to keep people away from the injectors and to isolate if infected, avoiding contact with others.

suddenly zane poofs and the gang freak out. the gem is bubbled and disappears. (the diamonds are about to infodump to patient 0 and the others will likely join them up there soon)

cole poofs now too and jay is panicking. there is a tic tic tic sound as they spot one of the gembugs just kinda standing there.

then all hell breaks loose. there's like a hundred of them that burst through one of the doors. jay stays behind to delay them, insisting he'll be ok as he's already infected anyways. he does hold them off but eventually ends up poofing too.

the 4 (pix, kai, nya and lloyd) run to their escape, using the land bounty to drive away from the monastery. they drive past the city but see people getting infected in droves. they pick up a few survivors along the way.

they drive off to the sea of sands to try to get to the junkyard. the bugs are quite far away. nya feels guilty and admits she may be what's luring the gembugs to them, due to making contact with jay before and not telling anybody.

they all say their goodbyes (contactless of course) and nya leaves the land bounty, the group driving away as she walks closer to the bugs scampering about in the far distance.

a walk. a jog. a sprint. nya summons water around her, forming into a giant tornado of spinjitzu. the gembugs being tossed around in a final blow from the elemental master of water. the tornado carries itself into a completely different direction than the junkyard or the city.

the team see it move over the horizon before it disappears.

they eventually arrive to the junkyard, setting up a camp. ed and edna are uninfected and happy to help. they are sure this spot is safe due to nobody else being infected and it being too far out for the bugs to find any time soon.

meanwhile at homeworld:

zane wakes up confused, looking around him to see 3 giant colour-coded women along with 3 smaller people too. they each have a gem somewhere on their body which is interesting. "oh look, it's a titanium! those are rare" says the blue one

the yellow one looks uninterested but watches anyways. the white one smiles before speaking.

she essentially just infodumps this whole operation they have going here and how the gems work. blue notices psychically that 2 more of them have turned into gems, teleporting them with a bubble. patients 0, 1 and 2. the first 3 to become infected.

they take a little while to form, cole coming out first, followed by jay. both are shocked by their new appearances and how they each only have 1 eye. cole having a large one in the middle of his face while jay has one of them replaced by his gem, similar to an eyepatch.

"a black sapphire and a sodalite! welcome welcome!"

"is that sapphire off colour?" yellow whispers

cole puts a hand on zane's shoulder. "zane! what the fuc-"

he covers his mouth with a hand. "excuse us for a minute"

zane turns them both around and pulls jay out of his space fanboying and into the conversation as well. "don't freak out, but i believe these three entities are equivalent to the first spinjitzu master. the species is some kind of sentient gemstone? these three are diamonds. they were the ones to send down the injectors. as an 'experiment'"

"experiment?" jay questions. "is that why i'm blue? why cole has one eye?"

"i believe so. they were trying to figure out how to create more of their species organically."

"well i'd say it sure worked." cole sighs. "i miss having depth perception already."

and then from that point i'm not really sure what happens

i guess gems and ninjago inhabitants coexist? i mean yes, the new gems will be kinda annoyed about losing their old forms but the gem forms are definitely stronger and more durable.

since the diamonds rule over all gems there would definitely be some independence battles since they were turned unwillingly. a trial maybe

those from ninjago would win the trial and be able to live regularly (albeit with new gem forms and gem tech)

i think earth and the crystal gems would help out too and then era 3 would begin

yeah that would work

ok thanks for reading feel free to add to this

[mari-positas]

wip wednesday

thank you for the tags angels 💕 @ezrasbirdie @mothandpidgeon @atticrissfinch @mermaidgirl30 @sawymredfox @janaispunk

i unfortunately have been distracted (and by a non fictional man no less) and none of my wips changed since the last game. but, after getting that photo of jackson joel earlier today, i was looking in my drafts and found an outline of a wip i never finished and i just might now that i have a sudden boost of inspo.

it’s called you never thought i’d run which is inspired by both better man and all too well (10 minute version), which are my favorite songs off of red tv. that album may have gotten knocked out of my top 3, but it still holds a special place in my heart.

*this is not fleshed out AT ALL, it is literally from an outline but it is all i have to offer for the time being lmao.

“Take the goddamn jacket,” Joel snaps, trying to thrust his khaki colored jacket into your trembling hands. “You’re gonna freeze to death out here in nothin’ but that little skirt.”

“And so what if I do? Why do you care, anyway?” you seethe, your heart pounding painfully hard against your ribcage. “Why the hell do you care about what happens to me?”

His eyes soften. He knows better than to say it, but he foolishly does so anyway. “Y’know I care about you, darlin’. I never stopped carin’ about you. I never will.”

And that’s all it takes.

Those words. That look on his face.

That’s all it takes to make you snap. 

You step forward and shove him with both hands, but you’re not strong enough to push him very far.

“Fucking asshole!” you shout at him. “You can’t fucking do that! You’re not allowed to do that to me!”

“Baby, calm down—”

Curling your hands into fists, you start beating them against his broad chest. “You can’t do this to me!”

Joel doesn’t stop you. He doesn’t even try.

np tags! @mrsmando @missredherring @ozarkthedog @penvisions @pascalssbabyy @freelancearsonist @cowgurrrl @pr0ximamidnight @thelightsandtheroses and anyone else who wants to join!

[bellaxgiornata]

Honestly I cannot believe that I've been on tumblr for just over a year now and somehow there's already so many of you wonderful people here that are reading, enjoying, and supporting my silly little fics. When I jumped over here from AO3, I had not anticipated how much fun I was going to have getting to chat with all of y'all while also sharing my stories with those of you who aren't on AO3. I've definitely made some wonderful friends this past year because of tumblr and I just want to say thank you to everyone for the support. I always mean it when I say y'all are the reason I keep writing these stories 💖

I could certainly get sappier but instead I'll just invite y'all to join me for my first ever celebration! There's a few fun things below the cut that y'all can pop up with in my ask box starting today May 3 through Wednesday May 8! I tried to think of some interesting things that I could realistically make time to do with everything currently going on in my life, especially because I'm also still trying to stockpile rough drafts for many of my stories so that I can still have updates during my upcoming "writing hiatus" (that I'll explain more about later). My plan is to answer things as they come in and hopefully have them all finished shortly after the celebration ends. And once the celebration finally ends, I'm hoping to give y'all an update to a story or a one shot!

Hopefully this will be fun for everyone!

Let's Chat! - Feel free to send me an ask about anything at all! No, seriously. You want to tell me about your day? An upcoming vacation or exciting accomplishment of yours? Do it! Or maybe you want to ask me questions about one of my stories or my writing process? Hell, feel free to ask me about myself, chat about coffee, music, books, pets, whatever!

Discuss Headcanons with Me! - Have any headcanons about Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, or Michael Kinsella that you want to chat about or share with me? Send them in! Or are you interested in a headcanon I might have about one of them in a certain situation? Feel free to ask! We can chat about the boys!

Send Me Fake FFTD Installment Titles! - Create a title name for an installment for my Falling for the Devil series (ex. "The [insert title]") and I'll write a couple of sentences about what I could picture that installment being about! You win bonus points if you can actually stump me on coming up with a plot for your title. But also who knows, maybe some title suggestions could spark an idea for future updates...

Let's Play a Game! - We can play would you rather, have you ever, or fuck/marry/kiss (or kill). For the record, f/m/k can be with anyone from Daredevil, Punisher, Defenders, Kin, or even any of Charlie's characters that I'm familiar with (Matt, Michael, Owen, Henry, Tristan, or Adam) or those of Jon's that I'm familiar with (mainly Frank, Shane, or Julian). If you can think of another game feel free to play it with me!

Ask the Boys! - Do you enjoy my weird internal dialogues with fictional characters that probably make me sound crazy? Great! Feel free to send me an ask to either one or all of the fictional men that live in my head (Matt, Frank, and/or Mikey) and I'll relay whatever they respond with in something of a short internal dialogue!

Request a Sneak Peak! - Since I have been stockpiling quite a few WIPs and rough drafts for a couple of months now, I am open to y'all just requesting a sneak peak. If you do, I will share a snippet from a fic I choose at random from something that's either a fully finished rough draft or still a work in progress!

**You're more than welcome to participate multiple times, but all I ask is that you (1) send things in separate asks, (2) are not rude to me or anyone else, and (3) are 18+ to discuss anything spicy (this is an 18+ blog anyway so I'd hope everyone here already is).**