#mind the ao3 tags

[mvpanda1]

Daniel is having the time of his life. Shining sun, clear calm waters, a yacht full of the best friends a guy could ask for, and the love of his life. Max. It’s hard to believe they are here together now. Out in the open. No longer sneaking into empty rooms or dark corners. They have been inseparable the entire trip—two becoming one in every way possible. His friends don’t care, they’re just happy Daniel finally feels comfortable enough to be himself. OR Daniel is having the time of his life until he isn't.

a part of the @thankyoudanielfest

[kg-clark-inthedark]

For @dhkinktober2024 Week 2 - Fighting/Wrestling (and added in one of the extra themes, Choking)

Relationship: Corvo Attano/Daud

Words: 4,723

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Summary:

It's been 2 years since Corvo’s world fell apart. His wound has yet to close, mirrored by that which he carved into Dunwall itself. But despite all the bloodshed, the assassin who started it all was spared his wrath. Daud has been haunted by that fateful decision ever since, so one rainy night he waits in the dark for Corvo, content to accept whatever punishment comes his way as long as he gets to ask why. Little does he know, that’s the last question Corvo wants to hear.

(In which Corvo gives Daud the angriest handjob of all time.)

Excerpt: (below the cut)

“I don’t owe you an explanation,” I dismiss, as if I would even have one to offer if I were willing. Daud frowns, fervor glinting in his eyes against what tiny slivers of streetlamp light find their way to us from the main roads.

“Please." His pleading catches me off guard. Why does this matter so much to him? "I need to know. Why was I spared your punishment?”

“Is that what you want from me? Punishment?” I rebuke. I’m not expecting the way Daud’s face drops in stunned silence. He looks horrified, as though I’ve uncovered a grave secret. I add, “Don’t tell me you’re here out of guilt.”

I can’t stand the look he’s giving me. I need him to be a villain. I need him to remain the cold-eyed monster he was that day. Instead I’m faced only with sympathy wrought in the shadows of his repugnant face.

“Attano, I’m sor-”

Daud is interrupted by the shock of my fist’s blow into his mouth. I hit him as hard as I can and it rings through the rest of his body, his head snapping back unnaturally at the impact. So rarely do I engage in hand to hand, usually opting to stealthily go straight for the kill, I’d almost forgotten how good this feels. Daud staggers back a step or two and wipes his lips, a bright line of blood staining the side of his leather glove.

“I didn’t come here to fight you, bodyguard,” Daud drawls in his gravelly tone. Yet his hands say otherwise as he raises his arms to a defensive stance, fists at the level of his head. Good.

[ao3-deviance]

There were a couple votes for me to focus on Fuck Our Instincts (You're Mine) in the next year, so that's going to be the WIP I aim to finish in 2025 (the next chapter is supposed to be the last chapter).

I appreciate the responses! As a treat, here's a lil' snippet of from the next chapter.

SNIPPET FROM CHAPTER 5 (coming soon-ish? maybe within the next couple months, at least)

"Bonding, hm?" Mitsuki stirred her coffee before taking a sip, while Kirishima and Bakugou both sat across from her, picking at their breakfast and trying not to look too nervous. 

"You think it would work?" Bakugou asked, meeting her gaze. 

She shrugged. "I have no idea. You two are closer than any non-related Alphas I know." She paused. "But, I will say, after our Bond," she gestured between herself and Masaru, who was cleaning the morning's dishes. "My instincts were pretty wired for weeks afterwards."

"Wired like...how?" 

"Like, protective, clingy."

"You also were scent-marking me like crazy," Masaru input, chuckling lowly as he came to join them at the table. Bakugou's nose scrunched but he didn't comment; they had asked for this conversation after all. 

"You think two Alphas would be protective?" Kirishima wondered. 

"Clingy and scent-marking, definitely. Protective? Possibly," Mitsuki said. "Probably would depend on the situation." 

Bakugou frowned. "Do you think it would work though, like for our Alphas to finally accept one another?" 

Mitsuki sighed, holding her cup in both hands and leaning forward. "I know there's instances of Mate abuse, that not every Bond is the same, but I know after we Bonded, the very thought of hurting Masaru revolted my Alpha. Of course, it was kind of like that before too, but it became really ramped up after. So if there's anything that would get your Alphas to get with the program, I'd put my bet on a Bond." She gave them both a serious look. “But, boys, you both need to be sure about this. Breaking a Bond isn’t anything to play around with. Just because it’s possible doesn’t mean it’s easy. You saw what happened with Eijirou when you two were separated. You’d probably both be sent to the hospital if you tried to break a Bond.” 

Kirishima nodded seriously, but couldn’t help the smile the crept onto his face. "I think it will work," he admitted, turning to Bakugou.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Obviously, me too," he agreed. 

Mitsuki laughed, turning to Masaru. "Should we get a hotel for the weekend?"

"It might be best if we stayed here, just in case something happened–"

"God, you're so embarrassing!" Bakugou shouted to cut him off, standing, face as red as Kirishima's hair and apparently unable to deal with it anymore. "Come on, Eijirou! You've got a paper to finish!"

Kirishima was no less embarrassed, but he still bowed slightly as he stood up. "Thank you both for being so understanding."

"Oh, Eijirou," Mitsuki exclaimed, standing and sweeping him into a hug. "You're such a good boy. I know you'll take good care of our Katsuki." 

"Hag! Let him go!" Bakugou demanded from the top of the stairs.

Kirishima laughed, moving to follow. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" 

"Please, boys, I know we said we're supportive, but we don't really want to hear–"

"Shut the fuck up, oh my god!" Bakugou shrieked, and both of his parents devolved into loud laughter while Kirishima rushed upstairs to hide his burning face.

[treepan0]

You have no idea how long August's backstory has been in my drafts, don't worry there's more to this fic planned.

fun fact I have a pattern of titling some of my writings with August with some variation on Autumn, as her name was originally meant to be Autumn before I accidentally wrote "August" only for it to stick, so it's a fun little reference (this bleeds into relationship stuff as well)

[some27-url]

[A Different Kind of Love] [Chapter 4]

Cold eyes blinked at her as he scooped a spoonful and leveled it with her gaze. “Choo choo,” he intoned.

Rook only glared.

“Refuse if you want, cookie, but I don't think you're gonna like what comes next.”

[Explicit] - [Graphic Depictions of Violence]

[Whump] - [Brainwashing] - [Torture]

(hang in there Rook)

[viovayo]

Thesean

Knowing, it turns out, made all the difference.

0.8k words, post-canon, Reiji and Leo Akaba having a moment

Read on AO3

[kaurwreck]

Rating: Mature Fandom: 千秋 - 梦溪石 | Thousand Autumns - Mèng Xī Shí Relationship: Shen Qiao/Yan Wushi

Additional Tags: Seasonal Affective Disorder, Natural Disasters, Shan Hai Jing, Fuzhu!Shen Qiao, Huli Jing!Yan Wushi, Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Mythology

“My family’s A-Qiao has a steel heart, which will never change. If it could, this Venerable One would not covet him so ferociously,” Yan Wushi muses, roughly slicing apart the simple belt around Shen Qiao’s waist with beasts’ claws grown from a man’s nailbeds. “But, A-Qiao still has submission yet to learn if he thinks that this Venerable One will let A-Qiao’s steel heart batter itself undisciplined.” 

Written for @shizunzine. Leftover sales happening now.

[ao3-shenanigans]

What does the dead dove tag mean?

Wonderful question!

“Dead Dove” comes from this scene in Arrested Development wherein the character Michel Bluth opens a brown paper bag that reads: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. He looks inside and sees what is in fact, a dead dove. The then says: “Well, I don’t know what I expected.”

In fandom, the tag has come to mean: “pay extra attention to the tags!” And/or “this fic is what it says on the tin!”.

So if, for example, a fic includes the tags: Body Horror, Gore, and Violence along with the Dead Dove: Do Not Eat tag, the author is saying “Hey I’m not joking about these tags! Read at your own discretion!”

The tag acts as an honest intensifier to whatever tags are already in the work, as the author using it wants to give a double warning for their content, that it may be triggering and that the reader should proceed with caution.

One fic tagged with Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, also includes the tags: Seriously, this fic deals with some serious and disturbing content matter, mind the tags

Thanks for asking and happy reading!

[newttxt]

pls read the zosan fic “utilities included” and enjoy sanji making his own life as miserable as possible in plain view of his new roommate

from ch. 1 of utilities included (mind the tags and rating)

masterpost

[lexosaurus]

If you're only commenting on a fic to ask for an update or worse, to be passive-aggressive about wanting an update, then please do both yourself and the writer a favor and don't comment at all.

Saying things like "Can't wait for the next update!" as part of a comment about how you enjoyed the chapter is one thing, but just going into the comments and being like "Where's the update?" or "You haven't finished writing the next chapter yet?" or something similar is not only rude, but also I ASSURE you it only serves to make the writer anxious about writing at all.

Fic writers are not content creators. We're not robots. We're real people with careers, families, and other irl responsibilities. Writing is something I do in my thirty minutes before I go to bed to wind down from the day. Whatever I want to write that evening is what ends up getting written.

So by making me anxious and putting pressure on me to update a fic, especially in that passive-aggressive way that so many people do, all you've ensured is that when I open up my folder that evening to see what I feel like writing, my eyes will completely skip over that WIP that I got the rude comment on that day because I Feel Bad about it and now I don't want to even look at it.

So please, just follow the golden rule of "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."

[macaulaytwins]

“my pussy has taken me places I wouldn’t go with a gun”

the places in question:

[verifyemailmyass]

Hear me out, modern timebomb au with an established relationship since they were like in middle school, but ekko and jinx go to different colleges. They still love eachother and spend alot of time together, and they get to make new friends and such.

However, both like to keep their private lives private. It's subconscious, they grew up needing not to show weakness, and any information is valuable information.

Jinx doesn't have any issue. Most people, including her friends, think her one true loves are her inventions.

Ekko is too nice tho, and it ends up that one of his friends he had made through his college years has a crush on for a couple years now. He doesn't can't really tell though. Not that he's oblivious or anything, but he's only ever dated jinx. Who before that was his best friend l, so he didn't really think the friend was crossing any boundaries with wanting to hang out or hug goodbye. And the friend doesn't do much more than that.

That being said, both jinx and ekko want their friends over for Christmas. They've been friends with these people for a few years in college and Christmas parties at the last drop were always a Mashup of close friends.

Yada yada their friends find out that they're not only taken, but have been together since FUCKING MIDDLE SCHOOL, friend with a crush is heartbroken and knows from the sheer amount of time they've been dating that timebomb are a forever deal, jinxs friends learn she isn't aro, ekkos other friends thought ekko was just not a romantic but turns out he is such a fucking sappy romantic and loves his girlfriend so much it's sickening. Etcetera.

I have so many ideas fir this au, think imma call it private life au.

[shehungthemoon]

Do I feel fulfilled? Do I feel empty? Who knows. All I do know is that I need to be on ao3 immediately.

[erinwantstowrite]

"i want jason to murder skip" boy do i have news for you: that ain't too far off from LoF canon

[thusspoketrish]

Harry and Draco. The Art of Getting By. Commissioned from the wildly talented @lights-on-the-ridge. For a higher quality, please visit AO3 here.

[noahl-art]

Ghostober - Day 15 : Gloves

Phantom needs to learn how to do physical exams... Swiss gladly volunteers!

FULL VERSION HERE!

CW: mild med kink

Don't hate me too much @st-danger xoxo