#more cb

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Behind the Fic: 37

Because so much writing isn’t something the reader is privy to and I like behind the scenes stuff, I’ll elaborate on some things and mention some cuts. It also gives me an excuse to talk about it more.

The vastaya is a Kiilash, so think Rengar. Just not as fit and doesn't have something to prove. Maybe when he was younger but that was ages ago—Zaun and slinging food is his retirement.

I considered using a header image that included a neon sign from Season 1 but it was a fish and I didn’t want people to think Jericho.

I pictured the creep as a mix of Heenot and the guy Vi punched when he tried dancing with her in Season 2.

Both the walking and verbal cue did indeed indicate that the hunt had started and who the target was.

Lions and wolves pack hunting always came to mind, as did how prey animals hide their pain/injury to seem like a harder fight than they actually were. Also how something like wild dogs aren’t much of a threat if they’re alone (at least to anything their size or bigger that can fight back) but a pack of them is amazingly successful in taking down prey.

Originally used “jackal” a lot more but it got repetitive. It also seemed unfair to actual jackals.

There was a woman dressed to the nines with a blade behind her shawl in one version.

Sevika took longer in the bedroom than needed to give Reader time alone and to deal with her own feelings and decide what to do. Mostly the latter.

The pillow was from her own bed ‘cause she didn’t have a spare one in a closet.

No she didn’t invite Reader to her bed—Reader slept on the couch.

The guys tailing Reader were found dead a couple days later.

I considered adding some verticality to the alley segment but by then I had already written, rewritten, and edited it so many times I didn’t want to make more work for myself.

The reason Reader was having such a bad day was that their boss had been an utter ass, customers weren’t any better, and Reader had been on their feet since morning. About 16 hours, give or take.

Which was what their previous shifts all week were like, too.

Cut a part where Reader considered hiding out in a bar to get away. Ultimately it messed with the flow and didn’t add anything.

The noodles are made with fungus instead of wheat. Texture is about the same but is nuttier and tastes slightly off if eaten plain so covering it up with spices is normal.

The fungus is able to be grown in the area while wheat has to be imported and the prices reflect this.

I randomly picked the number 37 and was chuffed to see it’s a “sexy prime”.

I pictured the time as 11PM-12AM, when nearly everything is closed, there's minimal foot traffic, and bar patrons haven’t turned to drunken fights (yet) (mostly).

Reader pretty much passes out after eating.

There’s more writing about Reader’s actions and thought process than there really was (Reader was in slightly-more-alert zombie-mode) to make it easier for a reader to follow. Much was instinct, not thinking.

Sevika does get her whiskey and has a smoke afterwards because WTF.

She’s also glad Reader fell asleep nigh instantly so she didn’t have to deal with small talk.

I did a quick and very rough floor plan sketch of the apartment. Nothing’s to scale and some things (namely the bathroom) are missing but it’s enough to keep track of where things are.

Sevika thought it might all be an elaborate ploy to get at her or Silco (and yes she was prepared to toss Reader out).

She still doesn’t know why she stepped in for Reader when she’d seen similar happen so many times before and chocks it up to still being in work-mode and a momentary lapse of judgement. Swears it won't happen again.

It might have been less about Reader and more about an “off the records” way of messing with the guy. Results were very close on who she disliked more and if she gave enough fucks to do anything.

She thinks of Reader like you would a stray animal—help them out, maybe give them a place to stay overnight, then hand them off the next day. She largely forgets about the whole thing.

I tentatively know where I’d go with this if I were to continue it but not sure I will.

Working file name was “Send Noods” because I’m mature and didn’t know what I’d title it until the 11th hour.

There was something like 7 drafts because I got carried away with editing.

Seriously, so much editing even though the spelling and punctuation were fine. I might have been using it as an excuse to procrastinate.

It caused me to learn much of my HTML knowledge is out of date. Not directly related but did delay it a bit. (I do not like HTML5)

No idea how often I'll do these but it makes me feel better about cutting stuff.

[erodingsinner]

chewing glass rn

[fallowtail]

Big fan of the Hetty Scuttle

[zepskies]

More of This

Pairing: Russell Shaw x F. Reader

Summary: Welcoming Russell home, where he belongs.  

AN: Here it is - bonus drabble time!~ This can be a stand-alone, but it’s really a snippet missing from Lost Time in the Every Second Counts-verse. Using the GIF above from 2x02 specifically for the hair flip. It did things to me... 😮‍💨 (But there are NO spoilers for 2x02).

Shoutout to @impala-dreamer who helped inspire this in our @jacklesversebingo chat. 😂

Word Count: 900

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Smut and feels, small tinge of angst. Russell's hair. Tattoos. Everything really.

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“Welcome home,” you whispered into his mouth.

All Russell could offer was a breathless sound, caught somewhere between an agreement and a groan of pleasure. He was being treated to a feast of the eyes as you rode him slow in the comfort and safety of your bed.

Your lips didn’t quite manage to connect with his in a kiss, with heavy breaths in between and a deliberate roll of your hips against his. He’d been letting you control the pace of him sheathing home with your every drawn-out thrust.

He was enjoying the show—your hair wild, your pupils blown wide with arousal, being able to palm at your breasts and tease your hardened nipples, kissing your flushed, dewy skin.

But you could feel him getting desperate. His hands moved down your body over soft curves, just for his fingers to squeeze into the flesh of your hips and ass, trying to ground himself in you. His eyes shut and his head fell back into the pillow. You bent down and fastened your lips to his neck, kissing and sucking hard there. He slid a hand up your back and buried it in your hair.

“Takin’ me so well, baby,” he said, his voice deep and rough, and a bit strained. “But you’re torturing me a little bit.”

You giggled breathlessly into his neck. Your tone was playful and coy when you replied, “What do you mean?”

You made a show of raising your hips, letting his hard length slide out of your wet heat all the way to the tip, before you slowly sunk back down. You shifted your hips along the way, until the thick head of him was nestled deep and pressing against your cervix. You both panted for breath. Even your arms were shaking while holding yourself above him.

“Yeah, think you’re trying to kill me,” Russell uttered. “Suppose there’s worse ways to go…”

“Fuck,” you muttered, releasing into a moan. The languid drag of his cock against your inner walls was good, but nowhere near enough at this point.

Maybe you were done teasing him, as well as yourself. Maybe you were done punishing him for taking one contract job after another, taking so long to get back, and making you worry about him and his safety. Your lips made their way back to his cheek, laying a sweeter kiss there.

“Okay.” You smiled against his skin. “How about you fuck me like it’s been three months, not three weeks. I wanna feel you come hot inside me—”

Russell wouldn’t even wait for you to finish the dirty whispers already setting his blood alight. His tattooed arm wrapped around your back and pulled you flush against his chest. He manhandled you seemingly without much effort, twisting you onto your back and having you laid out underneath him.

You let out a huff as your back met the mattress and made the springs squeak. Your head barely made it onto the pillow where his head had been, but your boyfriend wasted little time in grabbing your thighs and angling you just right, guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist. (You didn’t need any encouragement.) He took you hard and deep, making sure he hit that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust.

You gasped and clung to his broad shoulders.

“Right there, sweetheart?” he said near your ear. His voice was rich and gravel. A shiver ran through your body, goaded along with every other sensation he was drawing out of you. You couldn’t even speak. Just a nod and a broken, desperate whimper. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip.

You were holding on for the rest of the ride. If nothing else, Russell had precision, and he was a master of his craft. And that was whatever he set his mind to.

His hand slipped between your bodies for a moment, his fingers searching, and finding, then massaging your swollen clit between thrusts. You cried out in his ear and damn near choked on your own breath, your nails biting into his shoulders. It didn’t take much longer for that tightening coil in your core to finally snap, your inner walls throbbing around his cock.

A curse and a ragged groan fell from his lips as his body locked up on him as well. You felt his body stiffen and the warmth of his release deep inside you. The sensation elicited another shiver down your spine.

You were on birth control, but it still made you feel a bit wild sometimes, whenever he came inside you. You relaxed underneath him with your knees bent, your thighs a soft cradle for his hips.

Russell kept himself upright with his forearms resting on either side of your head. His long hair had slid forward, the brown silky strands tickling your forehead as his panting breaths mingled with yours.

You attempted to brush some of his hair back behind his ears, but it fell forward again, tickling your nose. Russell allowed it on purpose, making you laugh lightly. He grinned in response, but he lowered further to capture your lips in a kiss. He didn’t mind this one being nice and slow.

Even when he parted from you, you still craved more of him. More of this.

You slipped a hand over his bearded cheek, an affectionate caress. A softer smile drew across his lips. He rested his forehead against yours, and he chuckled a little.

“It’s damn good to be home.”

AN: 🫣 Lol hope you enjoyed this one! ❤️‍🔥

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DANGER DANGER

[cozylittleartblog]

redraw of a meme my brother sent me. hello ultrakill fandom

"the armor comes off-" yeah but that's not Nearly as funny

[moonpatroclus]

Only one more week until Elucien week!☀️🌸💕

@cauldronblssd and I are so excited to celebrate Elain and Lucien for @elucienweekofficial that we decided to post this one early!!

Lana did such an incredible job creating this Day Court Elucien for us, she was so wonderful and a pleasure to work with��

The flowers we chose for this piece are damask rose, saffron, and jasmine. These all grow in the Persian region, and symbolize love and beauty, light and sacrifice, and sensuality and grace, all of which embody Elucien and their story of tension, growth and healing💕

Please do not repost

[contamination-zone]

Nother outfit yippieee

extras undercut

ah, those two people stsanding next to each other in the top right photo, was the requested otufit by @ukuban, I didn't draw it on fresh though sorry haha

CB is in some fruity spring themed outfit, while Fresh is in a candy/gummybear themed one [and they are BOTH sweet X] ]

[to-dee-or-not-to-dee]

More dadboose (but rendered now!)

[alkaysani]

tell me you don't watch swat without telling me you don't watch swat

you're a 911 fan that think that the show is all about copganda (hello, have you watched 911?)

because in reality, it's one of the most cop critical shows on television, if not the most. almost every episode is rife with an acknowledgement of what is wrong with the system, how incredibly screwed up it is internally and externally, and has incredibly nuanced characters that function in that system and yet still continuously try to make it better at an individual level and a system level

both the mains and the supporting characters live in this space of recognizing that the system needs a lot of work, and even those who support their loved ones are still so incredibly critical by it

case in point: the main character hondo is a black lapd sargeant swat officer from oakland put in the team lead position in the wake of BLM for political optics that everyone knows and does not love. and his father? was a black panther. and their relationship is one of the best, most beautifully written tv i've seen in a long time

not to mention they have a proper locker room that has proper walls

all this to say: i get not wanting to watch the show, but to not watch the show and say "it's COPGANDA" without actually knowing what it's TRULY about? just false, especially if your point of comparison is 911, which has more copganda in one season than swat's entire series combined

[kimtiny]

Ghosts chibi keychains WIP

Still working on the designs but I finally finished the sketches the way I want them!!! Hopefully coming around April!

[peachyygoblin]

The Lady In Fur🎙

[dimpleskinard]

Lou Ferrigno Jr. as Donovan Rocker | S.W.A.T. -> 8x12 "Deep cover"

[blaithnne]

CBS Ghosts is my new guilty pleasure so take my new OCs. The Blanchet family were distant French cousins of the Woodstones who visited the house in the early 1900s, only for a violent house robbery to take the life of their youngest daughter, Mercedes, and her loyal self appointed guard dog, Horse. Only 8 years old, it takes some time for Mercedes to understand her fate, and for some time she’d be very distressed that her family seem to be ignoring her. On the bright side, the other ghosts are there to try and make things easier, though the misfit collective have a hard time caring for a child given their circumstances, and conflicting ideas on how best to raise a little girl.

Of all the ghosts, she is closest with Thorfinn. He has a soft spot for the little girl.

[hollygl125]

Sara Sidle + Gil Grissom + “I know our relationship has been complicated.”

“Sometimes I look for validation in inappropriate places.”

csi: 05x12: a little more than a boss. PART 3.

[rosalie-starfall]

Hetty & Trevor

Ghosts - Season 3