#my own fic

[thecousinsdangereux]

i just recently discovered your soulmate au and i loves it so much. so incredibly intriguing and well written and damn is it hot 🔥 thanks so much for sharing with us. in your mind, does it have a happy ending for them?

also wanted to ask if you'll be checking in to see the big warrior nun announcement coming tomorrow?

Ahhhh thank you! This ask is kind of tragic now given how everything with Warrior Nun ended up going, but I thought I'd use it as a way to share my ideas for the rest of a beggar in the morning, if anyone is interested in learning how it was going to go. Long story short, it was going to have a happy ending. :)

Here's a full outline for what I had in mind for the second half of the fic. Under the cut because it's very detailed in the parts that I'd started writing. Also in case anyone cares about spoilers? At the moment, I don't plan on finishing this fic, but I do plan on returning to writing in general, so guess there's a non-zero chance that I could come back to it. Stranger things have happened.

Beatrice keeps looking for the recipient of the Letter she's been trying to deliver and starts taking trips out into the countryside. She takes Ava's advice and takes to enjoying the journey - stopping into small cafes for lunch rather than eating in the car, taking the long way when it means she can enjoy a new view, etc.

During one of these side quests, she's told about a man who lives way off in the middle of nowhere who has the last name of Reis (the last name of the Letter recipient: Lara Reis), and she tracks him down. He had a sister who had a child with someone who was not her Match. I wanted to go more into what this looks like (and how the church is still anti-abortion in this world, because they think this could potentially ruin a future match, cue eye-roll) but in this case, the woman was basically run out of town. The man directs Beatrice to an orphanage where the child was raised.

This trail eventually goes cold because the orphanage has no records of the girl. They only know she left when she became of age.

The end of chapter six is basically Beatrice being frustrated and taking some 'advice' from Lilith to find someone to fuck hfkjshlk so she goes to the bar and ohhh nooo Ava is working that night, filling in for someone. Ava gets jealous, Bea does some shots, and it's basically a rehash of the lemon drop scene from the show, but hornier. Eventually, they make out, and decide to be friends with benefits.

Chapter 7 was honestly just going to be porn. lol. It's actually some of the first stuff I wrote for this fic - just a page of porn. Beggar came out of a Secret Santa fic exchange, and my friend Alex asked for lots of sex and a soulmate au. So... Chapter 7 was the payoff (part 2). Here's a few disjointed scenes, in case anyone is interested in reading some unedited very E-rated stuff.

A few months go by and all the nuns visit Beatrice for her bday and they're like huh so what's going on here and Beatrice has to pretend that it's not that serious with Ava (lol). I also wanted to do a conversation between Shannon and Beatrice where Shannon talks about the whole Mary thing and loving someone against the will of god (or at the very least, in the very gray areas).

The end of chapter seven is Ava finally talking about her past, which is that Ava doesn't remember hers. She woke up in a hospital without her memories and then spent the next decade traveling around trying to find something that felt like home.

In chapter 8, a lot of time passes, and the fucking continues. Beatrice is kind of losing it, poor girl.

I hadn't exactly decided what was going to happen next, but Ava was going to overstep in some way (or in some perceived way) and Beatrice was going to panic. Either Beatrice was going to have a brief thought about being in love, they were going to have reallyyyy soft sex, or something like that, but either way, Beatrice was going to have to admit she has deeper feelings for Ava than what's allowed allowed, so she goes back to Spain and ignores Ava's texts/calls/etc.

Eventually she realizes she owes Ava closure. She comes back and kind of explains why she's reacted the way she has. She gets more into why she joined the church and it's not for God or the Church itself, but because she does genuinely believe that love itself is holy. She admits she's falling in love with Ava, but she can't break her vows. She believes giving into her feelings would be putting herself above the whole history of love... the sanctity of the entire universe... and to be that selfish would be monstrous.

There's a callback to their early game of three questions, and how Ava still owes Beatrice one answer. Beatrice nearly asks if Ava loves her, but pulls back because she's scared of the answer. They basically break up, but Ava tells Bea to let her know when she's ready to ask her last question.

Beatrice takes it HARD. She buries herself in her work and starts visiting hospitals in various towns. She finds a Spanish doctor and he recognizes the number (or rather, the system behind the number) that is on Letter Beatrice is still trying to deliver. He tells Beatrice she's not looking for a hospital in Portugal, but rather in Spain - one in a small town in Andalusia. He mentions a patient who was in a coma, who woke up without her memories.

At this point, Beatrice obviously knows and she flies to Spain in daze. She visits the hospital, gives them the number, and asks for the name of the patient. When they'd brought the girl in, no one knew where she came from, she didn't have an ID, memories, etc. Nothing except for an old receipt from a restaurant in Portugal. ("Beatrice braces herself for what she already knows, but doesn't want to face.") The nurse at the hospital tells her they used a generic Portuguese name for the girl and it stuck: Ava Silva.

Beatrice visits Cat's Cradle because what else is she supposed to do? How is she supposed to deliver this Letter to Ava, who she's obviously in love with. She talks with Mary and we get the other side of the whole Mary/Shannon thing, and Mary is kind of like, okay, the Letters matter but they don't Matter. Beatrice asks Mary what she would do if she got a Letter (since Mary isn't a nun and could get one, but Shannon never could) and Mary basically says she would throw it away without opening it because she wouldn't want to give Shannon a reason to go self-sacrificial.

Of course, Beatrice doesn't really think this is her call to make. She's going to deliver Ava's Letter. There's this whole scene of her very dramatically and angstily getting ready for the delivery in the Official White Habit, then walking through the town she's come to associate so completely with Ava. And chapter 9 ends.

When Beatrice walks through the doors of the bar, Ava looks up, but doesn't seem surprised, even says 'oh, finally', which is pretty much the last thing that Beatrice expected, but then again, maybe it should have been the first, because Ava is always surprising her, and shouldn't she expect it by now? She asks Ava if she'd known that she was the person Beatrice had been trying to deliver to all along and Ava looks confused at this, like she hadn't considered that at all. "It's not that. I just knew my Letter would be coming because I'd already met you."

Beatrice is like, no no no. That's not how this works. It can't be me. I've been carrying this Letter with me this whole time - before I met you - and the Letters are only sent to a person when they've met their soulmate. And obviously, Beatrice is a nun and can't have a soulmate, etc. etc.

And then Ava says something like this: “Maybe every once in a while, God -- or the universe or whatever it is -- knows that it’ll be really hard to make two people meet organically, so it fudges the rules a little bit. Makes one girl a nun, makes another one hard to find, and sets up the dominos really early on."

And when Beatrice says she's being ridiculous/it's impossible, she says, "I know what’s in that letter. It’s you. I don’t need to open it to know it's you." and "Maybe it’s like some people say and god arranged it all. Fine. Then god chose me for you. Simple. He made me in this exact way, down to my hands and toes and whatever, so that I was perfect for his favorite creation in all of the universe. Because that has to be you."

And: "Or maybe it’s like what those other people say. You know - the past lives reincarnation stuff. Fine, then in our first lives we fell in love and then I found you in the second and third and the five hundredth. I found you and I picked you and I wanted you every time. Or okay, fine, maybe it’s what the the pseudo science people say. Even if those guys are right, I still know. It’s you because at the very start of the universe - at the very beginning of everything - we were the first two bits of something. The first two tiny little sparks. One of those was you and one of them was me. And even when we split off into a million trillion billion infinite pieces, the core of one was you. And the other one was me."

And: "In every religion or in any theory, the world exists so that I can find you again, and the world will do whatever it takes - bend the rules in whatever way - to make sure that at the exact right time, we would meet. And maybe it wasn’t perfect - maybe it was stupid hard for us to get to this point - maybe there was an easier way to make it happen - but I don’t care. Because it worked and I found you and I fell in love with you and I would do anything for that. So yeah. This Letter is telling me that I’m for you. That’s easy. It’s not faith. It’s just a fact.

And: "Besides, whatever’s on that paper? It’s going to be you. If it’s a picture of a butterfly, then it’s going to be you because of that time we went to the dam and one landed on your hand and you said “isn’t the world beautiful?” and that’s when I knew I loved you for the very first time. If it’s the notes to the first bar in At Last, then it’s you, because we used to play it all the time in the bar and I always thought it was fucking stupid to think you'd know like that right away, before everything, but it was the song that played in my head anyways when you walked in the bar that first night. There she is, I sort of thought, a dream that I can speak to."

"It could be any single word or phrase or letter and it would be you, because I love you and I love you so much I see you in every part of this entire world. I love you and I want to keep you with me always, and so you’re always there in my thoughts, slipping over and into everything else and I love it. It makes me love everything I see a little bit more, because it reminds me of you. It makes the world more beautiful."

"So, no offense, but I don't really give a fuck about the Letter. I already know it's going to be you. But I think you need to see it. So you know you’re not as selfish as you think you are."

And Beatrice admits that she wants to be with Ava anyways. Even if it makes her selfish. (Even if it makes her heretical.) Love is holy and what she feels for Ava is holy too, even if it's a sort of holy no one else will ever understand.

I went back and forth about whether they actually SHOULD open the Letter. lol. But I think I eventually settled on that they should, and that when Ava does open it, it's a blank page with like, 7 little dots and Beatrice is like??????????????? But Ava recognizes it instantly and it's the freckles on Beatrice's cheeks, the ones she's always tracing, and she does that again, following the ink on the paper.

Beatrice had been ready to give up her religion for Ava, so getting to keep it, maybe, suddenly is a LOT. She can't quite believe something divine would do something like this for her. But maybe she can believe that something divine would do something like this for Ava.

Later, I wanted Beatrice to have a conversation with Mother Superion. I thought it would be interesting to get into the philosophical bits of it. To debate if Ava could actually be right in her ideas about how this could be, and still fit into what they know about god/Letters/religion. I liked the idea of the conversation ending with neither of them really knowing, and Mother S being like, look girl, you'll never know for sure, but that sounds like faith to me. And Beatrice says no, no this is different, capital F Faith is for the divine. This is just trusting that Ava isn't lying about the freckles thing, or won't get tired of me, or won't find someone else. Etc etc etc. because it's panicking time for Beatrice, suddenly. And Mother Superion just raps her knuckles sort of in the most gentle way she can manage and says "That's love, Beatrice." in the way way someone might say "That's pussy, babe."

Beatrice does leave the church (though she eventually goes back to 'consulting' kind of like Mary). And when she does actually physically leave as well, Ava is waiting outside on a bench. Beatrice asks why she didn't just come inside, and she says something about being a little afraid of churches these days. She did steal god's favorite, after all.

And then they walk off into the sunset, with Beatrice being like wait a second, I thought you said this was all God's plan. And Ava shrugs and says that she would never willingly give Beatrice up, so god might come to her senses and change her mind.

I was going to end it there, but I did consider doing an epilogue as well. Early on in planning I had this idea where, years later, all the nuns regularly come over to the Silvas (because Ava does keep her 'second' name, though she does start to learn more about the Reis family, and meets her Uncle - the dude Beatrice learned about the orphanage from). And on one of these occasions, the nuns are all in white, and they're delivering Beatrice's Letter, which is addressed to Beatrice Silva. In the end, I decided against this, because I liked leaving it more open-ended, but nothing had been set in stone at this point, of course.

So yeah, that was going to be a beggar in the morning. lol. I plotted most of it out before I even started writing, because it wasn't the sort of story you could make up as you went and still tell it well. And I did want to tell the story well! There's a part of me that's sad that I wasn't able to, but I do think it was worth writing what I did. I really loved seeing people realize that Lara was Ava, even as early as chapter 5! And I also loved people coming up with theories about how Avatrice would be endgame. Some of them were honestly really good and maybe better than mine fhdskjhfd I had one person be like PLEASE let Ava's Letter be for someone else so they can metaphorically spit in god's face and honestly that was valid.

I don't know if anyone is going to bother to read this very, very long reply to an ask that doesn't actually ask for any of this, but it honestly just feels nice to put all these ideas together and 'complete' the story. Even if I've done it in the most half-assed way possible I am so sorry fhadskjlfhldsj

[thunder-point]

i want to smear you all over (with softness) by thunderpoint

Mature | 1/2 | 6k

Phum gives him a narrowed look and crosses his arms. He doesn’t look like someone who’d agree anytime soon, who’d give an inch, and Peem feels like ripping his hair out. He exhales sharply, “Fuck, fine. I… I want you to be my personal canvas for this term.” “Huh?” “I have a very important assignment due at the end of the term,” Peem explains slowly. The idea has just formed in his head, but he’s keen on it. It’s the perfect chance. “We need to paint on a different surface than what we’re used to. Something that isn’t smooth and easy. I’m choosing a person. You, I’m choosing you.”

Peem's hands always felt the need to do something. To give shape. And then they find Phum, whose heart bleeds with no one to smooth it out gently.

[vmures]

A Leaf on the Wind (2058 words) by vMures Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Past Character Death, Dead Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Mentions of Cancer, Grief/Mourning Series: Part 2 of Finding Home Summary: Some anniversaries are harder than others.

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I've been writing this fic in my head for the past month or so. It's taken me a bit to sit down and write it out. It takes place in the Finding Home verse but can be read on it's own. It's also deeply personal so please be kind.

[sunny-writes-flowers]

"Breathless"

Summary: "Commodus watched her hair dancing in the wind, and her figure soaring in the cold of the end of the day. She bet with him that he wouldn't catch her. Well, let’s prove her wrong. " 

Rating:  M  

Statut: One Shot  

Relationship(s): Commodus x fem!Reader  

Warning(s): Mention of blood (gladiators fighting); Established relationship; light description of female body; light description of SMUT; Some angst (because senators loves dramas; Moderate dirty talk; Fluff. 

Commodus sat in his private box at the coliseum, his eyes fixed on the bloody spectacle unfolding before him. He was dressed in the finest clothes, adorned with gold and jewels. Next him, the senators are visibly displeased. They exchange uncomfortable glances and mutter amongst themselves clearly disapproving his way of dressing. A stark contrast to the more modest attire of the senators around him. They were resentful of Commodus lavish display of wealth and opulence, which the senators see as an affront to the dignity and the austerity of the roman public. 

Commodus, oblivious to their disapproval, sits with a self-satisfied smirk on his face, his eyes fixed on the spectacle below. Besides the young emperor, sat his lover, a beautiful and seductive young lady.  

As the gladiators fought to the death, in the arena below, Commodus turned to her. “Do you like it my little bird?” 

“As always, I will be honest with you. I’m not very fond of it. Isn’t it a little bit barbaric?” 

Commodus was surprised with her answer. Lucilla stared at the couple, fearing for some bad reaction from her brother.  

“But it’s tradition, my dear,” he protested “The people love it and besides, it’s a way for us to show our power and strength.” 

The lady smiled at him. “All I care about is you, all I want is you.” 

Commodus was intrigued by her answer. He leaned in closer to her, his eyes gleaming with desire. “Is that so?” he murmured. “And what do you want to do with me, my dearest?” 

She smiled seductively. “I want you all to myself,” she whispered. “I want you to forget about this place and everyone on it. I want you to focus only on me.” 

Lucilla slowly turned her face focusing on the gladiators again, as she saw Commodus grinned. His heart raced with excitement. “And why don't we leave this place and go somewhere more private.” 

The two of them rose from their solid golden thrones, and with Commodus' black paludamenta fluttering in the wind, they left the coliseum.  

Some senators were confused, perplexed by the emperor reaction, starting to speculate that maybe he was about to join the gladiators or maybe something displeased him. The rest of the senators were offended by the sudden breach of tradition and etiquette. “He uses most of the gold of the empire for those overdone games, and he have the audacity to leave in the middle of them?!” was indignant senator Gracchus. 

“Please, senator, my brother may have something urgent to treat.” Lucilla said, trying to calm the older man. 

“Leaving with his mistress, is that an urgent matter to treat?” replied senator Gaius. 

“She will soon be married to him,” remembered Lucilla to senator Gaius. “She is not his mistress.” 

As they spoked about the emperor, senator Falco left them and the coliseum, to follow Commodus, his praetorian guard and his lady. 

As they made their way up to the palace, Commodus’s young lady looked at him with a mischievous smile. “I dare you to catch me before we reach our room.” she said, playfully. 

Commodus chuckled. “Way too easy little bird...” 

And before Commodus could finish his sentence, she started running up the with stairs, giggling with delight. He quickly followed, leaving his praetorian guard caught out of guard. 

The young couple ran through the halls of the palace, their laughter echoing off the marble column. They dodged servants and slaves, Commodus even tossing his heavy armor on the black marble floor, to lighten his load.  

The rays of the setting sun lit his face with an orange light. The cold air of the evening caressed his face. For an instant, all disappear. His worries and responsibilities forgotten. His face bright with pure joy. Commodus wished this moment stayed forever on his memory. Everything made him remembered his lost childhood.  

Her face, looking behind from time to time, was the only thing that kept the young emperor into reality. Her laugh mixed with his, competed with the sound of the little birds singing outside the palace. Her long white dress, transparent as she ran through the orange light of the end of the day, was dancing in the wind.  

She was quick, but Commodus was faster, his long strides quickly gaining on her. They weaved through the grand hallways, past statues they will never know who they were, forgotten by history, jumping into the large fountains, not caring about wetting the marble of the palace floor with their foot.  

Commodus finally catching her in a secluded corner of the palace. Breathless and flushed, she looked at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. He leaned in and kissed her, the passion and desire between them palpable. 

“Catch me!” Commodus shouted 

“Hey! That's not fair!” she replied, trying to run after him as fast as she could, but always staying just out of her reach. 

Finally, Commodus burst into their chamber, panting and laughing, he collapsed onto the bed, feeling vivified. “Looks like I won little bird,” he said, a teasing tone on his voice. 

“You always do.” She replies finally arriving onto the bed, lying next to the emperor. 

Commodus pulled her close to his chest, savoring the feel of her body against his. They kissed passionately, their desire growing. She responded running her hands over his chest and down his stomach. Commodus helped her undressing him and lifts her gown, undressing her in return. 

As Commodus entered her, she left escapes from her lips an eliciting moan of pleasure. They made love slowly and tenderly, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The sweat due to the effort dripped from Commodus' forehead as he pulled her legs around his waist with the help of his arms. Blood ran down his back, as she clawed at him with all her might, just the way he liked. 

“Harder, Commodus, please harder.” She repeated, as her life depended on it. 

Commodus eventually came, climaxing with a throaty growl, filling her insides with all the love he could feel for someone. 

Afterwards, they lay tangled in each other’s arms, their bodies sill humming with the afterglow of their lovemaking. 

When the young woman finally fell asleep, Commodus got up and left their room. Armed with a knife in hand, in case, he crossed the corridors of the palace, looking for a slave who could bring him something to eat. But instead, he found senator Falco, sitting down, eating grapes. 

“So, how did the games end today?” 

“You would know, your majesty, if you had stayed until the end, as an emperor should.” senator Falco replies. 

“Well, my friend, I couldn’t,” Commodus says, smiling like a child. “I had to satisfy my wife.” 

“Duty of every husband, indeed. But as far as I know, you're not married yet. And therefore, your highness, I would advise you to not disrespect the people as you have done. The games were organized by you for them. You used the collected taxes, and the gold of the empire to finance its games. If we continue to spend this money like this, there won't be much left. And what image you give to the people if you don't stay close to them, snubbing them as you snubbed the Greek quarters.” 

“You are bold tonight, Falco. Did you forget who you're talking to?” 

“No, your highness, that's exactly why I'm warning you. Your enemies are at every corner. We must be careful. They are like snakes ready to bite.” 

“Well Falco, the enemy is certainly not in my bed. Good night, Falco. Tomorrow there will be new games. Hope my beautiful wife will like chariot racing...” Commodus said, leaving into the darkness of the night. 

Note: I wrote this while thinking abouta childhood memory that touched me particularly. I also wrote this while listening to "Now we are free", because I needed a lot of emotion! XD Thanks for reading, don't forget to like and share. Please give me your opinion !

[foxyyaoguai]

Stuff in my WIPs Folder

Tagged by @eghfeithrean, thank you for tagging me! This looks fun. 🤭

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you asks with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Oh, oh god, here we go!! Some of these are almost done, others are just an outline. I hope to get to all of them eventually 🤭 pls beware I am terrible at naming things and some of these titles are very literal and almost all of them will have to be changed before posting 🤣

A Brush Dipped in Fate

Catcher of Nightmares & Pursuer of Dreams

ChengXian

ChengXian dogs

Moonlight in your eyes

Tentacle seclusion

Separation Hurts

Broken Swords and Cutesy Dates

Pretty Lan Wangji

Sweet, Rejuvenating Milk (yup)

Make A Wish

Run away with me

WangXiZhui Part 2

Claiming Him

Confessing on Repeat

Heart Deviation

To Buy a Slave

Jadecest + Sizhui Omegaverse

Jadecest Influencer AU

Accidental Stoner LWJ

A Flicker in Seungho’s Soul

LWJ is Eggpreg

Lwj has an oral fixation

Ohhh damn those are a lot more than I expected 😭 🤭

Tagging (if you feel like it!): @deathbyoctopi @foreheadkissesforzewu-jun @theindianghost @erotica-hooligan @jaggededges123 @jadedbirch @valkyrieshepard @kianspo @rx-mercury @likeaflamingkiss-consume @anaxandria-writes @iamwestiec @whoretsumu @veraverorum @omegaji @ck90

[lavoixhumaine]

bathena killed one of my limbs.

yeah, my dudes, my arm died.

it’s happened before when, at some point, i sat for about eight hours straight writing a story. it happened again just last night and fuck my brain if ao3 didn’t just clock my story at 172,149 words after about 2.5 months of writing. it doesn’t feel at all real because i could have sworn i just started writing this last week.

but i am having so. much. fun.

(the arm is fine. i went to the spa and they fixed me up good.)

and this strike probably won’t end anytime soon. i need bathena in my life and if i can’t have them then i’m fic-ing the fuck outta this whole thing just to get through this drought.

i wrote one chapter and a smutty oneshot i’m holding on to because i’m not sure i should post it. it’s cackling like a demon as it sits in my drafts on ao3. i mean, it was dirty and it’s definitely going to send me straight to hell but i’m not sure i should take anyone else with me. also it might be crap so that’s also something to think about. but it was also fun to write, yeah.

no disrespect to the actors but right now, there’s zero chance that bathena fans are not stuck on the idea that bobby and athena are probably just fucking each other’s brains out during the whole hiatus in a cruise ship somewhere in the middle of the ocean because yeah she gonna fuck that poor gorgeous bastard’s brains out every single time he passes by one of those many, many drinky drink bars. she will kill him with sex before she lets him relapse just for trying to make her happy.

[vaguelyaperson]

Lineart for a scene in Chapter 3 of the fic I'm currently writing.

It's a bnha Outlander au that's technically not a faithful Outlander au - mostly cause it's fantasy world instead of time travel. Look. I was just musing over Bakugou as Jaime Fraser (they're both so stubborn and temperamental oml) and Midoriya as the ever empathetic, intelligent, equally stubborn Claire. Aaaaand then everything devolved from there.

Basic premise is that Midoriya is all Jim Hawkins, coming into manhood and looking for a good father figure. Will it be dadmight? Dad for one? Read and find out~

[ID: Simple drawing of Midoriya Izuku in fantasy au outfit, standing outside a jarred castle door. He's holding a pouch, is covered in scratches, and has a look of confused, hurt surprise. From within the doorway, an unshown person is saying "I know. And he's the spitting image of her, too."]

[call-me-maggie13]

The Half of It AU got me wanting to write an Academia AU where Bea and Ava compete for top of the class but I’m trying to decide if Shannon should be like a lot older or like a year older?? So like. 25 yr old Shannon helping 16 yr old Bea or 18 yr old Shannon helping 16 yr old Bea???

[oatmealdaydreams]

Random Commentary 2

I rewatched both FWSA (Flirting With Social Anxiety) & WTIT (Working Through Intrusive Thoughts), and I now have a better understanding and idea of Nico Flores as a character.

Mm, fic preparation.

Also planning on reviewing one of the earlier episodes from Season 1, the one when c!Thomas talks about what he wants in an ideal partner. I have a thought, but I'll wait until I've got all the info to share it.

Anyway: I've finished the general outline for le fic, and am working on the detailed one as I post this. Admittedly, it's formatted kinda weird.

The point is: wanna see how it's formatted? It's in a funny way.

Let me know if y'all want a lil peek at wtf I'm talking about.

[helloitscandelabra]

why does hermione have to travel to the 70s like im getting bored with this marauders bit (only care abt remus), why couldnt she, idk damn, time-travel to when remus was all alone (i never read hp books except #4 & #7, vaguely in middle school tho)

[starclast]

A last memory 💔

(P.S: Just a little scene recreation from this fic of mine 👇

If you are interested, go ahead and read it. Just please take into account that is in Spanish, okay? 🙏)

[dont-reyna-my-parade]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Annabeth Chase & Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson Characters: Connor Stoll, Rachel Elizabeth Dare Additional Tags: Canon Rewrite, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pretend Connor has a crush on Annabeth, Post-The Battle of the Labyrinth (Percy Jackson), Book 5: The Last Olympian (Percy Jackson), Developing Relationship, Percy and Annabeth talk about their feelings, Feelings Realization, Percy is emotionally mature AU, Annabeth Chase deserves some validation, Jealous Percy Jackson, Jealous Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), percabeth Summary:

“He doesn’t like you back, Annabeth”

The words cut like a knife dipped in poison, but she couldn’t dignify this with a reaction. Just let it go, and she might’ve, if he didn’t keep digging.

“I’m sorry but its true! The whole camp knows how you feel about him, If he wanted to do something about it, he would!”

or

Percy and Annabeth are forced to confront their feelings after he overhears another's confession of feelings for her.

Takes place sometime before the war in The Last Olympian.

[thunder-point]

First chapter of "Omega Phum breathing Alpha Peem in" is finished

This is a journey. It's my blood, sweat and tears and more is to come. I also need to make the moodboards.

(i'm a very shy being but i saw @alan-apologist 's tags about tagging so i will do my duty and tag <3)

[vmures]

4 & 11 for Hungry Like a Wolf!

4. My favorite line of dialogue from this one is:

I actually enjoy a lot of the dialogue in this one because writing Bobby is just always fun. Favorite line of dialogue is a tie between “What was I smoking when I agreed to go camping for our anniversary?” and “We are so doing that again.” because they always make me giggle a bit.

11. What did I like best about this fic?

I actually love how steamy this one is. It was my first time writing smut and I really love how it turned out in the end.

[sunny-writes-flowers]

“A vial of colored water.”

Summary: "Commodus heard about an apothecary who was rumored to have some potent aphrodisiacs. He, always eager to try new things, decided to pay the apothecary a visit."  Rating: T Statute: One Shot Relationship(s): Commodus x fem!Reader  Warning(s):  Established relationship; Implied description of smut; Implied threat; rude language; mention of hypothetical pregnancy. 

Commodus, rode through the streets of the city, surrounded by his praetorian guard. They were wearing clothes humble enough to not be recognized by anyone, also wearing a hood to cover their faces.  

They passed by the grandiose buildings and lavish fountains, but soon they reached the darker and more dangerous areas of Rome. Commodus dismounted his white horse, and continued by walking, always accompanied by his four trusted men. 

The streets were narrow and crowded, with merchants and peddlers selling their wares on every corner, lined with brothels and taverns. The smell of smoke and sweat hung heavy in the air. Commodus did not even hesitate to show his profound disgust. How could they live in such condition? 

As they walked through the dingy alleys, the stench of filth and decay filled their nostrils. People were huddled together in squalid shanties, and the ground was covered in garbage and mud. 

As Commodus watched the plebs, one of his guards patted him on the shoulder, showing him a shop falling into disrepair. The emperor smirked. 

The apothecary's shop was dimly lit, with jars and bottles of all shapes and sizes lining the shelves. As soon as Commodus entered, the apothecary, a wizened old man with a long white beard, looked at him with a hard look. "You little piece of shit, if you come to rob me, know that the emperor's guard are on the brothel next door, I just have to shout for them to come!” 

Commodus was astonished by the old man's words. One of the guards preceded the emperor and removed his hood. "Poor fool, salute your emperor, instead of acting cowardly!" 

And as Commodus lowered his hood, the old man was taken aback, immediately greeting him with a bow. "Your highness, it’s an honor. What can an old man like me do for you?" he asked. 

Commodus looked around the shop, sizing up the various herbs and powders on display. Another guard violently pushed the old man out of Commode's passage.  

The stench of the shop hit the guards like a wave, they instinctively covered their noses with their sleeves. Commodus, however, seemed unfazed. He strode forward, examining the shelves and jars with interest. 

One of the four guards, piqued with curiosity, picked up a few jars, opened them, and sniffed at the contents. He suddenly gagged and Commodus wrinkled his nose in disgust. "It stinks in here, close and put that were it was." he said, turning to the old man. 

Then he leaned in close to the apothecary, the old man trembling, and whispered, "I need something special...You know. Something that will... how can I say it... Humm...Put a little fire in my belly and my wife's, if you know what I mean..." 

The apothecary nodded, trying to hide his surprise. "Yes, your highness," he replied. "I have a special blend of herbs and spices that is sure to arouse even the coldest of hearts."   

The apothecary led them to a small shelf in the back of his shop, where he kept his most potent potions. He selected a small vial and handed it to Commodus. "This should do the trick," he said. "But be warned - it is not for the faint of heart."   

Commodus took the vial and examined it closely. It was a deep red color, with a strange and pungent odor. He could feel the apothecary's eyes on him, and he knew he was being judged. It made him uncomfortable, but he couldn't let the old man see his vulnerability. 

"How much?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant. 

"Five hundred denarius," the apothecary replied. 

Commodus scoffed. "That's an outrageous price for a vial of colored water." 

"It's not just water," the apothecary said. "It's a concoction of rare herbs and spices, mixed with the blood of a virgin and blessed by the gods themselves." 

Commodus rolled his eyes. He knew the old man was trying to scam him, but he didn't care. He had more money than he could ever spend. 

"Fine," he said, throwing a bag of coins on the counter. "I'll take it. And if it doesn't work, I'll come back and make you pay with my bare hands." 

The shopkeeper bowed low, fear etched on his face. He handed over the jar, and Commodus tucked it into his cloak. 

"Come on, let's go," he said to his guards. "This place reeks." 

They couldn't help laughing heartily. Commodus pulled his hood back over his dark hair. And as a guard opened the door for him, Commodus looked the apothecary in the eyes one last time. "Selling poison is illegal. But if my wife gives me an heir, I'll overlook the vials I've seen here. I’m I not merciful?" Commodus asked before leaving.

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TENTACLE SECLUSION 👀👀👀

Hehe, I am quite fond of this one 👀

Lan Xichen returns from a night hunt and everything seems fine at first, but then he goes into seclusion without telling anyone. He refuses to see guests and not even Wangji is allowed to come inside.

Wangji is worried, so he starts to communicate with him through writing. He reassures him that no matter what has happened to him, he would still love him. It takes a long time, but eventually, Xichen lets him inside.

Inside the Hanshi, he immediately notices that something is off - Xichen's skin has turned blue and he acts strangely. It turns out that Xichen was hit by a curse that turned him into a tentacle monster hybrid, and nothing can turn him back 🐙

Xichen is scared about Wangji's reaction, but Wangji.... welll.... he thinks his brother got even more beautiful and REALLY wants to touch the tentacles...