#no i haven’t abandoned this fic

[someone--stupid]

an extremely uncomplicated situation chapter 4/?

It had become a thing.

Chloe still wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but she did know that it was a thing.

There hasn’t been any nights like the one where Chloe had let herself get carried away, but there had been more…moments.

Lingering glances and stolen kisses.

They had to be careful. With seven other girls in the house it wasn't always easy to find time alone, especially considering Beca and Chloe were the two co-captains. Rarely a moment went by when at least one of them wasn’t needed by the other girls for something. Not every crisis was Bella related, but somehow Beca and Chloe were always the first ones called for help.

And Chloe loved the Bellas, she really really did, and she loved how close they all were.

But sometimes she needed to be close to Beca in a different way.

A way that required a bit more privacy than she could afford.

[kingofanemptyworld]

hey you know what would be fun? a fic where the Royal Guard follows through with their plans to make Ichigo the new Soul King and Grimmjow promptly loses his shit because what the actual fuck Ichigo has already given these people literally everything, twice, and this is how they repay him? recruits Nel and Harribel and Urahara and Yoruichi (after Nel sits on him for a while because Jesus Christ Grimmjow you can’t storm Soul Society by yourself no matter how much you’ve powered up) and it’s the Ryoka Invasion all over again except with pissed off arrancar instead. I just think it would be neat

[avenin7]

we really need to start writing more fics about the botw champion’s being the threats they are. guys they are SOLDIERS. WARRIORS. they are not out here having little cutesy times ok? they are fucking killing shit. Link canonically killed a dude. they are the best of the best at what they do. show it. give these characters depth. don’t just make them their tropes.

like i want less people to just go ‘oh and then they killed an enemy camp anyway.’ like HOW my guy? i am BEGGING please give these characters more depth than what they were given on screen.

especially urbosa! shes not just mommy figure or wine aunt she is a LEADER of her people and a warrior show her acting like one. revali may be a prick but he IS the best warrior rito village has ever seen. he’s not shying away at blood or violence.

MIPHA. my god MIPHA BABY GIRL!! what did they do to you? made you into a uwu wify who is only here to be romantic conflict for other ships??? (and then get mad at you for it?) or only make you links girlfriend? SHE IS A PRINCESS AND A FIGHTER. just because she’s kind does NOT make her weak! she was chosen to piolet a divine beast. they aren’t going to let someone who isn’t capable do that. (SHARP TEETH AND CLAWS ALSO?????)

daruk is massive and strong enough he could probably rip a bokoblin apart with his bare hands, his weapon is there to make everyone else feel better.

like if were gonna write fics about needing to comfort or about anyone being squemish make it Zelda. have her realize she’s basically traveling with some of the most dangerous people in the country and having to figure out how she feels about it.

Like come ON y’all! Think of the fics we could be writing!!!

[zer0pm]

Imagine Leon showing you how to use a crossbow.

“My god, this is impossible!”

You hear Leon behind you chuckling and glance back at him with deadpan eyes, unamused that he found your struggle funny. The blond maintains a slight grin, unflinching under your glare.

He comments aloud, “It’ll take some getting used to. Imagine using this on moving targets with the wind against your favor.”

You half-heartedly groan at the mere thought, tempted to abandon using the primitive weapon entirely. However, ammo was scarce and crossbow bolts can be reused. Now if only you were proficient in using said crossbow. Sensing your frustration, Leon unfolds his arms and approaches you.

“You’re thinking too hard about it and it shows in your form.” His hands hover around your sides, one by your hands where you held the crossbow and the other at your back. Close, but not touching. Your eyes catch his, an expectant gaze in the pools of icy blue silently asking for permission. You granted it with a nod and immediately you feel the heat of his touch.

“Straighten up,” he instructs, his gloved hand firm against the middle of your back. With purpose, he runs it down your form, applying pressure to encourage you to follow his words. And follow you did, trying your best to hide the shivers that tingled down your spine as you squared your shoulders and puffed your chest. You hoped that he was not looking at your face, surely your cheeks must be burning.

His other hand clasps around yours holding the body of the crossbow steady and lifting, pointing the weapon towards the range. In the corner of your vision, the veiny cords of the powerful muscles in his arm tense and relax at the motion.

What would it be like if Leon held you? You can’t imagine Leon as much of a hugger, but the thought of him embracing you alights within you a new kind of warmth different from your shared body heat.

As you’re forcing your thoughts and eyes to cease their shameless wandering, hot breath tickles against the shell of your ear.

“Remember, you’re not shooting lead. Want to aim a little higher and let gravity do its thing.” Leon’s voice was clear, his explanation straightforward, but the smooth delivery and the reverb of every husky word was like velvet to your senses. You felt yourself slowly leaning closer into him, tempted to be wrapped in his entire being.

Thankfully, you caught yourself, stomping your heel flat on the floor before your back pressed completely against his muscular front. In doing so, your fingers accidentally squeeze the trigger out of panicked reflex. To your dismay, the bolt shoots out of the weapon, flying high across the range. You anticipated failure and prepared yourself to be overwhelmed with embarrassment- but to your genuine surprise, a metallic ping rings in the air. Not only did you hit the target, but your shot struck the medallion that was attached to it right at its center.

“You’re an artist, mate!”

You won’t lie, you actually forgot that the Merchant was watching the entire time, remembering his ever observant presence only when his voice blasts through the speakers in that uniquely rambunctious tone of his.

“Nice shot!” Leon pats your back in praise, bringing your attention back to him.

Your lips curve slightly followed by a casual shrug, “Honestly, it was just dumb luck.”

The man beside you shakes his head, dismissing your sheepish downplaying. “Against what we’re facing, sometimes that’s all you need.” He casts a glance at the felled target before looking back at you. The ends of his lips tug upward, transforming his usual hardened expression into something much softer and distinctly disarming. “A hit like that, though. That’s more than luck.”

Elation fills you, not just from your success, but from the sight of the man’s rare smile. It wasn’t a grin, it wasn’t a smirk, it wasn’t a reaction produced by fleeting amusement. It was a pure, genuine smile full of endearment.

Leon Kennedy, a picture of stoicism, smiling because of you.

You didn’t dare admit to him that you were distracted the entire time, that your shot truly did have nothing to do with skill and your concentration was broken entirely by thoughts revolving around him and his body. It was then did you notice that he still had his hand on your lower back. He must have kept you steady this whole time.

Not wanting to be separated from his warmth in case he realizes your lingering closeness and creates distance out of courtesy, you spoke up. “If I keep getting lucky, I’ll be a better shot than you in no time.”

The blond quirks his brow. “Think you can go toe-to-toe with me now?”

Got him. You smirk playfully, “Winner gets all the tokens!”

“Take them,” Leon scoffs with an exaggerated frown, “can’t get a gold prize for shit.”

You couldn’t hold back your own laughter then, missing how his blue eyes softened in adoration. His downturned lips ease into another gentle smile as he took in how your whole being seems to glow with infectiously positive energy. It is a sight he engraves in his memory before tapping your hands, silently instructing you to raise the crossbow once more. You take the hint, readying to the same position as he showed you before. Without your notice, Leon’s gaze falls onto the back of your head again.

“We’ll think of something else for you, then.” you say as you take aim, breaking the silence. “If you win.”

Intrigued by your playfulness, the handsome blond grins at your challenge with an idea already in mind. “Finish this round and I’ll take you on.”

With that you continued practicing. Leon kept spectating and offering sound advice, not once withdrawing his hand from you. You dragged on this rare opportunity to stay close to him for as long as you could.

[gd-dollopole]

So I was posting my 30.000 words chapter of my Merthur fic (yes, you read that right, 30.000), and I was on my third proof-read, right on Ao3, and I was thinking about saving it, in case anything happened. It’s been some time since I posted anything, so my brain has to re-load and do everything from scratch. I was fixed on writing, so I didn’t save the draft (subtle foreshadowing.) I was almost at the end, I had corrected typos, re-wrote entire paragraphs and set another pace to the writing. Then, on automatic, I clicked X on my PC, and deleted it all. Without saving shit. Ehm, so then, I got angry, and decided I would have simply put space between the paragraphs and post it, but I needed to put the HTML at least on the first four sentences of the work (they were a phone conversation, that’s why). Apparently, there had been a typo, because I click “post”, and Ao3 posts the entire work in <strong> 😍 So then I deleted the draft and now I’m debating whatever I should jump from the roof of my house or in front of a passing car.

Which one do you think is faster and less painful?

[i-am-a-fan]

*points to favorite character* is anyone going to give that guy a mental break down or do i have to do it?

[bathtub4rats]

If I get my autism diagnosis today I will draw 1 riddler of choice

Perhaps in a sexual manner

Perhaps not

Whose to say 😏

[vinelark]

I FEEL BAD FOR ASKING SO SOON AFTER THE LAST ONE BUT

~snippet sunday?~ 🫶🏼🫶🏼

i can be swayed 🫡

Kon just really hopes Robin texts back soon before Kon does something drastic, like ask Clark for advice.

[livesincerely]

The next week is filled with a fresh round of mandatory sexual harrassment and misconduct training for the entire staff. David spends most of it camped out in Conference Room 3 with not enough coffee, delivering the same spiel over and over again to glazed eyes and crossed arms, the clock on the wall mocking him with its glacial pace.

It’s Friday afternoon when the last group of employees are brought in. Except this time, when he steps up to the podium and introduces himself as David Jacobs from HR, he notices a man sitting near the back abruptly straighten in his seat, suddenly attentive. He’s, frankly, gorgeous, with deep brown eyes, a sharp jawline, full lips, and—

David’s gaze darts pointedly away, subtly adjusting his collar.

The session proceeds as usual, but this time there’s the tantalizing call of the weekend as the light at the end of the tunnel that makes them all a touch impatient. David wraps things up as quickly as he can, and doesn’t take it personally when the employees quickly file out the moment he’s finished speaking. He’s gathering up discarded information sheets to recycle and fantazing about cracking open a bottle of wine with dinner, when someone clears their throat behind him.

“So the sweater and slacks I knew to expect,” says an impossibly familiar voice. It’s the man from before, watching him from the doorway. “But after all this time, how did the glasses never rate a mention? ‘Cause that really feels like somethin’ I should’ve known about.”

And oh. Oh, so this is Jack Kelly.

David’s initial impression of gorgeous is even more accurate up close: dark hair and deeply tanned skin, broad shoulders and strong hands, and a smile that’s on the rakish side of charming.

“Mr. Kelly,” David greets, his heart pounding in his chest. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“I’m honestly jus’ takin’ this in,” Jack says, looking him up and down, and if the smooth city-drawl of his voice was attractive over the phone, it’s nearly lethal in person. “My imagination is pretty good, Jacobs, but it don’t hold a candle to the real thing.” He tilts his head, a swoop of hair falling over his forehead, and he really is that handsome, isn’t he? No wonder Martha in Reception is willing to grant him so many favors. “And I’m an artist by trade, so I know beauty when I see it.”

“You know, if you were hoping to get out of training, it’s usually best to drop the pick up lines before the session, not after,” David answers, arching an eyebrow. “And perhaps choose a mark that isn’t so familiar with your methods.”

“Why’s it gotta be a line?” Jack says, his grin only growing. “It’s the truth, ain’t it? Just callin’ a spade a spade.”

“Did you actually need something?” David wonders, shuffling his papers to hide his flushing cheeks. “Because if not, I should head back downstairs.”

“Chasing’ me off already, Dave?” Jack asks, ambling closer. “Not very professional of ya.”

“And what would you know about professionalism?” David reflexively banters back. His stomach flutters furiously, nervously, like he’s teetering on a tightrope and can’t quite find his balance.

Jack laughs, low and warm.

“Not a damn thing,” he agrees. “But you like me anyway.”

And, god help him, he really, really does.

[sepulchralsmile]

eye am slowly re editing and rewriting some stranglehold chapters 😳 been really stressed w school and work lately and honestly revisiting this story and writing more is making me feel human again lol 💗

[conquerthenight]

What's your favourite fic you've written?

It changes a lot, but at the moment it’s I Know Who You Pretend I Am. I just love the whole concept of Lydia dreamscaping and @edgyparrot is the best cowriter 🥰😘❤️

[ven10]

‘This Bird Has Flown’ [by @cygninae] chapter 4 doodle dump from a couple of months ago! :)

1-The main guy himself. (He is 14 but technically he’s 12 but really he’s approximately 972.)

2- Isadora waiting oh so patiently in Mrs. Bass’ “eternally stuffy” classroom.

3+4- Duncan+Isadora’s reactions to The News.

[esdithequeen]

Everytime I sit down to write tcwatn I always end getting distracted rereading old chapters. Like damn where’s the rest of this

[peachfruitcake]

It's an absolute blessing to see your Sulinda art ♥️

Thanks so much!!!!!!!!!!! I plan to make more esp as I improve with my art and attention span ʕ”̣̫Ɂ ʕ”̣̫Ɂ ʕ”̣̫Ɂ

[big-barn-bed]

instead of asking for fic recs would you be comfortable giving out you ao3 so we can snoop through your bookmarks

achh <3 you’re so sweet but all my bookmarks are private! they span 15+ years of fandoms and interests, and are SUCH a mess.

I’m paulmccartney on ao3 though, if you ever see me in the comments or lurking in kudos! if I think of it I’ll start making my beatle bookmarks public.

[silvercaptain24]

Are you EVER going to finish the fic of wars passing out bc he's sick or is it just gonna fall off into the void?????

Hey, Anon, I know this is probably you excited about your favorite story. But this is not helpful in any way.