#novel-based fic

[dual-domination]

"Huh… there's something I've been meaning to ask, I left you alone for a while because your bad mood was terrible and I didn't want to get fired… You always curse at me but you always end up sitting down to smoke and tell me what's bothering you when I ask you. The last few times I asked you, you didn't come sit with me and kept everything to yourself. Was it just because of the case or…?" “You can call me whatever you want, at the office or not.” That was a potentially very dangerous and distracting privilege, but Zhao Yunlan didn’t like the idea of Lin Jing going back to just calling him ‘Zhao-chu’ like the rest of the department. Zhao Yunlan chuckled a bit thinking about how many times over the past few weeks that he had practically fled from Lin Jing’s side after snapping at him to get back to work. He had been such a mess. “It wasn’t the case that was bothering me. The case was just something there that I tried to throw myself into as distraction, not that it worked very well.” Turning in Lin Jing’s hold, Zhao Yunlan looked at the other’s face for a moment. “Do you want to know what was troubling me so much?” “Of course I do,” Lin Jing replied easily. “I do care, in case you haven’t noticed yet.”

Chapter snippet because @tazzy-ace and I forgot to post the link the day we updated the fic ;-; BUT HERE IT IS!

[sinfulpatata]

meeting your past self be like:

yllz: midget.

mxy!wwx: virgin.

lwj, being smothered by tits: mn.

[urdreamgirls-dreamgirl]

call it what you want, T, Steddie

If it wasn’t happening to him, Steve would think this whole entire story sounded like an absolute fairytale. Two lifelong best friends traveling home for an end-of-summer visit together after years spent assuring everyone they were just friends, no really, we’ve never even thought of each other like that! and realizing they’re deeply in love with each other just before it’s too late. It sounds like the plot of one of those Hallmark movies Steve is always begging Robin to watch with him at Christmastime.

But it’s kind of difficult to appreciate the romance of it all when it’s his fiancée telling him that she’s actually been in love with someone else all along.

OR: After Nancy breaks off their engagement, Steve is forced to move in with Eddie Munson, practically a stranger, who's also going through a breakup... with the guy Nancy left Steve for. When the two get invited to their exes Christmas wedding, they decide to do the most logical thing: pretend to be happily in love.

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My fanfic for the Steddie Winter Exchange is finally here @steddieexchange!! Happy holidays/winter time/New Year to my giftee @starthecozy. I couldn't fit every single trope in here, but I tried my best and I hope you like it. :)

[cat-b0t]

Some richie doodles based on a fic draft I have plus a little bonus eddie k <3

[youngyoo-apologist]

Regressor OG!Cale and Regressor!Kim Roksoo based off of that one Skip and Loafer panel

[tiredsurvivoronmain]

Chrisker fic 01 - No umbrella needed

"Why do you have that?" Chris flinched, whipping his head around. Behind to the left standing tall with smooth, bare forearms crossed and a face with featureless expression, was captain Wesker. It was the end if the day, the rest of alpha team had left by the time he finished his reports. The captain still being on the premises wasn't unusual, he was always the last to leave the station and lock up the office for the night. To make an appearance while Chris was in the locker room preparing to go home was unexpected, but not unwelcome. But why was he here?

"Have what?" he asked, admittedly confused as to what the older man was referring to. Wesker jerked his head towards the point man's open locker.

"The toy." Chris glanced at it, "Oh that." He plucked it off the shelf. The toy in question was a broken glow in the dark yo-yo. The two loose pieces clattered as he held it out for Wesker to take. The man stared at the pitiful looking object as if he had never seen such a thing before. Unfolding his hairless and toned arms, he carefully extracted it from the point man's palm. Holding a piece in each hand, glancing back and forth between them seemingly perplexed by the state of it. The somewhat comical reaction made Chris purse his lips to supress a laugh. Wesker's attention suddenly snapped up to him as if he had laughed, sending a wave of prickling heat through his body.

"Why keep something that's broken? It no longer serves its purpose." he said bluntly.

The point man's mouth now twitched into a smile; Wesker rarely engaged in casual banter with the team, it was always one of the team members to initiate it but even then it was usually short lived. Being the one to start a conversation for once and show genuine curiosity made Chris feel warm inside, that something about him was special in Wesker's eyes. It was no secret that Wesker had a developed a fondness and favouritism for him, but it was one that Chris had an attraction for the captain. Nothing could become of it of course for a multitude of reasons, and it was certainly not a good idea to have feelings for a superior. Nevertheless it didn't stop him from indulging and enjoying moments such as this. Conversing alone with the man was only fuelling his interest in him further. "Just because something is broken doesn't mean it's not important." Wesker's thin lips parted as if to speak, however he allowed Chris to continue. "This is something my father gave me. It's one of the few things I have left to remember him by." The older man nodded, giving a barely audible 'ah' in understanding.

"I see. Why not fix it if it's that significant to you?"

Chris shook his head, still smiling.

"I tried. Some things can't be fixed and that's okay, I'm just happy to have it, y'know?" Wesker's head tilted downward slightly, expression vacant. It was impossible to see the eyes behind the ever present aviators. Most people had trouble identifying his mood or what he could thinking, even some of the STARS members can't figure him out that well. Chris, who often watches the captain and his mannerisms, had become accustomed to his body language and subtleness of his expressions to have him figured out. Not completely though. Still, Chris wished he could see his eyes more. It was a rare sight witnessing the captain without the shades, yet the steely blue-grey eyes, pale eyelashes and penetrating gaze always had a hypnotising affect on him. There was a hidden emotion behind them that Chris could not recognise. The best he could make of it was that of a bird of prey scanning for a potential meal in the distance, looking for something that wasn't there. The silence between them had become loud enough for Chris to notice. It took a moment for him is realise Wesker hadn't responded at all during his mental wander. Nothing had changed, he was still staring at the toy in his hands. Was he alright? Was he waiting for Chris to say something?

Before he had a chance to inquire, the silence lifted as if they had both been holding their breaths.

"You accept that it's broken? That it can't be fixed?" he murmured. The tone of his response was strange, as if it was more of a statement to himself rather than a question.

"Better broken than not having it at all." Chris shrugged, smile now fading and frowning a little by the oddness of the older man's words. Maybe he was simply tired, it had been a long day for alpha team after all and the setback with the paperwork wouldn't have helped.

Wesker hummed.

Something didn't feel right about the way he was taking this information, as if he didn't fully understand the reasons or concept of an object having sentimental value regardless of it's condition.

Putting the two pieces into one hand, he hesitated before holding it out for Chris to take back. If he didn't know any better it felt as if Wesker was reluctant to return it. As Chris took it his fingertips brushed over the other man's soft palm, making his heart jolt a but he kept his composure. Well, tried to; his cheeks burned against his will which he hoped Wesker wouldn't notice.

"Thank you, Chris." he muttered quietly, watching the point man return his retrieved possession to the locker. Chris looked back at him, baffled.

"For what?"

No answer came. Only another drowning silence and impassive stare.

Before he knew it Wesker was on the move, walking towards the locker room door with the clear intention of leaving. Suddenly feeling dejected from being ignored Chris hastily said a goodnight just as the captain was stepping through the doorway. Without stopping or glancing back, he quietly returned "Goodnight, Chris.", before disappearing into the dimly lit hallway back to the office, leaving the point man alone in the silence. That lovesick high he experienced when Wesker showed up and began conversing with him was long gone. The unexpected change in mood between them made his heart sink.

Did I say something wrong? ...

Why did he come to the room if it wasn't to interact with his locker? To talk to Chris? His cheeks flushed at the thought, chest tightening.

What other reason was there? Maybe the feelings were mutual...

He pushed the thought back but his heart continued to pound.

Don't be an idiot, of course he doesn't feel the same way...he's not like me.

Sighing, unsure what to think or feel anymore, he grabbed his Made In Heaven jacket and slipped it on over his aching shoulders, zipping it up fully in preparation for the trek home, deciding to focus on that instead of the captain's unusual behaviour.

Last time he checked outside it wasn't raining but it was expected to be this evening. Slinging his trusty old USAF backpack over a shoulder, he turned the light off before exiting; he doubted Wesker would be coming back here.

As he entered the empty hallway the tell-tale sound of heavy rain made him grimace. Looking at the window opposite him it was indeed pelting with rain. He was going to get soaked to the skin within minutes. He'd have to call a cab or get lucky and find an umbrella somewhere in the office, there was no way he was- "Chris." Again he flinched at his name. Almost cursing in surprise.

Looking to his right down the corridor was Wesker; locking up the STARS office. The blue of was shirt now covered by an expensive looking black wool coat that was buttoned up. It was long and elegant, reaching his knees. Wesker's change to an upper-class like appearance made Chris feel like he was wearing rags in comparison. He looked even more handsome and at home in this coat than in his uniform; the point man's started to flush the longer he stared at him.

Collecting himself, Chris stopped his gawking before it became too obvious.

"Yeah?" he said as calmly as he could, ignoring how furiously his heart was beating in his ribcage. Both from being startled and because he was alone with Wesker again. Glancing at the window nearest to him that was being mercilessly pelted with rain, he gazed back at Chris with a slight smile.

"The weather has taken a turn for the worst, may I offer you a ride home?"

The point man fought hard to hide how surprised he was. However it was an intimidating idea; alone with him in a car? What if he said something embarrassing and ruined the moment? No, he had to go, if he didn't he might not get another chance and he'd kick himself for missing it.

"Are you sure? The traffic will be murder." he said shyly, now unable to control his smile.

"I'm in no rush. Besides, it won't be so bad with you keeping me company, Chris."

Feeling like the wind had been knocked out of him his cheeks burned tenfold. Wesker flashed a smirk, now turning to walk away down the hallway.

"Let's go."

Chris obeyed without a second thought, excitedly trotting after him.

"Yes sir!"

[jihnari]

my goal as a writer is to have people click on my ao3 profile and say to themselves, "??? what HAPPENED here"

[goldrushzukka]

You should know that I'm rereading aidays rn and now that Casual by Chappell Roan is a thing it is ABSOLUTELY on my mind

i have gone back and forth several times about whether casual is an aidays song and i think. yes. but not zukka.

casual is the official anthem of my most beloved aidays azuki <3 the bitterness, anger, and resentment in chappell's voice fits them so perfectly i can't tell if i stole the idea from her or she stole it from me

[threadmonster]

Concept:

It's May 4th and Shinra has been talking about his plans to marathon Star Wars with Celty. He isn't particularly interested in the series but Celty is intrigued by aliens and all. Izaya is annoyed. Of course Shinra, as usual, only cares about Celty. It still makes him feel gloomy though, it's not like Shinra ever forgot his birthday before.

He gets even more annoyed when Shinra calls him for a favor. Why should he care if Shinra forgot a few things at the store? But it's fine, whatever, it's not like he has anything better to do. Even his own sisters didn't bother to send him his birthday death threat.

Shinra told him to let himself in. He doesn't know why all the lights are off. He huffs and turns them on all just to be bombarded by a chaotic mess of "Happy Birthday" wishes and a camera flash in his face.

He doesn't know what to say or how to react. He sees Shinra, Celty, his sisters, Kyohei and the van gang, Simon was there. He wants to get mad, how dare he be fooled like this. In truth, he doesn't even know how to feel about it.

You see, his self-worth is so low that he can't understand, people do care about him.

[leonardalphachurch]

there are a lot of stories i want to write but they take a lot of effort and so they’re really hard and then others stories that would take less effort but i also want to write them way less and so they’re also really hard and all that to say i am considering if i should make some of those latter stories into visual novel…

[oakwolves]

Also random but ive been trying to figure out the fonts used in the og HSS game and i THINK the black speaking text is Arial Rounded MT Bold and the text for character names and such is Graduate.

[lunastarhawk]

So... I stumbled onto this landmark in the Storm Coast, and its codex...

...and thought about the lyric in the song Somewhere Only We Know...

I came across a fallen tree / I felt the branches of it looking at me / is this the place we used to love?

...the song which happens to be the inspiration for my ongoing Dorian x Inquisitor series of mini fics in which they meet in various Fade memory versions of their favourite places during the events of Veilguard...

...and then I lost my goddamn mind and wrote a thing.

[dual-domination]

Having 'Cheng Xinyan and her sad gay best friend' brainrot.

"Oh, Shen Wei, we're really in it now"

[freddie-mercury-rising]

"Home was a comfort to Freddie. His mother was glad to see him, and began in earnest to prepare all his favourite meals: warm, rich tapestries of flavour that he had missed terribly when he was away at school. There, among mostly white English boys, Freddie had dreamt of bhakhra and dhansak and his mother’s warm hands sliding him brun pav fresh out of the oven first thing in the morning. At home, he didn’t have to try and explain what being Parsi meant to an audience of blue-eyed stares."

Read more...

[mira-likes]

The urge to rewatch the whole of Joy of Life just after you’ve finished s2 of Joy of Life

[pa-pa-plasma]

quite frankly i am shocked & disappointed with the Phandom for the lack a werewolf AUs. where is your fucking awoo