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[agentplutonium]

WIP Wednesday‼️

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I haven't done one of these things in forever, so here's a small update from yours truly ^^ This week: AU'S!! My favourite thing ever.

(Also, tagging whoever wants to participate! I'm too inactive to feel like I can tag anyone lol)

WIP 1: TLOU AU [Milo/Sweetheart main, Asher/Baabe, Angle is here]

I've been rewatching TLOU

There's been consequences to that

ANYWAY smth smth I wanted to write a TLOU au and of course the (what I'm hoping) set of oneshots/short multi-chaps is with how Milo/Sweetheart find each other again

WIP 2: PIRATE AU!! [Milo/Sweetheart main]

PIRATE CAPTAIN SWEETHEART

god captain sweetheart my beloved

I've talked about this before

specifically here

ANYWAY ex noble!Sweetheart x knight/guard!milo

Snippets will be under the cut because I don't want to put a really big post on your feed <3

TLOU wip:

There was a creak behind them, and Sneaks swung around, gun aimed. Their finger started squeezing the trigger, but a voice rang out. “Wait!” Sneaks paused, finally focusing on the figure in front of them. Familiar features looked back at them. His hands were up, one hand holding a handgun. Sneaks’ eyes were drawn to the scar that stretched on the outer corner of his left eye. They knew that scar. “Ash?” Sneaks whispered. It was. Asher Talbot, the best friend to them and Milo before the infection. Standing there, unharmed, in clean clothes, a jacket. There was a knife strapped to his thigh and a holster on the other. Asher was in clean clothes. “Holy fuck,” Asher said, a goofy grin spreading across his face. The sight sent a dull ache through Sneaks’ chest. They didn’t think that they would ever see that smile again. “I didn’t think I’d—” Asher didn’t finish the sentence, but they understood. Sneaks swallowed hard before adjusting the grip on their gun. They couldn’t get distracted. “Are you infected?” Asher’s face dropped, hesitating before starting toward them. “No. No! I wouldn’t—Sneaks, come on—” “Don’t!” Sneaks yelled, stopping him in his tracks. “I can’t risk it. You know I can’t risk it.” “Do you think I’d be standing here if I was?” Asher said, almost pleading with them. “What are you doing outside of a QZ?” “I found a group on the outside.” “The outside?” “Yes. A commune. There’s rarely infected up this far, it’s safe. We take care of each other.” Sneaks almost didn’t want to believe it. How could this be possible? A commune, outside of a QZ that wasn’t shut down immediately? Were they working with the fireflies? How did they get food? Medicine? How did they stay warm, and have shelter? They were in the middle of a tundra of a state, there was no way they survived this long. “Let me take you there,” Asher said quietly. “Let me keep you safe.” Safety. With one of their best friends from before the infection. Food, shelter, and warmth. People. Actual people. To talk to, who won’t fight them tooth and nail for a scrap of food. No battering to stay alive, no alliances with guards.  Sneaks wanted to. They really did. “I can’t,” They choked. “Not without… you don’t understand what I’ve been through. To find him. I have to find him. I…”

Pirate AU:

“Damien,” a voice rang out, quieting the ship as it was heard. “What do you have?” ‘What do you have’ as if Milo wasn’t a whole human being. His blood boiled as he looked for who was talking. His eyes fell on a pirate approaching them, cautiously taking one step at a time. They had a hat on, a long coat that vaguely resembled the colours of his town, and were overall very menacing. There was an air of command to them that he couldn’t ignore. A step behind them was another pirate, this one a lot buffer than the first had been. If the first was menacing, the second was straight-up evil-looking. Scars crisscrossed the skin he could see, and they disappeared under the clothes that they had on. “A captive, Cap’n,” Damien responded. “We don’t take captives.” The captain said slowly, eyeing Milo. “He doesn’t even seem like the type to be a good sailor.” “Hey—” The Captain had their sword out, almost leisurely, the point digging into Milo’s throat just enough to be prominent, before Milo could continue his sentence. “What? Does the pretty boy want to be a pirate? Want to be the criminal of the sea, hanging by his neck before the end of the week?” Milo didn’t answer. “That’s what I thought,” they said, putting the sword away. “I don’t want him.” “But, Captain,” the second pirate who had his arm started. He was bigger than Damien, but he didn’t seem as aggressive. “I think this is who we need.” “Is it? Him? The nobility?” Milo shook his head quickly. “I am not Noble, I swear.” “Then why were you in the mansion?” Damien asked. “I just—” “Damien, you’re smarter than this,” The Captain said. “It was Huxley’s idea! I just got us out of there before anyone noticed!” Damien defended. “Not true,” the big one—was he Huxley?—defended. “Cap, you have to believe me—” The captain held up their hand, and Huxley fell quiet. “I don’t want him,” they repeated, “throw him over.” Damien and Huxley went to do just that, but Milo fought back. “Wait, please! Return me to shore!” He was able to break free for a second, but was unable to keep his balance, falling to his knees harshly. “And why should I do…” The Captain trailed off, looking at Milo. Milo’s chest to be more exact.  They stalked forward, face unreadable. Milo wasn’t sure what to do. They bent down, grabbing at his neck. Milo flinched away before he realized they had gone for his pendant. He stayed still, watching their face as they inspected it. The ship was dead silent as they did, the only sound was the lap of the waves against the boat, and the distant city they had just left. “What did you say your name was, lad?” The Captain whispered, looking at him. “Greer. Milo Greer.” The Captain studied him for a moment before straightening again. “I’ve changed my mind. Send him to the brig.”

Thank you for reading the full way!! means a lot to me <3

[sourrcandy]

intro/outro song tag game

thank you so much @veneritia for tagging me, i literally saw this tag game and gasped when you pinged for this.

rules: if your current WIP were a show (animated, live-action, etc.) then what songs would be played during the intro and outro/credit sequences?

for knights ; the intro would definitely be ' glory ' by the score and the outro would be either ' eyes roll ' by (g)i-dle or ' march ' by seventeen

for kill your darlings ; i tossed up with the intro but decided on ' house of cards ' by bts because you can't go wrong with classics and ' devil's advocate ' by the neighbourhood for the outro

tagging: @lexiklecksi, @serpentarii, @seasteading, @helioselene, @atelierwriting

[frenchiefitzhere]

I'm on my Colm and Marie shit again

[friendlyfaded]

happy wip wednesday my loves! i was tagged by @lovelylonerliterature to share, so here’s some sam/darlin sickfic comfort bc i’m sick and hate everything rn lol

tagging @sealriously-sealrious, @thesunandmoons-blog, and anyone else who wants to participate! (no pressure obv)

cw: male darlin, he/him darlin, sick character

It happened literally every year without fail. He didn’t know why he was surprised. Hell, Asher had even texted him a few days ago asking if it had happened yet. Tank was gonna blame this on him, he decided. He was gonna say some bullshit about how Ash jinxed him. Or, he would. If he was willing to admit that he was sick.

He forced himself up and out of bed. It took more effort than usual, which was saying a lot. If there wasn’t some kind of threat present forcing him awake, Tank struggled to get up in the mornings. He often pinned it on his nocturnal nature as a wolf, but considering David was just as much a wolf as he was and was still a fucking morning person, the argument didn’t really hold much water.

Water. That would clear up the soreness, no problem. Tank was sure that as soon as he hydrated a bit, he’d feel just as good as always. This was just his body protesting against being dehydrated, he was certain of it. He was almost able to convince himself that this was the case. He made his way to the kitchen, ignoring the way his bones shuddered at the uncharacteristic cold of the house, and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. He shook the bottle as he always did, then twisted the cap off and drank about half the contents at once. His throat was blissfully numb for a moment.

Then the soreness came back. It felt like he had swallowed sawdust. His throat felt scraped and rough and bad. He wasn’t sick, though. He couldn’t be sick. He didn’t have time for that. Ever since the… incident last year, Shaw Security had been understaffed. He wasn’t going to put David in a bind just because his throat was a little scratchy.

He coughed, rough and chest-deep, and couldn’t stop until long after he had run out of air in his lungs. Leaning against the counter, he forced himself to breathe deep, ignoring the overwhelming urge to hack his lungs out. He was fine. Allergies. It was his allergies.

(Never mind that he didn’t have allergies, or that it was almost December. That was neither here nor there.)

He was going to go to work, do his job, and then come home like always. He was not sick.

After all, if he ignored it, it would go away. Right?

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Wow! I'm really invested in this.

Anyways, here's a tidbit from the victorian AU fic. It doesn't have David, but I just wrote his introduction into the story 👀

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"Your turn." Vincent said from where he sat to Angel's right. They nodded and looked down at the table, squinting slightly. One of the problems with playing a common card game amongst the noble class, was that Angel didn't really fully grasp how to play. They knew a few of the basics which was how they were still in the game instead of sitting out on the sidelines. Their brow furrowed for a moment as Vincent leaned back in his seat to glance at their cards. Angel scowled at him and he rolled his eyes before tapping one of his cards. They stared for a moment before hesitantly placing down their own cards in the same placement. Vincent smiled and they returned the action with a grateful grin.

They were out in the next round.

[yuu9o]

Ren bby🥺

Twitter saw it first but i post over here too just in case..

[muisley]

rip kim dokja

[sincerelywhistler]

Tight squeeze

Bonus Davey image because I know no self restraint (& the actual post)

[diodellet]

cw: sorry for writing more bedroom shenanigans, it will happen again. unbeta'd, all mistakes are mine. probably some scientific inaccuracies, except for the inertia bits, that i understand. established relationship things and some light swearing. it's all lighthearted 😇

who needs morning alarms when you're partners with naga!jamil?

the first thing to wake you up is the cold press of his scales against your skin. which is the beginning of the end, sad to say. being part-reptile, of course his instincts bring him to search for the closest heat source. as the warm-blooded one in the relationship, you will make do.

which leads to your current predicament - not the comforting feeling of sleeping in his arms, the upper body situation is all fine and dandy on this side, you like the fabric of his sweater, you (both) deeply crave this kind of skinship, it's all good up here! - his coils are twined around your legs, heavy enough to pin you in place, leaving you vulnerable to the cold of the room. as your eyes crack open, what greets you is the dim blue glow of dawn. of course.

in this world of magic, you'd think they'd have created a kind of blanket that doesn't become utterly useless after several hours of shifting in one's sleep. with your limited movement, you manage to free one arm.

"jamil." you shake his shoulder.

"hmm?"

"can you get up, please? i need to shut off the ac."

to your dismay, he makes a vague sound of protest, curls his arms more protectively around you.

"jamil." he can't seriously be going back to sleep.

"it's still early, and you're all nice and warm..." and wasn't that the twisted miracle of this situation? the fact that you woke up before his alarms?

his languidness has got to be a joke. you've seen him move quicker than a bullet. snakes can haul ass when the situation calls for it. you weigh your options, you could yell 'spider' and risk the consequences of a freshly-awoken-and-panicking jamil.

or you could just freeze. who needs legs? who needs to move? the way his fingers idly stroked against the flesh of your stomach was nice and comforting -

"bullshit, you're also freezing...!" he just liked to see you struggle, didn't he? you try kicking your legs in a last bid to free yourself only for his coils to shift and properly entrap you in their grip.

oh that was unfair, being comprised of mostly muscle and having quick reflexes even when half-asleep. damned naga anatomy.

you heave an exasperated sigh through your nose, not even bothering to hide your annoyance.

jamil's breath fans across the back of your neck. "didn't you want to spend more time together like this?" he asks, faux-dejection creeping into his voice.

the skin of your nape erupts in a flurry of goosebumps, definitely not from the cold. you feel like you're burning, and you're not sure if that's a good thing.

so you decide to roll off the bed and take him down with you.

tagging my fellow jamilnatics: @viperwhispered @twstgo @crystallizsch @jessamine-rose @just-a-little-silly

(if any yall wanna be tagged for future jamil writing, just lmk through the replies. i know in my bones he will strike again)

[yetdevout]

in unrelated news, have an extremely early sketch of our favorite phone guy.

[darling-solaire]

Post Wedding Photoshoot with The Shaws

[agentplutonium]

gonna post a WIP Wednesday (not on Wednesday but I get a pass because I said so) because I haven't in a while and I'm actually excited to be working on this specific wip BUT:

@dizzy-n-busy has this amazing Milo art that they gave me permission to write an au off of. So here is a snippet of that cause I can't remember the last time I was this excited to write something.

Milo sidled up to the bar, perching on one of the stools as the bartender approached. “Gin, neat, would’ya Vincent?” “Of course,” Vincent said, giving him a small smile. It wasn’t like Milo’s order had changed much since he started coming here. “I’ll get that right up.” Milo glanced back at his table, watching as Asher continued to animately fight with David about something stupid. He couldn’t even remember what the original argument was about at this point. He scoffed, rolling his eyes. They always got like this. “Gin on the rocks,” a voice said near him, and Milo looked over to see damn near the prettiest person he’s seen in a while. “Anything for you, hun,” the second bartender said, whom they all call Volts because of their power before getting turned, while giving them a teasing smile. “You’re pretty late. I was starting to think I wouldn’t see you tonight.” “Case got me in the office late,” The person said. “Here you go, Milo,” Vincent said, sliding a glass in front of him.  “Hey, hey, before you go,” Milo started, motioning to the stranger a few stools down from him, “who’s that? I haven’t seen them before.” “Who, Sneaks?” Vincent asks. “They usually come in before you lot do. Listen, I wouldn’t-” There was a shout from the other side of the bar, the person waving Vincent over once they had his attention. Vincent turned back to him, hiding the slight frown that etched into his face from the patron. “I’ll be back.” He slipped off, and Milo made his move. Volts was just sliding the glass to this ‘Sneaks’ when Milo came up. “Person of taste, I see,” he commented, grinning at them. Sneaks regarded him for a moment, only to glance back at Volts. Volts only shrugged before slinking off with a coy smile. “What’s it to you, exactly?” “It doesn’t have to be anything you don’t want it to,” Milo said, sitting down, a stool in between them. Milo may have ulterior motives for this chat, but he wasn’t about to scare the pretty thing away. “Just friendly conversation.” “Why do I have a feeling it’s never just friendly conversation with you?” The stranger commented, raising an eyebrow before they took a sip from their drink. “Do you want it to be more than friendly?” Milo asked, lip turning up into a smirk. Sneaks didn’t answer, rolling their eyes. “Name’s Milo,” he introduced himself, holding out his hand. The stranger regarded it for a moment before reaching out to meet him.  “People call me Sneak’s,” They replied.  “You sure do like the mysterious aesthetic, huh, Sweetheart,” Milo teased.  “You got a problem with that?” Sneaks asked. “Not at all,” Milo said genuinely, bringing their hand up to kiss it. “Makes me more curious to get to know you, even.” “Yeah. Sure,” Sneak said, pulling their hand away.  “I’m serious,” Milo insisted. “I’m sure you are,” Sneaks said. “You don’t believe me,” Milo said, taking a sip of his drink. “It’s not that I don’t believe you,” Sneaks said, eyes trained on the glass in their hand, “just that you’re not the first to try. You’re either going to forget about me or not see me enough to properly pursue me.” “As if I could forget a cute face like yours,” Milo said. “I’d sooner be haunted by it than forget. I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m not like other guys.” Sneaks let out a humourless laugh. “Yeah, okay, toots.”

[sourrcandy]

switching up some kill your darlings worldbuilding to prepare for nano oop

[frenchiefitzhere]

Morsel Monday (because I never have this stuff ready for WIP Wednesday or Snippet Saturday so I DO MY OWN THING lol)

Just checked AO3 and I haven't published a traditional-style (and by that I just mean 'not a song' and 'not an audio') fic for a month.

So here's a little something I'm working on right now. Cliffhanger warning! hehehehehehe

David never called Colm at work, so he wasn’t surprised to hear the panic in his voice when he picked up. 

“Hello? David? What’s goin’ on? Is Milo okay?”

“Yeah. Milo’s okay. I’m okay. Everyone at the company’s fine. It’s actually a pretty quiet day over here.” He sighed. “But, umm…when’s the last time you talked to Marie?”

David heard the phone clatter to the floor on the other end.

“What happened? David. What do you know?”

“I just got a call from the grocery store by your house. They found Marie’s keys and figured out which car the keyfob went to in the parking lot. She had a company keychain on there, so they called here looking for the owner. Tell me she just had car trouble, Colm. Please.”

David would have to wait nearly a minute for an answer as Colm’s breathing slowed back to normal on the other end of the phone. “David, you know that woman hasn’t lost so much as a bobby pin in her whole life. It’s not car trouble. She would’ve called me. Or Milo. Or you, for that matter. Something’s wrong. What else do you know? Tell me everything.”

David heard a click as Colm began to record the rest of the call and his pen scratched furiously on a fresh case file. Occasionally, David thought he heard a sniffle.

Regardless of his position in the pack, he was grateful he didn’t have to tell Colm Greer to his face that his mate was missing.

[free-boundsoul]

It has been so long since I did art that wasn't the picrew. But I had to redesign Yandere Caller now that we have confirmation of his name and what he is, so here's a wip of Azmidi

[hinamie]

Please. For the love of all things good. Put him in that maids outfit

workin on it ;)