#res writing

[respheal]

WIP Wednesday

I was working on this Legend of Zelda post-TotK fanfic to get myself back into writing. It was workin for a bit, and I need to find the time spoons to finish it. I might just start posting it on Ao3 to see if engagement can maybe goad me into finishing it. It's post-totk and an excuse to dump some of my lore headcanons in a not-totally-expository way.

Elements include time travel, Majora's Mask and Hyrule Warriors shenaniganery, and Link being a traumatized little king. Also an OC of a sort.

Mid-story snippet after the cut (Progress: 6/10 chapters drafted):

The once-green fields and marshes of Blatchery Plain were covered in viscous red-black puddles. Like maggots on a corpse, Gloom-laden blin of all varieties crawled over the plain, more than Link had seen in years—in a century. Smoke, fire, and dust obscured their forms.

Captain Hoz and his squad had rushed to the plains as well, and they were already at the bridge, rushing towards the monsters with their weapons bared.

Darker shapes stirred in the heart of the plains, reflecting the evening light strangely—emitting their own light. Glowing purple lines traced their forms. One turned, revealing a bright blue eye.

Guardians.

Link choked. He fell off his horse and backed up against the mountain. He was certain the Guardian’s laser sight was already on him, despite the distance. Not again. Not again.

“Link!” Zelda yelled, snapping him out of it. “Please, we need your strength. Look at the Sword.”

Forcing himself to breathe, Link drew the Sword from her sheath. She was glowing, a cool white-blue light wisping around the blade.

The Sword only glowed in the presence of her enemy.

Link could taste Malice in the air, like copper and sulfur. But something else caught his attention, a dry feeling like the finest sand, a smell like frost.

“Do you feel that?” Zelda asked. “That’s time magic.”

Link’s jaw clenched. He was certain whatever was causing that would make itself known at an inconvenient time. He took the slate back, pulled out his paraglider, and wrenched it open with his hand and teeth. “I’m going down. Get to the big rock near the bridge and keep the river to your back. Stay near the roads no matter what.”

“We will. Be safe.”

“You too.”

Link launched himself off the cliff, holding the paraglider above his head. It yanked at his arm hard as it caught the wind, its shoulder brace—for his lost arm—dangling free in the wind. He couldn’t steer more than to adjust the angle downward with one arm, but it would have to do. The battle was ahead of him in all directions, after all.

[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

[lucabyte]

monologue

[unlimited-nobu-works]

my group chats on private MMO servers

[limbel]

🏳️‍🌈 day 5 ~ cursed or not

Dean was barely seventeen years old when he had to burn the remains of the nuns. He still remembers the heat of the fire on his dirty fingers, the grey smoke making his eyes all wet and swollen and sore (it wasn’t the smoke, it wasn't).

That’s what love must feel like, he though: blistering, painful, unkind.

Maybe they really were cursed. Maybe he is cursed too.

[thechekhov]

👌Content™

[brigid-faye]

headcanon that Peter was a brunette until Ron cast sunshine, daisies, butter mellow turn this stupid fat rat yellow

[hedgehog-moss]

I was talking with a friend the other day about how I was fascinated with American school life when I was a teen because it seemed so different from how things are in my country (I knew about US high schools thanks to Hollywood, an accurate and trustworthy source) and we talked about which aspects of US schools felt foreign or strange to us and one thing I brought up was, how American teens only seemed to have like 15min for lunch (I had 1h30 here in France), as evidenced by the cafeteria scenes (no one seemed to eat a proper four-course meal? I definitely never saw a separate cheese course), and I was like, I envied a lot of stuff about US schools but not this

... and I went looking in my old diaries to see if I ever wrote about this, and you know what? I was wrong. I did envy their school lunches which, like almost everything about US schools, felt intriguing and different and cool. The reason middle school-me thought American school lunches were superior to French ones is because, since American teens in TV shows only seemed to get like 4 chicken nuggets and a milk carton for lunch, their lunch tray was very light and they could hold it with one hand under it, the other hand in their pocket or holding their bag strap on their shoulder all casual-like. Sometimes there was no tray, even!

I envied these American teenagers for their lunchtime nonchalance. I would have liked to handle lunch in this cool-cat way but my French lunch tray being loaded with 4 different heavy and breakable plates, I had to hold it carefully with both hands. In my view this was unfair as the hindrance of governmental nutrition guidelines made French students look like uptight nerds, unable to strut around the cafeteria with one hand in our pocket like we didn’t care. Same for the absence of lockers in our schools, we had to carry all our books on our back all day like studious turtles whilst the beautiful 25 year old American teens on my television casually leant against their lockers chatting with friends then strolled around school with just a couple of books tucked under their arm like they were in Dead Poets Society. Thank god there was an ocean between us, imagine a French kid entering a US school cafeteria carrying 3 binders and 5 textbooks in their big rucksack and holding their tray with two hands like a complete loser

Note that these comparisons are quite worthless since I don't know what US school life / food is like in the real world (I imagine it varies a lot!)—I just find it funny to re-read old diaries and discover what was important to kid-me. Discussing these little cultural differences gleaned from US TV series, adult!me is like "yeah I remember being intrigued & envious about a lot of things! Not their school lunches though, they didn't look balanced and nutritious"—meanwhile middle school-me, focused on what mattered, was like, imagine what we could be... imagine being able to hold your lunch tray with 1 hand instead of 2 thus accessing a realm of coolness unfathomable to us in our backward country

[merakidoll]

to my toji lovers … remember i’m just a girl !

you and toji’s relationship was a silly joke that you were too blinded by cock to see. toji had one motive in his scheme: lottery tickets. and you just so happened to be the girl who ran the store late night. “is this good doll?” his rough voice was in your ear, cock so deep in you that he felt that print on your pudge. his hands pressed down making you lose your mind. head falling back, thankful hitting his shoulder.

he kissed your face closing his eyes, and making his thrust rougher- so much to where you had to lean on the rusty countertop praying no late night customers walked in. your head was spinning, the dick making your skin tingle, that drove you to say the most outlandish things- likeee this! “c-cuminmeee ohgod! p-please want your baby” toji’s cock jerked inside of your soft walls, his hand wrapping around your braids making his thrust rough and long, making you feel the way his tip poked at your inside. “you want my baby?” he smirked, watching how your pretty ass, with the most beautiful stretch marks clapped against him.

the cream ring around his two toned dick didn’t help the case of him wanting to fill you up. what made the whole situation worst was toji has no business having kids, but with you- it didn’t sound so bad. as his balls slapped against you one last time, your pussy clenched so tight that it sucked every last child from him. “fuckfuckkkk” you cried head falling on the hard surface, pussy creaming so much that it dripped down your legs hitting your khakis. after a short moment of his rough voice calming you down, toji pulled up your panties making sure to keep his cum locked in you. already thinking of the life time amount of lottery tickets he would be getting- not including the twenty in his over-worn sweatpants.

[angellwingss]

Not trying to start anything but like. The amount of arcane fans that genuinely believe Jayce only cares abt Viktor and completely push Mel to the side or even forget she completely EXISTS is. Baffling

[l3viat8an]

Levi's favorite thing to do while watching anime with MC is fingering and/or fondling MC's boob/boobs. Levi makes comments about the show and asks for MC's opinion. Meanwhile, MC is just a whiny, whimpered, teary-eyed mess sitting on his lap or between in his legs. 🤤💜

Nsfw!

!!! Nonnie!!!- omggshsg that’s so hot 😩 especially the part about boobs

Levi and his obsession with your boobs literally just cuddling watching any anime-

Everything starts out innocent enough with you sitting in Levi’s lap as the show starts and then Levi’s hands start low playing with the hem of your shirt. He’s not trying to tease you, really!!! He’s just needs to keep his hands busy!!- yea, that sounds believable-

His fingers moving up your stomach, then up higher ‘n higher, while you try to focus on the screen and when his hands finally reach your boobs- fully cupping them, squeezing just a little, his thumbs running over your nipples-

Levi’s so engrossed in the anime playing that he doesn’t notice the way you gasp and let out whimpering little moans.

His hands keep squeezing and massaging, his fingernails digging into your soft skin…. building your anticipation…he gives your nipples some feathery light touches, then pinches them which makes your whole body jerk in his lap.

He doesn’t just stick to that tho, he’ll tweak and twist them too. he’s playing around with you. And then Levi says something about….the plot? Maybe. You’re not sure, after all you haven’t really been paying attention, he’s grumbling about how it doesn’t make sense and when you don’t reply Levi finally looks away from the screen and at you-

Your cheeks are bright red, eyes filled with tears from all his unintentional teasing. Levi’s mouth falls open a dry, “…..whoa..” leaving his lips- and that’s not really what you wanted to hear right now, meeting his eyes you beg, “Levi, please don’t stop….n-need more..” and you wiggle your hips against his again trying to get any friction you can down there. Levi’s mouth is still open a little bit and his eyes are still stuck on your face so he simply nods, hands still on your tits- now he wants to watch you, wants to see if you can really cum just from him playing with your boobs….

You’ll both end up coming in your pants before the episodes even over-

[naonap]

men used to go to war

[glazedcroissant]

I've been reading @post-it-notes7 heart and soul series once again, and I wanted to make some more fanart! As such, doodles:

Read their fic here!

[lucky-fy]

For the Laicion nation (aka, me and three other people)

I had this illustration commissioned (a big thank you to @lunehowls) for my werewolf AU Laicion fic (still a WIP).

The general pitch is as follows :

AU in which Laios never got to meet his sister again, putting his life on a whole other path, a more desperate one. A military deserter with barely a coin to his name, Laios hitches a ride on a boat to one of the elven continents, where he learns about magical tattoos that binds one’s soul to a wolf’s, effectively making them artificial werewolves. Illegal magic be damned, this feels like the answer to… everything.

In the process, he learns about the existence of an illegal fighting ring in one of the elven cities, where beastmen gladiators gather. Freshly tattooed and without anywhere else to go to, Laios decides to head there, where he meets Lycion, an elf and artificial werewolf gladiator. If they first bond over a simple shared meal, by spending time together (sharing the same room in the barracks, maybe the same bed? gasp) they find that they have a lot in common, notably a shared distaste for the body they were born in, a dysphoria partially remedied by becoming a werewolf.

They bond :)

NB: I commissioned another piece, go take a look :D

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I'm sorry but the irony of Nico calling Max unprofessional is sending me so bad like sir there's an entire garage full of people, who were literally in the trenches trying to survive the Brocedes fallout while just doing their jobs, who might have a few things to say about your (& Lewis') level of professionalism at that time 😭✋️

[sailormoonsub]

I've always loved this bit. Intentional or not, it's a rebuttal against the gnostic idea that we should strive for ultimate purity, to transcend earthly desires and flawed material existence. To exist in a body is not evil, nor is it trivial! In fact, we should celebrate inhabiting a physical form! A mere consciousness cannot wear pretty dresses or eat ice cream or high-five another soul! I do not aspire to become one with the abstract cosmic soup; how will I say I have a friend if I cannot distinguish the Self from the Other?