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Title: Taking Him Apart (and Putting Him Back Together) aka The Soft Dom! Ace! Viktor and Submissive! Praise Kink Motivated! Jayce series of various kinks.

Chapter 12: Micro - Macro / Size Difference / Monsterfucking - Astral Sex (part 2)

Rating: Explicit

Chapter 12 Summary:

Jayce could admit he was a tall and broad man, there had been nothing small about his mortal body when he'd been living in Piltover, and everyone was constantly looking up to him (both figuratively and literally). So to have Viktor, his love, whose back had always been bent by the weight of the world and his failing body, tower over him like a skyscraper, able to cover his whole body in a single hand, sending a new longing and desire through him. Jayce loved the idea that every part of his body could be connected to Viktor in some way through touch. After that session, Viktor became much more comfortable slipping into his Machine Herald appearance much more often, even in casual periods like them navigating their mind space lab or bedroom. Despite how bony and strange Viktor’s glassy metallic body was, it was nice to be manhandled to sit like a doll over its lap or picked up by its deceivingly strong arms to reach the blank space on their chalkboard so that he could complete a new equation. 

Aka the Soft!Dom! Ace! Vik and Sub! Praise Kink! Jayce series that takes places after the end of the Arcane finale.

Re-upload of the fic with the same name because I am dumb and accidentally deleted. If you wouldn’t mind signal boosting to reach anyone who follows the fic and needs the new link that’d be amazing thanks.

Also posting to let everyone know I am still planning to write more for this series despite the set back. Thank you for the continued support. <3

[rocknrollsalad]

rating: gen cw: death/dying, births, babies, period typical homophobia, drinking, underaged drinking, parties tags: life throughout the years, old men steddie, mentions of lumax, everyone grew up, sappy shit word count: 2353

written for @steddiemas prompt "midnights" and "first"

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It’s New Year’s Eve 1987 when Eddie and Steve kiss for the first time. That Christmas and subsequent New Year's were the first holidays Eddie had celebrated out of the hospital and he overdid it a little.

Or at least that’s what they were claiming. They were drunk and swept up in the holiday. Everyone was counting down and kissing, it didn’t mean anything. Friends can kiss. A point not helped by Steve trying (and failing) to kiss Robin.

They didn’t know what they didn’t know. It was a lot of tension that had to go somewhere and for months after they both insisted it meant nothing. Leaning heavily on the two drinks they’d had and the neighbor’s fireworks. It was a nice kiss but just the sort of things friends do. It meant nothing.

By the time they were ushering out not just a year but a whole decade, Eddie and Steve were kissing on purpose. As often as possible. They’d held out for too long but both of them managed to get their heads on right and realize their feelings. Together they made 1989 insufferable for everyone around them.

As Dick Clark counted down the last seconds of the year, Eddie had already pinned Steve against the wall. If there weren’t so many witnesses, they’d have rung in 1990 with a blowjob and not just a kiss. New relationships are like that, especially when it took so long to get there.

The following year marked the first time Robin took the second runner-up friendship kiss because Eddie and Steve were right all those years ago. Friends can and do kiss and Robin is too important to Steve to not be his next kiss of any new year.

In 93, they celebrate the new year alone in their new house. Everyone else is at the bar but the new home smell hasn’t worn off yet, Eddie and Steve stay home and watch TV. Little did they know it was the start of a trend. Soon enough they’d be picking their couch over the bar. Not yet, they've got a few more years left in them, but it does give them the delicious taste of celebrating at home a little sooner than their peers.

And they did go out consistently, each year. Until they celebrated the arrival of 1996 along with their new baby. Robin surpassed best friend duties and with some help from science, she and Steve had a beautiful baby girl almost a month before the new year. Steve was given full custody (not that the courts made it easy) and their lives would never be the same.

The two exhausted dads still managed to be up as the calendar flipped from 1995 to 1996 but not by choice. A colicky child who hadn’t known a night’s sleep since coming home with them didn’t stop for the holidays. Both Steve and Eddie were too tired to care, never mind kiss. If not for the neighbor's fireworks, they wouldn't have known.

Sixteen months later, a son was welcomed into the house. This time he was Eddie’s and it was the same struggle to make that legally binding but absolutely worth it. Their little house was overflowing with love and happiness.

Something about kids made time move differently and now they were ending another decade. Their friends were all over the country and no longer able to pop down to the same bar. Most of them were in the same boat as Eddie and Steve; a house full of kids and no desire to find a sitter. It didn't matter much anymore that the date was changing, not when there were things like first steps and first words to mark time with.

They all called each other the next day, everyone talked about the family portraits in the Christmas cards and about how tired they were. While it wasn’t the same, it was nice that the year started with familiar voices and favorite people. Even nicer that none of them had to give everything up to be a parent.

A new decade gave way to a new millennium. Time kept passing. Eddie swore he could still pass for twenty but his thinning, graying hair said otherwise. He blamed all of it on Steve, which was something Steve wore like a badge of honor. He still had a full head of hair and had never minded being a menace to Eddie.

The passing of time was measured like that now. Not with big parties or the use of a calendar but with graying hair and enrolling their daughter in school. Milestones were different and had nothing to do with the date. It was a favorite sweater their kid had outgrown and the way the lawn needed mowed yet again.

Of course, they still celebrated New Year, at a respectable eight o’clock. With fabricated ball drops and sparkling apple cider, Eddie and Steve still kissed as their children danced around the backyard with sparklers. Everyone was sound asleep by midnight with smiles still on their faces.

Life got boring but never stopped. Another decade passed and they were thinking about driver’s licenses and colleges. Steve and Eddie both were content with this being the rest of their lives. Nothing exciting or new but also nothing to complain about.

They made it to 2012 before they put a new twist on an old classic. Life wasn’t done throwing them curveballs. A late-night phone call from a party two towns over, their daughter was drunk, scared, and didn’t know what else to do. So she sat on a stranger’s lawn and called her dads, both of whom rushed to get her.

Eddie filled the car ride home with talk of all the parties he went to before he was old enough and Steve let him have the lie. Especially because correcting him would mean talking about all the parties Steve actually went to (and never seen Eddie at). They got her home safely and counted every blessing that she called.

The next day was filled with more of the same. Never once did they say they were disappointed because they weren’t. Both of them had been there and wanted to make sure that she knew no matter where she was or what time it was, they’d come to get her. In its own weird way, it was a great note to start the year on.

Two years later Eddie and Steve got another first, one they never thought they would. For the first time in actual decades, they stayed up to ring in another year because this time they could as newlyweds. Their oldest was in college and they’d been living together since before they could rent a car but now they could finally, legally marry. It made Steve as mad as it did happy.

The Munson-Harrington household became an official hyphenated household. In the months that followed, they adopted the child they didn’t father, and everyone could have the same last name for the first time. It might have been the best year in recent memory. A much-needed change to their family.

Little did they know but it was also their last Christmas and New Year with Wayne. A gift they all wished they’d enjoyed while they had it. Of course, they couldn't have known, there was always going to be another year. Until there wasn’t. Not the sort of change in routine they were looking for but one they certainly felt.

They were old enough now that that’s how they celebrated, losing things. Family, hearing, the car keys. It was always something. Even the kids were gone. Both of them were away at college now, in New York and Indiana, and neither wanted to come home for the holidays. They had their own friends to celebrate with now.

Still, Steve and Eddie crashed the dorm one year, son in tow, and forced their daughter to take them to Times Square. Eddie booed the musical acts and heckled the sorry excuse for a host for simply not being Dick Clark. Things that were different sucked and never mind the fact that the man is dead, he’s the only acceptable host of Rockin’ New Year’s Eve. The location was different yet somehow things felt too familiar.

Steve expected it all to be lame but there was an atmosphere to get swept up in and boy did he. In fact, they all did. Even the kids who’d made hating things a career. Especially things Steve and Eddie liked.

Eddie kissed Steve under the actual ball everyone references this time of year and he dipped him like a soldier victoriously coming home as their kids protested and not a single person around them noticed. After all these years, the magic wasn’t gone but that wasn’t a surprise to them.

The next year brought another milestone that no one was keen to cross, the invitation to the wedding of Lucas and Max’s kid. Eddie and Steve still felt the ink drying on their own marriage license but it forced them to acknowledge both of their kids are old enough to get married. Not a point in favor of the wedding.

In fact, it resulted in a panic about the finances of that. Not that either child has shown they’re ready, Steve’s need to be prepared for everything and they start squirreling away funds and selling things they no longer need.

There aren’t many more celebrations before one of the group becomes a grandparent. From there it’s like dominoes. In the span of two years everyone who can be, is. Steve and Eddie included.

At first, it’s funny. They all tease each other about the frightening reality of their age. Gag gifts are sent in the mail and no phone call happens without a jab about the grandparenthood of both parties.

Eddie hasn’t claimed to be in his twenties in a few years and now, seemingly, is only seen in shirts proclaiming his grandpa status. The only way he could be prouder was if somehow he and Steve were having another kid. Steve doesn’t settle into the role as easily.

It’s been more years than he wanted to count since he’d talked to Joyce Byers but Steve finds himself wishing he could reach out and ask for advice. What was it like watching all of them scatter the country and have kids? How’d she cope with it?

Steve doesn’t really have the time to process it like that, though. Once it starts, it never stops. There’s an alert on social media or mass text sent every other month announcing someone else’s new bundle of joy.

Half the party’s identity gets wrapped up in their grandkids, no longer having interests of their own. Steve and Eddie try to find the balance, though it does get harder when their son moves back to town.

To prove they’re still their own people and not just granddads whose happiness rests on kids that aren’t theirs, Steve and Eddie leave the country for the first time. Not Canada, not even Mexico. They take a Mediterranean cruise. Sure, it’s a boat filled with other old people, but Eddie and Steve have a blast.

Retirement is becoming a more and more real conversation and not a far-off, one-day situation and Steve picked out several cruises for them once they’ve got the free time. Eddie would follow him to the ends of the Earth but he did veto the 90-day cruise. It was too long to be on a boat.

For now, 2025 is upon them (not retirement). A year that once felt made up, even Doc Brown only traveled to 2015. Steve and Eddie had their whole family together and were teaching their daughter how to fake a New Year's celebration so her kids felt like they got to participate but no one had to stay up until actual midnight.

Both their kids whine and protest like they’re still five, complaining that the holiday parties they remembered were faked. Eddie points out she was whining much like they had, not wanting to stay up until some ungodly hour for the kids. It’s what parenthood is. One day their kids will throw a fit about it but they’ll remember the parties with fondness.

Steve falls asleep on New Year’s Day with all his grandkids in his lap, a collective naptime of people who’ve lost all semblance of time and lived off pizza. Eddie sends a picture to everyone they know. His kids post pictures on various sites, immortalize it in videos for the world to see, and Eddie grumbles about living in the moment.

Then he tries to fake the moment by pushing his kids to pose with their dad, with their kids, and pretend to sleep. Something that doesn’t work with adult children but Eddie had to try. Instead, he settled for getting his son to help him make the picture his lock screen before they went off to eat more cold pizza and let the others rest.

No one knows what the years to come will hold but if Eddie’s learned anything, it’s to not discount the surprises. There are still firsts to come but right now, he loves the boring, the bland, and the expected. He loves sitting in his dining room, picking veggies off his pizza like he’s always done, and listening to everything his kids have been up to.

Eventually, Steve will join them. Making their son-in-law get up from “his” chair like everyone had warned would happen. Still holding a sleeping baby against his chest because he had the magic ability to make babies fall asleep and the parents were thankful for the silence.

Neither Steve nor Eddie are sure if they’ve kissed so far this year but Steve plays footsie under the table, a sly smile on his face that Eddie’s sure he’s worn since the eighties, and everything feels right. This is what people are wishing each other when they say Happy New Year. He's lucky enough to have found it and know it's his for the rest of his life.

[sesamestreep]

wip whenever

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no-pressure tagging: no idea who has got things cooking, but if you see this and want to share, consider this an invitation to do so!

rules: post an excerpt from your most recent wip

I have been writing literally no fic lately and making peace with that, so here’s an excerpt from an original story I’m working on (which is in fact actually just a fluffy coda to the actual plot, so in a way it’s sort of like fic for my own OCs…kind of…)

no context, we stay confused like men

“What are you doing with that?” I asked, more sharply than necessary. “Why do you need a cup to hold one toothbrush?” Howard asked, rather than answer my question, as he sat down again. “Am I supposed to just let my toothbrush rest on the counter and pick up every strain of bacteria that crosses its path?” “They have these little holders,” he explained, like I was an imbecile who’d never heard of such a thing. “You attach them to the wall and they hold the toothbrush upright for you.” “I don’t like screwing things into the wall. Present company excluded, of course.” “Ha-ha,” Howard said—he literally said it, rather than actually laugh, but the lines around his eyes and his smile told me he did find it amusing. I assume it was stupidity resulting from the pleasure of eliciting such a reaction that led me to add, without thinking, “There wasn’t always just one toothbrush there.”

[auroraaveva]

Here's another fandub of a comic by the astonishing @minart-was-taken! This time, it's her lovely DLC idea for The Great Ace Attorney! To be honest, I'm more proud of the voices in this one than I should be, lol.

Make sure you go follow Mina and Reblog all her art! She's an amazing artist and honestly her art style is super satisfying!

Voices were done by me! Editing was done by ClaireWhere! Thank you so much for watching!

Music is: The Great Court - Enter the Witnesses (from The Great Ace Attorney: Adventures)

[whiteshipnightjar]

Zoozve, my beloved

[satturn]

star by mitski 🌠

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[sirazaroff]

I dedicate this post to the funniest beef ever

[waywardstation]

Look for anything (or anyone) that could be familiar

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sooo so happie to launch into space the art i did for this @zukkabigbang2024 for the beautiful fic

The Mercy of Magpies

written by the wonderful showstopping @ranilla-bean and betaed by the equally iconic @faux-fires. Featuring dilves, birdies, true love, war, crazy plans, dubious plastic surgery and a galaxy far, far away. Please check out the rebloggable fic post with its special cover art here (or jump directly to the fic, I can't blame you, it is That Good)

also, some extra juicy plot relevant characters pop up in later chapters and havent been included for 👀 spoiler reasons 👀 but you can already try to guess who they are who's that pokemon style <3

[seafoamsol]

Gaze upon me, and witness my glory!

[cheriecoke]

nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”

[k0nstanta]

>MEOW

Play as a robot catgirl named K0tya who is trying to help her Master locate the missing lab rats (ignore the fact that said Master's forgetfulness is the reason they are missing in the first place).

Explore the research facility that you live in and find those missing critters before the morning shift starts, or your Master gets in trouble.

Contains swearing and suggestive language.

Made in RPG Maker 2003.

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