#some of these will come into play in WIP

[lady-of-ithilien]

Happy Tolkien Reading Day!

A Tolkien Ask for You: 

Canon describes Faramir as both a scholar and a warrior, but do you have any headcanons about more specific interests and hobbies he has?

Yay thank you so much for the ask! What a fun question to muse on!

One headcanon I've had for a while is that Faramir is very into learning about the history of warfare. He likes pouring over old documents that he can scrounge up from the archives and reading detailed accounts of old battles, down to the level of specific maneuvers, numbers of troops, and supply logistics. This comes from a couple of places: first of all, it's a way to reconcile what is expected of him (being a warrior and a leader of men) with his innate scholarly, academic nature. I also very strongly headcanon him as a bit of a pedant and an optimizer, and so I imagine him being a bit judgy about some of the choices outlined in the aforementioned documents, when he can think of a more optimal strategy. Continuing with this theme of Faramir trying to interweave his life with scholarly pursuits where he can, I imagine him being a bit of a naturalist, albeit to practical ends. I think he takes the time to learn as much as he can about the flora and fauna of Ithilien, becoming an expert in identifying plants and trees. This again serves a dual role: knowing medicinal and forageable plants would certainly enable to take better care of himself and his men in the wilderness, but I think in his heart of hearts, he also just loves collecting knowledge for knowledge's sake, and spending time among green and growing things.

Finally, a less well-formed headcanon is that I imagine Faramir wanting to be a bit more of a "man of the people" than his father or brother. By this I mean that I imagine him being fascinated by mundane tasks like baking bread, basic carpentry, weapon repair/blacksmithing, etc. Even though his high status affords him the privilege to have someone else take care of these things for him, I think he feels a bit uncomfortable with that privilege. I think he would relish any opportunities he gets to learn how to do things for himself and gain practical knowledge. He would pride himself on joining his men equally in taking care of those sorts of chores. I also imagine these interests dovetailing nicely with his proclivity towards pedantry: I think he's a perfectionist and loves to do things *right*, including the mundane.

Alright, I could ramble on but I think I'll cut myself off here. Thank you again for the ask and the opportunity to yap about one of my favorite characters <3 Happy Tolkien Reading Day!!!

[nordsea-horizons]

im working on a new tiered neighborhood build! trying to decide on which house exteriors match best🪴 i love the new codes i found, there is so much you can do bc of that brick garden path one! love it!! also can we appreciate that bea and goldie actually wear cute outfits all the time(and they match each other💛)

[menkya-and-charon]

Governor of the North frontier Menkya ❄️

This is very wip stage and she’s still in heavy design process but it was fun to do while we’re all waiting for My Time at Evershine

I had this girl for a while now as you may or may have not recognize Sandara big sis here !

This post is also a small head up about my soon to change name and aesthetic on this blog to better fit my new main oc

Really happy to introduce this wild girl and maybe some more Alaqa lore/ocs in due time 👀

[inafieldofdaisies]

OCs Speech Mannerisms | Tagged by @lilywatt

Sabrina Donovan:

NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES: 1 / 2 / 3 (English, French and Latin - latter thanks to Candy)+

TONE OF VOICE: high / average / deep

ACCENT: yes / no

DEMEANOR: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other

POSTURE: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed

HABITS: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / worrying her lip / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing, earrings / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance

— COMPLEXITY

VOCABULARY: ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️

EMOTION: ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️

SENTENCE STRUCTURE: ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚪️

— PROFANITY

FREQUENCY: ⚫️⚫️⚪️⚪️⚪️

CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity): ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚪️

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY: arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

— THIS OR THAT

straightforward or cryptic? / finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? / masculinity / neutrality / or femininity? / formalities or with abrasiveness? / praise or equivocation? / frankness or lies? / excessive or minimal hand gestures? / name-calling (affectionate) or magnanimity? / friendly or blunt?

— IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? - almost always / frequently / rarely / never

DOES YOUR CHARACTER’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? - almost always / frequently/ sometimes / rarely / never

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / never

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE ‘WHOM’ IN A SENTENCE? - yes / no / only ironically

YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? - but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? - walk away / ask if that’s everything / say that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet / they don’t.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? - upper (if she's around Candy, that need to fit in with her crowd raises) / middle / lower.

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? - accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn’t.

Eloise "Lou" Morello:

NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES: 1 / 2 (English and Italian) / 3+

TONE OF VOICE: high / average (tends to get a tad higher when she's upset, which she hates bcs she refuses to appear weak) / deep

ACCENT: yes / no

DEMEANOR: confident / shy / approachable / hostile (i mean, it's a given) / other

POSTURE: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed

HABITS: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing (when she's holding a weapon) / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance / looms over you like a shadow

— COMPLEXITY

VOCABULARY: ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚪️

EMOTION: ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚪️⚪️

SENTENCE STRUCTURE: ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚪️

— PROFANITY

FREQUENCY: ⚫️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️

CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity): ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚪️

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY: arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

— THIS OR THAT

straightforward or cryptic? / finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? / masculinity / neutrality / or femininity? / formalities or with abrasiveness? / praise or equivocation? / frankness or lies? / excessive or minimal hand gestures? / name-calling (affectionate) or magnanimity? / friendly or blunt?

— IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? - almost always / frequently / rarely / never

DOES YOUR CHARACTER’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK?- almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE ‘WHOM’ IN A SENTENCE? - yes / no / only ironically

YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? - but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? - walk away (if they're so lucky) -> scares them away from the conversation / ask if that’s everything / say that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet / they don’t.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? - upper / middle / lower.

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? - accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn’t.

Calahan Hartley:

NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES: 1 / 2 (English and French) / 3+

TONE OF VOICE: high / average / deep

ACCENT: yes / no

DEMEANOR: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other

POSTURE: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed

HABITS: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting (with his lighter) / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / rubs neck / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance

— COMPLEXITY

VOCABULARY: ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚪️

EMOTION: ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚪️

SENTENCE STRUCTURE: ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚪️

— PROFANITY

FREQUENCY: ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚪️

CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity): ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY: arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

— THIS OR THAT

straightforward or cryptic? / finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? / masculinity / neutrality / or femininity? / formalities or with abrasiveness? / praise or equivocation? / frankness or lies? / excessive or minimal hand gestures? / name-calling (affectionate) or magnanimity? / friendly or blunt?

— IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? - almost always / frequently / rarely / never

DOES YOUR CHARACTER’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK?- almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? - almost always (social butterfly Cal) / frequently / sometimes / never

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE ‘WHOM’ IN A SENTENCE? - yes / no / only ironically

YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? - but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? - walk away (if he's pissed off) / ask if that’s everything / say that’s everything (if he barely tolerates the person) / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet / they don’t.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? - upper / middle / lower.

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? - accent / vocabulary / tone / sweet-talk / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn’t.

Tagging, @socially-awkward-skeleton @strafethesesinners @strangefable @direwombat @aceghosts

@voidika @theelderhazelnut @raresvtm @dumbassdep @la-grosse-patate

@elligatorrex @simplegenius042 @imogenkol @purplehairsecretlair @cassietrn

@josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @trench-rot @killyourrdarlingss @katsigian

@simonxriley @carlosoliveiraa @neonshrike @captastra @shellibisshe

@cloudofbutterflies92 @wrathfulrook @g0dspeeed @finding-comfort-in-rain

@derelictheretic @justasmolbard and anyone that would like to do the tag <3

[sotc]

I MISS HIM ALREADY SO MUCHHH. HOW DO I BREATHEEEEE WITHOUT YOUUUUU. Apparently the timelapse between the end of Origins and the beginning of Awakening is 6 months and I am so upset that the honeymoon travel between Zevana was cut short! THEY DESERVE LONGER. Traveling as Milana did in the year facing the Blight was the most of the outside world she's seen considering her entire life was within the confines of the Alienage and parts of Denerim. Now with the threat of an Archdemon gone, I imagine her and Zev went traveling abroad towards the Free Marches and Antiva City (perhaps even a bit of Orlais? hmm, not sure tho) I think Zev was delighted to show her his city but also lmao so very dangerous of them to do so - but who are they if they aren't finding the thrill in a bit of danger anyways :3c I'm sure at some point though an assassination attempt may have been too close of a call in Antiva to their liking. Duties called her back to Ferelden anyways and Zevran assumed it was time to finally stop running and actually go after the Crows, as noted in this letter. Afterall, now he has a life of his own and a love worth fighting for. 🫶 I always think back to that line when he mentioned the fortune teller in the whorehouse he grew up in told him he would live a long life (much to her surprise) and for as long as he's been an assassin and the years ahead for them both.... SIGHS LOVINGLY. CHIN HANDS. KICKS MY FEET. It's what he DESERVES!!!! Now if only we can find the cure to the Calling for Milana huh...

[beastsovrevelation]

An endless list of favourite ships: Archangel Michael x Beelzebub (Good Omens)

[alackofghosts]

90% of drawing wol is trying to capture him looking so so so in love......

[happi-dreams]

lil wips :D

[byberbunk2069]

The fun thing I had about this is that the top 2 were loosely about something I was thinking about (doing an obligatory Akira reference but a WIP that both are connected to).

Netrunners was just a dolled up slice of life sort of thing inspired by Hackers and I kinda wanted to also have the vibe of a ttrpg lore/guide book.

And Netrunner3 has the strongest relevance to Veil lore (and So Mi is unfortunately getting dragged in to it) but also the blur effect behind the tagline makes it look like a 1990s thriller.

[sleepy-steve]

Ok even though I am insanely interested in ALL of your WIPs, I'll start with a request for your Siren AU!

Please and thaaaank you 💖🥺

from the wip title game!!

aaa this one has been sitting in my drive for Ages now!! i haven't looked at it in a while but it's inspired by this beautiful art by resande.

it's set post-s3 and canon divergent, where steve's quiet spot is at lover's lake and there's a mysterious creature living in the lake... 😈

snippet below!!

The quiet spot that was currently being ruined by a bunch of basketball players with hero complexes. Just as Steve was wishing they’d leave soon so he wouldn’t have to talk to them, an aggressive splash came from nearby, sending droplets of water across Steve’s bare chest. Too big of a splash for a fish, surely. “What the hell…?” Steve muttered to himself, sitting up and leaning over the edge of the boat. The glare of the setting sun made him squint as he looked at the unusually choppy surface of the water. A strange kind of ripple was headed toward his—technically Rick’s—boat, and what kind of creature would make ripples like that? Steve’s frown deepened as he tried to look into the black depths, peering further over the edge of the boat.  Steve heard the loud thwack against the side of the boat before tumbling face-first into the water. When he’d watched Jaws some years ago, he wondered what it would have been like to have a boat smacked around by a huge shark that wanted to eat him, and now he figured it felt just like this. Fear seized him as the chilly water surrounded his body, because what the hell was in this lake that was big enough to push him overboard? Sharks didn’t live in lakes—at least to his knowledge—so he could rule that out for now. It took him a few moments to orient himself, to work out which way was up, before he started moving himself toward the surface. As his arms pushed through the water, he could have sworn he felt something soft wrap around his hand and then fall away. Some kind of plant? He thought briefly. But it didn’t have the slimy quality he expected from lake plants. He didn’t spend much time thinking about it, as he finally broke through the surface of the water, taking a huge inhale. 

[cheriboms]

doctober day 12: train tracks

fact: their favorite bedtime story is 'how mom, dad, and clint eastwood stole a locomotive and saved the space time continuum'. source: dude trust me

[alectoperdita]

Here's some Mob boys playing strip poker I wrote last week. I haven't edited it beyond basic robo edits.

This is probably rated more M than E. But people tell me I've become very bad at judging the explicitness of my own works. The sex is mostly a joint handjob, for now. Not sure if I should keep expanding this or just leave it as is.

---

Gold hovered on the edge of Seto's vision. It drove him to utter distraction—that chain of interlocked links, as strong and sturdy as the thick pecs it rested between. It glinted when it swayed with the shifting body or bounced from deep, heaving breaths. If it wasn't that, it was something else.

Such as the soft flaxen strands curling around a strong jawline. Or the long stretches of exposed, tanned skin that his fingers itched to touch and sink his teeth into.

Slowly, Seto inhaled a fortifying breath. It took tremendous effort to tear his gaze from the man, the very naked man across from him, to focus on his cards.

It wasn't a shabby hand. He already had a pair of sixes before discarding.

His eyes flicked to the discard pile facedown on the coffee table. His mind raced as he recounted what cards were already removed from play, none of them included a six. He had a shot at four-of-a-kind, and then he could finally strip that gaudy gold chain from his companion. It could join the small pile of rings he already won off Katsuya, and their wristwatches sitting next to each other, a veritable his-his pair despite their mismatched styles.

That was where they started, each anteing their wristwatches as Katsuya dealt the first hand and summarily lost. Along the way, Seto lost his watch, his tie, his suit jacket, and his waistcoat. But he had gotten Katsuya down to nothing but his gold necklace. It figured the gangster would give up his underwear before his beloved accessory.

He peered up to watch Katsuya drain the last of his whiskey. Watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed, seemingly taking the saliva from Seto's mouth at the same time.

Seto cleared his throat. "It seems you're fresh out of luck."

Katsuya smiled easily. "Already that sure you've won, huh?"

"You're down to your necklace. The odds aren't in your favor."

Unlike his companion, Seto could afford to lose a few hands. Victory was within his grasp. There was no question he loved to win. Court cases, arguments, billiards, even something as juvenile as strip poker—what mattered was proving his superiority. Did that make him a gracious winner? Of course not. But that never stopped him before.

Katsuya didn't mind, though. If anything, the man was subtly flexing his biceps. Perhaps he thought it would throw Seto off his game. While it made Seto's mouth dry, it wouldn't stop him from claiming his rightful victory.

"See, that's the thing about luck. It can turn at the drop of a dime. Bet," Katsuya purred as he toyed with his necklace.

"Call," replied Seto, voice and expression as hardened as steel.

He discarded three cards, and Katsuya discarded for four. He stared across the table at the other man. Katsuya didn't lack a poker face, technically. The man was consistently jovial and joking that it became difficult to determine when and if he had a good hand. Seto played in the opposite direction, using the professional face he'd cultivated over the years.

Mirth danced in Katsuya's amber eyes as he said, "Check."

Seto merely nodded and revealed his three sixes. Katsuya, however, boasted a flush.

Scowling, Seto ripped off his unbuttoned shirt to his lover's wolf whistle. "Your luck can't hold out forever," he snarled. Afterward, he knocked back the last of his drink and slammed the glass on the table.

"Heh, wanna bet on that?"

Oh, Seto intended to wipe that smirk off his face, one way or another.

Yet hand after hand, Katsuya won until Seto was left in nothing but his boxer briefs. Seto should probably be more irked at the sudden reversal of fortunes, but something hot caused his stomach to swoon.

Plus, he hadn't lost yet. In the end, the only hand that mattered was this final one.

Seto shuffled before dealing five cards each. Katsuya whistled as his eyes scanned his cards. Seto didn't react, no matter how obliquely the other man tried to goad one. Though he narrowed his eyes when Katsuya cheerfully declared he was keeping his hand as is.

The menace licked his lips before speaking, "This is it, babe. Gotta say it's been fun, though. We really should do this more often."

Shivers wracked through Seto as Katsuya's leer raked down his chest. He quickly recomposed himself and revealed his teeth in a sharp grin. "Yes, I'm happy to beat your pants off you any day."

Katsuya laughed. "Show me whatcha got, then."

"Full house." Seto jutted out his chin. His gaze was unflinching.

A pregnant pause before Katsuya fanned his cards across the table. "Straight flush. All hearts. I win."

Seto's jaw dropped. Dumb and sheer luck, that was the only explanation.

"C'mon, Seto, it's time to pay up."

Teeth gritted, Seto threw his cards down on the table. For several beats, they merely stared at one another, neither making a move. Until Seto rose to his feet, and without breaking eye contact, he slipped his thumbs into his waistband and tugged it loose from his hips. His underwear slipped down his legs and pooled at his feet, baring his completely nude body to his lover's increasingly ravenous gaze.

Katsuya sucked in a sharp breath.

Seto's skin crawled, but he refused to crumble under the weight of his lover's heated attention. "What? It's not as if you haven't seen me naked."

"Yeah"—Katsuya's muscles rippled as he climbed atop the table and clasped Seto's hip—"and it takes my breath away every fuckin' time. You're just too damn beautiful."

Seto found it equally difficult to tear his eyes off his lover. He visually traced the thatch of dark body hair that forested his toned torso, lingering on the defined brown nipples before moving on to his soft belly, then down to the half-hard cock rising between his legs.

The rugged masculinity weakened his knees and sent blood rushing south to his groin. He wanted to lose himself between the large, soft pecs or the thick thighs. Or have his lover's thick cock fill his mouth and throat. Seto shivered, recalling the countless times he'd rutted against Katsuya's stomach and that happy trail before drenching it with his release.

When his lover tugged him forward, he followed his lead, kneeling on top of the wood. He placed one hand on Katsuya's broad shoulder to steady himself, while his other hand twisted the gold chain in its palm. Katsuya's calloused hands skated across his skin to clasp the small of his back and the nape of his neck. Goosebumps erupted across his naked skin. His body tingled in all the best ways, even before Katsuya guided him into an ardent kiss.

Wood creaked beneath them but held as they deepened the kiss. Seto shuffled closer, but his knees almost slipped on the discarded cards. Katsuya's embrace kept him upright, but his lover chuckled before they broke apart. His breath heaved. A whine shriveled in his throat, but he longed to close the distance between them again.

Katsuya stoked the forge of his desires. Nothing could extinguish it.

Gently, Katsuya caressed his cheek and nipped his pouting lip. "Why don't we get more comfy?"

Seto nodded, mute and dumb, while Katsuya nudged him toward the nearby sofa. As soon as his butt settled on the cushion, his lover immediately straddled his lap. His faint gasp when they finally touched skin-to-skin was swallowed along with his mouth as Katsuya devoured him. The individual links dug into his palm, but he clung to the necklace, determined to not let Katsuya get away.

Everything Katsuya did with his mouth was filthy, from the words he said to the way he rolled his tongue and swept the muscle across Seto's palate. God, and the absolute confidence with which he used it to fuck Seto. Sometimes, he bit just shy of hard enough to break skin, and the resulting pleasure-pain scrambled Seto's brain without fail. But it was most devastating when he went slow, catching Seto's lip between his teeth, then soothed the swollen flesh with lazy sweeps of his tongue.

Seto was burning up. An unsightly desperation crawled underneath his skin. He wanted so much more, especially the thick cock that bumped against his abdomen. He tried to urge him for something faster and rougher, but Katsuya merely chuckled, using both his hands and his mouth to preserve a sensual and torturous pace.

"Katsuya," he panted. He bucked up against the hot body in his lap, whining when their hard cocks finally rubbed together. Yanking on the gold chain helped little. He simply lacked the leverage when Katsuya had him pinned so solidly against the couch.

Katsuya smiled against his lips before he planted two chaste kisses. Whimpers wormed out of Seto when a large hand gripped their cocks, lining them against each other from tip to root. Mindlessly, his hips bucked upward. Katsuya pumped. Heat coiled in Seto's groin. Before long, it spread to his spine.

"Harder," Seto demanded, breathless.

Katsuya squeezed. His callouses chafed against his dry skin, but Seto wouldn't change anything. Each rough stroke made his cock throb. It made Katsuya's erection pulse, too. Seto could feel the heat and every twitch as if it was his own. A thumb swiped over his glans, spreading the pre-come they were both leaking. Hastily, Katsuya coated their shafts with the fluid, adding a new dimension of filthy to their coupling.

"Fuck, Seto, you're making me lose my mind," muttered Katsuya.

With another harsh yank, he claimed Katsuya in a frantic, open-mouthed kiss. They were both unraveling, mouths smearing wetly together like their slick cocks. As they rocked together, the pleasure climbed ever higher. All that mattered was the searing heat, the wet squelch between them, and the breath they fed to one another.

Oh god, Katsuya's cock was so fat and full. Every centimeter of it was rubbing against Seto's skin. Almost felt as amazing as when his lover filled his ass with it.

Another squeeze, another clever twist—Seto came apart, moaning his lover's name. Katsuya answered him with a groan that rumbled from deep in his chest. His hand continued to move, now smearing Seto's semen on their cocks. Just as Seto approached the threshold of oversensitivity, Katsuya tensed. Every muscle under Seto's touch went taut, tight as rocks, before more hot wetness spurted into Katsuya's trembling fist.

Breaths heaving, they collapsed back on the sofa in one sticky heap. Seto's eyes slipped close while Katsuya nuzzled his neck. They flew open again when wet fingers pinched his nipple.

Unbidden, a moan tore out of him. "Katsuya."

Teeth grazed threateningly over the crook of his neck as Katsuya twisted his newly aching bud. Without thinking, Seto tossed his head back, further exposing his neck.

Katsuya lifted his head to catch his eye. Still fuzzy from his recent orgasm, Seto could only stare back in a daze.

His lover chuckled. "Oh babe, you don't think I'm done with you already? I wanna enjoy my winnings thoroughly."

Seto's pulse quickened. The promise of more dispelled the fog. Or drew him deeper into his haze of lust. "What do you intend to buy with tonight's winnings?"

Katsuya flashed a crooked grin before bending forward to nip at his jaw. "I already got you. You're everything I want."

Seto didn't muffle his wanton moan. He simply weaved his hands into Katsuya's hair and clung. For once in his life, he could learn to be a gracious loser.

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

For word-for-WIP game... "eyes" 👀

Thank you! I had "eyes" in all of my current WIPs, but I really liked where it landed in this one. Another Curse of Strahd WIP, this time about the aftermath of the battle we had while trying to put some bones back in a box.

Milivoj, the young gravedigger that had started this whole affair — the boy that had stared down one of Strahd’s elite with nothing but a garden shovel and a grown man’s worth of grit — sat curled up in the folds of his clothes, trembling, his eyes pinned on the body crumpled at his feet. Or, Wyn thought it was a body, anyway. The figure’s clothes were bloodstained almost to the point of being unrecognizable, criss-crossed with a messy lattice of slender puncture wounds still hemorrhaging little trickles of blood. The person-shape of it had been truncated just above the shoulders, where the head had been leveraged off by a messy cut about the length of a hand’s span. Or, Wyn realized soberly, about the length of a shovel blade. Milivoj’s eyes were fixed on the discarded head, which lolled beside the sad slump of its body like a forgotten toy.

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intro: shadow of a queen

“Are you not a queen?” They asked, something curious, suddenly serious in their gaze. Perild blew out a breath. “No! A bad reflection of one, if anything at all.”

ABOUT

Genre: Fantasy romance POV: Third-person limited, dual-pov Themes and tropes: Reluctant allies, masks and the shedding thereof, trusting and letting yourself be trusted, eldest daughters and the guilt they carry, the pitfalls of politics, everything is about to get worse, the world is bigger than you thought

CHARACTERS

Perild - Newly crowned queen and already feeling like she's failing; a woman torn between the path she's chosen to walk and the heart she's left behind The Sparrow - Keeper of secrets and secret kept ; the spymaster of untrusted origin and uncertain loyalties

SUMMARY

Becoming Queen might have been a decent choice had the kingdom of Breawen not been splintering apart in the wake of an attack on their ruling family. With a lean storm season just behind them, and rebellion threatening on the islands, Perild finds her dreams of a brighter future suddenly very far away. If she wants to find ways to hold this all together, she has her work cut out for her. Unfortunately, the only one she can rely on in all this is the spymaster, whose loyalties she doesn’t trust. When a letter brings dire news from home, Perild has a choice to make: Be the queen promised Aneiric she would be, or do what she feels in her heart is right. Will it break the trust they’ve built? And will she become no more than a shadow of what she hoped to be?

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STATUS: Outlining WC GOAL: 100k

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

bruh they did not release coral island ("full" version) without even finishing a main storyline and slapping WIP in your fucking journal 💀💀💀💀💀

[mistress-light]

Thinking about how Frey ends up having nightmares after the revelation she got from Tanta Prav. About having to face Cinta and her imagining 'the monster' abandoning her near the Holland tunnel. Saying she's an inconvenience.... how she was not wanted.. not worth to be loved.