#sunday writing update

[starlightkun]

❧ these are all separate, independent works! you don’t need to read all of them or read them in any particular order to understand the others. they're all set in the same universe, listed in the order they were written

❧ modern magical creatures au, modern fantasy au, college au

⤷ strawberry sunday - fairy jungwoo, slow burn, one (1) idiot and one (1) tease to lovers, ft. magical ilichils & human johnny; 28.4k

in which you, all your friends, and your stupid massive crush on jungwoo go stay in one beach house together for spring break. you’re determined to make it out with your secret in tact. but… has jungwoo always looked at you like that? touched you this much? like that? he can’t be… flirting with you?

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── read here

⤷ romance is dead - vampire kun, strangers to lovers, ft. magical weishens; 19.4k + 10.3k sequel

in which there’s a mix-up with a love potion, and you suddenly find yourself being courted by a several-hundred-year-old vampire. it's not all sonnets and bouquets, though, as you're keenly aware that kun's love could turn to thirst. and maybe you wouldn't mind if it did

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── read here | sequel :･ﾟ✧｡･:･*

⤷ pupsick - werewolf jeno, bakery au, friends to lovers, ft. werewolf sungchan, magical dreamies, & human renjun; 11.8k + 8.8k sequel

in which jeno’s sick, and insists that you’re the only one who can take care of him. but according to your only other werewolf friend, you're what's making him sick, too

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── read here | sequel :･ﾟ✧｡･:･*

⤷ the dragon's happily ever after - dragon jisung, fake not dating/secret dating trope, ft. magical dreamies & human renjun; 17.4k

in which you and jisung sort of forgot to tell your nosy friends that you're dating, but realize it's the perfect opportunity to give them a little taste of their own medicine. they're trying to set you two up, while you're trying to see how long it takes them to notice that you're already dating. cue the shenanigans

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── read here

⤷ changer - werewolf sungchan, blind date, slow(ish) burn, strangers to friends to lovers, ft. siren shotaro & various magical neos; 22.3k + 25.5k sequel

in which you and sungchan are set up on a blind date, and it goes terribly. you don't plan on ever seeing him again, but a chance second meeting could reignite the spark of... friendship? well shit.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── read here | sequel :･ﾟ✧｡･:･*

⤷ dr_magic2303 - human renjun, siren reader, academic rivals to lovers, ft. siren ten; 18.3k

in which a mysterious user by the pseudonym of dr_magic2303 starts popping up on your university’s online forums curing everyone’s magical ailments, and you’re determined to get to the bottom of their identity. that is, before you graduate in the spring and lose your access to said forums, of course. the clock is ticking, so you finally decide to enlist the help of your classmate and academic rival for the past four years, huang renjun

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── read here

⤷ baby fangs - basilisk mark, sphinx reader, age gap (older reader), strangers to lovers, ft. various magical neos & human johnny (and other special guest appearances); 26.7k

in which mark desperately knocks on your door one night when he gets locked out of his friends' apartment, and you get way more than you bargained for in return. you hardly expect that the cute infatuation he displays for you immediately would be anything more— nor that you'd ever find yourself falling for the basilisk and his baby fangs too

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── read here

[sarcasticratsims]

He does have the nosey trait... After coming home from the record store and deciding not to mention the odd confrontation to Sam, Roy does some investigating on Simstagram.

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[the-kr8tor]

It is done

[seeminglydark]

large unnamed web comic website spam-mailing me every single day for a week with those 'you haven't updated Mil-Liminal in a while' emails I KNOW IM SORRY YOU THINK I DONT KNOW? they sound like they're sending out a wellness check any day now. guess i better get on that.

[imagineitdearies]

Me: *Checks current word count of ch36, it's already at 6.5k*

Also me: *Still has a whole ass scene to flesh out*

[kiwiana-writes]

Thanks @rmd-writes and @sherryvalli for the tags! Words are hard this week but I managed to at least write the intro to a little spicy something…

“Never have I ever… had a threesome.” The look Alex cuts at Henry as he says this leaves Liam with no doubt that Alex is being as much of a little shit as always; he’s proven right a moment later when Henry huffs, rolling his eyes even as he takes a long swig of his drink. “If you want to get me liquored up, darling, you can just say so rather than bringing up all my uni exploits.” If you’d asked Liam two years ago, he’s honestly not sure what he’d find more surprising: that he’d be sitting on the floor of an obscenely large brownstone in Brooklyn while Prince Henry of England confesses easily to having a threesome while at Oxford, or that he and Alex would have found their way back to the kind of friendship that kept him tethered in high school. He turns to Spencer, trying to anchor himself in the one part of his life that still feels a little bit attached to reality, only to find Spencer with his drink halfway to his mouth, staring down into it like it contains a particularly wordy math problem. “Spence, babe.” Liam grins, delighted. “Have you had a threesome I don’t know about?”

As always feeling feral for whatever y'all are up to so tagging @affectionatelyrs @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @daisymae-12 @dumbpeachjuice @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indomitable-love @inexplicablymine @lilythesilly @maxbegone @myheartalivewrites @nontoxic-writes @orchidscript @smc-27 @stereopticons @suseagull04 @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)

[cowboah-baby]

sorry for being super slow with art and fic updates, i'm back to working full-time and it's kicking my untreated audhd ass

[ficyorick]

out of context chapter 7 line ✌️

[fruitybashir]

The Holidate (Spet me k tebi vleče) - Chapter 13

Excerpt:

“Why did you hate me?” Bojan suddenly asks, tearing Kris from his thoughts and leaving him momentarily disoriented, thinking he must have missed some context for the question.

“What?” he asks.

“You used to hate me, before we started this whole …” Bojan waves his hand between them awkwardly. “Thing. Why?”

“I didn’t hate you, Bojan.” Kris says and cringes at himself.

Read chapter 13 here!

[slippery-minghus]

System Breach Sunday... Rewind ⭕

“Connor!” Hank dropped to his knees in front of his android charge. Sidearm holstered, he reached out, hesitant. 

Still frozen, lifeless like a broken doll, Connor could only watch as Hank took one of his hands from where they rested in his lap. The sight seemed almost far away… nearly glowing under the weak midday sun. Even still, Connor could feel it as Hank’s warm, calloused palm squeezed his own—he could hear the Lieutenant’s elevated respiration, feel his anxious pulse through the contact in his palm—but he couldn’t react. Couldn’t reciprocate in any way.

Connor was fine, but the remaining seconds that he was powerless to prove it made something inside him hurt. 

>WARNING: COMPREHENSIVE MOTOR REBOOT REQUIRED

>Time Until Motor Reboot: 53 seconds

>

>Software Instability ^

Gently, almost fearfully hesitant, Hank reached to Connor’s chin, tilting up his head. The sensation was a stark, cutting contradiction to the deviant’s forceful grip—and in a flutter of irrationality, Connor once again found himself verifying his anti-virus program’s readout. 

Still clear. Still nothing. 

He was alright. 

Connor’s vision rose, panning from the Lieutenant’s knees before his own, up to the man’s concerned, gray-framed face. Hank’s expression was pained, his voice tentative, “Can you hear me, son? You okay?” His gaze shifted slightly to Connor’s right, and the finger at his chin tilted his head to follow—Connor’s LED was still an angry, cycling red. 

“Shit, you still in there, Connor?” Hank asked with a bit more urgency. But then his gaze shifted away, and his hand gently lowered Connor’s head. His tone took on a more inward quality, “His LED’s still goin’, probably means he ain’t dead… the fuck did that deviant bastard do?” Careful, probing hands prodded at Connor’s sides, his arms, shoulders, his throat—barely brushing the data panel below his jaw—yet Hank found nothing amiss. “This is why I didn’t want you going off alone, you dumbass!”

>WARNING: COMPREHENSIVE MOTOR REBOOT REQUIRED

>Motor Reboot Initiated

Finally, after so many frustrating, powerless minutes, Connor began to regain physical functionality.

His breathing was the first to come back online. In a warmer setting, the influx of air would have been vital to cool his arrested biocomponents—but as his synthetic lungs expanded, Connor was met with the frigid rush of Detroit winter. Some basic, hard-coded instinct sent a violent shiver juddering through him, and Connor’s eyes squinted shut before he realized he’d even regained the ability to blink. He wheezed again, exhaling harshly as if the next breath would not come just as cold. 

“Connor!” Hank gasped, moving to grip the android’s shoulders. “Hang on kid, hang on. I’ve gotcha.”

Though the shivers persisted, each tremor was more fluid—more lifelike—than the last. And before long, Connor was able to perform simple movements of his own volition. With meticulous focus, he strung a sequence of actions together, then executed. First, Connor reached for the Lieutenant’s wrist and grasped it lightly. He slowly shook his head. Then Connor opened his mouth, activated his vocal synthesizer, and whispered, “I’m okay.” 

Yet he sounded anything but. Connor’s voice had come out small, rattled, afraid. He hadn’t queued an emulated well of emotion, hadn’t plotted the expression he could feel furrowing his brows. Androids weren’t supposed to—

“Like hell you are! What the hell happened? What’d that fucker do to you?” Hank’s tone was rough now that the imminent danger had passed, but the sharpest edges had been sanded smooth by relief. Connor couldn’t help but think back to the echo of Hank’s anger—his fear that he might lose…

Connor blinked, then jerked his hand away from Hank’s arm. He tried to right himself, but only managed to sway in Hank’s persistent grasp. The danger had passed, but— “The deviant—” Connor pressed, eyes wide, “It can’t have gotten far. I can track its progress through the cameras from here—” 

“Woah, woah, woah, hold it,” Hank rumbled, biting back a curse as Connor nearly slumped further to the ground. “I’m not going anywhere until I’m sure you’re actually okay. And not just saying it. Why’re you moving like a drunk bag of rocks?” 

[whumblr]

A terrible price

Hello, I had a very awful thought and I'll let you all suffer with me :) Pls don't hate me.

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1

TW: Character death :)

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So, what if Zayne had won. What if he’d managed to 'convince' Jay to give up his research. Maybe after a particular nasty evening, with Jay covered in blood just sobbing and shouting "Fine! Okay! You win!” And he actually does as Zayne says. No more trying to nail Emery. Just letting things play out to let Zayne clear his debt and walk away.

Zayne is satisfied.

And over the next couple of weeks, his mood improves with every passing day.

Even Jay can’t resist to go along with Zayne’s bright mood. Everything feels lighter, even Zayne’s visits. Sure, Zayne still torments him, but not as much as when he wanted to break him, and Jay finds himself, just like Zayne, looking forward to when Zayne can finally say he is debt-free and breaks free from Emery.

He’s practically counting down the days, sure that after Zayne’s life improves, so will his.

But one day, Zayne suddenly stops visiting.

Jay is relieved at first. Pretty sure that, well, this was it. But something is gnawing at him. Surely Zayne would drop by to ‘celebrate’ his freedom and maybe tell Jay that he was packing up and leaving. Or drop hints that his last job was going to be soon. This is strange. And something’s not right. But his new-found freedom makes it somewhat impossible to focus on anything but the fact that he can finally try to take the first few steps to closure.

Then a couple days later when he arrives at work in the morning, Dennis is waiting for him in the lobby. Wearing a grave and somewhat unreadable expression on his face. Jay remembers he received a phone call the day before, shot Jay a sharp glance, but just grabbed his things to rush out of the building.

He now leads Jay into a meeting room, fiddling with a paper file in his hands.

“I’m not sure how you’re going to take this,” he starts, a meek gesture to them alone in the room.

Jay doesn’t respond, doesn’t know how to respond and Dennis continues after a deep breath:

“They found Zayne's body in the river.”

Jay just gives him a blank stare. Merely blinks. Everything, from his thoughts to his expression, just stops moving. Until the gravity of those words fully hits him and he realises what’s going on.

Zayne is…

His lips slowly part as his jaw drops. His thoughts go from zero to full speed in a matter of seconds. His mouth moves, stuttering out fragments of words, unable to fully form even a single word.

“You need prove,” Dennis’ voice breaks through his thoughts. It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.” His mouth feels dry and he eyes the file in Dennis’ hands.

“It’s not pretty.”

“I need to see it.”

Dennis hands him the file. A police report. Autopsy report.

And on the first page he is immediately greeted by a headshot of… something that resembles Zayne.

His face is all bloated. His eyes are closed, skin discoloured, hair flat on his head. Everything that made Zayne ‘Zayne’ is just… gone; his expression, his smile, his swiped back hair. Now it’s just… a body. With his eyes closed he could almost look peaceful and while the water erased most signs of violence, there’s still something eerie about certain spots on his face that don’t a complete picture, as if parts have been erased. Black and blue parts.

With every page he turns, he quickly swipes his hand over the pictures, not wanting to see. Just reading the cold, medical terms on what happened is hard enough. The words blur together and he only sees things like stabbed several times, lacerations, bruises, breaks, collarbone, ribs, wrists—

“I thought I’d be relieved…” he finally says, over the hand covering his mouth.

“Me too.”

He’s just too late covering a picture on the next page of Zayne’s torso, covered in stab wounds. The lines are clean, but something about them still makes his stomach churn. Something about the placement of the wounds that betrays a precision to avoid any fatal harm. He notices the old scar on his abdomen and for some reason that really hammers home that this puffed up body on a slab really is - was - Zayne.

“What was the fatal one?” He hears his own voice, brittle.

Dennis turns a few pages back and points at the picture. That’s when Jay notices the line over Zayne's throat. There’s a sharp intake of breath.

A little voice in the back of his head manages to make things even worse: did they use Zayne’s own knife?

“I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Every bit of relief is squashed by something heavy. His heart is racing. His hand is shaking and just doesn’t want to leave his mouth, as if he’s gonna throw up immediately once he removes it.

And he feels something wet against his fingertips.

“No I... why...?!” He takes his glasses off and furiously swipes his sleeve over his cheekbones. “Why am I upset about… about Zayne?!” he cries out, brushing tears away as soon as they appear, as if he can erase any evidence of the bitterness swirling inside.

“You don’t have to cry for the man who did those awful things to you…” Dennis says, voice soft. “It’s okay to cry for the man they dragged out of the water.”

Something doesn’t quite break but Jay feels something crack. Tears seep through it and he finally just slumps down on a chair, catching his head in his hands.

“This is too cruel. He… he didn’t deserve this. Not like this.”

Nor do I! This isn’t the happy ending he wanted! Everything, going back to his old life, his freedom, his recovery, is going to be overshadowed by this. How could he ever be relieved that he was going to be left alone now, happy that Zayne would never visit again, when he knows—

And Zayne… he was so happy these last few days. So sure that his freedom was near. And everything was ripped away. Cruelly punished for doing just as he was asked to do, for making it to the end, for merely existing. For meeting the wrong man.

“I was going to say… call in sick and go home but—”

“But home is no longer safe,” Jay finishes. It wouldn’t take long before Emery would tie up the last loose end. “When was he killed?”

“About five days ago.”

“You’d think Emery would be on my doorstep four days ago then…”

“I’m not going to take any risks. I’m going to finish up, talk to Luke to see if we can arrange some protection and you’re staying with me.”

Finally free. It cost a terrible price. And even now he still isn't free at all. A bigger threat still looms over them all. And it wouldn’t be satisfied with just its first victim.

Things might actually take a turn for the worse.

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[aewinning]

don't tell me it's wrong

Chapters: 1/1, 12.9k words Fandom: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Multiple! Check author's note on AO3 for details. Relationships: Robin/Sunday Additional Tags: Canon Divergence, Character Study, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Developing Relationship, Sibling Incest, Obsession, Guilt, Shame, Mind Meld, Love Confessions, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Wing Grooming, Temporary Changes to Gender or Sex, Sunday is Down Bad 🔞 Additional sexual tags on AO3 for space's sake - and there is a lot of sexual content in this fic.

Robin takes his hand, squeezing it tight as she graces him with a radiant smile, her wings fluttering.

Sunday's heart flutters too, stomach lurching until he feels sick with it. Xipe could descend in all of THEIR divine radiance and smite him for this deviancy, and it would not change a thing. He could not possibly be more smitten than he is in this moment.

Sunday's fixation on Robin inspires a small act of defiance that changes the arc of Penacony's future—and their relationship.

[too-young-to-fall-in-love]

Love in 6/8

summary:

90 Day Fiancé AU! - For this season of 90 Day Fiancé, we will follow Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin on their journey to the altar. Watch as our beloved characters explore the sprawling New York City, discover the thrilling ups and downs of living with a romantic partner, and so much more. - T • 15k • screenplay

Episode 1 | Episode 2 | Episode 3 | Episode 4 | Episode 5 | Episode 6 | Episode 7 | Episode 8 | Episode 9 | Episode 10

[the-feels-assassin]

Weekly Writing Update

Still plugging away at my Phlint Christmas fic.

For those following along, this fic takes place Dec 22, 2005 - Jan 2, 2006, in which Phil Coulson goes home to Manitowoc and his family of origin, which consists of his mom, two older siblings, their spouses, and a myriad of kids. Then Clint and Nat show up. Family trauma and drama! Plus Phil and Clint getting together.

So in this scene there are two characters "Ashley" and "Tim" who are Phil's 20 year old niece and 18 year old nephew, respectively. Ashley attends Harvard; Tim is still in high school. The "Chris" mentioned in passing is Phil's older sister.

“I needed this,” Clint said, pushing himself into a head stand. He held it for a moment, and then walked on his hands towards Natasha and the kids. It wasn’t as easy to do on the uneven ground or in the snow, the wetness was starting to seep through his gloves, but Clint had done it on worse terrain in the circus. Tim and Ashley were both watching him with wide eyes. If they thought these easy tumbles were impressive, they must not know many gymnasts or acrobats. Clint supposed his sort of people may not be common at Harvard. “You should have worked out with me this morning instead of canoodling,” Natasha said. She stepped forward and pushed his feet. He fell over backwards into the snow. “Ugh, you know I hate working out first thing,” Clint said, hopping up. “Plus the canoodling was with Phil.” A goofy smile came over his face. Phil with his broad hands mapping Clint’s back. Phil, his warm mouth as thorough and competent as he was. “It was too good to pass up.” “You’re really like with Uncle Phil?” Ashley asked, her face and voice filled with puzzlement. She stood next to Natasha, her arms crossed in front of her as she studied him. Her expression was analytical—a cross between the dissecting gaze of Chris and the considering gaze of Phil. “Like, you’re his boyfriend?” “Hell yeah,” Clint said with a big grin. Boyfriend. He was Phil Coulson’s boyfriend. He knew Phil hated that word, but Clint didn’t. He hated partner because it made them still seem like coworkers. He liked boyfriend, because everyone knew what it meant. He was Phil’s. “It’s just…” Ashley shook her head. “I don’t get it.” “What’s there to get?” Clint asked. “I love him. He loves me.” “But you’re so…” Her face scrunched and she motioned at all of him. “Cool. And Uncle Phil is…” She looked to Tim for help. “Not,” the boy said with a shrug. “Uncle Phil is a dork.” “The secret is that they are both dorks,” Natasha said.

Current Total Word Count: 88,823

[artificialchaoscola]

Chapter 20 has finally been planned out. This will be a very ambitious chapter, as many things have to occur for everything to hit properly. It might not all immediately make sense, but consider this and what will happen in chapter 21 a Beginning and an End of something. I just can't wait~

I can't show you guys any snippets of the planned notes since I don't want to spoil anything, so instead I'll leave you guys with a few questions:

What did Eggman mean when he said he'd 'seen this before'?

What is the margin of error Sage fears?

What is a Hero? What makes someone Heroic? Is it a quality you are born with, or one you have to work for?

[chaotic-orphan]

MILD UPDATE:

The next part of Stranger and Supervillain’s brand are in the works!!!! [so expect them in the next week or two]

Also, Heroic betrayal and Defiant Leader x confident Villain are halfway through their next chapters. {expect within the week}

Vendetta is basically written in my head I just need it written down first ((if my brain would stop starting new projects that would be wonderful, but here we are🙃))

Also more Alphabet of whump is coming it’s just taking time

Sorry it’s taken so long, thank you for being patient XD I really appreciate it 🫶🫶🫶

More rants below, I’m sorry for so many rants this week, I am a very loquacious person

I usually write the next part in the ask box and then publish it, so I don’t respond to asks until it’s written — except the semantics ask where I published it by accident😅 but yes!! Just a lil update for you all!!! And if you like a series, no matter how small [@me with Immortal Hunter and Benignant mischief ] you can ask for a second part if you enjoyed it, and I am happy to oblige!!! Though it may take a while, usually one-two weeks

[[Except twisted love, which has left me writer’s block like I’ve never felt before so I think that will be re-written and changed a bit storywise so I can actually write it because I love the idea, BUT SEMANTICS— it’s like royal whump, male whumper, lady whumpee, kind of same ish vibes if you want more — BUT OKAY RANT OVER THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK ]]

XOXO Mack