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some things don’t change

in the past, when steve was smaller, bucky took pride and pleasure in being able to wrap all of steve up in just one arm.

now, even when steve has become the human dorito he is, bucky still takes pride and pleasure in being able to wrap his singular arm around steve’s waist.

“still counts,” he’d smirk and say. he could still hoist steve up with just that arm. and steve is still as warm and cuddly as before (now with the added bonus of some actual meat on his bones).

some things don’t change, and they of all people can appreciate that.

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dunno when imma work on it next (pray for me yall 💀), but here’s what would be the opening of the first chapter of my sunven vigilante AU (tho no aven here yet)! enjoy 💫

(not to make this a promo, but if u did wna see aven, here is a little thing w both of them set in this AU, tho i’m not sure where in the AU’s canon it wld happen :P (it’s not in my current version of the plot ahah))

“How are you doing? … How’s preparation coming along?”

Commotion is rife outside. Voices clamoring, doors opening and closing, footsteps in every direction…. Sunday strains his ears to see if any are coming his way, but it seems he’s in the clear for now.

“I can’t believe how many are coming! It’s extraordinary…. I mean, we dreamed about it all the time, but I never imagined it would actually come true.”

Sunday inhales. The air is scant and taut, and it hurts his chest on the way down. Or maybe his chest has been hurting all this while.

“But you know what makes me the happiest? That you are here, brother. I wouldn’t trade you for all the fans in the world… well, not that I can even if I tried, because I know you’ll always be there for me….”

Robin looks at him, smiles. Sunday can only stare. It’s like he’s trying to imprint the expression into his mind, but of course, he doesn’t succeed.

“It’s almost time! I have to go… I’ll see you there?”

The recorded message freezes, then ends. There’s only Sunday’s face reflected back to him on his phone screen now. He has gotten thinner—he hadn’t even noticed until Robin, thousands of kilometers away at the time, pointed out instantly the moment he turned on his video camera.

She did not see him there, in the end. He couldn’t make it, because he was busy with paperwork and oversight and meetings with clients… tasks he can remember with more clarity than the last time he went to one of her concerts. And yet, she still diligently called him from every new city, remembered to buy his favorites any time she encountered them, invited him to every event regardless of whether he’d missed the last one or twenty. But he, he never showed his appreciation, never responded in kind to her enthusiasm and love. And now, it is too late.

“Master Oak! The ceremony is about to start, where have you—” Their butler-in-training—Misha, if Sunday recalls correctly—cuts himself off awkwardly when his eyes land on his young master’s face. “Uh– are you feeling alright?”

“As ‘alright’ as I may feel on a day like this, Misha.” Sunday smiles at him coldly. He could have been a little nicer, but they’re at his sister’s funeral, for god’s sake. It was a distasteful question.

“Yes! Of course! I’m so sorry, sir. P-please excuse me!” the young man squeaks out, before making himself scarce. Sunday frowns at the shrinking silhouette; really, when will the Bloodhounds be back in Golden Hour? It’s absurd how many their father likes to bring along on his business trips.

Speaking of…. Sunday casts his gaze around the room while moving toward his designated seat. He sees other Family members, business partners, prolific visitors from afar… but not their father. Robin must be disappointed, he thinks—then immediately regrets thinking it when sorrow curdles into a lump in his throat. It takes jaws clenched achingly tight and several deep breaths to make sure no tears will come out. Their father isn’t here, which means he is the face of their Family. This is no time for a breakdown.

Despite knowing that, Sunday finds his focus shot barely ten minutes into the ceremony. The ride to the burial ground is a black-and-white blur. And despite him technically being the host of the reception, Sunday excuses himself after the first couple soppy “my condolences.”

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@ficwip ’s all ships ship week ⚓️ day 7: free day!

🔗 crybaby

🚂 honkai: star rail | aventurine/sunday

🔺 mature

🏷️ main tags: implied/referenced sex, fluff, mild hurt/comfort, crying, overwhelmed/overstimulated sunday, caring aventurine, kink negotiation

�� summary:

He feels the other man draw his hand away from his face, and he lets him, even though it only makes the weight upon his chest heavier and the tears falling from his eyes more rapid. Embarrassment sears his cheeks. Sunday hiccups—hates the way he sounds.

im j gna leave u w my author’s note:

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@ficwip ’s all ships ship week ⚓️ day 2: double life; hurt/comfort

🔗 in the wake (of a hurricane)

🚂 honkai: star rail | aventurine/sunday

🔺 mature

🏷️ main tags: vigilante AU, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, blood & injury, implied/referenced abuse, aventurine/kakavasha is traumatized

💭 summary:

“Bad night, really.” Kakavasha chuckles, but there is nothing lighthearted about it.

based on my sunavenday vigilante AU, which is heavily inspired by The Batman (movie 2022)! a scenario i think could happen — where one of them gets hurt, and they have to figure out what to do (or not) about it.

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kafblade, where she would never hurt him and he can always trust her, but it’s gratifying to pretend 🖤

🔗 Play

🚂 honkai: star rail | kafka/blade

🔺 explicit

🏷️ main tags: dominant top Kafka/submissive bottom Blade, trans Blade, BDSM scene, bondage & leashes, pegging, riding, voyeurism, double penetration, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, aftercare

💭 summary:

And so, how can Kafka make Blade fear what he knows he doesn’t? And how can Blade give her the control she knows she already has?

They play.

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my 2024 ao3 writers' wrapped (template - thank you for creating!)

typed out under the cut:

Archive of Our Own wrapped

Hi, sinkingwmyships!

Most written rating: tie between gen & mature!

Most written category: m/m

Most written fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Favorite characters to write: Sunday, Blade & Aventurine were my blorbos this year

Favorite additional tags: "kissing" & "fluff" were most common!

Favorite fic you wrote (+ why if you want): hmm… probably “Emotional regulation”? it was fun to write, and i like the ship dynamic and characterization i went with!

Favorite dialogue snippet you wrote:

cw: a lil suggestive!

“Sunday? Six minutes have passed. Do you need more time? Can I give you a little more time? Yes? Okay. How much? How much would you like? Two minutes? Okay. In two minutes, I’ll ask you again for your safeword, alright? Now rest. Rest.”

Favorite paragraph(s) you wrote:

it was hard to find a ‘favorite,’ bc i don’t mentally divide up my writing in terms of paragraphs i think…. still, have this one i wrote recently that i think is kinda neat:

“They venture away from Nightwing's entry point into the darkness. The building's creaks and heaves mask their footsteps, while shadows fall around them like folds of a heavy cape. Cutting the lights means his opponents won't be able to see, but with how deep the night is, Red Hood can't make out jack shit, either. The only reason he knows his gun's still in his hands is because he can feel its weight and shape—the same reason he knows his brother is still beside him, from the press of Nightwing's back against his, steady, reassuring, almost warm even through their armor. Red Hood shouldn't get used to it, shouldn't stop watching his back just because it's available this one time; but already the figurative weight on his shoulders has lessened by half.”

WIP ideas for next year:

stuff i’m excited to potentially create… hmm, Batman & Batfamily stuff for now! and who knows what else i’ll get (back) into… maybe Arcane once i watch the 2nd season… maybe OCs and original stuff… we’ll see!

what you learned from writing this year!

one thing i’m constantly re-learning/re-teaching myself: write whatever the hell i want and don’t let self-doubt/embarrassment/(self-)judgment deter me! if nobody likes it i like it amirite ✨

other things… spontaneity is a great way to jump-start writing! just gotta spit the ideas out. maybe i’ll figure it out as i go. and it could be fun! (e.g. the thing i wrote on the left [paragraph above] was extremely spontaneous—and very fun.)

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@ficwip ’s all ships ship week ⚓️ day 3: everything is fine and nothing hurts

heavily inspired by this Sunday art 🩵

🔗 “you have surprisingly comfortable pajamas.”

🚂 honkai: star rail | aventurine/sunday

🔺 gen audiences

🏷️ main tags: (domestic) fluff, established relationship, sharing clothes, flirting/teasing, kissing, cuddling, crying, mild Sunday angst

💭 summary:

Sunday spends the night at his boyfriend’s.

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@ficwip ’s all ships ship week ⚓️ day 1: “i didn’t know where else to go.”

🔗 out of character

🚂 honkai: star rail | aventurine/sunday

🔺 gen audiences

🏷️ fluff, drunkenness, kissing, pet names

💭 summary:

Aventurine leans in to kiss Sunday’s temple, and catches a strong whiff of what must be the reason Sunday is acting so… out of character.

(still figuring out how to best post a fic on tumblr… lmk if u have any ideas ahah)

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sth from a vampire-angel avenday/sunturine au i’m working on. i’ve already rewritten this part, but i like its ~implications~

(🦚 apologized, but 🪽 didn’t take it badly to begin w; yk, it was just a natural reaction to feeling pain. but trauma works in odd & annoying ways.

anyway. they’re rly just two ppl wounded by the world, still trying to find their way in it again ywy)

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hahaha yes i suppose so 🤔 anw anticipate another zhongven soon but zhongli will be the mama instead 🫣

fic link!

and here’s the mama zhongli one

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(started this series bc i suddenly wanna care Dain, but since i can’t do that, i’m making GI chars do it for me 😈🫶)

Summary:

"Have you seen a blond stranger who wears an eyepatch around here by any chance?"

"That I have. He comes here every night — just to drink, though. Doesn't order anything else. He even sometimes mixes his own drinks after he orders them. I don't know anything else about him, but from his selections and mixes, I'd say that he's quite the connoisseur.”

Dainsleif is at the Angel's Share again.

Chapter(s): 1/1

Rating: General Audiences

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship(s): Dainsleif & Diluc

Additional tag(s): Light Angst, Nostalgia, References to Lore, Drinking

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Summary:

or, what happens when Childe and Diluc agree to help the Traveler capture some fungi for a tournament.

(ChiLuc Week 2022 | Day 2 (NSFW): sex pollen)

Chapter(s): 1/1

Rating: Explicit

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship(s): Diluc/Tartaglia | Childe

Additional Tag(s): Established Relationship, Light Masochism, Masochist Tartaglia | Childe, Power Bottom Diluc, Foreplay, Choking, Bruises, Public Sex, Consent, Kissing, Aftercare

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Summary:

Diluc and Childe are far from perfect.

Chapter(s): 1/1

Rating: Mature

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship(s): Diluc/Tartaglia | Childe

Additional tag(s): Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Sex, spoilers for 2.1 archon quest (la sig iykyk), Fluff, Scars, mentions of wounds, ig it's whump?? not rly, Tartaglia | Childe is Called Ajax and Childe, Delusions (Genshin Impact), they love n care each other your honor

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lovely art my friend drew for this fic!

Summary:

Angels don’t whistle when people die — but when Diluc awakens in a comfy hotel bed with all his wounds treated and a still-damp towel on his forehead, he doesn’t think Tartaglia is completely lying, either.

Chapter(s): 1/1

Rating: Teen & Up

Warning(s): Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Relationship(s): Diluc/Tartaglia | Childe, Diluc & Tartaglia | Childe, Diluc & Kaeya, Crepus & Diluc

Additional tag(s): pls don't get freaked out by the tags ik it may seem like a lot ;w;, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Mafia AU, with a splash of fantasy, Reapers, Violence, Blood, Suicide Attempts, Diluc is suicidal, Character Death(s), Reincarnation, Whump, a bit of character study?, Vomiting, Explicit Language, Murder, as expected of a mafia AU, Eventual Fluff, Abyss Order, Knights of Favonius, Childe is called Tartaglia, Timeskip(s), the timeline is so unclear tho rip, Angst with a Happy Ending (Sort of...), Ambiguous/Open Ending, Hurt/Comfort

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Summary:

Venti searches for Zhongli, after he goes away for longer than usual.

Chapter(s): 1/1

Rating: General Audiences

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship(s): Venti/Zhongli, Venti & Zhongli

Additional tag(s): Mentions of Other Genshin Characters, Hurt/Comfort, the drunk one is Zhongli this time, there is a funeral happening so expect talks of death, Genshin Impact Lore, Grief/Mourning, Fluff and Angst, i just wanted to write abt these senior citizens ok, can be read as romantic platonic or queerplatonic!, Wangsheng Funeral Parlor (Genshin Impact)

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sneak peek of my chiluc week day 2 nsfw prompt (as i perish trying to finish it ;_; might take a while more tbh, struggling to keep up w irl work plus experiencing mild writer’s block i think)

edit: it's here!