#than when i queue'd it

[ruinconstellation]

It's Yesterday Upon the Stair by an anon on Livejournal: https://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/3114.html?thread=7671850#t7671850

just remembered a fic on AO3 (or more likely LJ because it had that distinct late 00's experimental vibe) that appeared double-spaced oddly, in that some paragraphs would be spaced normally and others would have double or even triple spaces in between. it was about one half of the otp getting over the other's death (or coma, can't remember which), so all the comments were about how poignant the use of visual spacing was as a means to convey all the emotional holes in the character's life.

and then the author replied like... *giggle* guys it's NOT double spaced. try selecting the whole text

and we were all like "no WAY"

but we selected the text, and yes!!!

the "holes" in the story? they were actually lines and actions from the dead/coma character's ghost, rendered invisible to the eye by the simple trick of coloring the text the exact same as the background, revealed by nothing more than a click and a drag of the mouse

a story about the profound loneliness of losing your the partner of your life and having to make do without them, without anything to fill the holes they'd left behind, suddenly became a story about the profound helplessness of seeing someone you love suffer from your absence while you are right there, unable to do anything about it, unable to communicate that you love them enough to suffer unseen and unheard with them, just to keep them company they'll never know about

it was then that I truly realized how *superior* the digital medium is to plain printed paper, how the medium and the format can add to a story.

I think about that fic about once a year. I wish I could find it again

[delimeful]

Not to tell you what to do. But I'd block the anon. If they cant not be a jerk than they dont deserve any of your time with their complaints and moaning. Im sorry you have to deal with people like that.

To my knowledge you can block people on their asks and it will get their ip address blocked.

thank you, i appreciate the advice! /gen

i typically avoid blocking people because 1. i have hopes we can work things out by talking and 2. i've had some people go to pretty extreme lengths to block evade in the past, but you've got a point. at this stage, i have to admit: i've wasted a lot of time and energy trying to explain to someone who clearly doesn't care what i have to say :')

i think i'm going to turn my anon asks off for a little bit, since i imagine the original asker isn't going to be brave enough to send asks with a public blog. if i keep getting asks like that when i turn anon back on, i'll just go ahead and use that block function.

i do wanna take the chance to say thank you to everyone who has sent me such helpful, kind, and encouraging asks in the past week, anon or not! i've got some queue'd up and some saved so i can see them when i feel down, and they all made me feel really grateful to have so many people who respect and uplift writers in my community :''')

[random-and-average]

Spider Hero 2099

Content Warning(s): violence, fem!reader, death threats, bad Spanish, cringe writing, possibly OOC

Word Count: 2,098 words

Summary: As the pilot for Project Silent Sparrow, a project that would involve teleportation travel, you were excited to be a part of this new scientific breakthrough, but your husband, Miguel, is less than thrilled by the prospect of you risking your life.

Author's Note: What happens when my sleep schedule is out of wack and I get the weirdest idea to make a semi-crossover between ATSV and Big Hero 6 (the movie, not the show)? I create a sleep-deprived mess of a story. Regardless, I hope you all will enjoy it. My favorite part of this short story is the "domestic" parts of Miguel and Y/N's relationship since it's kinda cute seeing Miguel be so mushy around his wife. On another note, I have another post queue'd up to post later, so there's that.

"I still don't think you embark on this trip, mi vida," Miguel stated as he placed your large breakfast on the table. Your stomach grumbled appreciatively when you realized it was all of your favorites. Although, your hunger could wait; your worrywart husband, a trait that you found both adorable and endearing, needed some reassurance.

"I'll be fine, sweetheart," you promised with a kiss to his cheek meant to reassure him of your safety, thank him for the breakfast, and simply convey your love for him all in one. "Besides, the portal should function properly according to all of the team's calculations. Those geniuses don't let anything get past them."

Despite your words, his mouth was still downturned in a frown, though he didn't let his displeasure towards the situation stop him from pulling out your chair in order for you to sit on it.

"I just don't know why you have to be the first person to test it out."

"Always the gentleman," you chuckled as you sat down. "But who else would test it if not me? I'm the only one who stepped up."

"I just worry for you. What if you get hurt?"

"What if I don't get hurt? Miguel, asking all these 'what if's will only stress you out. I can't have you dying of a heart attack. If you want, you can still come with me to the presentation so that you can see me safe and sound in person."

Your husband hummed in thought before settling on his answer.

"Then I'll take you up on your offer."

A large smile grew on your face. Suddenly, you couldn't wait to get to the island where the portal would be.

"Wonderful! I can't wait to show you everything! If you think that what I told you was cool, then prepare to be amazed by what you actually see at the presentation. There are just some things that are best experienced in person instead of through word of mouth," you continued ranting for a few minutes while a lovestruck Miguel absorbed every word you said, absolutely bewitched by your cuteness as you enthused about Silent Sparrow.

»»»-——————¯\_(ツ)_/¯——————-«««

After practically dragging your husband around, showcasing every little detail of Silent Sparrow, one of your co-workers tapped you on the shoulder with an amused expression on their face.

"Hey, don't want to interrupt you and your husband's bonding time, but we're ready to launch."

Miguel's grip on your hand tightened a bit. You knew that he was still apprehensive about the whole thing, and the last thing you wanted to see as you took off was an anxious Miguel. In response, you squeezed his hand back.

"Alright, Charlie. I'll be right there. Just give me a couple of minutes, 'kay?"

"Sure, just don't get too comfortable with the PDA," they teased as they left you two alone.

With Charlie gone, your attention was entirely dedicated to your worrying husband, whose eyes were starting to glisten in unshed tears.

"Oh, Miguel," you cooed while you wiped away the tears forming at the corners of his eyes. "Like I said earlier, I'll be fine. It'll just be a quick trip inside the portal and then I'll be out. We can even get some empanadas at your favorite place afterwards, okay?"

"But what if things go wrong, mi cielo? I don't think I can bear to be without you."

"They won't, and I will never leave you either. Remember that promise I made to you all those years ago? During the meteor shower?"

He nodded. On that fateful night, Miguel had opened up to you about some of his past, something that he was usually secretive about. With you by his side in a silent meadow, he told you how he was pressured by his biological father, who had abandoned him at a young age, into killing a man in an experiment; how Alchemax attempted to get him hooked on a highly addictive drug as a means to continue working with a company that exploited its workers and test subjects alike; how his own supervisor tried to kill him out of jealousy. He didn't tell you anymore than that, but he didn't need to. Beneath the shooting stars, you promised him that you would do anything to make him happy, to make his future filled with enough joy to outweigh the trauma and tragedy that filled his past. And even as you two got ready to return home, you quietly wished upon the stars for Miguel to experience nothing but happiness.

"It was only 4 years ago," he gently laughed. "You're being dramatic."

"Well, 4 years is a long time, and besides, dramatic or not, I still intend to make good on my promise. If my loss will sadden you, then I will do everything I can to return to you in one piece."

Miguel's hands covered yours as he sighed, "Oh mi reina, you are the best thing that ever happened to me; eres lo que más quiero en el mundo." (T/N: you are the person I love most in the world)

Despite both of your wishes to stay in this moment forever, basking in the love of one another, a final call from your co-worker snapped the two of you out of your haze.

"We don't got all day, y'know! Hurry it up!"

Your husband glared at the scientist, who shrunk under the intense hatred, only for you to use your hands to redirect his face back to yours. The effect was immediate: all of his anger melting into pure, endless love.

"Alright, Miggy, this is the moment of truth. Wish me luck, okay?"

"I always do, mi corazón."

For good measure, you chastely kissed all the man's fears away, and in return, he gave you an extremely intimate one, despite the affronted squawks of anyone who happened to stare.

»»»-——————¯\_(ツ)_/¯——————-«««

Miguel stood behind the protective barrier alongside the other scientists, investors, and government officials as he watched your pod slowly enter the portal. At first glance, everything seemed fine. There weren't any outward signs of possible danger.

However—based on the scientists he could see hurriedly talking with the owner of the business, fear barely masked, out of the corner of his eye—he could sense that something wasn't right.

It was only thanks to his superhuman hearing that he was able to decipher what they were saying.

"Mr. Krei, if we go through with this, there's no telling what will happen to the pilot! It's best that we shut this whole thing down temporarily."

"No, I will not humiliate myself in front of the military. Continue with the presentation."

"But, Mr. Krei-"

"I don't recall that being a suggestion, Dr. Emily."

The scientist nervously glanced at the portal beyond the barrier where his wife was possibly going to die. Realizing that they had no choice but to acquiesce to their boss's order, they turned to their subordinates and murmured, "Continue forward."

"This is crazy," one of them whispered back to the scientist. "We might actually get blood on our hands after this!"

"You tell that to Mr. Krei."

"Uhh guys," another added, "we have a problem."

"What?"

"That guy, the one that came with the pilot. He's staring at us. I think he heard everything."

In that moment, Miguel and the group of scientists locked eyes, and no words needed to be exchanged for them to understand how they made a colossal mistake.

"How the hell did he hear us?! Is he a mutant or something?!"

No longer needing to hide the fact that he discovered the truth, he made his way towards the scientists, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

"Mr. O'Hara," Krei spoke as he stepped between him and the scientists, "is there a problem?"

"Stop the presentation," Miguel growled back, anger bubbling over at the fact that this man dared to risk the life of his wife for the sake of his own greed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. O'Hara, but do you have any experience in portal technology? I do not know what came over you, but I assure you that everything is fine, according to my team of scientists who have dedicated their lives to this field."

The Spider-Man grabbed the businessman by the collar of his shirt. "Don't play dumb with me. I heard everything, hijo de puta. Stop. The. Presentation."

The sounds of guns being cocked echoed through the room, and suddenly everyone was at a standstill.

That was until the alarms began to blare throughout the facility.

"We've lost contact with the pod!"

Miguel turned to look at the other side of the barrier only to see his wife gone, not coming out of the exit portal beside it. If anything, the exit portal broke down while the entrance portal started to suck in everything nearby.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Then...

"Damnit, Krei! Shut it down!"

Everything stopped.

"I want this entire thing buried! Not a peep of this gets out to anyone!"

And a promise was broken.

»»»-——————¯\_(ツ)_/¯——————-«««

Never in his life had Krei ever been punched by someone until today.

It had only been a split second after everyone was safely evacuated from the scene when the husband of the pilot, Miguel O'Hara, socked him in the face.

Whereas Krei was left dumbfounded and stupefied, Miguel was screaming and yelling expletives at him in a mix of both Spanish and English, tears of pure rage running down his face. Government personnel had to hold the man back lest he actually beat the businessman to death.

"I-I didn't mean for this to happen," he said to no one in particular, and frankly, no one had the energy to listen after they had witnessed someone possibly die before their eyes.

For days to come after this event, Krei would distinctly remember the last thing Mr. O'Hara shouted at him before he was forced home by government officials.

"Mark my words, I am going to kill you!"

A year later, the CEO would realize that, when it came to the O'Hara's, they always made good on their promises until the day they died.

He realized this as he pleaded for mercy beneath a blood-covered fist.

»»»-——————¯\_(ツ)_/¯——————-«««

A disgusted Lyla stared down at another beaten and mangled body of Alistair Krei while Miguel's rage slowly dissipated following his stress relief.

"How many Krei's is this now? 100? 500? 1,000?"

"Not enough."

Before Miguel could say anything, Lyla pulled up multiple videos of you for him to watch. It had become a ritual of sorts. Whenever it got close to important dates—your anniversary, your birthday, the day of your "death"—Miguel would start hunting down Krei's to kill before taking a break just to reminisce over what was, what could've been.

You popped up in front of him. There was a pout on your face as you stared at the him of the past, the person holding the camera.

"Miguelllll," you whined as your body was draped over a large queen-sized bed.

"Yes, querida?"

"Come join me in bed already. I'm cold."

Both the him of the present and the him of the past knew that was a lie. Really, you just liked cuddling him but were too embarrassed to admit it out loud.

"Hold on. I want to film this moment."

"What are you even filming? Why are you even filming?"

"What if we want to look back on the parts of our honeymoon that weren't beach-related or food-related? What if we just want to see the 'average' moments of our trip? You never know."

You giggled at his response. "Miguel, asking all these 'what if's won't get you anywhere."

"Miguel, asking all these 'what if's will only stress you out."

Suddenly, he wasn't in the mood to continue watching the video anymore, and his grief as well as his hatred returned with a vengeance, crying out for a scapegoat to unleash themselves out on.

"Lyla, end the video."

Confused, the woman asked, "Are you sure?"

"End. The. Video."

"Alright! Alright! No need to get mad at me."

Without apologizing to her, Miguel entered a portal and left, traveling to another dimension to hunt down his next prey.

"He should really get some therapy," Lyla muttered to herself.

»»»-——————¯\_(ツ)_/¯——————-«««

The last thing you remembered was a world of color. Blobs of bright, vibrant hues passed you by as you felt your heart rate slow and your limbs grow heavier. Even as you tried to keep yourself awake in hopes of eventually finding a way to return to Miguel, the sensation of warmth that blanketed you compelled you to close your eyes.

And then you were home.

[jetblackknight]

got wombo-comboed by Silent Hill 2 remake and an SCP article so replies and general like, interaction is gonna be low. I need like a week to process this shit. I forgot how hard SH2 hits, especially its end, when you've dealt with its themes yourself ( not the murdering part, but the cancer part ), and that SCP article and the soul-crushing dread it enacted ( 8980 for those curious ). Dear lord.

Anyway, both were incredible. Bloober did an incredible job and so did the author of SCP-8980. If I don't respond to anyone, despite being online ( I use Discord to communicate with family ), it's nothing on y'all I just need not a break but like. a breath LOL

there will be like one or two queue'd posts and promos but other than that I'll probably be radio silent / very low activity for about a week or so. sincerely hope that's okay !!

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

That moment when you realize that you only have ten more days left of queue'd quotes and you need to add more so you don't run out, but your psychology professor is trying to strangle you with more work than your science class + labs required because that's how you breed sad girl autumn feels, I guess.

[dash-n-step]

bro when I queue'd the art of Hsien-Ko facing away, I tried to mark it as "felicia darkstalkers" on instinct :sob:

I did it right and just put "darkstalkers" but maaan tagging things on computer is more annoying than on mobile that's for sure

Do you have XKit?

Most of the time when I go on these reblog sprees and I usually have a set of "quick tags", which helps with not typing everything all the time lmao

then adding tags is as easy as just clicking a button and typing there, instead of having to open windows all of the time

[kittlesandbugs]

I posted 2,608 times in 2022

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#5

Time doesn’t heal (AO3 Link) Fandom/Pairing: FHR / Chargestep Word Count: 1838 Warnings: Grief, mourning, little suicide ideation, canon-typical angst Summary: Four people reminisce about the fallen vigilante Sidestep on the third anniversary of the Heartbreak Incident.  One person knows she isn't dead.

Los Diablos, CA

2016

"What's with the sudden roster change?"

You bite back a sigh. "I know. You're off on Thursdays. I need you to switch this once and pick up tomorrow."

"Why?" The question is sharp and hard, and not for the first time you wish Sentinel hadn't retired yet. He would have just signed off on it. No questions, no backtalk.

"Ortega needs it. The new secretary forgot about it."

Her scowl deepens. You're getting better at reading her expressions, the more time you spend with her. At least, you hope you are. Sometimes she's as impenetrable as her own mirrored skin.

"Why doesn't he ask me himself?"

"He thinks he doesn't need it." Too stubborn, the both of them. Like someone else you knew. "I know he does."

She cocks her head curiously. "Been through this before?"

"This will be the third time." You glance pointedly at the calendar on the wall.

She follows and her bristling annoyance eases with realization. She nods. "Alright. Fine."

"Thank you."

"Tell Ricardo he owes me one," she says as she turns on her heel and storms out as roughly as she had entered.

"Tell him yourself," you call after her. You don't really care one way or the other if she hears you. Not your job to settle scores.

You wish you had the luxury to get wasted as you know Ortega will, but it's not in your cards as Marshal. Not that your guts could handle it anyway. You kill the lights and lock your office. No time for your own tortured ruminations just yet. You have one last mission to complete for the day.

Maybe you'll manage to find Ortega before he half-drowns himself in a gutter this time.

___

"Did you know Sidestep?"

The question catches you off-guard. Lost in your own head again. Get it together. You straighten, school your expression, and turn towards the voice. A girl, a teenager maybe? A few years younger than you were when you…

Not the time. You shake that thought loose from your head.

"I… no. I never got the chance," you admit. "But I followed her career closely. She really inspired me. Did you know her?"

"Sort of?" Her gaze falls to the bouquet of yellow tulips in her hand. A good choice, you think. Something a little brighter to offset the darkened occasion hanging over the day. "She wasn't Sidestep yet, I think. Dad said Sidestep started a while after. But she saved me when I was little. From some men who tried to take me."

"I'm glad she helped you." Curiosity niggles at your thoughts and you can't quite resist asking, "How do you know it was her?"

"I could never forget her voice. I heard it on the TV. Dad said I had to keep her identity a secret though." She gives you a hard look. "So don't ask me her name."

"I won't." You can't help the smile in the face of her seriousness. "That's very important for a hero. Thank you for keeping her secret."

"Are you a hero too?"

Breaking into this world is so much harder than you envisioned. You and Josh were so stupid back then. So blind. But there's no going back now. You made a first step at least, landing your first corporate gig. A way to get your foot in the door to join the Rangers. A new purpose in a new identity forged for you.

You just need to live up to it now. Always easier said than done.

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#4

A little Saturday morning Chargestep sap. 300 ish words, no warnings. Just something I think about a lot. Ortega POV.

You find her in the kitchen, staring into your fridge. You're surprised by what she's wearing, given carte blanche to take what she needed from your wardrobe. But she's always gone for full coverage before, long sleeves and legs. Now a bright white tank top hangs loose on her thinner shoulders, exposing light brown skin and acid orange lines in the illumination of the open fridge. A pair of your Charge boxers, drawstrings cinched tight and hanging low. More skin, and orange down just past her knees, meeting up with the thick old Psychopathor scar running up her calf. 

More skin than she's ever voluntarily shown outside the bedroom. It's still dark out, 3 am, street lights creeping in at the edge of the blinds. But it's something and it makes your chest feel tight. She feels safe enough to do this. Be comfortable and casually exposed in your apartment. 

She pulls the carton of apple juice from the fridge, uncaps it, brings it to her lips. You stifle your snort. That explains why you've been going through it so quickly, with no extra dishes as evidence. She chugs it down like a desert wanderer who found an oasis, recaps and returns it with a satisfied sigh, and closes the fridge. 

"I see you've made yourself at home."

She jumps, spins, swears, and you catch a beam of light reflecting off narrowed silver eyes. 

"You said I should, idiot," she grumbles, arms crossed defiantly over her chest, daring you to object. 

You can't, any more than you can contain the smile as you approach. It's almost like a dream. You had years of them after Heartbreak, between bouts of depression and drunken hallucinations that couldn't drown them. Until suddenly she was back in your life. Back in your kitchen. She's here, solid and real and warm in your arms, beautiful and bus-haired, tasting like apples and morning breath as you kiss her. 

"It's all I ever wanted."

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[cluethegirl]

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TW: thoughts on film practices in relation to m*inors, woman's liberation in regards to s3xual assault and f0rced mvrriage.

the manner in which teenagers were employed in european films from the 1970s is disgusting! I queue'd this very beautiful and regal image of this woman Ornella Muti, and when i looked her up on wikipedia i found out that she stared in a film with very heavy themes of s3xual violence at the age of fourteen! I will say that I haven't seen the movie, and in consideration of the wikipedia description of the film, it potrays the story of a young girl fighitng for her atonomy against a very evil practice of stealing and abusing woman to force marriage onto her. The story of Franca Viola is a tale of both unfathonable horror and strength, and is one of many in woman's history that makes me shake with anger until my teeth hurt. Her story does deserve to be told, remembered, and taken into account for our actions in the world as humans, but what is the use of casting a girl so young for this role? I understand wanting to guarantee the level of disgust which should be automatic for audiences, which may have not been then, and that r*pe is a reality for all ages, but I do not think it wise to put such a young girl on screen potraying these cirumstances.

I am in dispair than even when attempts are made to share the stories that liberate woman, we are again taken advantage of and exploited.

also pls check out the wikipedia article on Franca Viola, I am shaking in anger but I have decided along time ago even if It would put me in such a state I would always push myself to open my eyes to the injustices of woman.

[louandhazaf]

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#5

Vesper

3k words /// Explicit /// Larry

“No.” Louis shook her head, lips tucked into her teeth. “Not like a…” she waved her hands around, “woowoo vibe. Like, a, you know, a vibrator.”

She said the last word so quietly Harry struggled to hear, then coughed on her own wine when she realized. “And… And you shipped it here?”

Written as part of the Femslash February for @girldirectionfest !!

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#4

counteract

2k words /// Explicit /// Louis/Harry

Louis comes up with a plan to get Harry's attention.

Written as part of the 2022 @wankersday Wankfest!

Part 2 of the Counterbalance AU. 

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#3

@oliwright-official I’ve got some content for you! 😂 Sighting in Pittsburgh!

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#2

I Like Different Places (Nobody Calls It a Sin) 

3700 words /// Not Rated /// Zourry

Louis' hands shot up in front of him, like it would prove his innocence. “Gem, I swear, it’s not what you think.” He knew what that sounded like, but it was true, even if he couldn’t follow it up with the whole truth of the situation. Gemma was like family to him, but she was Harry’s actual family, and the rage in her eyes broke Louis’ heart. That after everything they’d been through, Gemma thought he was capable of going behind Harry’s back. or The one where Harry comes out to his family.

Written as part of the @1dpolyficfest

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Close Enough to Touch

11.6k words /// Mature /// Louis/Harry

There had been chart topping singles and sold out arenas when Louis Tomlinson was one fifth of the world's most successful boyband.

Embarking on his first solo tour was stressful enough without his closest friends encouraging him to push even further outside of his comfort zone. Louis definitely did not need a masseuse on tour. Not even if that masseuse turned out to be gorgeous, kind, and lovely. It was the last thing Louis thought he needed.

He was wrong.

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[cursewhale]

My parents got a smart TV, and I was recently watching their house while they were off doing boomer vacation shit.

I hate that fucking TV so much.

The default brightness was so bright it gave me a headache.

There are ads on the home screen.

When I plugged my laptop in with an HDMI cable, for one just getting it to display the laptop's second screen was a whole ordeal, and then it would randomly just switch to a different input unprompted.

When I was watching a show on one of the streaming services they pay for, the TV would randomly switch to the TV manufacturer's (Samsung's) proprietary service.

When I went to watch a movie, it queue'd up a different movie than I picked, though I'm not sure if that was the TV or the streaming service at fault.

It's my first experience with a so-called "smart" appliance, and it's been abjectly terrible.

[storiesofthenight]

I have officially queue'd all replies that I owed that are older than 14 days. It has taken me ages but I've been on a roll today and I got about 8 replies done already today. I currently still owe 16 things, I don't know when I'll get those done, but I might write a bit more today still who knows.

Either way I'd love it if I get most things queue'd by the time I leave for London this Friday since I'll be gone for 4 days and haven't decided if I'm taking my laptop with me.

[magiclwritings]

This must have been what it felt like to be Quintus sometimes. Not that he'd ever truly slip into that man's shoes but for now, with this one under him and the possibilities tickling his every last nerve ... it was pretty hard to deny the high he felt. He'd almost forgotten that he was even speaking. What was Cesare to call him? It didn't matter. All he needed to know was everything he did. But how to go about it. The prince was sizing up his options as far as squirreling him back towards his quarters. However, upon further thought, it wouldn't truly be an attainable solution just as of that moment.

"What?" He asked absently when he'd realized Quintus had been brought up. His hands gripped the other's wrists tighter as he queue'd in and he felt the knot of his guts coming ripping right back to the forefront. "I wouldn't speak about things you clearly seem to have little knowledge of." He spat back, bitter of the insults he was hurling at Quin and himself. Moreso that he couldn't actually say he'd been wrong about his assessments but that didn't mean that was all truth when it came to the man he'd been describing. There was so much more than the attitude or anything else. "Quintus will know the truth. I don't care what you've tried to poison him with. He knows he's never to be left behind." The flush on his cheeks was spreading down his neck and felt as though it pooled in the center of his chest. How did Quin remain so calm when people spat such vicious things at him? It was a wonder he didn't throttle more people by that logic.

The worst part about all of this was that they were all just pawns to this man. Quin, Max, Cesare, Renly and even this stupid bastard. And to their credit, it hadn't been any of their faults. They all just played directly into a powerless man's struggle. Something they were never meant to be a part of. "Renly knows about as much as a toadstool would about matters of court. Especially this one." He spoke as though the words were acid and were ready to burn through him in the next second. His teeth ground together and he found his nerves and anger toying with one another. "You know very little of the man you're trying to impersonate." He scoffed, finding his disgust growing with every moment he held contact with him.

A moment or two passed and Cesare decided on his course of action. Well, their course of action. "Where is he?" He demanded, his free hand moving to bring his weapon up close to the strong pulse of the man's neck. He eyed the tip of the blade and carefully pushed it into his flesh. "You didn't come all this way empty handed. Not this close to the finish line." He adjusted himself to sit up higher. Even in the low light it was so hard to fight the softening of his face whenever it was him and Quin talking. Maybe not like this, but, he held out hope it'd be in their future. And more intimate. "You're going to help me get him out of this. And I'll let you live when this is all said and done." He felt the blush receding from his body as the rage came back to fill it's place. "Because if you don't." He started, leaning in closer until his breath was warm on the other's lips. "I will hang you in pieces from my wall as I march on Vivec to kill that psycho and restore the brothers to where they belong." He smiled for emphasis because he truly meant it and would follow through until the ends of the earth if it meant that he was vindicated. "Yes or shall I show you how much i mean what I threaten?"

As Beau’s back hit the bed and Cesare didn’t follow, he felt the jig was up in his bones. Those three seconds felt like the longest seconds of his life. He waited with bated breath to see if his game was up, but then Cesare climbed on top of him and sighed in relief. He went to spread his legs apart, welcoming Cesare in between them, but the prince straddled him, locking him in place. Interesting. He had pegged Quin from the start as someone who topped from the bottom, but he could also do it this way. He could only imagine the secrets Cesare would spill to him after he was sated and satisfied from a rump in the sheets. 

He felt Cesare trailing closer to his face, and Beau arched his back, seeking contact. It wasn’t until they were face to face that the boy leaned up to kiss along his jaw, but Cesare’s words stopped him. He tested the hold of Cesare’s legs on instinct, straddling his own. He tested the hold of his hands against the wrists, and Beau found that he could hardly move. Fuck. He bested Beau at his own game. Richard would be livid if he heard about this. 

“What gave it away?”Beau asked, a smirk on his face. “Was I too nice? I had hoped that, for your sake, he was nicer to you than to others.” He tried to jerk his hands away, but Cesare’s grip did not give. Telling him Quintus was in the castle would distract him and probably leave Beau alive after this encounter, but then he would have to face Richard’s wrath. Telling him Quintus was dead like he had been instructed to do would leave them all dead in Cesare’s wake. “Come on, admit it,” Beau teased, bucking his hips slightly just to get a rise out of Cesare. “I had you fooled. I guess it’s not true love if a pet like me can sway you for a few minutes.” 

“He’s furious at you, you know,” Beau continued, squirming under the man’s weight. “He truly believes Adros is pulling all of their support from Vivec. He thinks you’ve given up and are really handing his brother over to Richard for Renly. I had never seen hope die so quickly as it did in his eyes when he read your father’s letter. Renly and I enjoyed watching the fight drain out of him. He was much more agreeable to, well, everything after that. He didn’t even fight the guards when they put him in shackles. He’s given up, Prince Cesare,” Beau said with a soft snicker. “You don’t even know the shell of a person he’s become, and that’s what you want back? Personally, I think you should be focusing on your country and your traitor cousin spilling all of your family secrets into Richard's ear than trailing after that whore of a prince you apparently love." He shrugged as best as he could under Cesare's weight. "But I get it. Quintus bats his eyelashes and whispers a few mean things, and everyone falls to his feet. You're not the first prince to fall victim to it."

[ninetailedwisp]

i just queue'd a post where i talked about akamus in the tags but i'm thinking of another thing we used to do back then now; murder tag

WHICH was dumb and cringey as all hell of course but also so so much fun

because akamus was always this odd half chat half rp but with suspense of disbelief completely and utterly removed. we roleplayed as the most thinly veiled self inserts possible (or in some cases, blatant self inserts) and were all just like 'oh let's play murder tag' (which frankly, now that i think about it, was a bit more like hide and seek than tag)

and then someone would be picked as 'it' and they'd get a knife or whatever and go 'search' out everyone hiding (again, this was rp) and then chase them down and kill them. and then when the game was over we would literally rp our characters getting back up and laughing about it all because, no suspense of disbelief, we all got killed a lot but we never died

and like it was the funniest game, because it was an unspoken rule that the 'it' player would always win. you could run and fight and stuff but everyone would always eventually rp their characters dying and then the 'it' player would move on

stupidest game. wonderful memories. i was a weird teenager

[falselyprofound]

Been a while, but it’s traditional commission time again!

Give me any number of characters, tell me their vibes, and what level of finish you’d like for the drawing, and I'll send you a full page of doodles!

Some quick notes:

All prices are in $AUD. So if you’re American, this is cheaper than it looks.

Willing to mix-and-match. If you want some sketches coloured and others left black and white, that’s okay! Just let me know and I can charge accordingly.

Pay once I’m done. I’ll send you an invoice and a phone pic of your drawing when it’s all finished, and a high-quality scan once payment goes through.

"What if I want something else?” Comics, character design jobs, singular sketches or illustrations? You got it. Just DM me what you’d like and we’ll work something out!

"What about your digital art?” Technically digital art commissions are still open, but for the time being, all those prices are tripled. My current tablet setup puts a big strain on my shoulder so I'm trying to do less of it.

[kithmet]

DISSOCIATION. A poem depicting the reality of depressive episodes, written circa August 2017.

[slvertongues]

all i do is: go through my lt: fanart tag, go on an artist’s blog, reblog all the louis fanart or edits they have, look at the date of the last post on the blog, reads something between 2013 and 2018, oh..., leaves blog