#that i have written

[ghouljams]

sire and dam are omegaverse ways of saying dad and mom or sperm donor and egg donor /different anon

That's sort of biologically reductive and makes me deeply uncomfortable. I understand it probably was pitched as a more "gender inclusive" way of looking at it but eugh, it feels actually even more gendered.

Also they're not dogs? They're human people.

Also in my au there isn't any cis-mpreg, people who have the parts to be impregnated can become pregnant regardless of endotype. Plenty of afab-alphas have babies, plenty of afab-betas have babies, omega is not synonymous with "breeder." So it would really be up to the individual what they wanted to be referred to as vis-a-vis mother/father/other.

[primalvessel]

@confluxium - Warning: I have NO idea what tf I'm doing ajkhsdakjh. I hope Hati's believable (the little that I write of him anyway. x.x). Working title: When you want a kabedon but you can't have one because your crush/fwb is too fucking tall.

The night was warm and after concluding his duties in the workshop, Koinos had dusted off his hands and headed to the roof was he was often wont to do, unbothered by the distance between House Acheron's work floors and the rooftops he'd frequented. Only two Charons were perched up there that eve, preening their feathers and otherwise ignoring him - he was a regular presence there and when they ascertained that he'd not brought them treats, they elected to ignore him.

Shirking the neat work shirt he to feel the balmy night air against his skin, he simply enjoyed the quiet for a time and stretched limbs that felt cramped after working so long. Boots followed shortly and were set neatly to one side.

Once limbered up, he began to practice.

Smooth, sinuous movements that flowed like water with only the birds to witness, he swayed, twisted, stabbed and swept with a staff in place of a lance, as if to a melody that no-one else could hear. The minutes slipped by as the Miqo'te performed as if he were the only one in the world.

Until he wasn't.

There was no ignoring the intense, singular stare that the Miqo'te could feel as he moved.

Even if he hadn't already known that Hati was there, calculatingly stood downwind of him and neatly tucked away from the cool slant of moonlight, the telling weight of the Viera's gaze made the fine hairs at the back of his neck stand on end. To turn his back on a predator was to court death and yet Maru completed the lazy spin, bare feet scuffing across the light dusting of sand upon the roof, as if he wasn't prey to the wolf who waited in ambush.

Hati remained there though; shrouded in darkness with his bared arms folded as he leaned against the weathered brick. Wasn't smoking. To the casual eye he wasn't even breathing.

It wasn't chance that Hati was there but when he didn't immediately make his intent known, it made the feline wonder. He wasn't there to watch him practice of that he had no doubt, but the Viera didn't seem to be in any hurry to interrupt.

It was the distraction of not knowing why his boss was there that eventually made the Miqo'te falter and that was all it took.

That opening was the one the wolf capitalized on, as if to punish for the unintentional lapse. The staff was slow to come up to defend against the larger presence as Hati was suddenly before him but Maru didn't try particularly hard to stop him.

The staff was wrenched from Maru's grip and sent clattering to the rooftop at almost the same time as the Viera's other hand closed around the Miqo'te's throat and those metal claws, glinting in the moonlight, pressed into tanned skin. Beneath Hati's fingers, the feline's pulse raced, belying the calm way he stood, breathing a little laboured.

"You don't fight it?" Hati observed in a questioning tone, singular eye piercing.

"I'm tired of fighting you," Maru replied in spite of the grip around his throat. It was a full-faced truth even if the way it was spoken implied that there was more to it than just that.

He was tired of fighting Hati for every scrap of friendship the Viera was so intent on separating himself from. If he thought he was doing the Miqo'te a favour, he really needed to stop.

"If you want me to fight, give me a reason to."

Gods though... For all Maru was outwardly remarkably calm, his heart raced and his thoughts practically tumbled over each other. There was something in that ethereally moonlit gaze told him that Hati knew it too.

The grip around his throat tightened just a little and Maru felt sweat break out across his brow as a light pink flush spread across the bridge of his nose, neither of which had anything to do with the exercise he'd been doing, nor fear of being beneath the wolf's claws.

Madness; how such a tiny display of strength - the miniscule play of muscle in that tanned arm could have such a profound effect.

Maru's mouth had gone dry. His gaze darted from the Viera's bicep up to that steady gaze, down then to the broad chest and strong shoulders and back up to the pierced bottom lip drawn into a neutral line as if he couldn't find somewhere to settle his own sight that wouldn't deepen the warmth flooding his body. A futile effort when Hati's broad form filled his vision, so the Miqo'te stopped trying to hide it.

"Find your own reason," Hati rumbled, eliciting a show of bared fangs from the feline within his grasp.

Had Maru not fought enough for him already? The Viera would make him fight for every single thread of his attention, his affection? Was there not a single good thing they could have, together, that the feline didn't have to expend blood, sweat and tears for? Even there, with the claws digging in enough to make blood bead beneath their points, he couldn't be given even one small thing.

Except Hati was giving him something even if the Miqo'te hadn't caught onto it right away.

Realisation dawned on the feline and Hati watched it happen. That almost imperceptible curl at the corner of Hati's lips widened into more of a smirk and he didn't do anything to stop it when the Miqo'te finally resisted the grip about his throat. There was even a rumble of genuine laughter before he was brought to a knee and Maru crushed their lips together in a hungry kiss.

TBC...?

[drizzledrawings]

Only you

[michameinmicha]

Stumbled upon this random ship (in a fandom im not active in myself) that has like 150 works on ao3 which are all from just two people gifting each other fics about this pairing back and forth and theyve been doing it for 3 years... i think thats true love probably

[humming-fly]

I love how Gerald was trying to keep Shadow from spoiling anything about the future meanwhile literally everything Shadow says and does around Maria is the biggest death flag ever

[whatkindofnameisella]

can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.

[thorinds]

1000 Books You May Have Actually Read

[penny-anna]

fanfiction writers when a character is remotely non-human

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.

You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?

Click on their name. And look at their profile.

I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.

"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.

"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.

Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.

Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.

Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.

I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.

Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him

[gongyussy]

fascinated/horrified by this set of tweets…

[catmask]

the 'all marriage is gay as far as im concerned' except its me watching a man and woman character in a show i like and accidentally saying 'theyre so gay' because i literally forget thats not the word for romance because to me all romance is gay

[kirrbee]

*hours of my life wasted on putting sans in a hat (this really didnt have to take this long, but i think my dedication is comedic)

[feathersof-hope]

In June 2021 I was reading my favorite book, The Anthropocene Reviewed by John Green, in the psych ward, feeling completely hopeless and alone.

Today I was reading my favorite book, The Anthropocene Reviewed by John Green, in the waiting room to go to the first doctor visit on the road to start testosterone.

I know how it feels to think that you would be better off dead, but today I also know that:

"You can't see the future coming-not the terrors, for sure, but you also can't see the wonders that are coming, the moments of light-soaked joy that await each of us"

[larissa-the-scribe]

guys I had this realization the other day that Redwall works really well for reading aloud, and kinda half-remembered something about the author reading to kids? So I looked it up to see if I had made a connection.

And it turns out, yes, actually, because he read aloud to kids at a school for the blind. But all the books they gave him to read were depressing. So he wrote Redwall, a story about heroism and courage and making it through struggles, and filled it with so many sensory, visual details so he could give them something better and I just-- that's so wholesome-- help

[tetsuskei]

the more i get asked abt tsukki the more i want to repost and post threesome fics i have w him and kuroo 🧌