#this is not three sentences lol

[ventique18]

You and Malleus had a fight...

"Hmp. Suit yourself. When you are well enough in the head to realize your mistake, I will consider giving you an audience to hear you out."

Then he turns away, walks to his room with his head held high, clicks his door shut, and...

My darling is mad at me

I hope I die.

spends the rest of the daylight immobile, with his face buried in his pillow.

He couldn't survive the day in such agony though and accidentally saunters to your garden at 12am, just happens to remember it's gargoyle-polishing day, bumps into your window by chance, and wordlessly asks you to let him in because it's suddenly raining even when the weather forecast said it'd be a sunny day.

You silently play an episode of the Gargoyles cartoon while waiting for the rain to let up. You fall asleep midway through an episode, but when you awaken, he's still up watching. The same episode that you fell asleep at. Was he replaying the same episode over and over?

"Ah, yes. This is the 24th replay now, I believe."

"Why?! You should have just watched the rest of the season."

"Well... I wanted a convenient reason to stop by in the middle of the night." He laughs, then lays on the bed beside you, "But more than that... I suppose it's simply rather thrilling to experience things for the first time with you."

And then you realize you've forgotten why you weren't speaking with him in the first place.

Really, how could anyone get mad at someone this cheesy?

[suzukiblu]

dialogue 10, action 4, and core4 for the wednesday game?

“I love you too,” Bart remembers to say belatedly. He doesn’t look up from his handheld, but the other three all look away from their phone (Cassie), their tablet (Tim), and the TV (Kon), for some reason. 

“Um, what?” Kon says. 

“‘Too’?” Cassie repeats. 

“Yeah,” Bart says, sparing a(n objective) picosecond to glance at her in-between enemies. Tim tilts his head, blinking slowly. 

“What are you talking about, Bart?” he asks. Bart stares blankly at him for a couple (subjective) minutes, then wrinkles his nose. 

“We’re on a recliner,” he says. 

“. . . okay?” Cassie says doubtfully. “And that’s somehow relevant to you, uh . . .?” 

“Loving you too,” Bart clarifies. Cassie and Kon both turn red. Tim just looks increasingly bewildered. Bart has absolutely no idea why any of them are reacting that way, but it’s whatever. 

“Uh–that, sure,” Cassie manages. 

“It’s a recliner,” he reminds her. 

“. . . so?” 

“So we’re all in it,” he reminds her again, making a point of wiggling in Kon’s lap as he says it. Well, vibrating, more like. Kon makes a really weird noise about it, for some reason, and shoves him forward down his thighs a bit as opposed to letting him stay leaning back against his chest. He does it almost fast enough to count as “quickly”, even. Which–rude, since Tim’s already hogging all of Cassie’s lap. Where else is he supposed to sit?

Also weird, Bart observes, but then decides he doesn’t really care since Kon didn't actually push him out of his lap, and plays another four levels before he realizes the others are still talking. 

Whoops. 

“Oh,” Tim says, blinking. 

“Oh,” Cassie says, also blinking. 

“Oh my god, are we, what, dating?!” Kon demands a little shrilly, sounding weirdly disbelieving about that idea for a guy currently sharing a recliner he’s big enough to take up solo with three other people. 

“Sure, if you want,” Bart replies with a shrug as he finishes the game, memorizes the credits, and then boots up another. He’s really glad he got some better games last time he was in the thirty-first century, it is such a pain to play twenty-first-speed ones. “How’s that work?” 

“. . . we need to have so many conversations so immediately,” Cassie mutters under her breath. “Just–immediately. I don’t even know how to start having them, but we do.” 

“Um,” Tim says, looking mildly embarrassed for a moment before clearing his throat and switching to a different file on his tablet. “Would you believe I have a contingency plan for that?” 

“No,” Bart says, because hello, he’s met Tim. “But I’d believe you had six to twelve contingency plans for that.” 

“. . . only if you count the sub-variants of Plan B and Plan E.”

[mrsoharaa]

Gojo Satoru, who has you sat upon the medical table of Shoko's lab while heavily making out with you. Squeezes his way in between the open space in between your legs, caresses the curves of your waist with one hand as the other clasp gently yet, intently, along the juncture of your jaw. Literally, stealing every hefty breath from you. Grumbled and muffled moans sputter against the softness of his perfectly glossed lips from your own, your own hands finally finding refuge through the snowy locks that settled upon his head.

So lost in the spiraling torrid sensation of your entangled tongues and lapping lips, you haven't even recognized the familiar presence shadowing just right outside of the door. Arms crossing over one another, within the sleeves of his robes, and a tiny, wicked grin spreading across his cheeks.

Who would've thought, that after these long, pretentious ten years of no contact...he would find his two (former) best friends, his ex lover (you), indulging shamelessly with one another.

[arecaceae175]

Promt:

Growing pains, Wind. Hurt/comfort. Linked universeeeeee. Or just Wind being a teenager 🙏🙏🙏🙏 I believe in u Ace

Sky looked up from his carving as he heard feet shuffling towards him. Wind's expression was pinched and his shoulders were hunched inwards.

"Sailor?" Sky asked.

"Mmph."

Wind slowly lowered himself to the ground, so Sky quickly moved to help him. Wind ended up curled against Sky's side with his head on Sky's lap.

"Ow," Wind mumbled into Sky's belly.

Sky sighed, resting a hand in Wind's curls and scratching softly. "I know. I'm sorry."

It was hard for all of them to watch Wind deal with growing pains and be unable to do anything about it. On the bad days, their usually boisterous sailor was dulled by the pain, shuffling around camp and grumbling at anyone who irritated him.

"Nn yr fah."

Sky huffed a short laugh through his nose. "You're gonna have to move if you want to talk."

Wind only shook his head. "Soft," he said loudly enough to be heard.

Sky smiled and patted Wind's shoulder with his other hand. "Have you had any of Wild's relief tea?"

Wind nodded, then turned his head so his mouth was free. "Mmhmm. It helped. 'M sleepy now."

Sky couldn't hold back a fond smile. "Go to sleep, then. Here." He draped his sailcloth over Wind's shoulders then his blanket over Wind's legs. Wind snuggled into Sky's side and let out a relieved breath.

[wikiangela]

several sentence sunday

so this is another fic I started on my vacation (I started three, and had one idea I haven't started yet lol - and one is already posted) - also, the two weeks here might change bc I'm struggling with the timeline (which doesn't matter but also it does lol) but I'll figure it out haha

(I'm still writing all my other wips btw, and gonna get to all the asks, but the writing beans have been gone lately, and I've been too exhausted lol - and my brain is so all over the place with my wips, idk what I wanna get to more)

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Evan knows he’s in love with Tommy about two weeks into their relationship.

(...)

They still barely know each other, but Evan knows. He can’t explain why, can’t explain how, he just knows. Tommy Kinard is it for him.

The moment he realizes it with utmost clarity is nothing special, really. He just spent the night at Tommy’s – not the first one, but it’s still new enough to fill him with nervous, giddy excitement, butterflies swirling in his stomach, which he hasn’t felt in years before Tommy. Everything about Tommy makes him feel like this. Tommy’s eye-crinkling, nose-scrunching adorable smile; Tommy’s eyes, always so fond when he looks at him; Tommy’s lips that taste so amazing Buck never wants to stop kissing him; Tommy’s big, big hands that feels so good in Buck’s, those strong arms and broad shoulders… – just everything about Tommy. At first Buck thought it’s the newness of this, of Tommy, of knowing about his bisexuality. But he’s also gotten so comfortable with Tommy in such a short time, and it doesn't even really feel new anymore, he knows it must be just him, must be Tommy making him feel like a giddy teen with a crush. Except the way this feels… Buck’s a grown man with tons of experience, and he knows how infatuation feels, how a simple crush and attraction feels, how real love feels. And he knows, deep down in his core, in his soul, in his heart, that this is real, that this is definitely more than a crush. This is what love feels like.

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[orlesianhennin]

yes i would like to analyze vivienne's barks when a companion falls

[thedoctor91011]

Hey Lamp! Was wondering if you could do smth with Luffys childhood trauma? 👀

Like the crew's gotta figure out he was tortured by porchemy, or that the dude has a massive fear of fire from Grey Terminal/Sabo's death/Ace's death. Or maybe just that he's got some funky behaviors from being raised alone by his brother in a Jungle and dump

Theres like nothing on ao3 and I'm DYING for something 😭

The first time Luffy sees his brother again, three years after Ace set sail, he is consumed by flames. It takes him back, all too easily, to the night the Terminal burned. To smoke stinging his eyes like tears and the smell of burning hair and flesh and too-hot air burning in his lungs and the surety that Ace and Dadan had died. The knowledge that Sabo had. To years of clear nights where he jerked awake, panting, from sights not too different from the one before him now. But Ace is grinning, and the flames dance across his fingers like he is controlling them, and Luffy understands all at once. Ace is wearing his aren't I cool aren't you impressed did I do good face, and this must be a devil fruit. So Luffy grins and laughs and applauds when he is expected to. Zoro keeps glancing at him, and Luffy knows he's worried, but he says nothing. When Ace leaves again, Zoro drops it. Luffy is grateful. The fire is part of his brother now, so he's determined to love it too.

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On Marineford, his crew isn't there to play the part for. On Marineford, Luffy is a little brother before he is a captain. On Marineford, he is a desperate child stumbling after a retreating back on Mount Corvo all over again, except this time it's Ace that needs saving. Ace that is alone. This time, Luffy saves him for once. Luffy breaks him free of the platform and San makes a key, and he has his brother back. Luffy is a captain again for one triumphant moment, ready to fight their way back out, victorious. Then, Ace's power returns. He pulls Luffy through the fire, and it brings him back to that night again, to being seven and small and weak, still too weak, and needing his big brother to protect him. He still finds himself wondering, sometimes, if he could have held out longer—run farther—if he hadn't remembered that. If he hadn't been so exhausted and hurt and then remembered being seven and protected. Maybe part of him had thought it would be okay to rest, just for a bit. He'd never know for sure.

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Luffy is in Dressrosa and the man before his is achingly familiar, but he can't be. The person he reminds Luffy of is long gone, and he is alone. The last brother standing. But Luffy is still looking at him, and he can't tear his eyes away, and he'd never been good at denying things he wanted. He launches himself, sobbing, at Sabo—at who must be Sabo because even a decade later he still looks at Luffy the same way he always did. Sabo, who has a burn scar spanning half his face. Sabo, who Luffy believed had burned to death for years rather than days. Sabo who is real and solid and here. Who wants to help. Who wants just as badly as Luffy does to preserve what they can of Ace's legacy. Luffy is in Dressrosa and Zoro is giving him that look again as they run through the streets. He's still sobbing, and Zoro is worried and yelling at him, and a weight he's been shouldering alone for years is once again split between two. He'll tell his crew everything after.

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He hadn't thought about it, at the time. Sabo being the one to inherit Ace's fruit had seemed fitting, had seemed perfect, even. The best possible outcome. But then Luffy sees him again and he is made of fire, and everything hits him all at once. The night of the fire, Dogra telling them that Sabo had been shot down, Akainu's searing fist piercing through Ace's chest, fire and magma dripping from his wound like blood. Any time Sabo uses his fruit, Luffy flinches before he can catch himself. Guilt gnaws at his chest. Zoro knocks their shoulders together when he sees, or Sanji slides him a snack, or Robin squeezes his hand, or someone else will notice and try to help, and he loves them for it but he hates that he needs it at all. This is his brother and that fire is all that they have left of Ace, so Luffy can't help but be ashamed for the slightest fear of it.

[batsplat]

breaking a blog policy of non-engagement with active discourse unless explicitly asked about it,, below the cut,, I intend this to be a one-off thing, look away

seen some snarking about this article on the race dot com about where marc fits into the current title fight, and specifically this paragraph:

because ofc it's some kind of grievous sin to equate the current two title contenders with the two title contenders in 2015, one of whomst was well past his prime and the other who in many ways had a deeply untidy season. the argument might be that the current spec ducati has a bike advantage over marc, which. you'll never guess how the 2015 yamaha measured up against the 2015 honda. and yeah, it sure is embarrassing how the current title contenders chuck away bucket loads of points through sheer stupidity. after all, when racing in the wet in misano, it's unforgivable to pit at the wrong time and emerge with only one point - why not simply crash and emerge from that weekend with zero points instead? imagine finishing second behind marc in those conditions, when you could instead swap bikes far too late and finish a lowly fifth

it's worth putting that paragraph in context of what the piece was actually saying:

all of this is categorically true. it doesn't mean marc might not still win this year's championship if both jorge and pecco make enough mistakes, but quite obviously those two are closer to the 2015 title contenders than 2017. in the former, marc could not bank on a consistent pace advantage, in the latter he could; this feels like quite a straightforward point to be making. dovi's phillip island stinker did kill his championship momentum - and given the sheer consistency of performances jorge and pecco have put in when it comes to their pace, it would be very surprising to see an equivalent from those two. don't even get me started on whatever the fuck maverick vinales was doing that year after like,, the first five races, which lack of a dominant bike is quite frankly not enough to excuse. the rest of the article assesses marc's chances entirely fairly, essentially expanding on the argument that you just wouldn't expect that kind of consistent performance edge that he would need to overturn the points deficit. (I personally think marc is a little more likely to be a title threat than the author of the article does, though I also don't fundamentally disagree with anything specific being said; mainly I just feel vibes-wise that sprint races have made title fights insanely volatile.) he could still win - but in terms of how he compares to the opposition, there is no argument whatsoever to be made that this is not closer to 2015 than 2017. even if you believe this is only due to bike difference, in which case I think you are possibly giving 2017 dovi and vinales a little too much credit, the points raised in the article still stand up to scrutiny

it is perhaps inevitable that people will deify the greats of the past - even more so if they dislike the top riders of the present and feel that they are undeserving of their current success. it does, however, seem to come along with a skewed understanding of the actual greats in question, of where they were strong and where they faltered. valentino and lorenzo had two title fights, both of which were error-strewn affairs and hardly their best seasons. sprints have helped further distort perceptions of how error-prone these current riders really are, because at the end of the day neither martin nor pecco are on course for a radically different error rate than the title contenders in 2009. lorenzo lost his head in jerez when he was the pre-race favourite and ended up crashing trying to overcompensate for his surprisingly poor pace, valentino had an absolute howler at le mans that makes misano this year from martin look like a paragon of good decision-making and composure under pressure, jorge practically handed the championship to valentino with back-to-back dnf's at donington and brno, valentino incidentally also crashed at donington and got extremely lucky to have a bike that was still rideable to fifth, then proceeded to just chuck it for absolutely no reason at indy with a mistake that was so obviously stupid and needless he showed up to misano with a donkey helmet. valentino followed up misano with a poor fourth in estoril because he got lost with the set-up that weekend - and buddy, if you think the gp24 bike advantage is bad, let me tell you a story about how yamaha/ducati/honda were doing back in the day compared to the field. fourth might as well have been last. (I don't love single manufacturer domination either, but let's not pretend like the gaps between bikes aren't way, way, way smaller than they were in '09.) then jorge, with momentum and opportunity on his side, gets so spooked by valentino's pace in practise he bins it on the very first lap of phillip island, essentially ending the championship fight then and there. neither of them deliver a particularly dignified performance in sepang. during this title fight, there were three instances of crashing out of the lead and one from a very close second. jorge martin and pecco bagnaia eat your hearts out

and 2015? the season that was actually being referenced in the championship? valentino was only in that championship fight due to his relentless consistency, a handful of starring performances and an ability to not completely fuck it when a few rain drops started falling. his pace was flat-out not good enough to be a title contender - if anything, on raw pace he was more competitive for a big chunk of 2016 than he had been the year before. he was qualifying abysmally in an era where the gaps between bikes were considerably larger, reflecting a far poorer performance than equivalent grid positions would nowadays, and certainly would have nothing to counter the consistency in qualifying the two title contenders this year have demonstrated. jorge had to work hard to come as close to losing that championship as he did, going through a bizarre and borderline embarrassing set of helmet visor issues early on in the season that he should never have allowed to happen. he was peak metronome that year, able to dominate and win from the front but otherwise rife with limitations, repeatedly performing poorly when he was put ever so slightly off-balance. in many ways, he got very lucky to not be penalised more for his horrendous silverstone performance. he was also helped by the gap between the factory yamahas and hondas to the field being so large, because otherwise some of his inconsistency would have cost him a hell of a lot more. both of their seasons had laughably obvious flaws that just about managed to offset each other's enough to make a title decider possible - but if you ever so slightly change the formula, if the qualifying format had still been different or the bike disparities larger or smaller or any of that, it would have probably tipped it quite strongly one way or the other. a battle of the titans it was not

none of this is to say that valentino or jorge are shit riders, or that marc is a fraud for letting himself be so thoroughly beaten by them in 2015 on what was ultimately still a competitive bike. at a certain point, however, you are comparing the current athletes with versions of the past greats who quite frankly did not exist 90% of the time. if you are sufficiently motivated, you can come up with pretty decent slander for anyone. it is also presenting an idealised version of the sport in the past that, again, did not exist. while the gp24's advantage over the field is substantial, if we are talking in terms of raw lap times, it is substantially less so than the gap the top few factory teams had in the past. the aliens did not dominate from 2007 to 2015 to the extent that they did because they were just so brilliant - they were performing at a high level, yes, but also nobody else really stood a chance. as hard as it may be to accept, when you have riders who so consistently have a pace advantage as pecco and martin do, including over the fellow riders on the same machinery, it is possible they may simply be doing an actual good job. and the more pecco adds to his resume, the more difficult it will become to not consider him in the same tier of rider as at least some of the aliens. yes, I am talking about lorenzo here - a man who incidentally did not convincingly pass the 'only good with one manufacturer' test that's already being dangled in front of pecco. if we really want to go into the weeds, it's worth pointing out that pecco's luck has also not been particularly fantastic this year, from mechanical gremlins at the le mans sprint to being wiped out by binder at the jerez sprint to the qualifying position at aragon working against him and losing out quite severely in what are at worst 60:40 racing incidents twice this season - sometimes, you do get punished a lot for relatively minor missteps. so yeah, if you want to compare the current trio of title contenders with anyone, then 2015 feels as good a place as any. sometimes the greats of the past did suck, idk what to tell you. they would be a hell of a lot more boring if they hadn't

[skyward-floored]

If you're still taking prompts, how about rescue?

(continued from the Hyrule prompt)

"Hyrule, Rulie you in here?" Wild whispered frantically, poking his head into yet another darkened hallway. Nothing but dust and grime met him, and Wild hissed under his breath, before turning to check another door.

He'd heard a cut-off scream from Hyrule and run to investigate, but he'd found no sign of the traveler except for a small puddle of blood, and a few footsteps he'd managed to follow to this wreck of a building, and his heart only beat faster at the lack of progress he was making towards a rescue.

Hyrule... buddy where are you?

[raptureshots]

Preach all you want, but who's gonna save me?

[whentherewerebicycles]

three small joys/victories from yesterday:

I made my first Big Parenting Decision on my own despite pressure/guilt from my (beloved but at times overbearing) family. I feel secure in my choice and I spent a lot of time thinking about the underlying reasons for it, which was a good values-defining exercise. and you know I love a values-defining exercise.

I don’t know many lullabies but I discovered that he really likes it when I sing “but daddy I love him” to him slowly and with dramatic facial expressions. you can tell this kid was subjected to a lot of tswift in utero lol

pip is being almost unbearably sweet and gentle with baby 😭 he’s my velcro dog and loves to sit in my lap so I was worried he’d get territorial about me holding the baby all the time. but he’s just seamlessly adapted and now he curls up next to me or by my legs when my lap is occupied. he’s also been a lot calmer in general, which might pass once the initial shock of A New Arrival wears off but is helpful right now as we settle into routines.

[smilesrobotlover]

For the word prompt: kotg and daughter:)

“I think it would be so much fun to have a daughter,” Mipha muttered, her eyes staring at the starry sky, a gentle smile on her lips. “I’m so ready to be a mother, Link.”

Link laughed slightly and grabbed her hand, staring at her beautiful face. “Just say the word, and I’ll get it done for you.”

Mipha gasped and let out a hearty laugh, her hand covering her face as she got giddy. “Oh you! Perhaps after we’re married, yes?”

[suzukiblu]

Carl and Lor! Carl and Lor for WIP Wednesday!

"She just–isn't quite educated to Waterton standards yet, Omega Lane," Travers says, visibly trying not to grimace. Considering what Bruce has seen of "Waterton standards" so far, he's really not seeing a problem there. But Lor is Clark and Lois's pup, not his, so it's not his opinion that matters anyway.

"Oh, I'm sure your agency wouldn't have sent out anybody who wasn't up to standard," Clark says cheerfully, merciless bastard that he is. That's his packmate, Bruce thinks with no small amount of relish.

Clark smiles pleasantly, all cornfed charm. Travers looks nauseous.

"No, uh, of course not, Omega Lane," she manages. "Er–if Carly is an acceptable candidate for your purposes, we can put her up in a local motel for the time being and schedule regular visitations for feeding the pup at your convenience. And she can pump so you can bottle-feed at night, of course, or we can arrange night appointments and she can pump for daytime feedings, whichever you prefer."

"A motel?" Clark repeats, pleasant smile immediately vaporizing into obvious incredulousness. Bruce is equally incredulous. He knows the Waterton Agency isn't Gotham-based, but for something as potentially long-term as nursing a two year-old, the least they should do is put Carl up in an apartment somewhere. The commute to Bristol is already going to be bad enough; they sure as hell don't have any local motels in this neighborhood.

"W-well, Carly just isn't very . . . sociable, ma'am, I don't know that you'd be comfortable putting her up in your den," Travers stammers, looking awkward. Bruce considers developing a migraine. Admittedly, keeping a civilian who's not in the know in the manor is a terrible idea, but a motel is a worse one.

"Wayne Manor is well-outfitted with very suitable servants' quarters, Beta Travers," Alfred informs Travers with supreme dryness, raising an eyebrow at her, and Bruce–pauses. That's . . . a good point, actually. Carl could easily be kept away from anything that he shouldn't see, staying in the servants' quarters, and it's not like anyone but Alfred's used them in literal decades. There's plenty of available space to move in a slightly antisocial wet nurse of unclear gender and still make sure no one accidentally blows their cover. It'll be more of an issue if Clark and Lois decide to go back to Metropolis anytime soon, but . . .

"Oh, Alfred's right, God knows we've got the space in them," Bruce agrees smoothly, putting on a pleasant smile of his own and linking his hands behind his back. Also, it'd limit chances for imposters to take Carl's place and sneak into the manor, so that can't hurt either. "Much more convenient if Carl's willing to move in here for a bit, don't you think?"

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Seven Fic(s) Sunday

@mellaithwen had a moment of sheer insanity and decided that instead of doing seven sentences from one fic she'd do a sentence (or two) from seven different fics!?

(Amy, blink twice if this is a hostage situation.)

But I'm also unhinged so I thought hey why not, surely I have seven WIPs lying around. And sure enough I do! So here we are:

1) F&F AU:

“How’d you get up here so quickly?” an officer asks him when taking Buck’s statement. “How’d it take you so long to get here?” Buck fires back.

2) The Xedgin Fic That's Giving Me Fits:

“You probably won’t be able to save him,” Holga points out. “You’ll just be killing yourself, too.”

3) The Gang Plays D&D

When Chim shows up with a whole notebook of backstory relevant to the actual world Bobby’s constructed, they all get the very disconcerting sight of Bobby trying not to cry with joy. Athena mutters he hadn’t even looked so happy at their wedding.

4) Platonic Sugar Baby AU:

“Let me get this straight,” Maddie says. “This guy doesn’t treat you like a piece of meat and you’re… unhappy about it?”

5) Star Trek AU:

“Your girlfriend took a job on an archeological dig halfway across the known galaxy,” Hen points out. “Women flee you?” Ensign Panikkar looks both dismayed and weirdly impressed, which is depressing. “Routinely?”

6) Jingle Bells I'm in Hell and Nobody Cares (AKA the Mystery Pairing Fic You All Will Be Subjected To):

Here’s the thing, because—as previously stated—Jamie Winter is not jealous, or envious, or concerned, or anything else in regards to DI Ben Jones. It’s just that while he knows Barnaby might’ve forgotten, Sarah Barnaby is the reigning Midsomer Quiz Night Champion and one hundred percent did not forget, which means this can only be one thing: This is an ambush.

7) It's Only Six Months Until Halloween:

“What do you mean?” Buck asks, picking up the crumpled receipt and handing it back to Eddie. Eddie stares at Buck. In fact, everyone’s kinda staring at Buck.

And yes, Chim is the only one of the D&D group who shows up prepared with a plot-relevant character backstory. Which, as any DM will tell you, is plenty of good reason to burst into tears. XD

[arecaceae175]

Fishing tourney

Twilight

Found family

:)

"Fishing tourney time! The rules are simple. Y'all can keep one fish in the bucket at a time. Biggest fish in the bucket when the sun goes down wins," Twilight explained.

Wild raised their hand.

"No, you can't use bombs. Fishing poles only."

Wild lowered their hand.

Legend raised his hand.

"No magic. Just regular ol' fishing poles."

Legend lowered his hand.

Time raised xyr hand.

"No items or masks! Just fishing poles."

Time lowered xyr hand.

Twilight groaned and dragged a hand over his face. They sighed and went to the edge of the dirt in a prime fishing location. They held up their very normal, not enchanted, wooden fishing rod with very normal, not at all magic, bait on the hook.

"You stand here. You use a regular fishing rod. You catch a fish through normal, non-magical methods with said fishing rod. Nothing else. Are we clear?"

Wind raised a hand.

"No magical bait!"

"It's not magic! It's just... enhanced."

Twilight's groan was loud enough to send the birds fleeing from the trees.

[wikiangela]

seven-ish sentence sunday

tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @jamespearce9-1-1 @daffi-990 💖

hi! i finally found some time to write today but im still not fully back to posting tbh bc i'm still so exhausted lol i just missed writing too much in those three days i wasn't writing, and figured why not share haha

prev snippet (whyy doesn't it show up in the tag, i had to go to archive to look for it smh)

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“Why are you still wearing pants?” Eddie complains, hands fumbling with Buck’s belt buckle, but with much less finesse than Buck, way too hurried, getting another laugh out of Buck, and aside from the insane arousal and desire, Eddie is washed over by a wave of fondness. Eddie could spend the rest of his life just listening to his laughter. And he’s going to. Because they’re married. He married his best friend, and now he gets him forever. His heart is so full of love and happiness, he doesn’t know what else to do than to just kiss Buck again, deeply and passionately, hands abandoning Buck’s belt – thankfully Buck takes over and rids himself of his pants quickly enough, then helping Eddie fully out of his own, all while not breaking the kiss once. 

“Better?” Buck asks, pulling away to raise his eyebrow at him. Eddie just nods eagerly, eyes raking all over Buck’s chest. He licks his lips, turning them both around, so now Buck’s back is towards the bed, and takes another few steps forward, until the backs of Buck’s knees hit the bed. Then he pushes Buck onto it gently, and he goes easily, looking up at Eddie with a loving smile and a hungry look in his eyes. 

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