#this is the fourth list and i've done them all in one night

[saszor]

Hey! You're tutorial on drawing burn scars was really helpful. I've been trying to draw burns for a while and I could just never find a tutorial for drawing them, especially not one that showcased burns on multiple skin colors.

I have a question though, and I'm not entirely sure if you'll be able to answer it or point me at a good resource, but I figured I'd ask anyways.

In the guide you have some different types of burn scars listed (hypertrophic, keloid, and contracture). Do you know what causes each type to scar differently? Is it the severity of the burn? Or something else.

Again, thank you so much for the work you've done. No pressure to answer if you can't, that's totally fine. Have a good day/night!

Hi! Fair question!

As for the severity: 1st degree burns very rarely leave anything behind after they heal and if they do it's usually mild skin discoloration. 2nd degree sometimes leaves some scarring but it usually fades away after some time since it's partial thickness, but deeper 2nd degree burns can cause permanent scarring that'll generally be less severe than those caused by higher degrees and mostly be hypertrophic. Third degree basically always leaves scars of all kinds. There might be tissue loss, so parts like ears or nose can be gone. Fourth degree is defined as going all the way to the bone, so the place with the burn will often be amputated because well it's just bone left. In this way it doesn't really leave scars I guess? But the area that's left will usually have severe scarring of basically any type.

For location: Hypertrophic scars happen wherever but are more common in places where skin is tight rather than loose. Pressure garments are used to prevent the hypertrophy so if for example your character wore compression sleeves as prescribed on their arms but nothing on their chest, the scars would probably be much more visible (more thick, discolored, and probably more painful as well) on their chest.

Keloids tend to form on the shoulders, cheeks, chest, and most commonly ears, but there is not much room to get a keloid there when it comes to burns - often if there is enough damage for them to scar, there will be tissue loss first. Keloids also happen more often in people with darker skin because their formation has something to do with melanocytes. Some people are also just more susceptible to getting keloids and if you have one you have a higher chance of getting another. Because of this keloids are rarely removed because they tend to just come back.

Contracture scars tend to happen where regular contractions do - where things move around a lot. So joints, facial and neck muscles, and especially digits. Contractures get less visible with physical therapy, wearing things like splints, or surgeries (like z-plasty or just skin grafts/flaps) that loosen them up and/or allow for more range of movement.

Ofc this is more of a rough guideline than anything else, every scar can potentially form anywhere and from anything (I'm just mentioning what's the Most Typical) and it depends on what resources someone has available to them. I have scars on my torso that according to this theory would have a high chance of being keloids (none of them are) and two on my hand that shouldn't have turned into scars at all (but they did) and they're hypertrophic for some reason. So I'd keep it in mind but don't stress about it 👍

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have the fourth part of our rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis and Harry are friends who become lovers. If you'd like to check out the previous rec lists, you can find part one here, part two here, and part three here. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word.

Happy reading!

1) Truth Or Drink | Explicit | 5,548 words

Harry isn’t nervous. Of course he isn’t. He has done much more intimidating things than this. He has had sex with at least 100 men, and a few women along the way, while being filmed and watched by another 20 pairs of eyes. But for some reason the thought of doing this sounds a hundred times worse. He can feel his insides churning and sweat is starting to form on his palms. Sure, sex is Harry’s job and it has been for as long as he can remember. He doesn’t mind having a crowd of people watching him anymore, and everything is always quite professional. At the beginning things might have been a bit challenging but now it’s almost second nature. This, though, is more distressing than anything he has ever done before.

2) Incalescent | Explicit | 5,649 words

The onset of heat is something Louis still hasn’t learned to recognize.

3) You Step Where Words Are Written, Delicate Under Your Feet | Mature | 6,495 words

Prompt 513: A fic where Louis gives Harry a footjob over his pants while they're watching TV and Harry finds out he has a thing for Louis' feet.

4) Kiss It Better | Mature | 8,080 words

Harry shakes his head with a light laugh and leans down to kiss him again which Louis happily accepts even if he is a little confused by the reaction. "Baby, not a night has gone by that I haven't thought about you in my bed, naked, and begging for my cock." Blinking up at him with wide eyes, Louis opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out. While they did flirt a lot over the last few weeks, Harry had never said anything like that. It shocks him as much as it turns him on. "News to me." "I won't lie and say I like random hookups or casual sex, but to me this isn't what that is." Louis swallows thickly, unsure of what to say to that but once again Harry gives him an out. "So, If you want we can stay up here and I can show you all the things I've thought about doing to you." Another kiss, quick and sweet. "Or, we can go back downstairs and we'll dance all night."

5) To Love Without Reason | Explicit | 8,854 words

“Come on in, soldier,” Louis pats Harry’s chest and walks away, leaving Harry to follow behind. Harry stands in the living room, looking around at Louis’ dwelling. Family pictures placed high on a shelf, certificates of Louis’ practice, and other trinkets that make Harry entirely too nostalgic. “I have to warn you,” Louis says as he puts the kettle on, the water droplets from his hair trickling down the golden skin of his back. “The door jams if you lock it so you'll have to leave it ajar.” Harry acknowledges with a soft hum, too entranced by Louis’ glistening skin to form a coherent reply.

6) I Would Wait Forever (And Ever) | Not Rated | 10,018 words

Louis is brave but has the worst timing in the world, Harry doesn't want to lose his best friend and they just don't communicate enough.

7) If I Saw You Every Day Forever | Mature | 10,685 words

There really should be a statute on the number of dates one can go to because how much longer does Louis have to suffer through this? A modern AU in which Louis might have accidentally signed up for something he probably shouldn't.

8) Wait Until You're Sure | Explicit | 13,042 words

Prompt 465: Louis and Harry are best friends who made a pact. If neither of them has found love by the time they’re 30, then they’ll get married. It was all laughter and fun until Harry realizes they’re celebrating his 30th birthday and in a few months, Louis is gonna be 30 too. So, he struggles to find someone for Louis to avoid being together, but Louis just keeps rejecting all men Harry introduces to him (because he has feeling for him, of course), which really upsets Harry. They argue about that and Louis says something like “wow, it’s that bad to be with me?,” accepting that Harry simply doesn’t feel the same. Louis moves for a couple of months with another friend and Harry has all this time to understand his feelings, realizing that he loves Louis too and wants to be with him. But when he goes to tell him, Louis is already seeing someone else. So what’s Harry gonna do to get Louis back?

9) Candle Wax & Polaroids On The Hardwood Floor | Explicit | 13,082 words

Prompt 463: Clumsy modern witch Louis AU where he accidentally gives his roommate Harry a love potion and he has a crisis because he thinks he will get in trouble with the law for technically poisoning someone and Harry’s heart eyes aren’t helping.

10) Blackberries And Cherries | Explicit | 13,894 words

Louis is a witch and Harry is his human friend. When Harry needs help focusing on his schoolwork, the obvious solution is to ask Louis for a potion. You could say things don’t go quite right.

11) Bend The Rules | Explicit | 16,823 words

Prompt 588: Lous hires a ‘ghost cooking’ service because his family is worried he’s not eating well and he wants to impress them by showing them what an amazing cook he’s become. The service includes sending a discreet cook to your house and have them get everything ready so that you only serve and take the credit. Problem is, his sisters (can be OCs if that’s more comfortable) get to his flat earlier than planned and the actual cook has to hide in the master bathroom for hours. Louis is mortified. The cook is amused and helps him to clean and well. Gives him a thorough service. Feel free to pick your fave as the cook.

12) Swap Me For Your Shadow | Explicit | 16,829 words

If Louis thought being in love with his best friend was a knife that continually twisted into his heart before, it was nothing compared to when Harry started to go around talking about having fallen for someone else. A 5+1 fic; 5 times Louis has to listen to Harry’s vague confessions of love for his ‘omega friend’ and the 1 time Louis snaps and confesses his love for Harry.

13) Sometimes A Fantasy | Explicit | 18,654 words

There’s nothing to complain about when Harry’s walking around their flat with his cock swinging about, nothing to complain about when Harry’s pressing himself up against Louis’ naked backside when he’s reaching for a mug in their cupboards, and nothing to complain about when Harry’s got his hand firm on Louis’ arse when they’re cuddling on the couch. So, in reality, it’s really fucking weird, and Louis knows that. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it.

14) Lonely Shadow Dancers | Explicit |20,838 words

“Mm,” Harry’s arms circle him, and their fumbling somehow turns into a cuddle session, “still can’t believe we’re here together.” Growing up with someone, one tends to become used to another. Used to the mannerisms and personality of them. Used to the changes and the things that stay the same. Harry hit puberty and sprung up into this cheeky curly flirt of an alpha and Louis still hasn’t found the time to get used to it. His stomach flutters and he bites back a stupid smile and wonders if he ever will.

15) The Mess We Created | Explicit | 21,099 words

An innocent one night stand changed into something more than that.

16) Not Safe For Work | Explicit | 23,295 words

I want to drown myself in Harry’s scent until I smell like him. “I think I'm open to trying that too. Sounds very good.” Louis shakes his head a little to get out of the Harry’s-scent-spiral. “Huh?” “The dish your finger's pointing at. I thought that might be what you’re choosing?” “Oh. Yeah.”

17) Sweet Like Honey | Explicit | 33,117 words

Weeks of flat shopping with their limited budget with Louis as a librarian aid and Harry as a barista and arguments about whether a balcony or extended bathroom suite were more important (Harry wanted to be able to feel the crisp night’s air and watch the sun set and Louis just wanted to take long bubble baths) led to them stumbling across the perfect fit. A small flat only ten minutes from campus with a cramped but lovely balcony and an included bath.  It’s affordable too… well, sort of. But they always manage. Louis picks up more shifts as an aid, adapting a habit of bringing his Psych textbooks and homework with him to finish in between duties, and later his script so he can quietly practice lines with little distraction. Harry also increases his number of shifts at the cafe and valiantly endures the nasty customers who for some reason flock to their establishment like moths to a flame.  For a while, it’s enough.

18) Once Burnt, Twice Shy | Explicit | 52,644 words

Louis and Harry are polar opposites in every way. Where Louis is a bestselling author from the city, Harry is a small-town firefighter who's never left his home. Where Louis is spontaneous and spirited, Harry is introverted and calm, never straying from routine. When an ill-fated accident and an exceptionally intelligent tabby bring them together, they are forced to confront their pasts and forge a better beginning for themselves. Will sparks fly, or will it all go up in flames?

19) Gallery Of Us | Explicit | 55,778 words

Harry knew what he was doing in life, everything laid out in black-and-white, each day pleasantly predictable. Cue lively art student, Louis, trying to find his place. An almost insufferably happy person who sometimes forgets to hide the way they feel meets the person who is diligent enough to notice and determined to make a difference.

20) If You’re Out There (I’ll Find You Somehow) | Explicit | 55,916 words

Harry looks so intensely into Louis’ eyes it’s as though he’s reaching in and touching his very soul. “I never thought… I never… I’ve been searching for so long, Louis, but I never gave up. I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop trying,” Harry says, bottom lip trembling as he strokes the backs of Louis’ knuckles. “I just knew that if you were out there, I’d find you somehow.”

21) It’s Golden, Like Daylight | Explicit | 61,496 words

"I actually think you might be onto something.” Harry’s eyes widened. “You mean…” Louis nodded. “As crazy and insane as this, this might just solve both of our problems.” “Are you saying you’re in?” Harry asked. “I’m in.”

22) Derail The Mind Of Me | Explicit | 77,323 words

Beside the photograph of a gaunt, pale face spattered with blood and lips torn into a Glasgow smile was a bloodied object, crumpled and stained almost to the point of unrecognition. Another photo showed the object shoved into the woman’s mouth. While Harry leaned forward to get a closer look, Louis scrunched up his nose and purposefully kept his gaze locked on his computer screen, refusing to so much as glance at the gruesome images the rest of the team examined. “What is that?” Zayn frowned. “Is that a tarot card?”

23) Ghost Note Symphony | Explicit | 96,426 words

Louis is on tour when he first hears about it. It’s all over the news – Harry Styles Attacked By Fan runs in headlines for days. It’s not even just the gossip rags, either. Actual journalists are covering the story. It would have been impossible to avoid hearing about it. Technically, Oli is the one who tells Louis about it, but it’s not exactly being covered up. Harry doesn’t answer Louis’ text asking if he’s alright, but that’s not really surprising. They haven’t spoken for months, and it’s been a lot longer than that since they’ve had a real conversation. The sting of the text going unanswered is still there, less painful than it might have been a few years ago. It’s not that it’s easy to forget about, exactly. Louis has a whole life outside of One Direction now, though. So Louis goes on with his life, figuring that if Harry was seriously hurt he would have heard about it by now. He might currently be in the same country as Harry, but being on opposite sides of it puts enough distance between them that putting it in the back of his mind is easy. There’s nothing Louis could do, even if he thought Harry might want him to. That’s why everything that happens next comes as a complete shock to him.

24) Our Endless Numbered Days | Explicit | 120,815 words

“Harry?” whispered Louis, his mouth dry, his nose pressing against the other’s warm skin. “Mh?” Harry’s humming was gentle, his fingers lightly caressing the younger boy’s arm, his chest steadily rising and falling beneath Louis’ cheek. A couple of seconds passed, and Louis looked up at him in the darkness of the cave, barely able to make out the expression on his face. When he tried to inhale deeply, his breath hitched. He struggled to find the words to tell Harry what he was thinking about. Another couple of seconds passed, and Louis listened to the reassuring beating of the prince’s heart beneath his cheek. He couldn’t. “Nothing,” he whispered, his voice weak. I think you’re half of my soul.

25) Love Will Tear Us Apart | Mature | 204,151 words

It was only meant to be a one night thing, but when the country goes into lockdown, Louis Tomlinson finds himself stuck in windsor castle, in company of his royal fucking highness, Harry, the prince of England.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

[ardentcastle]

Fic List

Hello. I write Polin fanfic. Here's links to some stuff.

WIP(s)

Returning To You:

It's a regular Friday for Colin Bridgerton. When a knock at his door changes everything. ‘My name is Agatha Featherington. I have reason to believe you are my father.’

Complete - Multi Chapter

please, burn my world down

Colin chuckled. ‘Please. I could have you screaming my name in minutes.’ ‘Prove it then.’ Nope. She hadn’t meant to say that part out loud. Not at all. — — Penelope and Colin used to be friends. Now they can barely exist in the same room without starting an argument. What was supposed to be a relaxing girls trip at Aubrey Hall quickly turned into something else for Penelope.

Waking Up In Vegas

'Eloise, tell me. Please,' she begged. She needed to know, what could possibly have her friend so worried about her, and Colin looking like he was about to pass out. What happened? Eloise sighed. 'You really don't remember marrying Colin last night?' 'Excuse me, what?' ———— The fic where they get drunk and marry in Vegas.

Between Us

The first time was an accident, it just… happened. The second time was testing the waters, was the first a fluke or not? Neither of them have a real excuse for the third, and the fourth, well, by the fourth time they’d finally started to sort their shit out. OR Three times Colin and Penelope got drunk and had sex and a fourth where they were completely sober.

Breakable Heaven

It was messed up. She knew it was. But from the day it had started she hadn't been strong enough to put an end to it. She was never going to have Colin Bridgerton. Not really. He was too… and so… and she was… Just Penelope. Dorky friend of the younger sister. So if she couldn’t have him in the way she wanted, she would take any piece she could get.

--- Colin and Penelope have fallen into a messy and complicated friends with benefits situation, that only gets even moreso when Penelope has another man showing interest and she and Colin are thrown into forced proximity.

One Shots

Ruining Lady Whistledown

‘I do not understand, how it is I can be furious with you. So angry at what you have done, and yet, desire you as much as I do,’ he said. ‘I shouldn’t. I wish I could turn away from you. Forget what it was like to taste you, to feel you, to have you. I cannot.’ Season 3, Episode 8 - Colin didn’t leave the bedroom after going in to get the blanket. //Pt 2 - Penelope writes a Whistledown column for Colin's eyes only

Go Through The Motions

I could coach you.' 'What?' her head snapped up to his, her eyes wide with surprise. 'I could… I mean, I could show you a few different ways so that you don't feel so out of your depth,' 'You want to show me different sex positions?' her voice was disbelieving. 'Yes,' Polin Week Day 2 Prompt: Lessons - Colin offers to help out his friend when she’s nervous for an upcoming date.

wasn't for you

Penelope: Oh my god it's been so long since I've been laid. I just want to get totally dicked, you know? Completely meaningless sex where I'm absolutely pounded until I forget my own name. Colin: ??? Penelope: Oh my god. Colin: You want to forget your name? Penelope: that text wasn't for you Penelope accidentally sends a text message, meant for the girls chat to Colin instead and things get… interesting for them.

Twelve Years of Christmas

If there’s one thing Penelope and Colin will do, no matter where they are, who they’re with, or what has happened between them, it is message each other on Christmas Day. Text messages from twelve Christmas days over the years as they grow up.

The Road Not Taken (looks real good now)

It’s that time of year. When the tether she has to this small town pulls her back. It doesn’t matter where she is on this planet. She ends up back here. For five days she will imagine what her life might have been like if she never left. Based loosely on Taylor Swift’s ‘tis the damn season

Of Snowball Fights and Discovering Delights

Penelope is spending Christmas at Aubrey Hall this year. An annual Bridgerton snowball fight accidentally leads to a lot more than she ever hoped. --------- 'I've never kissed anyone. I might be bad at it.' 'I think that would be impossible.'

The Holiday Party

Quickly Penelope pressed play on the music video and it started, and with the more she watched, the more the heat in her rose and rose. He was singing about her. Normally she wouldn’t be so presumptuous. She wouldn’t assume. But right now, as the video played out how they met, there was no doubt at all. Colin Bridgerton wrote a song about her. Colin Bridgerton is a superstar. Penelope works a standard 9 to 5 and lives a quiet life. When Colin is performing at her work Christmas party, she captures his eye. And there is no turning back for either of them from there. No matter how hard Penelope tries to resist, and convince herself it couldn't possibly be happening.

Under Me

'Hey, you tried to call me?' he said. 'I tried to…' she trailed off. Oh fuck. In a sudden flash what she'd done came back to her. She had completely forgotten, most of the night was a drunken haze. The voicemail she'd left. The things she'd said. _______ In which Pen leaves Colin a revealing voicemail and can't take it back

Look At Your Face

Colin starts loosing his mind, when on the Bridgerton's annual summer holiday Penelope is comfortable talking to everyone, except him. Any time he tries she suddenly needs to be somewhere else (she's had a laugh with Anthony of all people! But won't so much as look Colin's way) and he's going insane trying to work out why she's ignoring him. There's a game of never have I ever that reveals a lot, and eventually Colin finds the nerve to confront her about her silence towards him. Loosely inspired by Taylor Swift's Gorgeous and in particular 'I can't say anything to your face, cause look at your face'.

Inescapable

The ton is at Aubrey Hall for a Bridgerton Ball. Colin finds Penelope in his room -- 'Pen? Why are you in my room?' He asked. She appeared to be frozen to the spot. Her mouth slightly open, and a flush that started on her cheeks spread down towards her chest. Colin brought his eyes back up to hers the moment he realised he was a bit too transfixed on what her hands couldn't hide from him. 'I was told I would be retiring here.' She finally said, her voice was soft, shaky. 'You must be mistaken.' Colin said.

[sketchystalker]

Okay. This is going to be the semester that kills me

First up, my literary criticism class has an essay due every. single. class. And hey it's a class that starts at 1:30, so plenty of time to do it in the morning, right? Nope! Due at midnight the night before. So I have to fully understand these complex texts talking about things that already go over my head enough to write a paper about it and somehow get it done way before the normal time I'd get it done at (because I am a big homework after midnight do-er). I have like zero time this weekend (because hey, it's my birthday and it's the first week of classes so you'd think I'd be able to have some time off) and my professor decided to add on a 25-30 minute video lecture to the assigned Plato reading (due with an essay Monday at midnight) that she already advised us to start two days ago, and another textbook reading on top of it.

Second, the class I had to beg to get into because my other class dropped last-minute apparently is 8 weeks, and is designed just like an online class, except I have a mandatory in-person lecture twice a week at 8:30 AM. I literally could have just taken the online class and saved time probably. It'll be nice I guess when it's term two and I don't have 17 credits going but it's going to be so much to balance initially.

Third, my grantwriting practicum. It's only three credits, but I'm spending 6 hours in the lab every week working on it because they want us to do all of our work in the lab. But I am such a slow writer that I know I'm going to have to do work outside of that time too. And the issue is that I don't get to use that time to prioritize something that may be more important at the moment, I'm stuck writing grants on all three of my most busiest days (which are right next to each other, giving me little time to do any homework for the classes that meet Tuesday/Thursday. And guess when my lit crit class meets? My Tuesday/Thursdays are literally 8:30 AM-5 PM with only an hour off for lunch. And then I have homework right after).

Fourth, I decided to take a piano class because "oh it'll be fun" and "who knows if you'll have space to take it senior year. Just do it now while you can" and yeah it should be fun, but I'm supposed to practice 30 minutes every day? There's no way. It'd be doable if I had a piano where I lived but I don't so there's no way.

And then my other two classes would be fine and doable if I literally just didn't have lit crit. But they're both English as well, and one is a 3 hour night class meeting on Wednesdays (once again giving me no time to do my Thursday homework), requiring about 150 pages read every week. And the other is variable speech/story/poem/etc. lengths but, knowing this professor, they'll have to be closely annotated. So no skimming for me if I'm short on time.

On top of that I have work, where I am now going to be one of two people among a sea of new hires (and that second person only started like three months ago and apparently makes people really uncomfortable). And I'm in charge of certifying all of them. And until that day happens, like months from now because the process actually takes forever, I and that other guy are the only ones who can give the hour-long tours. So that's 9 hours of my week right now (a majority happening during my Tuesday/Thursdays)

And I'm also the president of a club that I have no idea how to really run. There's so much shit I have to do up-top, like getting certified, making a whole budget that's extremely complicated and I don't know how to do, and start planning and holding meetings, all by a really soon date.

Plus I still have boxes I need to unpack and lists I need to research and send to my mom and apply for studying abroad before September 12th and my oven takes over an hour to pre-heat to 400 degrees which makes cooking anything impossible so I have nothing I can easily make and eat and I still need to confront a professor I've been avoiding and someone wants to interview me and I'm avoiding that email and I'm worried I'm not going to be making enough money this semester because I don't have that many hours and if I don't see my friends I get sad and lose all my motivation to do anything especially schoolwork and I have a stupid fucking 4.0 that I've maintained for this long I literally don't know how to lose it like how do you do an assignment and turn it in that isn't all of your effort ever and how do you know if you miss assignments that you aren't actually going to get a negative 500% grade in the class and I'm trying so hard to have a good semester I need a good semester after last semester I need to stay academically minded and excited to do it but I'm not going to get any exercise which naturally is going to make me sad because moving your body is good for you and feels good and i just don't have time and I said yes to a dnd campaign this semester?????? what the actual hell when i am going to have the time to do that and i want to start reading the illiad right now and i want to watch a movie every week and I think I am actually going to die

[pastafossa]

pasta i’m so excited that you love baldur’s gate 3 and mass effect!! who are your favorites in mass effect?

I do! I adore it, it's got all the qualities I loved in my favorite Bioware games but also feels frikkin HUGE, fortunately in a good way and not in a I SWEAR TO BABY REAPERS/DREAD WOLF IF I SEE THIS ROCK ONE MORE TIME sort of way. I haven't gotten to play as much as I usually would obviously - I'm still in Act 1, poking my nose in every single cave and hole I find - but I'm definitely loving it, and am thoroughly invested in all my little ducklings and their backstories!

Oh God though, Mass Effect. Mass Effect, my darling, the space, the aliens, the story, the crew, the Normandy I shed tears for, THE FUCKING SPACE SQUID VILLAINS. I love that series with my whole heart so far I have met Kaidan's VA and Jen Hale, I NEED MORE. I've done little cons for it, had the Paragon logo on my car for AGES. This (and Dragon Age) was My Fandom for a long, long time, which is one reason I like BG3 so much! It scratches the exact same itch.

If I had to choose from Mass Effect - like I generally love 95% of them if I'm honest buuuuuuut IT'S COMMANDER FEMSHEP SHE IS MY FAVORITE PROTAGONIST ON THE CITADEL oh wait this is about companions, my number one is definitely my Space Raptor Beloved, Garrus Vakarian. This fucking dork ('your waist is very... supportive' SIR) and his calibrations, this tortured dinosaur of an alien, his Batman renegade phase in ME2. I ADORE HIM. He's the reason I got back into fanfiction in *checks old AO3 account* 2015, when I wrote a Shakarian one-shot for a friend on a whim. It's still on AO3 too and I like to read it sometimes and REMEMBER THE FEELING OF LOVE FOR HIM.

Second: MY DARLING CHAOTIC TANK BABY, MY SPICY NOODLE EATING CHILD, MY FINGER QUOTES USING KROGAN BARREL OF INSANITY, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

Third: you know me and my girl Tali gotta have our emergency induction port nights

Finally, fourth and fifth are basically a tie between Captain Canada, He Of The Beautiful Hair And Voice, Kaidan (Raphael Sbarge is SO nice btw); and Thane, my precious rasping space alien assassin who was done DIRTY in ME3 i could rant on this ALL DAY

Anyway those are my top five! But like I said, I kinda love the whole team(s). Even when you hit the bottom of my list, probably Jacob or Liara, I still like them, so ME's a rare series where I just love all my little babies.

[thelioncourts]

Homily update anytime soon? Pretty pretty please? It's on nearly every "best fics" list I see from my mutuals and I miss it 😞

listen. l i s t e n. 😭😭😭😭😭 I'm trying, I really am. I wrote 1k of it last night, ch. 6 is about 7k right now and it's SO close to being done. like --

this is all I have left to write for ch. 6 and the second bullet point is literally just a handful of paragraphs, the third bullet point is just a reminder to me to make sure I put one thing in there about Armand, and the last bullet point is the last line of the chapter. so really only the first and fourth bullet points are writing of any length. I'm so close. I promise. I'm trying to get it done today. (and as for it being on "best fic" lists from mutuals, that's so sweet, borderline about to make me cry tbh I'm sorry I'm so slow, I promise I'm trying to be better)

genuinely part of why this is now taking so long is because I have some crazy work stuff going on, but even moreso it's because this chapter is not very loustat-y at all and I'm very much in a loustat mood atm and want to write them. I've been tempted to write this one oneshot I have going, but I'm trying to make myself get this done, especially because next chapter is where loustat really starts to gain traction in 'heathen clung...'

[tardis--dreams]

I really have to work on my thesis so here's a list of all the dramas I've watched this year and a summary of my most beloved blorbos

• 오징어 게임 - Squid Game: watched once in January. Loved it a lot but couldn't rewatch because it was too heavy for me at the time.

• 쓸쓸하고 찬란하神-도깨비 - Goblin/Guardian the Lonely and Great God: watched once in February/March, cried every episode, need to rewatch soon

• 괴물 - Beyond Evil: You may not have noticed but i have developed some sort of unhealthy obsession with it. Watched it 5 times in total within the span of eight months. 3 times in April, once in July/August once in November. Nothing will ever compare. It changed my brain chemistry. Got the script books despite probably only knowing like 15% of the vocabulary in there but can read them effortlessly because i know the entire show by heart.

• 무브 투 헤븐: 나는 유품정리사입니다 - Move to Heaven: watched it completely once in April. My nose got sore from crying too much. Sometimes i rewatch an episode just to feel something. Beautiful.

• 악마판사 - The Devil Judge: watched 4.5 times so far. 3 times in May/June, once in September/October and got halfway through my fourth rewatch in December (and will continue that eventually). I am obsessed. Absolutely, utterly Obsessed. Second drama i got the script books because i love it so much.

• 나의 해방일지 - My Liberation Notes: watched once in June and fell in love. Very high on my to rewatch list and if they release a script book I'd absolutely try to get that as well!

• 해피니스 - Happiness: Watched twice. First time within the span of 3 days in June/July. I had Corona and was isolating and dreamed about it every. goddamm. night. The whole "what do we do with the infected? Should we throw them out or kill them?" really seemed to resonate with me there lol. Rewatched in September and definitely will rewatch again.

• 내일 - Tomorrow: watched once in August. Idk why i expected something light hearted (i really don't know why) but i loved it very much despite the dark and heavy topics.

• 타인은 지옥이다 - Strangers From Hell: watched once. Was a wild ride.

• 배드 앤 크레이지 - Bad and Crazy: watched twice in August. I absolutely hadn't expected to love it so much. It touched my heart and I'll rewatch it regularly.

• 인간실격 - Lost: Watched once in September. Loved it a lot.

• 나의 아저씨 - My Mister: Watched once in October. No words. Will rewatch. People really weren't lying when they said it's a master piece.

• 악의 꽃 - Flower of Evil: Watched within the span of 3 days in December and am currently on my 1st rewatch. Easily gets to share first place of my favorite dramas with Beyond Evil and The Devil Judge. SO EMOTIONAL. (Also love how it shows how psychiatry and psych diagnoses are used to dehumanize and criminalize people and how it can shape a person's sense of self. Classic example of character assassination. But we don't talk about this on here.)

Now, to summarize my faves:

There's no hierarchy but if I had to say what's my favorite drama, the first place would go to Beyond Evil, which has the first first place, meaning it is untouchable, so it would be unfair to say it's my only number one. Therefore the ranking of my faves goes like this:

1.1 Beyond Evil.

1.2. The Devil Judge, Bad and Crazy, and Flower of Evil

My favorite special little guys are:

• Han Juwon: Very Blorbo. Pathetic wet dog of a man, annoying little bitch (affectionate), I wanted to slap him sometimes as much as I wanted to hug him. He's very dear to me)

• Kang Yohan: Poor little meow meow! Also pathetic wet dog of a man. Very much enjoyed going from hating him to loving him more than my life.

• Ryu Soo Yeol: Classic Blorbo. Also pathetic wet dog of a man (arguably the most pathetic). I love him very much.

• Do Hyun Soo: HAS NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG IN HIS LIFE EVER! He doesn't even give me pathetic wet dog of a man vibes witch is shocking since this is apparently my type! Nothing was more heartbreaking than seeing him sobbing and apologizing and breaking down after so many years of hiding his identity. Deserves the best dad award. I love him so much you don't even understand. (I guess the reason i trusted him from the beginning on was the fact they labeled him with a certain diagnose. You tell me that guy is evil because a psychiatrist said so? So he must be a good person! (Sorry my hatered for psychiatry and psychiatrists/therapists shines through a bit much when I talk about this show/character)).

This, unfortunately, shows very clearly that my type™️ is men with childhood trauma (: Dongsik is very dear to me as well, but since all the horrors started for him after 20 years of having a loving childhood and teenage years, I guess i got imprinted on Juwon instead.

Characters I wanna marry so badly:

• Yoon Saebom

• Yoo Jaeyi

• wouldn't say no to Do Hyun Soo tbh. Has proven to be the perfect husband-

If i stop writing this post I'll have to deal with my thesis so uhhh what can i ramble about.. Oh i know:

BEST OST:

• The Devil Judge! Sexiest OST I've come across so far. Tempest and What You Gonna Do are definitely two of the best songs in the history of songs

• Strangers From Hell! This show might not be my favorite but nothing comes close to this soundtrack.

• Beyond Evil! Empty and 향해 reduce me to tears and Timeless is just unmatched

• Happiness! Pain really hit hard with the line "please i just want everything to stop". Also most of the songs featured aren't even on the official OST but they are SO good!

[ohh-deer]

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(This post might change in the future :P)

Hi!! I'm Dokidoka, I go by Doki (or Doka, either-or I don't mind lol) or Lucien! I am agender and go by they/them pronouns and I am also a part of the aroace spectrum :3

I will not share my age online until I am an adult, but at the moment I am a MINOR, so keep that in mind. I'm also a September virgo, if anyone cares to know.

Please don't get upset at me for possibly bad English. It's an annoying language and this is the internet where no one really cares anyways :)

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I do art!! Examples:

(Fourth image is the full version of my profile picture)

PLEASE DON'T UPLOAD ANY OF MY ART TO ANY PLATFORM WITHOUT CREDITS :((

I also have several different artstyles and accounts/signatures, so please don't accuse me of stealing. It's just how I draw and interact on the internet.

COMMS NOT OPEN </3

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ACCOUNT RULES:

~ I don't really take requests unless they're either really simple, they're for a friend or family member I know personally, or I was already planning on doing it. I don't do art for free for random people.

~ Absolutely NO NSFW*. I am a MINOR, as stated above, and I want this to be a safe place for all ages.

~ No hate speech, racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, etc... your normal DNI list.

~ Don't try to correct my opinions because you don't like them.

~ Don't tell me what I can and can't like because of my age or anything like that.

*(NSFW isn't just inappropriate content. It can be excessive gore, or extremely triggering content. Nothing excessively triggering will be on this account, and trigger art will be tagged.)

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I am a multifandom person and account, so here are the fandoms I'm currently active in or engaging in the material:

~ Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

~ Undertale/Deltarune

~ Five Nights at Freddy's

~ Doki Doki Literature Club

~ Madoka Magica

~ Warrior Cats

My favorite characters from each would be Lucifer (HH), Fizzarolli (HB), Flowey (UT), the Sweet Cap'n Cakes (DR), Lolbit (FNaF), Natsuki (DDLC), Kyoko (MM), and Jayfeather (WC) :3

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I don't have any big projects I've done so far, but I am in the process of making a show, so there might be updates and things for that, as well as some OC content :D

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My alternate accounts/ handles on other plaforms:

@ask-emily-hh (in-character ask blog for Hazbin)

@ask-hazbin-fankids (ask blog for the Hazbin fanchildren I've created)

Y0utub3: d0k1d0k4

T1kt0k: .dokidoka

Tw1tt3r: d0kid0ka

Sp0t1fy: dokidoka

Inst4gr4m: d0kid0ka

(Apologies for the usernames being inconsistent, it's hard to make all your usernames match perfectly ;-;)

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[spacedimentio]

Huh wow ok @pempeeeperem. I prefer sitting on my fics until I'm done with them and only yelling about them to a few people, but I'll drop some crumbs today.

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

In order of oldest to most recent

100 Little Somethings - 100 theme challenge that I'll pick back up again someday (maybe). I still count it as a WIP even though it hasn't been updated since 2017.

Where We Belong - sequel to Chase the Nightmares Away

Fractures: Side Cracks - got too ambitious with the ideas and killed my motivation, whoops.

Idiot Rock Collection - aka Steven Universe-themed OCtober 2019 I never finished

Roulette - Professor Venomous character analysis fic that never really got off the ground. RIP OK KO Let's Be Heroes, I miss you.

Several NSFW things you don't get to know about, I had a phase lol

Monster & Prince AU - aka Prince Peasley x Super Dimentio but Super Dimentio is a giant cursed (and fluffy!) dragon, dog, cat, chimera and Peasley is sad because of an arranged marriage. Tfw you get kidnapped by a monster but you want to be cause you don't wanna get married and the monster is your best friend :> It was @snugglebunnies's idea originally and they let me roll with it. (Hope you write your own version someday <3)

Hold Dear - slightly depressing Luisley oneshot that I wrote in a fit of hyperfixation one morning and that I really need to rewrite sometime cause it doesn't work right

Mario: A Midsummer Night's Dream - silly little cracky crossover between my favorite Shakespeare play and the Mario RPGs :> Honestly this has been a WIP for like 12 years but it was just the cast list and I actually wrote a bit of it now

Heart of Spades - inspired by a round of frantic fanfic where Dimentio just shows up at the Comet Observatory to pester Rosalina and I had way too many thoughts about that in conjunction with the obscure theory that Rosalina is Blumiere and Timpani's son, and the fact that these two characters have never interacted in any piece of fan media ever as far as I can tell

Small Moments - Luisley-themed 100-word drabble challenge! Very cute, nothing but fluff

Prime Directive Three - this is what I've currently been working on every day for the last month straight, like I seriously haven't written this much this consistently since I did Fractures. It is not one but a series of three 2001: A Space Odyssey fics, talk about completely unexpected fandoms out of left field, how did I even get here. There is Halman of course, that sort of OTP is my absolute jam, and there just might be a fourth fic, if I dare to get spicy ;) HAL lives (he did not want to do a murder, he did not, alas the government did an oopsy and RIP those other four), Dave does not become baby, instead they get to go home and they have to deal with the consequences of the fact that the actions that HAL tried to take in order to stop himself from killing everyone are written in his error log, which will inevitably be investigated and looks suspicious as he did not behave like a computer. That's right, I'm putting him on the stand at the hearing, and now the world gets to deal with the reveal of a fully sentient AI not long after dealing with the alien monoliths. Includes social media sections. It's been very fun, I'm having a blast :D

Send in an ask with a number or question and I'll post a lil snippet.

tagging @snugglebunnies, @lizadale, @thewoollyviking, @nereamerayo, @mysinfulhand, @cowsaresushi, @spmcomic, @shootysturs, @foreteller-ava, @kathrinesnow, @puppyluver256, @captainshyguy. Optional of course.

I got called out to unveil my wip folder. The post chain starts here as far as I can tell

@murder-at-the-bingo-hall I can't believe you did this to me. How dare you assume that I'm dying to talk about my fics and being too shy to even post about them without tags. So... thanks.

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Here are some wips that I am working on / thinking about:

Hearty Grains, Pop Pods, Crunchy Salt and Sand Radishes

Pokemon Alola Story

Colress Story Pt. 4

They're all Pokémon fics.

I'll be tagging... @spacedimentio and @spmcomic sorry guys :')

[thegirlwiththelantern]

A fourth! I write book release posts on my book blog, China Sorrows. But I like them to be specifically for books I'm personally excited about. In looking for 2023 releases I came across quite a few books I don't want to read but which would probably be really exciting to other people, so here some are.

Quick note- because I'm not covering them on my blog I didn't hunt through various sources and if the one I found doesn't list a synopsis, I won't. I also don't list synopsis for sequels in case of spoilers.

Does Love Always Win? by Diane Billas (sapphic)

It has a snarky love interest, high school drama, and blackmail.

A Talent Within by Suzanne Lenoir (sapphic)

Evelyne, born into nobility, and Annika, a peasant girl with a deadly secret, struggle to change their destinies in Valmora, a medieval world controlled by religion, magic, and men. If only she’d been born a boy, Evelyne could fight with her brothers and fulfill her dreams of glory. Instead, her father has arranged her marriage. Annika knows she’s different. She has gifts the Valmorans call talents, and she’s waited too long to turn herself over to the Temple for training. If she tells anyone now, she will burn as a heretic. Their blossoming love changes everything. Both are forced to confront who they are when saving an innocent life exposes Annika’s talent and she’s held prisoner by the unforgiving Temple Paladin. Saving Annika will cost Evelyne all she’s ever known, but her sacrifice may lead them on a path to love and a destiny that will change Valmora forever.

Heart on His Lead by J.R. Hart (queer)

Heart on His Lead is a queer romance with a dog park meet cute where a closed-off dogsitter who knows nothing about dogs learns some tips from an expert as he opens up to furry friends and potential romance.

Blood in the Tea Leaves by Beka Westrup (sapphic)

Four women. One life-altering kettle of tea. Marie is a woman sold into a loveless marriage in a 1700’s, second-world France. Under the close tutelage of the esteemed Lady Colette Valand, Marie has sewn a small corner of life for herself in their little town. She even finds love and companionship in a secret affair with a prostitute, Alice. But Lady Colette has a few secrets of her own—and they all come to light on one fateful night, when their bodies and futures are forever changed by a mysterious tin of tea leaves. What happens when a group of silenced women develop fangs? Are dead hearts capable of the love they desire?

Our Hideous Progeny by C.E. McGill (queer)

It’s 1853 London, and former medical student Victor Frankenstein has been missing for years. Inspired by his brilliance and daring, his great niece Mary Saville and her husband, Henry, are determined to follow in Victor’s scientific footsteps. Both are intelligent and determined, yet they lack the reputation necessary to be recognized among the British Empire’s most renowned paleontologists. Though Mary is admired for her sharp mind, her fierce tongue and Henry’s gambling addiction hinder endorsement by their peers. But after uncovering clues to her great uncle’s disappearance, Mary devises a plan to realize her ambitions. Like Victor Frankenstein did long ago, she and Henry will create life. No one will be able to ignore their achievement—the scientific community must accept them if they succeed. When they construct their Creature, Henry’s ambition soars, yet Mary finds herself contemplating disturbing questions—and unexpected feelings—she cannot ignore. As Henry’s desire for fame grows, Mary must decide how far she will go to protect this Creature—the hideous progeny—she has grown to love.

Brother and Sister Enter the Forest by Richard Mirabella (queer)

Opening like a fairy tale and ending like a nightmare, this cannonball of a queer coming-of-age novel follows a young man's relationship with a violent older boyfriend—and how he and his sister survive a terrible crime After years of severed communication, Justin appears on his sister’s doorstep needing a place to stay. The home he's made for himself has collapsed, as has everything else in his life. When they were children, Willa played the role of her brother’s protector, but now, afraid of the chaos he might bring, she’s reluctant to let him in. Willa lives a carefully ordered life working as a nurse and making ornate dioramas in her spare time. As Justin tries to connect with the people she’s closest to—her landlord, her boyfriend, their mother—she begins to feel exposed. Willa and Justin’s relationship has always been strained yet loving, frustrating and close. But it hits a new breaking point when Justin spirals out of control, unable to manage his sobriety and the sustained effects of a brain injury. Years earlier, in high school, desperate to escape his home life and his disapproving, troubled mother, Justin falls into the hands of his first lover, a slightly older boy living on his own who offers Justin some semblance of intimacy and refuge. When Justin’s boyfriend commits a terrifying act of violence, the two flee on a doomed road trip, a journey that will damage Justin and change his and his family’s lives forever. Weaving together these two timelines, Brother & Sister Enter the Forest unravels the thread of a young man’s trauma and the love waiting for him on the other side.

CRUEL/CRUEL by Dior J. Stephens (Black, queer)

CRUEL/CRUEL is the manifestation of a Black, queer voice grappling with the intricacies of (un)belonging and identity. These poems use genres of queerness and race to reckon with the pervasive power of oppressive institutions, shaped by art and a soundtrack of Black musical traditions of resistance: from jazz to soul to experimental to hip hop. A hybrid visual and literary object, CRUEL/CRUEL feels relentlessly present, and yet emphasizes the archival and documentary as intrinsic to our personal and collective survivals.

Countries of Origin by JavierFuentes (queer)

It is 2007, in New York where Demetrio, 30, is a celebrated pastry chef at the French restaurant, Le Bourrelet. It will be his seventh year as their pâtissier and the chef-owner, stern, but paternal feels he should move on. When Demetrio is offered a position as Head of Pastries at a Michelin-starred restaurant, he wants nothing more than to accept it. Undocumented, he is missing one crucial thing: papers. Terrified he will be found out, he makes the difficult decision of voluntary departure to permanently return to his homeland which he has not seen since he was a small child. This will mean leaving the only family he knows, his beloved uncle Chus, who brought him up and who he still lives with. On his flight to Madrid, he sits next to the handsome, playful and sensitive Jacobo, a student at NYU going home to his aristocratic, fascist family and there is an instant, unacknowledged electricity between them. In dimly lit bars in Madrid and on pebbled beaches by the sea far outside the city, Demetrio and Jacobo's subtle but intense relationship unfolds. Demetrio is tortured by a fear of true intimacy, and anxiety about their class difference. Both are struggling with their identities and sexuality and they avoid their true feelings and deep passion until a family tragedy sets them on a collision course back into one another's lives. Powerfully sensual, and dramatic, Countries of Origin is a story which immerses you in the intense emotions and conflicts of love and loss.

Blood and Tines by Jae E. Glass (queer)

Survival. The word paints pictures of gritty heroism and bootstrap-pulling determination, but the physical act is messy, brutal, and unfair in every bruising shade. It’s a cruelty Ria Erfinder and her twin sister know intimately. Since fleeing the London fires of 1666 under the cover of darkness, Ria and her family have fought to remain anonymous. To remain hidden. To pass as plain village folk an onlooker would miss in a crowd. That’s how Witches during the era of the Hunts survive, but it’s hardly foolproof and certainly not safe. So when Ria is tasked by her twin to find the last remaining Haven City willing to harbor a pair of orphaned Witches barely a step ahead of the Huntsmen, Ria will risk everything in the name of survival and the fragile hope of freedom. But neither she nor her sibling could have anticipated the cost. Driven off course by weather and wolves, Ria finds herself trapped as a trespassing interloper in a world far beyond her understanding. It will take every scrap of determination to make it out of Tree Spring alive, but while one twin struggles against the brutality of the Fae and a heritage she was denied, the other will watch the shadow of the Huntsmen march into her town and head straight for her.

Electric Blue by Sebastian Jack (queer)

Hephaestus Forge Biotech crafts the gods of tomorrow. Manufacturing prosthetic limbs and bespoke organs, they're represented by double-leg amputee spokesmodel Cymbre Archer. But a lifetime in the spotlight and wearing company tech has taken its toll on Archer, who's addicted to painkillers and prone to violent outbursts. Then her personal assistant steals a prototype from the company's labs, demanding she hide it. Blindsided when a living man arrives on her doorstep in a crate, she finds he comes not only with unexpected humanity, but a first-draft press release: "Hephaestus Forge introduces the first fully-functioning automaton in human history!" Archer is no hero. And though she's not the savior Caelan needs, the fact is she's the only one he's got.

Speak of the Devil by Rose Wilding (queer)

Seven women, inextricably linked by one man, must figure out which of them killed him in order to protect each other in Speak of the Devil.

The Sunrisers by Robyn Singer (queer, jewish, autistic)

After years of adventures, professional thief and amateur noodle critic Yael is invited to join The Order of the Banshee, a collection of the greatest female thieves in the universe, despite being decades younger than any of them. Yael’s childhood best friend, Molina, has lived the opposite life: a stern and serious member of The Sunrisers, the universe’s premiere peacekeeping organization, she’s just been promoted to Captain, serving under her father. Her first assignment of her new command: Bring down The Order of the Banshee. Yael and Molina now find themselves on opposite sides of a conflict neither of them will escape unscathed. The love they have for each other is the same as when they were young, but either their personal values or their love will break. In this game of cat and mouse, both women must use all their wits and tricks to stay ahead of their new enemy. Will order triumph, or will chaos? No matter what, Yael and Molina will both lose.

Bang Bang Bodhisattva by Aubrey Wood (trans)

Bang Bang Bodhisattva is author Aubrey Wood’s debut novel and follows a trans woman hacker-for-hire who, in an attempt to make rent, teams up with a luddite P.I. to solve a murder she’s been falsely accused of. A unique hard-boiled detective / science fiction mash-up story unfolds, with a vibrant and diverse cast of characters.

Couplets: A Love Story by Maggie Millner (queer)

A woman lives an ordinary life in Brooklyn. She has a boyfriend. They share a cat. She writes poems in the prevailing style. She also has dreams: of being seduced by a throng of older women, of kissing a friend in a dorm-room closet. But the dreams are private, not real. One night, she meets another woman at a bar, and an escape hatch swings open in the floor of her life. She falls into a consuming affair—into queerness, polyamory, kink, power and loss, humiliation and freedom, and an enormous surge of desire that lets her leave herself behind.

Until it Shimmers by Alec Scott (gay)

The Conceptual Dawn by Qualia Reed (queer)

The Conceptual Dawn comes out early next year and takes place in a future Seattle where AI walk the streets and a digital afterlife changes what it means to be human!

Disorderly Men by Robert Cahill (queer)

Disorderly Men is about three men arrested in a police raid of a Greenwich Village gay bar in 1962.

The Broker: Demon of Overlook by Blake Rasmussen

A twisted plot in the shadows and light...and the vigilante who seeks to unravel it. When Charlie von Dusk returns to his hometown of Overlook City to attend his parents' funeral, their business partner offers a chilling theory: that their deaths are part of a criminal conspiracy by one of the most powerful people in either the business world or the underworld. With the police powerless and unwilling to strike, it falls to Charlie himself to hunt down answers and take back his city from those who seek to control it. Donning a specialized stealth suit, he becomes the Broker, the Demon of Overlook and the bane of those who use their power and wealth to hurt others. Aided by a genius robotics engineer and a destitute young woman hoping to improve the city, he seeks to uncover the truth and punish the guilty. But Charlie has his own demons. Mental blocks that could result in him becoming the sort of monster he hopes to fight...

When It All Syncs Up by Maya Ameyaw (Black)

Ballet is Aisha’s life. So when she’s denied yet another lead at her elite academy because she doesn’t “look” the part, she knows something has to change–the constant discrimination is harming her mental health. Switching to her best friend Neil’s art school seems like the perfect plan at first. But she soon discovers racism and bullying are entrenched in the ballet program here, too, and there’s a new, troubling distance between her and Neil. And as past traumas surface, pressure from friends and family, a new romance, and questions about her dance career threaten to overwhelm her. There’s no choreography to follow–for high school or for healing. Aisha will have to find the strength within herself–and place her trust in others–to make her next move.

Skating on Mars by Caroline Huntoon (nonbinary)

Life isn’t easy on twelve-year-old Mars. As if seventh grade isn’t hard enough, Mars is also grappling with the recent death of their father and a realization they never got to share with him: they’re nonbinary. But with their skates laced up and the ice under their feet, all of those struggles melt away. When Mars’ triple toe loop draws the attention of a high school hot shot, he dares them to skate as a boy so the two can compete head-to-head. Unable to back down from a challenge, Mars accepts. But as competition draws near, the struggles of life off the rink start to complicate their performance in the rink, and Mars begins to second guess if there’s a place for them on the ice at all.

[toots-senpai]

Twitter's better than this job.

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: five night's at freddy's/fnaf

Pairing: freddy x afab reader x monty

Rating: R 18+

Word Count:3.5k

Authors Note: so reader is dumb but it’s fine. we’re in a horror universe also i havent edited this i am finishing this in therapy cause i have a bunch of fica in my drafts lmao. enjoy! think the layout may have turned weird, sorry.

Warnings: robot/monster fucking!, creampie, fingering/fingersucking, dp, exhibitionism?

♡ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!!YOU WILL BE BLOCKED :) ♡

It's a friday night in the pizzaplex, the animatronics are on complete free roam and tonight it seems like all the security guards are being lazy tonight in the break room. Being a worker for the pizzaplex does have it's perks, but being a mechanic means a good pay and just overall working here at the pizzaplex gives you nice co-workers and actual food for the workers besides their pizza. The elevator takes you down to parts and service with the animatronics and you know you have to do their small usual check up before you get your nightly check off paper. It's usually when you come in a little late and have to change into your uniform at work that the other mechanics schedule lines up with yours, slipping in the elevator besides you and the animatronics before you get to even start doing their usual tests or get down to the lower level for that matter. Besides him accidentally pushing you when you got in because you weren’t payi g attention to them slipping in the elevator, a cocky laugh hiding underneath his ego probably.

"You know Y/n.. you make quite enough money on Twitter to be working this job." The silence is the elevator is now deafening and all you do is pop your gum back at them with a scowl as per usual and get the animatronic tasks done before the elevator finally get to the normal level and you can grab the paper for all the other handling for the night. His comment does not go un noticed by the animatronics but no one addresses his comment besides Monty you verbally scoffed at the worker. When the elevator hits the floor you’re done with your animatronic check in and now you’re finally able to grab the list. Chica waa right around the corner, bubbly and messy of pizza and garbage already.. you figure you'll clean her later before the end of your ship so the morning people don’t have to deal with the ‘scary pizza chicken’. You have lights to work on tonight, not just the animatronics. It's around 3 by the time you're almost done. At least a fourth of the pizzaplex's lights haven't been recorded before the long weekend and now the last fourth of it is to check the animatronics rooms and platforms. Everyone is gone from their rooms and Freddy's mirror lights and the convenience counter are the only thing remotely wrong in that area. You had begun to re-put back in the lights when the door slides open beside you. Freddy standing from outside of the door gave you a bit more light that you needed and Freddy shakes his head at the darkness of his room.

"You are hurting your eyes superstar! You must have lights on when preforming tasks!" He says behind you as he turned on the overhead lights. You squint from him turning them on, all this light work had your eyes sensitive and squinting did no good at protecting your sensitive eyes. You didn't mean to start crying of course but regardless, painful tears slipped from your eyes. You wish Freddy wasn't as observant as he is but wishes don't come true anyway, Freddy's glance locks with your tears and the bear is now worried. Profoundly apologizing for coming in the room and whatever else he's attempting to apologize for but you just laugh at him.

"Freddy, I've been working on the lights all night.. my eyes are just sensitive." You assure him with a small smile wiping your eyes. He dims the lights behind you and you go back to his vanity lights.

"There was only one out." He states softly as he sits down on his couch.

"Yes... but the superstar needs his lights yes?" You joke at him which causes him to look away with his brows furrowed. He's probably watching Monty pointlessly pace in the hall from his semi closed curtains but it isn't something for you to pay attention too. Not when you're putting lights in a high voltage mirror. It's quiet in the room besides Monty's steps outside and the soft turning of lightbulbs. Freddy's favorite thing to do is probably break the silence.

"Y/n what do you do outside the pizzeria?"

"What do you mean by that."

"Twitter." He states and now it's your turn to furrow your brows at him before he asks what Twitter even is. You sigh and tell him about the social platform and you can probably now comfirm that Freddy's favorite thing to do is break the ice around him, no matter how thin it is. "How do you make money on Twitter?" He asks and all you do is turn around in his spinny chair and look at him, lips in a pout.

"You want the truth or you want the sugar?" You ask and he shrugs.

"Both-"

"No Freddy, do you want to know what I actually do on twitter or do you want it simplified?" He takes a second to process.

"The truth-"

"Porn. Accounting..."You trail off finishing the last light bulb.

"Porn?"

"Yes Freddy."

"But if you make so much doing that, why work at the pizzaplex?"

"Freddy, I don't mean this harshly but I'm not too comfortable talking to you about my sex life."

"But you brung it up?"

"You asked?"

"So answer my questions." He states before Monty slides in beside you two, jaw slack and if you looked hard enough at him he’s panting with excitement but you’re just trying not to shock your finger.

"PORN?" He yells quite loudly to you respond with being startled and letting your head drop on the table with a sigh.

"Monty, before you even get started on your questions i'm just going to let you know I don't do it anymore. That’s why I work at the pizzaplex." You say, standing up but Monty blocks your way.

"You mean to tell me, you could be making money doing porn, and you're working this shitty job instead?"

"I actually very much like this job!"

"You're making less money than the security guards are!"

"Yeah, I have no idea why you would willingly chose it over tons of money, aren't you complaining about not paying your bills-"

"Listen you two, to be quite honest, I don't get off on the thought of random guys fondling me for money-"

"Then just do it your-"

"No shit Monty, but people don't pay that much for shit they do on the daily." You cut them off walking past Monty finally, the door sliding shut behind you. You start walking to check the convenience counter and restock the toy counter when Monty scares you from behind with a tap on your shoulder.

"So then do it with someone you trust."

"What like my fucking brother Monty? I don't have guy friends or anyone willing to-"

"I would-"

"Legitimately, how? You don't have a-" You didn't realize he's corned you until you look up at your surroundings. The back if your knees are pressed against the side stage and a cold animatronic hand runs down your clothed side, finger locking in your belt loops and tugging the tight bands away from your hips with a small snap of your waistband.

He’s pulling at the belt loop again. Your belt was attached and you always kept your belt tight so your pants don't ride down but your belt does nothing against his mechanic strength but tighten against your hips. He easily pulls the side of your pants open to look down at the color of your panties before you shove the animatronic back with all of your effort. He moves by himself mostly though watching as you complain at him.

"I'm not posting you on Twitter!"

"I don't have to show my face-" He trails off behind you as you walk away to the reward room.

"People will know you’re an animatronic!"

"Not in dim lighting, look just like a toy..." Freddy startles you once you're in. You sigh in annoyance rolling your eyes.

"I'm not stupid y'know. I'm not going to criminalize myself for letting either of you fuck me. Or for that matter for the thought of society, be fucked by an animatronic."

"But money."

They both said at the same time and you grunted. "I have a job to do!" Before walking away. The daycare usually is your space of comfort but the lights are already turned off in the daycare and honestly Moon will probably go away in the morning, right now you want nothing to do with him or any other animatronic. Instead you try to focus your attention on Chica thinking about cleaning her but instead you're met with the metal Freddy's chestplate.

"I think incorporating a robot hand or hands.. into your Twitter video will prove for more views and money!"

"Freddy, I can't risk losing this job because of money-"

"All you've eaten is Fazbear corporate junkfood and you get paid by the hour. If you WANT to live the material life, you have to take risks. To be a superstar, you must be surprising!" Freddy frowns.

"No."

"Why?"

“Does it look like I want to live a material life Freddy? I just want stability, proper tax work that’s halfway done….” Eyes locked up with Freddy's reminds you that compared to Monty he doesn't corner you, instead he has a reasonable distance between you two but instead of the 'i push all of my emotions away' Monty, Freddy stands in front of you with eyebrows furrowed and his arms crossed. He doesn't want to push you but maybe the other mechanic had a point. Maybe it's a dominant trait of his to make sure your well fed and well payed but he isn't going to back down from this, not unless the security doors open and you walk out besides him or he gets.. what he wants honestly. Monty walks in to the lobby and his eyes lock on you two. Their gaze is sharp and Monty's steps towards you and the sound is too much like a ticking time bomb that honestly the tension might make you explode. Instead you just reach your arms up and let the doors open in front of you to slip into the main floor animatronics at your tail.

Honestly this job is more of a decoy per say, of course your family found out about your side job and actually they had the audacity to say you were making too much money. Last thanksgiving was a very interesting argument to say the least. So interesting that instead of looking at them you just kept walking, going to the bathroom where you figured they wouldn’t follow you while the voices of your family repeat in your head. I mean, they did stay only to just the outside but they still gave you your privacy giving you the time to think over before your head exploded.

When your family brought it up they made sure to probably use the most overdramatized versions of excuses to get you from posting on the internet, even telling you that your sick grandmother will fall and die at the sight of it but you know she isn’t stupid and probably has already seen it. Later that night she winked at you while she was getting put into the family van and all you could is sigh, the same as now. Maybe it was the excitement of going against your parents or just the overall excitement of getting fucked but you can’t seem to find a reason not to anymore. They are right but you have to put the thought out there that your brain must be jumbled at the thought of having animatronic fingers stuffed in your mouth or nevertheless anywhere else. So much that as you wiped, the toliet paper full of your wetness spilled off your fingers a bit and once again all you can do is just sigh again. Animatronic steps walk into the bathroom and you flush the toilet and walk out of the stall with a pout at them.

“Do you guys have nothing better to do than bother the poor engineer?”

“Real engineers get paid more.”

“For someone that gets paid so little all of my bills are paid.” You seethe washing your hands as Monty steps behind you. His hands hover over your hips and the cool metal hands runs up the back of your uniform before they rest on your shoulders. Their led animatronic glares reflect in the mirror above you and this sink is not so sturdy for Monty to do anything but he does anyways. He pushes your hips into the sink and runs his tongue on your neck, the fabric and plastic of the tongue was foreign against the crevice of your neck and your body shivered. “I-I don’t even have my phone-” You attempted as your body shivered and your knees shook.

“I do.” Freddy said and the two laughed a bit down at you when Monty flipped you around. You wondered when he grabbed your phone but you don’t get the chance to think about it fully when Monty grabs you by the chin and makes you actually face them, locking eyes with both of them and locking your thighs before Monty ran his hand fully up the inner thigh of your jeans. They’re looking down at you as if you were prey, waiting for their chance to strike.

“Remember that this is all a game of trust in the end right, we’re smart enough so that you won’t lose your job.”

“Mhm, you’re just making more money.”

It was almost like the devil was talking live in the metal of these bots, convincing voices at the back of your head while the cool metal of Monty’s other hand pulls your shirt from the tuck under the waistband of your pants. The flashlight from the recording video in Freddy’s hand is on your body as Monty pops open the buttons to your pants and your shirt, pulling them off with too much ease and Freddy helps by putting the discarded clothes in the sink with his other hand, neither taking their eyes off of you. Your soaked panties weren’t even mentioned but instead torn off as his fingers dipped into your folds. A shocked whine as the cold green metal of his finger disappears into your cunt makes your hips jump and your wetness drips down his palm like honey as he scissors you cunt open. Digging up on the spongy spot.

It must’ve triggered something in Freddy to just place down your phone by the face so that the flashlight lit up the ceiling and your camera faced your back. Your hair hung over the camera as you threw your head back from Freddy’s new touches along with his hand over your mouth. His fingers pinch at your nipples while Monty’s curl inside of you and your thighs shake at the new sensation, your eyes pulled shut and a heat flashing over your skin. If it wasn’t for the sink partially holding you up your knees would be on the floor but instead your arms are holding you up from Monty’s shoulders and your breathy whimpers echoing through the bathroom even under Freddy’s hand. Your head is spinning, focusing isn’t the first thought to come to your head but instead your thought is on how they look down at you while they play with your body. You’re senses are wavering as the bathroom starts to reek from your sweating body.

You’re close, shaking and throwing your head back as Freddy’s face goes into your chest, latching onto your nipple while using his other hand to toy with your other breast. A muffled gasp is the only warning you get when you cum over Monty’s fingers, you shake with overstimulation and the boys watch attentively as they help you ride it out. They’re very grateful for this ‘show’ you’re providing them with, the fact that they finally got the cute engineer under their claws riles them up more than you’re making them. You think that maybe the both of them are just waiting to be caught being this risky because you have to physically pull them away from your body. Your bra is unclipped and quickly forgotten as Freddy grabs it and shoves it in the other sink but you’ll never forget the look they have over you now. It almost makes you 100% certain that they’re in this for the risk as Monty flips you around and Freddy grabs the camera in front of you. There is no amount of prep in the world that could’ve stopped you from shrieking when you were penetrated, you could’ve never expected the hot thick cock that was sliding into your vagina even belonged to Monty but Freddy standing beside you, another large monsterous cock has on edge no doubt. Your mouth waters over the sink like a dog in heat as he eases himself to the hilt of your cunt in one smooth painful thrust in. You’re soaked, dripping off of Monty’s extremely unexplained almost boiling dick, the pleasure is overwhelming as you suit him to fill your pussy as you moved your knees to take more of him with that whine they seem to love.

Freddy moves Monty back and now Monty’s in one of the bathroom stalls, back against the barrier of the wall connected to the stall doors. This stall is maybe too dim you think as Monty pulls your hair back. The flashlight is too dim to probably pick up more than your flesh but you can’t focus on the phone anymore when Freddy pokes his cock at your entrance. It’s drooling with precum and you couldn’t even push away with the hold Monty has on you. The metal of his arms have no hassle holding you up and in a few seconds you’re accounting debut is being put into action as Monty slips out of your cunt. Cock heavy and dripping of your juices is curved to press against the rim of your ass. If you weren’t the beautiful sex worker you are, they would be ripping you to shreds when entering you but instead there’s only the pain of the stretch and then the euphoria of spilling your wetness on both of their cocks. It’s too good to be true your head thinks as you moan softly under Monty’s hand that has switched places with Freddy who’s placed down the phone on the tin of the menstrual bin and has pulled up your leg to let the camera get a better view of their fat cocks smooshing together inside and outside of your ass and cunt. They rub on each other slightly as the they pull out and push back in, once they gain a steady pace it doesn’t happen. Instead your guts are being rearranged for the first time in ages and your thighs quiver and your tongue slips out of your mouth underneath Monty’s hand. When his fingers enter your mouth you squirt a bit too hard, sucking on the metal of his fingers through the quivering orgasm. The sound of your squirt spilling on the tile embarrasses you but spurs them on more. Monty shoving his fingers down your throat as they both attempt to bottom out with each one of their thrusts. Freddy is the first one to accomplish his goal of bottoming out but that also means he nuts first unfortunately. You don’t expect his cum to be as hot as it was as he spilled into your womb but it was almost burning the sensitive gummy flesh of your cunt but he doesn’t pull out not until Monty follows, spilling into your ass after fully bottoming out inside of you. A couple of breathes is all you need to recuperate as they pull out, fat loads of cum seeping out through both of your holes and you cant help but moan at the feeling your back arching as the push the cum back in with small pushes of their twitching dicks. They leave you in the bathroom with your recording phone after cleaning themselves up. To be far, getting caught isn’t part of the agenda but you weren’t done with this video, you have to clean up their mess and your fingers have always gotten your twitter views going.

——————

The weekend rolled in a little too much money, your parents complaining and ironically your grandma dying. Thankfully your family didn’t blame it on you, at least they have morals but you on the other hand probably don’t. It wasn’t too long that everyone at work had seen your video and now it’s monday and the other engineer doesn’t have to slip through the elevator due to be late today. There’s a silence but your usual gum popping breaks it.

“In the bathroom? I mean, good for you but when did you manage to sneak two guys away from everyone, especially the animatronics. Don’t they have like… heat ray vision?” You had to laugh, god what an idiot of a co-worker.

[ameba-from-space]

if possible do you have anymore bat fic recs, because the way i’ve already finished the three you already did is probably unhealthy… HOWEVER i’m obsessed (is that a good reason???)

By popular demand I'm gonna do a fourth fic rec, Yay, I'm legit shocked people actually care this much about my opinion, I'm working on doing a Damian focused and a Jason focused list, but I'm spending the holidays with family in a farm so there's not much wifi, but with that said, let's begin this shit, oh wait just a warning some fics here will be superbat, but not all of them so if you dont like it just skip it

Arm Candy - Bruce Wayne, Party Grandpa

Speed Dating: Bitch, Me Too! and Bitch, Me Too! - Dick and Bruce bond over dating people with superpowers

Count Bat-cula - Guys batman is not a vampire I swear

Inbox - Jason listen to voicemails sent to a dead kid

Hedging Your Bets - The league becomes animals, no bruce is not a bat

mr. sandman - Nightmares are a bitch

Even When the Words Went Wrong and You've Always Been the Sweetest Song - Hurt people hurt people, and Jason and bruce have been hurt a lot

Batman Watches Mean Girls And Decides To Be Petty - Jarro is in this and honestly, we need more fics with him

through different colored glasses - #LetBruceRest2021

Let Your Hopes Shape Your Future - Bruce thinks about god

Save Me from the Dark - Bruce is killed by superman, Clark gets depressed, the family gets mad

Like a Thief in the Night - Bruce learns more about Jason's time in the streets

And Other Hazards of Heroism- Concussions are great comedic plots

Multi Media Marketing Mistakes - I thrive on Bruce and Oliver being asshole best friends

Captain Marvel's Adopted? - I'm so weak to bruce adopts billy fics

Keep the Family Secret - The justice league finds out about bruce's many kids

All Hands on Deck (Batfam/Young Justice Crossover) - It will never not be funny that bruce is the most socially reclusive person ever but still manages to have the biggest superhero family of all the league

The Cape Void - What if the cape actually IS bigger on the inside

Perfect Alibi - ever wondered why Bruce Wayne always seems to have an alibi?

Nature and Nurture - My dream fic and the best thing I have ever read, Bruce Wayne age-regression, the kids react to how much their dad changed over the years

Sick Day at the Wayne's - what's that good sir? Is it another billy should be a member of the batfam fic? Why yes it is

From the Shadows - You thought I was done with billy gets adopted by the batfam fics? Think again

cards - Steph makes father's day cards for the only reliable father figure in her life, batman

scapegoat - Blame jason, is not like bruce doesn't let him get away with everything

We Keep This Love in a Photograph - The secret baby pic stash

Well this is it, I've gone through all my bookmarks, I hope you guys enjoy these ones, I will post the Jason and Damian list as soon as I can, I'm also thinking of doing a superbat one, let me know if that's something that would be interesting to you guys.

Links to other parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

[buckybarnesdiaries]

white wolf: “the show must go on”

first part — second part

third part — fourth part (soon)

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Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it’s a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 1'9k.

warnings/tags: none. bucky being so innocent gives me life. + he being so damn cute as always.

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“Have plans with your girl tonight?”

Bucky clicked his tongue, putting down the weight to the holder, not turning to Sam still doing squats and an awkward noise out of breath. His partner couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and giggle while shaking his head, fast enough to steal the soldier's clean towel before he reached it.

“She's not my girl”.

“Not yet, you mean, uh?” He joked then, using the clothing like a whip to hit the metal arm. “But, you have plans or not?”

“Yeah, we have plans”. Bucky admitted eventually, glancing at Sam also stealing his bottle of water. “She invited me to watch a movie”.

It was the innocent and unworried tone of voice from him that made Sam choke, cough, and laugh at once.

“What?”

“Oh, man… Can't believe you're sinful enough to do what we do but too innocent to not see what that means”.

“It means we're gonna watch a movie”.

Bucky was confused at the laughter, trying to understand what he was referring to as he rested his back against the wall and crossed both arms over his chest. Expecting anything else from his wise friend.

“This is the twenty-first century, you ancient. We don't watch movies”.

“What d— What do you mean? You have Netflix, HBO, Prime Video… What's the point?”

Sam was deadpanned, staring in silence at the soldier, not believing what his ears were hearing. “We, guys, don't watch movies with girls, even less when they are the ones inviting us”.

Bucky squinted at him, tilting his head like a lost poppy would do, not being able to read between lines. His partner gasped exasperated, running a hand up and down his face.

“You know, man? Sometimes I feel alone, not having anyone to laugh with about that forties' manners of yours. Should I call Sarah, maybe?”

“Cut the show”. He hissed standing up and passing him away.

“Oh, no, no, no… the show has just started, man, and I have my popcorn ready”.

Bucky had been beating around the bush the whole day, trying to let it out of his mind. Of course, it was something that would happen sooner or later, and —more than of course— he wanted it to happen. The mere fact of thinking about you and him, flesh against flesh, hearing you moaning his name and making you feel good caused him goosebumps and an awkward sensation beneath his black jeans. Suddenly, swallowing saliva turned impossible, biting his lower lip while ringing the intercom of your apartment. Your response didn't last more than a couple of seconds, opening the door downstairs and waiting for him at the entrance of your apartment.

The butterflies fluttered within your bellies when Bucky stepped out of the lift, showing you that charming smile that could make you kill anyone who dared to erase it from his face.

“Trying to get me drunk?” You joked as he raised the bottle of red wine in his left hand.

“Maybe?”

“Missed you today”. You whispered at the soft kiss on your lips and his arm getting wrapped around your lower waist.

“So did I”. He sighed, sounding a little tired, caressing your nose with his.

Yesterday he talked to you about a routine medical check-up the government used to do every six months until he earned his pardon. Four hours of intense exercise to make sure the supersoldier serum was still doing its effect, as he started to feel somewhat tired since he stayed in Wakanda. For Bucky, it was really easy to open up himself with you and talk about his past and some of the things he did. And he didn't complain when you helped him to take off his leather jacket, watching him rubbing his left shoulder.

“I, uh… also was this morning with Sam. Training”. He told you, following you to your kitchen to find a couple of glasses. Turning at him, you couldn't help but raise an incredulous eyebrow. “Don't look at me like that… I know to perfection what you're thinking”.

“You're a telepath now?”

“God, no. I have enough with the voices inside my head, to hear someone's else”. He chuckled resting against the fridge. “But you're very expressive and I was trained to read body language”.

“So, what am' thinking?” You asked driven by curiosity, entertained on opening the bottle of wine.

“Look at this guy… He looks hotter than a barbecue”.

You broke into a loud laugh, shaking your head as you grabbed the drink and the glasses. “Not even close, Sergeant”.

“Liar”. He blurted into your face, passing him away to the living room where the Thai takeaway was waiting for the two of you.

“I'm not lying! You're a lousy body reader”.

“So… you can do it better, uh?”

“Didn't say so, but… yeah”. You replied, placing the wine and the glasses on the coffee table next to the big green sofa.

“Okay, go ahead. What am 'thinking, genius?”

Standing in front of him, some inches away, you squinted at his eyes in advance of touring his posture from top to bottom with your orbs.

“Look at that girl… she's hotter than a volcano”.

“Not even closer, soldier”. Bucky repeated your words, kissing his teeth and causing you to laugh again.

“Liar”.

The night went on, enjoying your dinner and watching the first part of Scary Movie. Since Bucky told you that he loved the horror genre, you thought that it'd be a good start. As you finished the Thai dishes, you two cuddled on your sofa, and it felt nice to be embraced by his muscly arms and had your head rested on his shoulder. He had never been that happier before, imagining for a moment —staring at you by the corner of his eyes— that he wasn't a retired lethal assassin controlled by a bunch of psychos, just a guy watching a movie with his girl.

For some reason that increased his pulse, having to clear his throat as the thought dried it. You couldn't let it go, wrinkling your nose with curiosity, raising your face slightly at Bucky trying to focus on the movie, and pretending everything was going okay.

“What?” He murmured about to laugh nervously, putting his head back a couple of inches to look better at you.

“Seems like you're gonna have a heart attack, what's the matter?”

The soldier breathed heavily through his nostril, expelling all the air in a sight through his parted lips. A lower giggle escaped them as your eyes widened a little more interested in his response to your question.

“Sam… Sam said something this morning”.

There it was. Your grimace turned skeptical, sitting up to borrow the control remote and pause the movie. Turning to face him and placing an arm on the headrest, you puckered your lips in a funny gesture watching him click his tongue.

“Things are different nowadays and… y'know, we used to watch movies”.

“And that's what we're doing”.

“Yeah, but… it's like… now there are some kinds of non-speak social rules”.

You knew exactly what he was referring to and seeing him somewhat troubled and tense just made your heart melt. It wasn't that he was scared, but it almost felt like.

“Is it your first time since the forties?” You dared to ask, clearly with no intentions of making fun of him.

“I've never really… y'know, I was in my twenties when I left Brooklyn. I me— mean, 'm not stupid, okay? I've done things but not… sex like… to the whole point”. Bucky didn't have his eyes on you when he made that confession, rubbing the bridge of his nose by inertia as his nervousness increased. “And now everything… is pretty different”.

“It doesn't have to”. You just replied, stretching a hand to his right one to intertwine your fingers. “Listen, Buck… We don't have to, okay? We don't have to do anything if you're not ready. We can watch the movie and then… you can go, or you can stay to sleep with me”.

“I'd like that”.

“Leave?”

“Yeah, totally, if you excuse me, ma'am… I gotta leave” He clearly joked, about to stand up until you pushed him down to the sofa bursting in laughter. “Nah, I, uh… I mean, I'd like to sleep with you tonight”.

“I'd like too, and to wake up tomorrow morning with you”.

“Yeah, would be very awkward if you go to sleep with me and wake up with another guy in your bed”.

Bucky smirked at you, biting his upper lip before leaning to press both on yours. He couldn't believe you were being so comprehensive with him, not making any other uncomfortable questions, nor kicking his ass out of your house. At that moment, he realized he was madly in love with you, bringing you closer to himself so he could embrace you tenderly between his arms. And you let him, not wanting anything else than to be with him.

At the moment the movie finished, you both stretched your hands to the ceiling with a yawn opening your mouths. You palmed his thigh to beckoning at him, urging the soldier to follow you as you rubbed your eyes using your knuckles, a little sleepy. Turning off the lights on your way to your room, you changed your clothes for a baggy Iron Maiden's t-shirt, as he stripped himself leaving his clothes on the chair in front of your bed, only wearing a pair of black boxers at the end.

You were about to ask him which side he preferred when the words died on your tongue, glancing at him with his flesh hand over his dark grey shoulder. It was the first time you saw the vibranium arm in all its glory and Bucky gave you the impression of being embarrassed. He'd never stop surprising you with plenty of emotions for things that for you didn't have any importance actually —like the fact of not having two real arms.

“Come here”. You murmured, kneeling on the mattress and palming the other lateral, observing every one of his actions till lying next to him, in the middle of the gloom of your room.

Covering both of you with the sheets and turning on your sides to face each other, Bucky took the initiative of wrapping you close to his chest, as he placed his head on your pillow. He couldn't help but take a soft breath from your heavenly smell impregnated in, provoking a smile to grow on your lips. Surrounding his neck with your arms, you sunk your fingers in his short hair, gently caressing his scalp while you started to spread tender short kisses all around his face.

“This feels good”. He purred with such a pleased tone of voice, closing his eyes as he adventured his warm hand under your shirt to draw invisible patterns on your back.

“So good”. You affirmed, peppering his cheek with a bunch of noisy smooches.

Bucky squeezed you between his grip, hiding his face into the gap of your shoulder and neck, causing you goosebumps because of his exhalation against your skin. He was comfortable being that close, with no distance separating your chests and your legs intertwined in a bundle. You saw how relaxed he was when he pulled his head back to the pillow, noses touching and his eyelids closed.

“Good night, Buck”. You whispered, still feeling his caresses on your back, leaning to kiss him one last time.

“Good night, doll”.

a / n: i hope you have enjoyed the fluffiness of these three chapters because the fourth is gonna be... chaotic.

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[dragon-kazansky]

House of Zemo

Based of prompts from this list

Gender neutral reader

[Masterlist]

"This didn't work out as I had intended."

♡♡♡

"As much as I love you, this was a foolish idea. I really should have been more convincing."

You smirk as you peek around the corner. Listening to Zemo through your earpiece was suppose to be helpful, but all he had done since you entered the building was moan. It was you who had convinced him to do this for you, as you would never be able to do this alone.

"Just admit it, Helmut, when it comes to me, you're weak to my charms."

You could practically hear him rolling his eyes, but you knew he was smiling. Even he couldn't deny the truth. You are his weakness, always.

"Still, as your husband I should have done more to prevent you from going through with this."

You smile softly and duck around the corner, making your way through the large office. The late night workers were still about and you had been waiting for a clearing to move.

"Trust me, Helmut. This isn't my first rodeo."

"I know. I still worry. You're playing with fire - take a right into the next hall, the office you're looking for his up ahead."

You follow his directions.

"I'm sorry I make you worry, but I need those files. In his hands, everything I've worked for goes to ruin. I need to do this."

Helmut is quiet on the other end. You hear a sigh.

"I should have gone to get them instead. You do realise he is still in the building, yes?"

"I know. Is he still upstairs?" You ask, finding the door to the office. It's locked.

"Yes. Please hurry."

Your heart melts at the slight pleading tone he has. You know he worries about you. He always does. It's not really fair that you put his through this. You're 40 floors up, he's outside out of sight. If something goes wrong, he won't be able to get to you quick enough. Helmut is scared something will go wrong and he won't be able to help you.

He has felt this way before.

The door clicks open and you enter. You check behind you to make sure the coast is still clear. Seeing no one, you enter the office.

The room is dark. You can just about make out the outline of the furniture as the door closes behind you.

"What do you see?"

"Not a lot, hang on, I need a light."

You go to take out the little flashlight you brought with you, but before you even manage to turn it on, someone speaks.

"Allow me."

The office is then flooded with light. You blink to adjust to the sudden brightness. Your heart plummets.

Sitting right there in his big leather chair ad the CEO of this building. The man who holds your past in his hands. Fear strikes you at the core as you realise you've fucked up somewhere.

"You're suppose to be upstairs..."

"The phone you bugged for my location is upstairs. I've been waiting for you." He stands from his chair. This man is seriously tall and seriously dangerous.

"What's happening?"

You ignore Helmut in your ear. You have to be careful here. You have to find an exit that will let you leave alive, and not in a body bag.

"How did you know?" You ask.

"I have ears and eyes all over. You belong to me." He holds up the folder. Your eyes burn into it. Every little secret about your past was contained within it. You would become public enemy number one if it ever got out.

You would be taken away from Helmut.

"Please... just give it to me."

He shakes his head.

"With this in my hand, I can make you bend and kneel to my command."

Blackmail. There is nothing you wouldn't do if it meant keeping everything out of the press, our of public eye. You need to remain under everyone's noses if you wanted to live peacefully.

Helmut calls your name in your ear. Tears well up in your eyes.

"I'm sorry," you mutter.

Neither Helmut or the man in front of you know who you're apologising to, and you're not sure you know either. It just felt right to say those words as you pull up your gun and aim.

Helmut hears a gunshot and then static. He's lost you. He calls your name once, twice, three times. By the fourth it's more desperate.

Anger runs through his veins.

Helmut is going to kill a man. He swears by it. Picking up his own gun, he throws his own earpiece down and exits his vehicle, marching around the corner to head into the building.

He would get you out of there if it was the last thing he did. Every step he took was dull of anger and hatred for the man who dared they and take you from him.

He neared the doors, ready to enter the building, but somebody came rushing out and collided with him.

Two familiar arms embrace him. He melts under their warm touch. He knows it's you. He always knows when it's you.

"This didn't work out as I had intended."

He would laugh at your words, but all he could think about right now was that you're OK and that you're here. He hugs you tight, savouring your hug.

"I thought I lost you for a moment," he whispers.

You squeeze him, eyes closed and brow furrowed. You hate the thought of him thinking he had lost you for good.

"I'm right here."

"What happened?" He asks.

You pull away just enough to look up at him.

"I shot the lightbulb on his lamp to darken the room again. I ducked the second I pulled the trigger because he fired back. He hit the door behind me and it alerted his men. One of them came in to see what was happening, I used those few seconds to get out of the room and run. I tricked them into thinking I was heading further up, but I was making my way down on the opposite side of the building. I didn't stop until I got here. We should really go though."

Helmut takes your hand and you begin to flee from the site.

"Did you get it?"

You smile and pull the folder out from under your jacket.

"Yes, and we should burn this. No one should ever get their hands on it again."

Helmut smiles softly at you.

He should never doubt you. He knows you're capable and can handle yourself, but he worries beyond belief. When it comes to you, he doesn't want to take the risk of losing you.

"Let's go home."

"Sounds good to me."

[drippingmoon]

This or That Writer Edition

Done this before, but y'know, you're completely right @sleepy-night-child. I'm gonna take this as an opportunity to ramble some more because I really feel like it. Thanks so much, nightfriend❤ this really is therapeutic

And for that matter, anyone can join me. Open tag<3 the questions will be, uh, behind the cut.

1. historical or futuristic

I kinda love reading about history hahaha, and it was mostly fantasy in medieval settings that got me into writing, so this is a no-brainer. (Even my sci-fi shortie will have some dated technology🤣 for plot reasons, of course)

2. the opening or closing chapter

Mmm idk what it is about them, but endings always come to me naturally🥰 surprisingly with 'quiv it was both, but it was also meant to be a short story before it spun out of control🤷‍♀️ and though I kinda know where I wanna start Icy, fun fact! I have the endings for all three books down and detailed😇 I guess it's always the ending that draws me to writing a story🥺

3. light + fluffy or dark + gritty

how do you even separate them. Okay, when I first started writing I was all for the latter, but that changed quickly. 'Quiv has me loving it as much as I do especially because at its core it was a warmer, gentler story full of hope🥰

4. animal companion or found family

Before 'quiv, my casts used to be fully animal or >50% comprised of animal characters. Even now angel mannerisms are more bird-like in nature than human🤣 animals have always owned my entire heart❤ you've never known true love until you've had it curl in your lap🥺 Also, I'm all for the 'two people against the world' which doesn't really fit found families

5. horror or romance

Just saying, the Turning🤷‍♀️ and some of you might know I'm all about platonic love, soooo. Oh, and my sci-fi shortie will also be horror🤔 though I guess Icy breaks the mold and is a romantic comedy...

6. hard or soft magic system

Can't really have dances and song as time and emotion magic feature as a hard system. And I like to surprise myself when writing too🤣 so no systems. Would make me anxious and 100% like all my plans I would *not* follow them lol

7. standalone or series

...not gonna lie, I'm really drawn to series🤣 but that's also how I got burnt out, and since 'quiv is my love, I'll go with standalones. They're a much different writing experience🤔 feel a lot more compact. There's no "later", and that hit differently and in a good way😳

8. one project at a time or always juggling 2+

I did try juggling. I really did. I said, if I get in the mood to start something else, then that's what I'm gonna do. But apparently only one wip can devour my entire mind at a time, and though I can brainstorm for the others, after a few hours I just yearn to go back to 'quiv, you know? It's complete brainrot🥰🥰

9. one award winner or one bestseller

One finished book, I digress lmao

10. fantasy or sci-fi

^same as the historical/futuristic one. I guess fantasy doesn't have aliens🤔 and it's been growing on me lately with all y'all wips🥺🥰 but fantasy will always be my beloved

11. character or setting description

Character descriptions run the risk of turning into lists😬 I mean, settings also should. But for some reason they've also come more naturally to me, and I enjoy them loads more🥰 and lately I've started describing characters like settings, ie 'as beautiful as rain' 🤣🤣 but that's cheating. Also also. Let me just say. Star descriptions🥺 idk how angels in space came to me as an idea, but it was by far the best I've ever had. I have so much fun writing the setting💞

12. first or final draft

If final drafts are anything like, second, third, fourth drafts, then first drafts oh my god

13. Literary or commercial genre

I don't believe in these genres lol

14. love triangle in everything or no romance arcs

Never seen the appeal about love triangles, but then again I'm not a romance person. Just give me two people loving each other deeply and it'll turn into 'quiv I'll be satisfied🥰🥰 and no, for the record, it doesn't have to be carnal for it to be love or soulmates to me

15. constant sandstorm or rainstorm

How can you not love rain?? For plot-related reasons or not, once it gets to the rainy season I really feel like it's restored some life to me🥰🥰 and rainy settings are godsends for scenes. That, and I've never been fond of desert settings

[aurumacadicus]

Thor x tony, clothes thief

Thor/Tony 👀👀👀 I love

Clothes Thief

"Oh dear," Thor said when he arrived back at the tower to find Tony's clothes strewn about the common room. Steve was holding Clint on his shoulders in an attempt to pick a sock off the light fixture. "This doesn't bode well."

"Here's a list," Natasha said, handing him a notepad with a surprisingly long list of missing garments.

"Did he literally strip you of clothes you were wearing, or," Thor trailed off, grabbing the sheet of paper to tear it free only to find that the list continued onto a second piece. He flipped that over too. "Three pages?"

"Steve, Natasha, and I do our laundry together because we know if we don't, we won't fold it, and Tony's tired of pulling knives or Steve's shield out of the wall when we think our laundry chair is a demon in the night," Clint explained, ignoring the way Steve muttered violently at him when he made him bob and weave to keep him upright.

"In our defense, we thought he was in a business meeting," Natasha added, shrugging a little.

"A fourth page," Thor said sternly when he saw the list continued that far as well. "At this point, you deserve it."

"He bit Steve," Clint said.

Steve perked up and held up his arm, which still showed a dark, teeth-shaped welt on his forearm. "He's like a shark."

"You still deserve it," Thor muttered. "You should have done your laundry in one of your rooms."

"We thought he was in a business meeting," Natasha reminded him.

"That was your first mistake," Thor replied shortly. "A fifth page. I'm only going to half-heartedly find these or you."

Steve, Clint, and Natasha considered this. Finally, Natasha said, "Two pages would be enough."

"He stole all my socks," Clint added, letting out a cry of triumph once he finally swiped the sock down from the light fixture. "If you can't get any back, I'm keeping these pair. They probably cost more than all the ones I've bought, anyway."

Thor sighed, leafing through the list again. "I'll see what I can do," he said, frowning. His eyes lingered on the list for a moment before he looked back at Natasha.

"I understand I won't be getting all of it back, so he better be ready to take me lingerie shopping," Natasha told him firmly, and Steve tripped over a shirt that hadn't been stolen and he and Clint both toppled to the ground.

Thor and Natasha stared at them for a moment, but then Clint mumbled 'I'm okay' and Steve groaned loudly, so. It was probably fine. "Just so you know," Thor said before he turned to leave. "He was in a business meeting, which is why I wasn't here. So he definitely left it specifically to swoop in while you were folding clothes together."

"If Pepper shows up, I am jumping directly into the garbage chute," Clint said, just before the elevator doors closed again.

.-.

"Listen you little gremlin," Thor said, bursting into the bedroom.

Tony screeched and flailed off the bed. The bed was covered in purloined garments. Thor took a moment to be endlessly tired before Tony popped back up on the other side of the bed, arms already trying to swipe any clothes within reach close to him. "I got these fair and square."

"You stole them," Thor corrected. "Clint says he's out of socks."

"He's only got three pairs and none of them match," Tony scoffed immediately.

Thor ran a hand over his face. "If I let you steal my cape, will you give me everything to give back?"

"I will give you.... two pages worth," Tony replied magnanimously.

"No," Thor said. "Tony."

"I have to go to China for a business trip and I want hugs," Tony growled.

"Literally if you just told them that," Thor began, then took a deep breath. He let it back out slowly, then started again more calmly. "You may keep a sweater from each of them."

"Natasha's not getting her lingerie back," Tony said mulishly. "It's shit. I'm getting her nice stuff. This bralette is itchy."

Thor rolled his eyes and sighed, walking over to the bed to gather as much of the clothes as he could together. He couldn't help but watch fondly as Tony scampered around him and pawed three sweaters free. "I hope you don't steal any of the nice lingerie you buy Natasha, Tony. That's quite personal."

"You're saying you don't want to see me in a lacy bra and thong?" Tony asked skeptically.

Thor swallowed down an 'only if they were yours,' because Tony would certainly come up with some sort of loophole, instead letting his lips spread into a languid smile. "I'd prefer you covered in my cape and nothing else," he corrected, trying to sound suggestive as possible.

Tony squawked in embarrassment and flailed into the closet so hide his sweaters. Thor couldn't help but stare after him, wondering if he'd ever stop being surprised by his lover and sincerely doubting it.