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Goat mumbo!!!! :3
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#mumbo jumbo#mumbo fanart#mcyt fanart#hermitcraft#hermitblr#berry not talking to the void for once#berry art#took me a month LMAO WHOOPS#ask game#i will try finishing the prompts i got over in december slowly
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"Threads of blood unfurled, extending outward. Right before they should have converged into one they passed each other by."
#my art#svsss#shen jiu#yue qingyuan#qijiu#technically :')#we 👏 love 👏 ~layers~ 👏#or at least i do LMAO#been meaning to finish this for a while#it's been *checks watch*#like 6 months whoops haha#i just want shen jiu to be happy ;-;#fun fact i was trying to remember the quote#it took me a hot sec to remember i had the actual book lmao#the top looks so empty but i had no idea what to put there 😭
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My new plan of action is to be more unapologetically me at work while still being work me because I am fucking tired of everything and my lack of fucks has apparently hit a new level so instead of fretting about that I am just accepting the damage periods of unemployment does to my personality (work personality? Ability to maintain said personality?) And going with it. If it works great. If it doesn't then they gotta fire me it is whatever I am not even pretending like I care to make a cookie cutter impression.
#i taught my boss's boss how to sneak alcohol into venues at the end of the day (she asked. usually i would be like oh idk about all that.#nah fuck it whatever i got you) but i also balanced it with explaining how working for promoters works because her teenager daughter has#some overlapping interests and i was like ohhh well let me tell you what she should look into when she turns 18 but some of them she might#need to wait till 21#so maybe itll be okay despite the hiccup with me learning how their pto police kinda fucking sucks and i acted like it could be a deal#breaker. but said maybe not i would have to wait and see.#which is true. i didnt fake it i went full “idk if i really need this job but lets see if i *want* this job instead* ya know yall seem like#great ppl doing great work 😌D#did send them into a panic accidentally at the end of the night like “thank you all for your help today and everything” and homegirl was#like leaning back in her chair like o#*like 🤨 oh shit? but no i meant just with training in general#should not have worded it like that because it did sound like i was about to be like “but this isnt the right fit for me so I wont be back#nooooo. whoops. lmao.#i realize this is from the accumulation of my personal flaws and my general abrasiveness but#they shouldnt let me start at new orgs this many times. they should because i sadly need money and a career but really.#i like to think my skill hard work and extremely decent attendance makes it balance out#but i do think i am like hi im here to ruffle your feathers because i do not have the attitude you are expecting as an employer in#(redacted) but it is gonna be like. just enough it might l#*piss some ppl off but not enough for others. but some of you will adore me. you probably shouldnt#but you will. in fact you may cry if i leave as historical proof shows.#and oh i will leave. eventually. because i fucking love leaving#but if you cant figure that out from my resume and took me at my word (fair tho) then that is on you#hopefully though this is okay and i can stay put 2-3 years and promote or transfer. their pto sucks less after 3 years anyways because#that policy becomes less of an issue#but idk. we shall see. they also have blackout months for time off. which like. i am also not keen on.#but like they do also offer overtime those same months so ehhhh#i like extra money but kinda also hate working weekends. so idk.#like is that a benefit? i dont know that that offsets it.#im picky because shittier employers in shittier jobs had better time off benefits so. like cmon now.#-pers
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y'know it's a wonder I haven't had MORE weird medical shit happen to me tbh, like--a total lack of it, to the point I've not even been in a hospital since arriving on Planet Earth
...then again there's a few times I probably should've gone, in retrospect, but welp too late for THAT now (having a wild-ass pain tolerance is not quite the boon it looks like on the surface lmao)
#; ooc thingamabobs#the Ulcer Incident ranking right up there with YOU REALLY SHOULD HAVE SEEN SOMEONE EARLIER BEAVIS#3-month semi-migraine and near-starvation yay...#and it still somehow took me until 2014? 15? well AFTER college to realize I should probably be on antianxieties. WHOOPS#also still somehow got B's in all my classes that semester. somehow. possibly through pity-grades lmao#also also managed to ignore having sleep apnea for 10+ years while doing well at a high-intensity engineering job. SOMEHOW.#...starting to think I have a fairly high Misery Tolerance in addition to a high pain tolerance actually. hm.#THAT SAYS NOTHING ABOUT MY CHILDHOOD. DON'T LOOK INTO IT--
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I know you said you are stepping away for a bit so no pressure BUT Brodsfabes and Anyway by Rebecca Black. idkk I'm thinking about the upcoming offseason and how the season went for the wild and then injuries and the whole rookie/veteran. Anyways.
Sleepwalkin’ through life like a daydream Time's not on our side and you wanna buy mine I'm free falling through my heart’s vacancy When the signs say that we're insane I'm gonna, gonna love you anyway I'm callin' out, can you hear me? 'Cause this silence is deafening (Is deafening) No matter how we try, we're in a different place and time But what we have is too good to release
The season doesn’t start off well, and it doesn’t seem to get much better as they continue through it. But it’s Brock’s rookie season and he still feels like it's a dream when he wakes up every morning. Being able to practice and play for his home team with players that he grew up watching, even some of the recent additions from the offseason being some sort of star that he never expected to be on the team with.
It’s Jonas that gets most of his attention of course. Brock never thought he would be able to play with him, get anything besides maybe tips and critiques from the vet. Some of the guys call it hero worship, others teasing him and calling it a crush, sometimes both. He doesn’t mind the teasing, it's just part of being one of the guys.
It was a crush, one that Jonas noticed and at first was careful to not give him any hope that their relationship would be anything more than friends, keeping it professional. Which Brock was understanding, but a long standing crush like that doesn’t just go away overnight, or over the course of a week or two. And it was annoying, Brock constantly trying to fight with the butterflies from either the crush or too much caffeine and adrenaline coursing through him every time he took the ice with Jonas, always fearing that he would mess something up, come on too strong in a way that wasn’t okay. But eventually Jonas saw him for what he is, a twenty one year old rookie with a lot to prove. It had become a bit of a thing between them, Brock usually sneaking out of Jonas’ hotel room, Jonas bringing extra clothes to the rink and waiting for him to finish up to drive them back to his apartment.
And then the last few months hit, Brock forcing himself to play through fractured ribs cause fuck being put on the injured list, he wants to play all of his rookie season. He wants to learn as much as he can through play, not from video or the sidelines, an injury wasn’t going to stop him.
Jonas seemed to be concerned with the decision, sitting him down and telling him that if Jonas thinks it’s too much and that he’s too injured he will force him to go on the injured list, saying “you’re the future of the team, can’t have you getting too fucked up in your first season Fabes.”
Which leads them to now, Brock sitting across the table from Jonas in the common room, little kitchenette already in the process of being cleaned out, missing most of the cups and mugs it had during the season. They had both brought in drinks, Jonas with his little paper coffee cup heading towards empty on the table, Brock sipping on his iced coffee while they sit in. Well, he wouldn’t say comfortable silence, but it also wasn’t uncomfortable either, just a weird feeling, mostly from the season being over and so uneventful if he had to guess.
He knows his disappointment is probably palpable, most of the guys were upset as well, but they had all focused on having what fun they could and just trying to build chemistry as a team after being eliminated from contention. But he already knows that this isn’t what Jonas pulled him aside and sat him down for.
“So, I’m going to play for Sweden in worlds.”
Brock nods at that, fiddling with his cup. He’s pretty sure they had already talked about it, he had been a little disappointed that he had to heal up, unable to play against Jonas in the summer. But also there’s something else in Jonas’ voice, almost a question.
“Did…did you want me to come with you or something? I mean, I would but also-”
He watches Jonas’ tongue dart out, looking like he’s trying to pick his words carefully. It makes Brock’s stomach clench.
“I wouldn’t say no but you need to rest. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’ll see you in a few months.”
And there it is. He’d figured it was coming at some point.
“Ah…okay yeah that’s-uh that’s fine. I’ll still be here.”
Jonas looks away for a little too long, Brock downing the rest of his iced coffee with a bit of regret, stomach now feeling even worse.
“We can still call and text, it’s just a pause for the summer.”
“Oh yeah no that’s fine, like I said, I’ll still be here Brods.”
He really doesn’t want to think about the fact that he’s only signed for another year, that he’ll have to go through contract negotiations. Even less so about the fact that Jonas is nine years older, been in the league for twelve plus years and how once his contract is up, he’s likely retiring. And leaving Brock.
“I leave in a week and I’m going to go pack after this, did you want to come over?”
Brock won’t tell him any of his fears about that, he just wants to keep doing whatever it is that they’re doing, enjoying the time they have left together.
“Yeah, meet you there?”
Brock gets up from the little table as Jonas gives him a nod, small smile on his lips. He would hold on to this anyway he can, for as long as he can.
#hrpf#ask fics#brodsfabes#so like. this took me a lot longer than i was expecting#like. almost a month longer whoops#but thats mostly cause when i was able to write i got bit by the dewey bug again lmao#i hope this kinda makes sense and fits the prompt?#anyways! thank you as always <33#no im not awake i just decided to schedule this so it wasnt posted at midnight
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always fun to remind myself of the side effects of my thyroid meds
#the first time i treated my thyroid my endo was like ‘i havent had a patient who had this happen for a while so im due for one’ THANKS MAN#personal#im just waiting for it to hurry up and work. my health has PLUMMETED in the last week or so#im so sick and i can’t DO ANYTHING. including SLEEP. even if i was getting enough good sleep i was be exhausted but i’m not so.#the energy’s doing Great#and i’m so hungry all the time but also nauseous so all food is unappealing#genuinely have no idea how i made it through years 7-10 undiagnosed. no wonder i ended up with such a severe phobia of going to bed????????#i don’t have to worry about routine right now so it’s not as stressful (just horrible because i’m so tired) but i COULDNT SLEEP back then#im just relieved that this time it was found through a routine check rather than me getting a test because of symptoms#usually i test when my anxiety gets really bad in a specific way#but my anxiety isn’t bad this time. no panic attacks and also no migraines. those are all usually the worst to deal with#so comparatively this isn’t even a particularly bad episode?/relapse?/flare?#still more sick than i’ve been in……..years?#im not sure if covid was better or worse. but it was only really bad for a week#this’ll be worse overall because it’ll last a lot longer#hopefully only a month or two but that’s still a few months of my life that just vanish. cool!!!!!!!!!!!#and there wasn’t even a notable event to trigger it this time. first time was whooping cough and subsequent times have been things like—#starting uni and then the last 2 years of uni where i took 10 units in one year then overworked myself doing my thesis#im SLIGHTLY worried that maybe i’ve developed rheumatoid arthritis and that set it off because it’s also autoimmune#i should see my gp soon to get a general antibody test. my joint have been so bad it’s been hard to walk for quite a few months#idk man it all sucks. but for now at least i have my white blood cells (even if they’re literally the problem lmao)
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fanmix myself, 2023 edition
genuinely almost can't believe i have TWO of these on here now (i do one of these every two years ish.) time really does pass huh... ANYWAY here's the link, and full tracklist under the cut, plus me rambling :) please talk to me about any of these songs my little brain will esplode
a song you like with a color in the title: forever yellow skies by the cranberries
a song you like with a number in the title: 10,000 emerald pools by børns
a song that reminds you of summertime: rain king by counting crows (literally the album of visiting my fiance the summer after i graduated college. song of joy and also freedom)
a song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about: all the small things by blink 182 (no i don't want to talk about it)
a song that needs to be played LOUD: bulls in the bronx by pierce the veil (i'm in agony but this song is so good)
a song that makes you want to dance: genghis khan by miiike snow (obviously)
a song to drive to: one week by the barenaked ladies (specifically if you're stuck in traffic. bnl are really good at making songs that are good for listening to in really bad traffic somehow)
a song about drugs or alcohol: home again garden grove by the mountain goats (had this one on repeat for about 2 weeks straight somewhat recently)
a song that makes you happy: tunak tunak tun by daler mehndi (also had this one on repeat recently. the vibes are immaculate)
a song that makes you sad: in corolla by the mountain goats (self explanatory)
a song that you never get tired of: awake my soul by mumford and sons (this is on one of the first albums i ever bought with my own money and i still never skip it to this day. it's SO good.)
a song from your preteen years: my song from angel beats… the memories of playing minecraft on the family computer with the angel beats songs playing in the background are SO strong...
one of your favorite 80’s songs: i wanna dance with somebody by whitney houston
a song that you would love played at your wedding: run away with me adam neely cover (my fiance introduced me to this song and it's honestly one of the Very Few songs he likes that i genuinely love lmao)
a song that is a cover by another artist: BILLY COBB hide and seek (ignore that the previous song is also a cover lol. billy cobb does some of my favorite covers of all time. i've lost count of how many times i've played this, running up that hill, and linger honestly)
one of your favorite classical songs: edward elgar's cello concerto!!! specifically as played by jacqueline du pre (i'm NOT sorry for the length. listen!!!!! it's so so so so so good!!!)
a song from the year that you were born: how's it going to be by third eye blind (literally the way he shouts at the end is top vocals of all time imo)
a song that makes you think about life: the times they are a-changin by bob dylan (the first time i heard this song it was simon and garfunkel's cover and let me tell you. it fucked me up. listened to it probably 10 times in a row)
a song that has many meanings to you: wish you were here by pink floyd (song of very potent memories plus the actual song is like. woof. plus the double hit combo. you know how it is)
a favorite song with a person’s name in the title: jenny was a friend of mine by the killers (self explanatory. this song fucks.)
a song that moves you forward: hark to the music by ezra furman
a song that you think everybody should listen to: foundations of decay by my chemical romance (hello!! obviously)
a song by a band you wish were still together: tumble by stabilo (i have so many thoughts about this song it needs its own separate post also this is my favorite band that no one cares about)
a song by an artist no longer living: paradise by the dashboard light by meat loaf (my curse of getting into someone and then they die 2 years later continues with this man)
a song that makes you want to fall in love: better than by gretchen parlato (this one doesn't make me want to fall in love as much as it reminds me of a time when i was falling in love. close enough.)
a song that breaks your heart: addict with a pen by twenty one pilots
a song by an artist with a voice that you love: dead of night by orville peck (first song of his i ever heard and one of my top 3 of his still. his voice is EVERYTHING in this song, i fell in love instantly.)
a song that you remember from your childhood: i need you to love me by barlowgirl (... i have issues.)
a song that reminds you of yourself: midnight by tyler glenn (the issues strike again. genuinely cried the first time i listened to this song lol)
#own post#my incurable playlist curation hobby#it may be suppressed due to me no longer being in crisis mode and also having a full time job but it is not gone!#i used an old ask meme for this lmao#love how i said i would post this in the morning and then it took me almost a month to get around to it... whoops :)
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Practice
Pairing: Namjoon x f. reader
Genre: pwp, smut, established relationship
Summary: Namjoon has a baby niece and it gives you both baby-making thots. Time to get some practice in.
Word count: 2k
Content: unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control); oral sex (f. receiving), lil bit of biting
A/N: I think this was a request? Pretty sure because I don't tend to have baby-making thoughts lmaooo not even for Joon 😂 this has been moderately edited but please forgive any typos lmao I've been belting out ballads as I've been writing whoops
You stared, transfixed, at the tiny, precious bundle in your arms as she yawned widely and shut her eyes. You lowered your head to give hers a big sniff. Who knew what that smell really was? A scent that all brand-new babies shared and no one had yet bottled. Intoxicating.
“God, smell her, Joonie. Isn’t it the best?”
Namjoon did as you instructed and grinned.
“Yeah, it’s pretty good.”
You gently leant back and Joon scooted closer, resting his chin on your shoulder, both staring down at the tiny human in your arms. She was brand new – brand new! not even a week old! – and utterly perfect: enormous dark eyes framed by the thickest, darkest lashes you’d ever seen; podgy little thighs and miniscule fingers curled into the softest little fist. It almost brought you to tears. You couldn’t believe how perfect she was.
You had hoped that his sister bringing new life into the world would have distracted his family from asking you and Joon when you would get your act together and marry… In a way, it had: they just started asking when you would be having kids. His sister and her husband hadn’t been together that much longer than the two of you had, but had somehow made it down the aisle and into the maternity ward already. You and Joon had talked about having kids ‘sometime’, ‘in the future’, ‘when we’re ready’. You had to admit this was accelerating those timelines. You couldn’t help but think about what your baby might look like, what Joon would be like as a dad, what you’d be like as a mum. Your heart clenched at the thought.
*
“I can’t believe I’m an uncle,” Joon says as you enter your apartment later that evening, kicking off his boots and shedding his puffer coat. “I don’t feel old enough! I’m not grown-up enough to have a niece!”
“Get used to it, old man! This is just the start!” You laughed as you took off your scarf, gloves and hat. “Wasn’t she perfect?”
Namjoon wrapped you in his arms and kissed you lightly. You shivered, maybe from the change in temperature from the cold outside. Maybe.
“She was pretty perfect, but I reckon our babies will be better.”
He kissed you again.
“Oh, our babies, eh? Tell me about them.”
“I think we’ll have three,” he began as he kissed your neck. “Two boys and a girl, boy first. Close together in age so they can be close. Obviously, they’ll have your eyes-”
“And your brain.”
“And your heart.”
He tightened his grip on you and kissed you deeper.
“And when are we expecting these kids to come along?”
He pretended to think about it for a moment.
“Well, the first one probably in about nine months’ time, what do you say?”
He grinned at you and you laughed.
“Wow, one niece and that’s all it takes? Have you thought this through?”
“Ah, we can practise, can’t we? It does make perfect, after all.”
“You’ve got a point.”
Namjoon swiped an arm over the sideboard, shifting keys and bags and wallets onto the floor, and then he lifted you onto it, kissing your shoulder and your neck and your jaw. You hadn’t expected such a reaction from him, hadn’t thought that he’d be the one needy and desperate after an hour in a baby’s company, but you weren’t complaining. Far from.
You grabbed his hair to pull his face to yours and you kissed him hard, taking his bottom lip in your teeth. His hands found their way under your jacket, under your jumper, and he ran a thumb over your nipple, cupping your breast as his tongue tangled with yours. You were quick to pull Namjoon’s hoodie off and quicker to be frustrated by layer after layer of warm clothes. You were burning up all over, the cold outside a long-forgotten memory now. All you could feel was the heat, on your skin, in your core, between your body and his. You were simmering, the flame growing taller, licking across your hips, down your thighs.
Namjoon shiver, finally naked from the waist up, and you kissed the goosebumps rising all over his flesh.
“Maybe we should go to the bedroom,” he laughed.
“What? You mean you don’t want to have sex right by our front door? I mean, I guess we can go to the bedroom, if you really want, if-”
He silenced you with a kiss and picked you up. You kissed his face all over and bit down on the soft flesh of his earlobe as he carried you to the bedroom. When he let you down, you discarded your remaining close with as much haste as you could muster. The sight of his naked body would never get old for you: his strong, thick thighs; perfectly defined V-line; the little happy trail of hair leading to his belly button; his soft, smooth skin; his stiff cock, hot in your hand as you wrapped your fingers around it and pumped.
He grabbed you by the back of the neck and brought your face close to his.
“You know they say you’re more likely to conceive if you have at least one orgasm,” he whispered to you. You chuckled.
“I don’t think we’ll have any problems there, will we?”
Namjoon pushed you onto the bed and leant down from above you. The dark lust in his eyes lightened for a second as he looked at you and he kissed you gently on the lips.
“I love you, really; I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
You kissed him once and then again and then again, each a little less soft than the one before. Because you loved him, because he loved you, because you were so sickly sweet, gooey and soft for each other, but you were also needy now, thirsty, hungry for him. Love was all well and good but you wanted to be fucked.
“Now are you going to make me come or what?”
He laughed and playfully tapped your cheek before offering you a cheeky salute.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He kissed your collar bone as his fingers found your clit. He kissed your breasts as his fingers slipped and curled inside you and his thumb rubbed your swollen bud. His kisses trailed down your stomach and his tongue replaced his thumb against you; he sucked hard as his fingers thrummed and you let yourself go to him, melted into the mattress, limbs heavy and hot.
“Fuck,” you breathed, moaning as his tongue flicked back and across. It surprised you still, every time, how quickly he could turn you to jelly, how easily he could get you off. He knew your every move, every gesture, every twitch, every flush of your skin, every different, little noise you let slip as he worked you over. Practice, he’d said. As if he needed it.
Namjoon removed his fingers briefly and ran his tongue across your entrance. Taking one of your lips in his mouth, he bit lightly and you squirmed.
“Harder,” you panted and you could feel him grin against you. He clamped his teeth harder and his fingers returned to your clit, rubbing your arousal all over, making a mess of you. He trapped it tightly between two fingers and rolled them back and forth. He bit the soft flesh of your inner thigh and hot skin of your mound; he kissed the crease of your hips and pushed your legs open wider. All the while, you could feel the pressure build inside you, you walls spasming and clenching as you neared your climax. You gripped the bedsheets tight as you moaned, pulling hard as the waves rolled through your body.
Namjoon’s mouth was back on your clit, sucking and licking; his fingers back inside you, hooking and curling against you. He held you down as you bucked beneath him, crying out as pleasure overwhelmed you. He didn’t stop, didn’t falter, didn’t stutter as you came all over him, gushing over his hand, clenching his fingers inside you. Unable to utter a coherent string of words, you tapped him on the head for relief. He came up for air, mouth shiny and sticky, and lay a line of sloppy kisses across your stomach and your breasts and your chest.
You pulled his face to yours and kissed him, tasting yourself all over his lips and his tongue.
“Ok,” you said, breathlessly. “Orgasm, check. Time to pretend to make a baby?”
He chuckled, the noise rumbling deep in his chest and kissed you again. He seemed in no rush, but you had never had the patience. You reached between you to take him in your hand again; his tip was slick with pre-cum and your thighs trembled in anticipation of him inside you.
“Imagine, though,” you whispered as he guided himself towards your waiting wings. “If we had a baby-”.
You gasped as he pushed himself inside you, your eyes fluttering shut, your cunt fluttering around him.
“Babe,” he said, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes looking deep into yours when you opened them. He rolled his hips. “Our baby is going to be the best baby there’s ever been.”
You nodded and let your eyes roll back, feeling every contour of him against your tight slip. A baby. Namjoon’s baby. Couldn’t be anything but the best.
“Best baby ever,” you agreed, breathless and whiny. “’Cause you’re the best.”
Namjoon nipped at your earlobe.
“No, ’cause we’re the best.”
“I love you.” The words barely audible as your breath escaped in shallow bursts. “I love you, I love you.”
He lay so close on top of you that your torsos met as he thrust harder and harder, his breath becoming laboured, his groans louder. You whined quietly in his ear and tugged at his hair; you wrapped your legs around him and the two of you moaned in unison when he hit deeper inside you. He lifted himself up on to his hands, looking down at you with half-closed eyes. He wanted to come on your tits, spray himself over your chest and mark you as his own, his and only his, but then he thought about coming inside you, making a baby – even a pretend one – and he felt all his muscles twitch. You were on birth control so it wasn’t as if this was the first time he’d ever come inside you, but it felt different this time. He felt closer to you. He felt like this meant something different. This was something you had done dozens, even hundreds of times, but it was different this time.
“Fuck,” he growled, feeling close to the edge.
He thrust faster, breathing hard, looking down at you: your messy hair, hand over your eyes, mouth agape, your smooth skin and kiss-swollen lips, the mole on your left breast, the tiny scar by your hairline. As the blood roared in his ears, he felt his heart clench, not knowing how it was possible to love one person quite this much. With a sudden shudder, he came, shooting his hot seed inside you, his muscles tight, his jaw clenched.
He fell on top of you, still inside you. You both lay still for a moment, no sound in the air but your breathing, no sound in your ears but the thumping of your heart. You felt hot inside and out, tingling with pleasure and relief.
“I love you,” he whispered, bringing your hand to his lips. With your legs still wrapped tight, you wrapped your arms around him too and kissed his forehead.
“I love you, too, Joonie.”
“That was-…”
“Yeah.”
You patted just above where your uterus rested.
“See you in nine months, mate!”
Namjoon laughed and you felt it in your own chest.
“Maybe next time, it shouldn’t be just for practice.”
He looked at you searchingly. Your heart flipped.
“You want to have a baby with me for real, Joon?”
“I want to have everything with you.”
You shuffled beneath him, bringing your faces closer.
“Ok,” you whispered, your faces so close that your lips touched his as you spoke. “I’ll make an appointment and get my IUD removed.”
Namjoon nodded.
“But does next time have to wait ’til then? ’Cause I’d really like to practise some more.”
Namjoon grinned.
“Well, it does make perfect.”
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Giving to the poor
Hobie brown x G/N!reader
Request: hobie with a ballerina reader who is also a HUGE bookworm-dont ask me where the idea came from because idk either lol- I kinda just wanted to see how that would maybe look?
Warnings: none? Mentions of theft
Story type: Headcannons
A/N: Not my best but please read my other fics!!
Masterlist | REQUESTS OPEN
You and Hobie don't have a ton in common
You are graceful, very sweet, and a little more awkward
Hobie is a little more- bold and rough
But you two couldn't be a better pair
He loves your smooth and sophisticated fighting style, thanks to your ballet
He thinks its hot how you almost make fighting into a dance, and can whoop anyone in heartbeat
You encourage him constantly to take up ballet, insisting that it'll do him good
"Football players do it! It helps balance and control, and you'd look fine in a leotard." You always plead
"I don't need help, I'm doin' just fine love. But I certainly would look good," He always says
In secret he'd probably watch ballet tutorials to see if its for him, to make you happy
He is FLOORED when he finds out how often you have to replace ballet slippers
"Every 6 months? That has to be so expensive!"
Just wait till he hears that you also have pointe shoes that get replaced every few months...
He will start to time out when you buy shoes and buy them for you
He listens to you rant about your terrible dance teacher and fellow ballerinas for as long as you want, nodding in agreement about how horrible they are
He'll do yoga with you (although he's not very bendy) to keep you flexible and let you laugh at how bad he is
As for your reading addiction, Hobie finds it adorable
The way you gasp and yell at your books as you read, your facial expressions that convey the emotion of the chapters, your particularity for how books should be handled, everything
He isn't the biggest reader but if you hype up a book he'll definitely check it out
You guys bond over ones you both like
"I like hunger games. We need more katniss's in the world to stick it to the man!" He says after finishing the series
Dystopian books make him mad and go on lectures about how the real government is just as bad and deteriorating and loves the wah you'll go off with him and agree and listen
Sometimes he loses you around headquarters and looks EVERYWHERE for you
Loses trust in everyone
"Have you seen them? Come on, think would ya? Yes you have, I know you have!"
Only to find you in an empty room either reading or practicing your ballet
Either way, he leans on the door frame and admire you until you notice him
"If you're gonna sneak away darlin' you could at least tell me, I worry." He scolds but smiles and sits next to you.
Hobie LOVES making people uncomfortable
He'll admire you fighting and just yell out how hot you are or how turned on he is, not caring who hears
He'll make out with you in front of anyone, anytime.
On a different note, when you obsessively buy books he wants to stop you but he can't because you look so cute with the way your face lights up at each cover
"I've been wanting this one!" Or, "I have this one but this is a different cover!"
He isn't all for traditional gender roles but he will pay for your stuff, just because he loves you. He lets you pay for him sometimes if you offer
He sometimes sneaks a book out, stealing it just because he hates the way you insist on following rules
"Here, I took this one for ya," he says
"Hobart Brown!" You scold but can't help being happy for the book
"What? I'm stealing from the rich," he gestures to the book store. "And giving to the poor," he ends, gesturing at you.
He gives to 'the poor' a lot
If you ever talk about a book to him that you want, it randomly appears on you bookshelf
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Sorry for the abrupt ending lmao
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paring: TF141 x male reader. rating: mature, MDNI. cw: (heavy stuff guys, I think) violence, death, implied suicide, failed suicide attempt, implied temporary death, morally grey reader, insanity, immortality, not a poly (lol too possessive irl for it, sorry). this story is... mostly just angst and mainly not finished (meaning possible serie? Idk). a/n: took me an eternity bc I didn't know who to write for... nice. Anyway, status update for steven grant x reader is scheduled for next week(Nov 30th). y'all went mad for it while I said I wasn't sure about it! lmao (psst, I approve) ~ ~ ~
When all sensations and feelings get ripped away from you, you realize that the wait is worse than pain.
And it grows more and more unbearable the longer years go by.
Wander the city without destination. Expect that cursed urge that comes yanking at your insides and guiding your body like a puppet. Never be sure when it'll come, but know that it will. At the start, it was nothing but a growing emptiness carving itself deep inside you, but now it’s become an insatiable hunger that never seems to leave you alone.
And when that urge eventually comes, it's worse than the wait.
The knowledge that you are finally about to fill the emptiness as you follow whatever it is that it’s tagging you along. The realization that you are nothing but a selfish bastard who is letting his greed guide his very being.
All at the simple price of a stole life.
You stand on the edge of the roof and peer into the streets below.
The longer you wait the more you feel like you’re fading away, and the deeper the hunger grows. And so here you are, jumping over the edge and glading down through the air like a leaf falling off a tree. Your feet brush against the pavement without a sound as you land at the mouth of the alley, the breeze blowing louder than your presence.
Deep into the alley, a man presses his back against the farthest wall, terror blurring his gaze as he grits his teeth. One of his arms hangs limply against his side while the other presses against his stomach over the nasty slash sipping blood into the fabric of his tunic. His eyes jump from the approaching thugs blocking every escape to the sword he’s lost somewhere near the entrance of the alley. It lays at your feet, useless.
The stench of death grows stronger the larger the stain of dripping blood grows under him. You creep closer, waiting.
“Sorry, pal,” one of the attackers says, a nasty grin tagging at his lips, “it’s you or us, y’know. Gunna be luckier next time, ay?” he raises both his arms over his head and brings his sword down onto his victim wih a final ‘whoosh’.
Blood splatters into the wall and the thieves are onto the body before it can even fall onto the ground, ripping at its belongings like vultures. It takes them less than a minute and soon they dart out of the alley cackling and whooping.
You stand over the body, staring at the despair frozen into its expression for what seems an eternity. Then you crouch down and lower yourself over it. A shriek cuts through the air but you are too far gone to care for it. Your body feels heavier as your soul sinks lower, bones and flesh latch into your very being. You let yourself go, ignoring all sounds that break the still silence surrounding you and all voices that echoe inside your head.
What if this is another failure? What if this is actually not possible?
You try to open your —his— eyes, but the lids are heavy and when you finally do open them, your vision is blurred. There is someone staring down at you, their hand slapping at your face to keep you awake. “—hear me? Help is on the way, but you need to stay awake.” Their voice is muffled, as if trying to talk to you through water, but their concern is palpable even for your half-conscious brain.
You grin at them.
You did it.
You’re alive!
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They've gotten good at it, you'll give them that. It hasn't been a month yet and they've already found you.
Granted, it's gotten challenging to stay hidden for longer than a few weeks before your needs start to mess with your head.
You're running, slipping through the crowd with delirious laughter. Adrenaline pumps through your veins, and you watch the helicopter follow your every move.
You won't be able to hide. You're trapped, and they know.
You shove a man out of your way, jump over the railing and land on the sidewalk below with a roll.
They've blocked the traffic and redirected it to keep any car or vehicle from running your way.
“They're learning,” you grin and glance over your shoulder, making sure they can see your expression. “Let's see how much, though.”
You push forward and rush your way to the other side of the road to the railing of the bridge. It's a fall of over fifty meters. This body will not survive the impact with the water below.
You're at the railing when something stabs into your side and an electric current sends your senses to overdrive.
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You wake up hurting. And it's one of the most intense pain you've experienced so far. But before you can scream at it, numbness spreads through your body, and all your senses grow muddled.
You can't move. You can't feel. Only see and hear, though even those are muffled.
It reminds you how it is to not have a body and not be able to do anything about it.
It's worse than the pain.
-
The second time you wake, you're sitting in a chair, head hanging and limbs restrained with more chain than it's probably strictly necessary.
The numbness is gone and you let yourself let out the softest sigh of relief.
There's a camera blinking at you from a corner of the ceiling and you let a smirk cut through your expression. It's sharper, meaner than you usually would give your hunters. But the memory of numbness they put you through sends phantom tingles to the end of your fingertips, and you can't find it in yourself to be anything but nasty right now.
There's an ugly, useless table made of metal before you, and you don't even stop yourself from rolling your eyes at it.
Right. At least they're not some mad scientist cutting you open to study how you work. Not that they'd find anything useful really.
The door past the table opens and your captures finally make their entrance.
“Is this how you make friends?” you says, leaning back into a lazy slump, despite the restraints, to stare at them as they move deeper into the room. “You electrocute them and tie them up with a nice, little steel ribbon?”
They're all wearing full masks (skulls, how fitting) and gear, covering most of their features besides the more obvious. Their height and the like.
It doesn't bother you. You're not here to familiarize with them, but it would have been nice to see the faces of those who've finally managed to catch you and lock you up.
“Have you no shame?” one of them says, but his tone doesn't betray his true emotions. He sits on the chair opposite yours and folds his hands in front of him, resting his arms onto the table.
There's four of them, the ramain three spread around the tiny room. Standing by the door or looming over your shoulder like a creep.
“You steal the faces of others and make whatever you want of their lives.”
“So? They are dead. Like it or not, they won't miss their lives since they'd already found a new one on the other side.”
There's nothing to hide here. They're simply trying to guilt trip you. Everyone knows what you are, and the world has been alerted about your existance. It's just that they've never managed to catch you.
What you do might be cruel to some. But to you, it's the only option you have to live.
Your 'victims' — as everyone so loves to call them — are already dead by the time your soul replaces theirs. You have never killed anyone but yourself and consequentially their empty body. But you have never taken the live of another to make it yourself with your own hands.
All you are doing is trying to keep your head above a water that is a life with no ability to feel. Sensations and emotions both. All you are doing is keeping from losing yourself to madness.
Is it too much to ask?
“They might be dead. But you're hurting those you love and care for them.” the man says, “dying isn't the problem. You are not the one hurting. Those who you leave behind, they are the ones to really suffer.”
The words are like a sword through the heart, sharp and incessantly slow as it sinks in. You hang your head and grit your teeth. “Shut up.”
Laughter echoes into your ears.
“Shut up!” the chains rattle and strain when you throw yourself forward. They leave angry bruises on your skin.
“This is not the end,” he smiles and cups your face, his frail, trembling hands passing through your cheeks as he forgets himself. “this— you'll find a way when you're ready. And I'll see you on the other side.”
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great follow up news everyone I HAVE DOWNLOADED THE TUMBLR APP 💥💥💥💥💥 (yes i've been using the website all this time lmao
i also recently have finished artttt it will be my first here after the deletion of my previous ones from a LOOOONG time ago
after being in my head for MONTHS she's finally here <3333 Marble Cake Cookie !!!!
yeah i intended of making a silly lawyer partner for Langue but also an older sibling of Marble Bread cause he deserves more content /silly
and uh Marble Danish suddenly appears sooo ‼️‼️‼️ he's the dad <333
LOREEE TALK uhm i still need to expand more buuut she's used to be in one academy as Langue which is basically how they met (i LOVE LOVEE old friends to lovers). though Langue graduated earlier than her so they lost contact for a while,,,, until one day they met again and it was like
a rainy day. Langue took a taxi to go home from his office (someone'a gotta take care of his parents /lh /pos) and the rain was sooo bad that basically its hard for everyone to find a ride home. then uhh someone was like "hey hey can i please please ride too?? i dont want to get too soggy..!!! /lh" and the driver was like "get in miss and i hope you dont mind my current passenger"—btw uhm Langue was already prepared for something like this. and then when she got in and looked at Langue and uhh
"OMG WAIT ARE YOU MARBLE CAKE????"
"BRO YEAH UHHH YOU'RE LANGUE DE CHA—"
"YES THATS ME OH MY GOD"
then they chatter until Langue made to his destinatiom,,,, plus they finally get to share contacts :333
AAHAHHSHS OKAY THATS ALL WHOOP— maybe in the next post i can rant about an oc i ship with xylitol nova /silly
ahem bonus image <3333 silly lawyers i'm going to jail /JJJJJ
#chanderlona's rambles#cookie run#cookie run ovenbreak#cookie run oc#langue de chat cookie#marble bread cookie#marble danish cookie#cappuccino cookie
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Title: Forever and Ever
Summary: Connie can't help but think back to a conversation which took place just after her and Steven's first kiss.
Yes, I still write lmao. I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, so this one's pretty short. If you enjoy it, please leave a comment! I could really use some extra motivation.
If you hate external links, the short can also be found below the cut:
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In the moment, Connie couldn’t help but recall a distant memory, a conversation long passed.
She and Steven had just kissed for the first time—like, actually kissed: lips and all. At that point, their mutual feelings had become all but impossible to ignore. And so, they spoke about them. They spoke for hours on end, long into the night.
The two yearned for the same outcome; they could feel it in the air. Yet, Steven couldn’t help but ruminate on his own strange, growing sense of apprehension.
“Is this really what you want?” he had eventually whispered. His enormous hands gripped hers with a tender strength. “Y-you want to stay with me? Even after White Diamond? Spinel? Everything that happened last month?”
A point of no return. Did she want to spend the remainder of her existence on the edge, yet alongside the only boy who she had ever truly loved, or did she want to, quite literally, hang up her sword and resign herself to a normal human life?
Any ordinary person would’ve taken some time to deliberate, to truly think out the ramifications of what they were agreeing to. However, if Connie Maheswaran knew one thing about herself, it was that she was absolutely not, by any definition, normal.
She spoke without skipping a beat: “I want to be a part of your universe, Steven. More than anything.” She met the boy’s eyes with a certain ferocity which she rarely mustered outside the battlefield. “No amount of crazy gem stuff could ever change that. Not in a trillion years.”
His lips had smashed against hers before another word could dare escape them... just as they would again over half a decade later, before an elegant altar, as an assortment of countless family members and gems whooped and hollered.
Jam Buds forever and ever, and so on.
#connverse#steven universe#connie maheswaran#su#fanfiction#steven universe connie#connie mahaswaren#steven x connie#connie x steven#stevonnie#su fanfiction#steven quartz universe
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╰┈─✩ ˚ ‧ random thoughts : 2 ‧ ˚
✧˖° synopsis : more random hc’s cause why not (the manga is crushing my soul)
✧˖° cast and crew : yuta okkotsu, maki zenin
.ᐟ content warnings : cursing (cause when am i not)
⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ authors note : idk yall i just wanted to post 😭 i got at least 3 more ideas i wanna do.
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yuta <3
- really good at math for absolutely no reason at all, mental math specifically cause istg this man is like a fucking calculator
- was a nightcore kid (BADDDDDDDLYYY)
- used to be a really big harry potter fan for a while
- loves musicals. like, LOVES musicals
- will say a lot of stuff ironically to the point where it actually becomes unironic and it annoys everybody to hell and back. but he genuinely cannot stop 😭
- vocal stims with the most annoying tiktok audios
- loves carrots and hummus and doesn’t like celery
- he love’s halloween and always matches costumes with inumaki
- his biggest pet peeves are gum popping and squeaky noises. like he will genuinely get so pissed off if he hears either of those things
- is really good at board games & card games, like he’ll really whoop your ass in some uno tbh (which is why no one plays with him) and pls don’t let him get his hands on them draw 4’s or it’s absolutely over for everybody. (and it’s even worse if they’re playing train. like he loses friends afterwards)
*before each turn he’s like “😬 sorry guyssss” (he’s in fact, not sorry)
*also is unnecessarily good at monopoly, like he racks up all the properties so quickly and everyone always thinks he’s cheating
- has really bad eczema (mainly gets it on his neck and it’s reallyyyyyy bad in the winter)
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maki <3
- lactose (and still consumes dairy but like…at what cost girlie ☹️)
*also has horrible indigestion
- likes strawberries but hates strawberry flavored things. do NOT give her no strawberry flavored NOTHING or she will fight you
- is a sparkling water enjoyer (inumaki and panda clown her for this everyday and have been since they met her)
- doesn’t like bananas, she has a visceral HATRED for them i tell you. nobody knows why either but that’s just the way it is.
- COFFEE LOVERRRR (loads that shit up with creamer and sugar)
- loves doing crossword puzzles (and puzzles in general)
- really good at chess and ESPECIALLY checkers (she’s just really good at most games tbh, she doesn’t know how either)
- her glasses are always dirty LMAO (same girlie, same)
- really likes baseball, like really really likes it 😭
- adding onto the coffee one: she is an ice coffee FANN. everytime she’s mad one of the second years brings her an iced coffee and she’s completely ok again.
- she’s a dnd girlieeee !!! and she plays with yuta and inumaki when they all have time
- hates reading anything because she just doesn’t feel like it (and she’s impatient) so she gets yuta to read it for her 😭
- is one of those people where if you ask her to do something she’ll instantly say no but do it anyways 💀
- really good at mimicking people’s voices and copying signatures (like it’s actually terrifying)
⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ tags : @morosis-haze @jogeto @mypimpademia @zairene @planetlunaa @cosmiles @milesmolasses @chinieh @romiantic @stqrriichiigo
if you wish to be tagged in any future works, here’s my tag form to fill out <33
if you wish to submit a request, here’s my ask box :)
⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ closing notes : took wayyyyy longer than i needed to finish this ! (just the life of being an adhd girlie 😋‼️) but pt.2 to this will come out shortly
also notice how i cannot SHUT THE FUCKKK up about these two like they did NOT need to be this long, do i care though? not really !!
now i’m onto these fuck ass tags 🙄
anyhow, love y’all 🫶🏽
update as of posting : it did take me over a month to post this i won’t lie…mb 😭
- xoxo, yves <3
#saint laurent productions#posting this just to get it out my sight atp 😭#jjk headcanons#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#yuta okkotsu headcanons#maki zenin headcanons#jujutsu kaisen season 2
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My current WIPs, in the order I last looked at them and for which I have actually written something
thank you for tagging me @kimchaybrainrot I love u (also I am 👀 at all of those but especially the KenBig HI I'M LISTENING INTENTLY.)
Chart Topper chapter 7 (Arm) - I've been working on this today! I love the concept for this chapter and it's finally getting there 🥰
Burnout aka "phoenix fic" - ah yes. the KenBig wip that was supposed to be a lil 2-3k fic that only took a week or so to write... that is now sitting at 20k four months later and still isn't done. rip. I love it so much though, I'm so excited to be able to share this one
assorted kiss prompt ask game ficlets - whoops. TWO MONTHS AGO I did an ask game for fic prompts to try and get me out of my writer's block.. and it worked! I posted 6 kiss prompt ficlets! but uh. there are 11 more in various states of completion 💀 personal faves include some ArmTankhun, some fucked up KenBig, and some RamKing ft Ram wearing a skirt 👀
ArmKhun fake dating fic - one of my favourite fic concepts EVER that has sadly taken a backseat in my brain because of Chart Topper and Burnout. but SOON I will return to my beloved
f/f KimChay - uhhhh. this is just shameless femslash pwp because. I think they should have been lesbians.
Let Me Live in Your Mind chapters 3 & 4- this fic is not abandoned I promise I'm still working on it! I'm just. slow 🫣
Footnotes aka "the Big and Ken centric pain and sadness compilation" lmao - this was suuuuch a huge project for me that I started basically immediately after KinnPorsche ended that just. idk. it's so long. it's not abandoned but it's very much on the back-burner rn
there are also many many half-written oneshots in there that I didn't put in the list because they'll probably never get finished (RamKing fake dating au, ArmKhun fic where Khun kills Korn, a KimChay exes with benefits thing, etc etc...) I just hoard WIPs like a dragon in a cave I can't help it!
I think lots of people have already been tagged so sorry if this is a double tag! but I'm tagging @sidras-tak @giraffeter @tumsa @prismatic-witch @days-of-storm @cytharat @snickerdoodlles - but no pressure of course! 💖
#UM if you sent me a kiss prompt for the ask game that i haven't got to yet... i'm sorry that it's been 2 months 🫣#the plan was to write tiny lil 300-400 word things and then i just kept getting carried away with them lol#somewhere with snow was a kiss prompt ficlet that ended up being 3.3k 💀 but it's also one of my favourite things i've ever written so.#i'm glad i keep getting carried away with them#thank you for tagging me!!!!#this was so fun ❤️#tag game#darcey.txt
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I need the time apart Doffy spent from the Princess or Doffy's POV of the events to see how bad he's really got it. 😩 That moment when he went all soft and melted in the Princess' hands during the NSFW was perfect👌🏻💋 more of that pathetic needy Doffy desperate for his princess to tell him she loves him and him looking at her in wonder like he can't believe she's here with him, please.
I loved the description of "the monster wearing the face of the man she loved" was perfect, I loved it, just enough of that dread that whoop that is a PIRATE. It made me go "OH THERE HE FCKN IS! THERE HE IS, HELLO, DOFFY, TOOK YOU A WHILE!" I was SEATED and ECSTATIC AND GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET.
Also, when he started laughing and smiling manically in his Doffy fashion I shouted "THERE HE IS! THERE'S OUR CRAZY FLAMINGO MAN! STRAP IN, CUS THIS MAN IS CRAAAAAZY! GOOD FCKN LUCK!" and his monologue — he was ECSTATIC. He's in love, but in his usual, toxic Doffy fashion.
I loved the last sentences a lot. "Survive the honeymoon" checks out seeing how much stamina Doffy naturally has and you showed that very well. I wonder just how much hours he'll spend with the princess in his cabin now and later in bed in Dressrosa...
And of course the "locked in Doflamingo's embrace", "cradled in possessive arms" I love the dichotomy.
To end on a fluffy note, the Pirate Warlord appears to love cuddling his wife which is adorable.
Also, based for 1 little diamond for each month they were apart... 3 years... So there are 36 little diamonds in the ring?
Love this story! ❤️
- @physics-of-one-piece
"Doffy POV in the time they were apart" is currently winning the poll and i can see why! so much went on outside of the princess's POV that it makes sense people are curious what happened...i didn't include Doffy POV in the story proper because i felt the tension was better without it, leaving the princess and the reader always guessing, but for supplementary material i think it's a great bonus!
one scene i have planned is set after the "chess game for the fate of the princess," him just looking at her as she sleeps...a bit creepy, sure, but i think that moment of him being alone with her will be very sweet, he can reflect and emote without anyone judging him so that's the moment he's most likely to let down his guard
AND I AM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED THE MOMENTS DOFFY WENT A BIT NUTS! i partly think he was performing for the General outside the door, but also he IS just a little deranged and was letting loose now that the princess is his and he doesn't have to fear losing her...time to let that freak flag fly y'know what i mean?
omg. you have no idea how happy i am that you noticed the locked/cradled+embrace/possessive wording....i was pretty deliberate with that line and it's rare people point out my phrasing choices so knowing you noticed is a HUGE TREAT for meeeeee (இ﹏இ`。)
yes, 36 diamonds!!! i think there might need to be two halos of them around the center stone to fit so many LMAO NO WONDER SHE HAD TROUBLE COUNTING
THANK YOU FOR THIS, YOU MADE MY DAY, YOU ARE AMAZINGGGG!
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Appears from the ether again, after months of only being present enough to fill my queue up, with some WIP snippets from the gen:LOCK re-write I mentioned before...
And also finally adressing these tags lmao, sorry @thesouppond I realise these are like 3 months old.
#FUCK IM JUST SEEING THIS NOW???#FUCK YEAH 2024 SEASON OF EVERYONE GETS TO REWRITE GENLOCK CAUSE FUCK S2#Ahem anyway hi genlock moot :)))#I love your writing btw! Ive read your existing GL fics theyre great!#at this point if someone can give me a GL fic i havent already met I will forever be indebted to you i am DYING for GL content
We're really out here trying our best to do better by GL than HBO did huh!! I've been loving Reloaded, it was so nice to see someone else pop up in the gL tag after it was comparatively dead for so long. I've been working on my re-write since just after s2 came out and it was lonely in there for a while there lmao.
So I'm glad you enjoyed the couple of fics I've already done! I'm re-using parts of one of them for the actual re-write since I'm going for the 'keep the basic bones of s2 but aim to fix the execution into something less shit/re-work the worst bits' and I didn't want to write that first nemesis fight over again from total scratch lmao...
I want to finish writing all of the re-write before I post it in full, but that does mean it's taking forever whoops.
I'm still not past the introduction of Sinclair as his portion is so involved and I keep getting distracted by other projects/hobbies, but I did finally get to a point where my take on Sinclair is actually fun to write! I'm keeping his boyfriend because I did at least like that Sinclair was made canonically queer and they're actually cute when I'm just doing my own thing.
So since I feel like posting some WIP bits, here's my favourite Chris/Sinclair stuff I've done so far.
“YEAH! Take that you fucked up tin can!” Sinclair winced. The shout was like an ice pick being driven into his skull, but it was also what finally drove him to lift his head. There ahead of him, wielding a large piece of debris in one hand, was a heavyset Asian man dressed in torn clothes and covered in grime. He reared back, and for a split second Sinclair thought that projectile was for him, until he heard an impact, and the last of the humming died. The man brushed off his hands, pride written on every feature, and in that moment he was the most beautiful thing Sinclair had ever seen. “Coast’s clear!” the stranger called behind him. There was movement, but Sinclair didn’t care to look, his attention caught by the man’s approach. “And we’ve got a live one.” Sinclair’s throat was so dry he broke down coughing twice, in the time it took the stranger to kneel in front of him. “I-I’m not Union. I-I know— with the uniform, and the—” Another violent burst of coughing cut him off. The stranger handed him a canteen and a crooked smile. “Yeah, no shit. You’ve got way too much emotion on your face to be even a defector,” he said, and if Sinclair wasn’t so busy chugging the offered water, he might have mustered a laugh. “That, plus, the lack of helmet, the collapsing, and the drone getting ready to turn you into a novelty cheese grater kinda gave it away.” “Christ, I could kiss you right now,” Sinclair blurted and then regretted in quick succession. Fuck. He’d been in near solitary too long, his filter had worn away to nothing and he was making a damn fool of himself in front of the first sane people he’d seen in weeks. Except the stranger just… laughed, good-naturedly. “Close, the name’s Chris, not Christ. And I’d say buy me dinner first, but it’s a bit hard out here.”
AND then a little later...
“What about the refugee railroads?” Chris lowered his beer bottle and wiped his mouth. “Too far.” “Vanguard safe crossings?” “Too far.” “The— fucking Canadian border?” Chris laughed, “Too far. Further than either of the other things. Jesus, dude. You sure you haven’t got a concussion?” “Mostly,” Sinclair said, rubbing his face with his intact hand. “I just— you’re going to die if you stay here. A drone only has to get lucky once.” “And if we go deeper in, we’ll only die faster,” Chris said with a simple shrug. “We already have to pack up and move every few weeks when the line moves. And every time, the Polity border gets a little bit further away. Believe me, man, I want nothing more than to get outta here, but it’s just not happening.” “What if I helped?” The offer fell out before he’d consciously decided to make it, but Sinclair stood by it. Even when Chris looked at him dubiously. “No offence, dude, but you’re just one guy. And two days ago you could barely stand.” “And now I’m fine,” Sinclair insisted. “I’m a soldier. I was decorated for valour after I got my squad out of a run-in with the Union that should’ve killed us all. I was the only one who could even still hold a gun. I swear, I could get you somewhere safe. Are you really telling me you’d rather keep sitting around waiting to die than take a risk?” Chris’s brow furrowed, and he didn’t answer immediately, taking another swig from his scratched up bottle of beer. Sinclair sighed. “Look. I need to get to a Vanguard base one way or another. I don’t want to leave you guys behind if I don’t have to. I owe you my life. And maybe dinner.” Chris almost choked on his drink. “Wow,” he laughed, clearing his throat, “you sure pick your moments, huh?” Sinclair shrugged. “Figure if you’re not actually into it I’ll just blame the concussion.” “That you don’t have.” “Exactly.” Chris rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Smooth. Smooth operator. Alright, alright, fine, we’ll talk to the others in the morning. It might be a tougher sell when they’re not the ones getting dinner with a hot soldier out of it, but hey, guess we’ll see.” “Are you looking past the just-got-done-being-tortured chic, here, or is that part of the charm?” “Are you kidding? There’s a whole genre focused on how hot soldier guys look after they’ve been through hell.” “Not sure that’s the intended takeaway of action movies.” “Well,” Chris shrugged, starting to pick at a can of food, “it was definitely my takeaway.” Sinclair laughed. Honest-to-god laughed, in a way he was surprised he was even capable of after the last few weeks. The normality of the moment was like a balm on all the aching parts of him, mental and physical alike. For a moment he could almost forget that the reason he looked like shit was because he’d just escaped the worst experience of his life. For a moment it felt like the fight was over.
Now I just have to actually get through the remainder of my Sinclair set-up and then I'll be only one chapter away from finishing the first half of the fic... so close and yet so far lmao.
#blue is a writer#fic: the only me is me#gen:lock#each part is meant to be like a single season. so part 1 is like a new season 2 and part 2 is like a season 3#and if i ever actually finish this. i might plan out a 'season 4'#the ending i have planned sets me up for it#i have grand ambitions and so little ability to sit down and just get it done LMAO
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