#will *hopefully* write and post it tomorrow?

[obsesssedblerd]

had a horrible day today. god i hate being yelled at. so today's smau is gonna be comfort and fluff. sorry to everyone who's been waiting for more angst. :(

[ffsg0jo]

ex-boyfriend toji, who's constantly being pestered by megumi about you. you're not his biological mum, but the boy's formed an attachment to you and craves your affection and warmth. you're the closest thing he's ever had to a mother, having been in his life since he was 3, and he loves you like one too. his dad is all hard and muscles and frowny, and you're all soft and sweet and always smiling at him. it's no wonder his dad couldn't keep you, he thinks.

you never raise your voice at him, feed him the best home-cooked meals, and even help him with his homework (he doesn't actually need help, he just likes the way you let him sit on your lap whilst you're on the floor and wrap your arms around him, struggling to figure out what long division is). even after you and his dad break up you never once held it against him (like other exes had) and you never stopped visiting him.

you're hands down the best (ex) girlfriend toji's ever brought home. you actually made an effort to get closer to megumi and get to know him more often. always looking for fun little things to take him to. whether it's a petting zoo, aquarium, or a normal zoo zoo.

you learnt quickly how much he loved animals and never failed to surprise him with a new plushie. one could never have too many plushies, you said to him once, booping his nose and pulling out a cute turtle from behind your back.

(when he finally moved into the dorms in first year, he had about 3 boxes alone, full of stuffed animals. he didn't have it in his heart to pick and choose which ones to take with him, so he brought all of them. you laughed at first when you saw the flood of plushies on his dorm floor when helping him move, but megumi gave you a small smile, repeating your words from almost a decade earlier.)

mini follow-up/context

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[relicsongmel]

Something I've always found fascinating about Raymond Shields is that despite seemingly having altruistic reasons for being a defense attorney, his reasons for trying to convince Miles to be one are anything but.

It seems understandable enough on the surface. After Ray comes around and agrees to work with Miles in The Imprisoned Turnabout, he sees remnants of Gregory shining through him despite von Karma's influence. Whether or not he recognizes that Miles' decision to become a prosecutor wasn't just born from that alone—that it was in tandem with wanting to distance himself from anything that reminded him of his father to alleviate the burden on his heart—is up for debate, but regardless: he acknowledges Miles as Gregory's son through and through and wants to capitalize on his dedication for pursuing justice in a way that he knows would make his father proud. He wants to let Miles in on the life he was robbed of at 9 years old—the life he once dreamed of living, where he follows in the footsteps of his father by giving everything he has to save people, by fighting like hell for the vulnerable and the condemned.

That said, as much as Ray dresses up his proposition by making it out to be as if he's looking out for Miles' best interests (and the best interests of society, even)...his motives for trying to get Miles to switch sides are almost entirely selfish. Ray's efforts (and most of his actions in general, really) are ultimately a product of his desperate attempt to cling on to anything related to Gregory out of an inability to move on from his death. Wearing his hat and coat, leaving the name of his office unchanged...and now, requesting that his son literally change jobs just because he can't bear the weight of his own loneliness anymore. Because he can't bear to think that the damage done by DL-6 is irreversible and Miles has moved on while he has stagnated for the past 17 years. Because he has an idealized vision of what he thinks Gregory would want and fails to realize that his son's occupation wouldn't matter to him as long as it brings him happiness and fulfillment. In his mind, letting Miles go means accepting the circumstances that brought him where he is and allowing both of them to move on. And that terrifies him.

It's even more deceitful when you realize that Ray's pitch comes at a very opportune time for Miles given his circumstances at that point: that is, he's under threat of investigation for prosecutorial misconduct and at risk of being stripped of his badge. Ray might fake incompetence, but he's not stupid—and he takes full advantage of Justine's warnings to try to sway Miles when he's in a more vulnerable position in terms of his job. Which is...pretty fucked up, to put it lightly. Despite having a better idea of where he came from compared to most people, through this Ray shows a lack of understanding of who Miles truly is and a lack of respect for what he's come to value, even if his path toward obtaining those values had some bumps along the road. But he's so blinded by his grief that he doesn't even stop to consider how much he's really asking of him, or what Miles is really searching for.

Ray was moved by Gregory. He values saving people. Defending the weak is an undeniably noble endeavor. But to ask that of someone else without consideration for their best interests is decidedly less so.

For all his occupation requires a certain selflessness, Raymond Shields is far more selfish than he lets on. And I for one find that contradiction fascinating to unpack.

[oceans-beloved]

Meme dump yayyy🥳✨️

(off to make more now muhahaha >:3)

[crybaby-bkg]

wanna bug Toji soooo bad while he’s on the phone. his ass doesn’t have a job so it’s not like he’s discussing important business, but he likes to make it look that way. phone tucked between his shoulder and ear as he uses one hand to rub circles on your exposed thigh, the other flipping through the tv channels. he’s speaking in a low tone, his eyebrows mused together in agitation as he calls the guy on the other line a barrage of insulting names.

and you’re just a simple person—the man looks hot as fuck like that and you just have to bother him. so you do, despite the side eye he gives you when you swing your leg over, foot in the air, right in his face. he swats you away gently before going back to his phone call, bites at your toes when you still try to wiggle them in his face.

"If you think you can lowball me like that, then you're stupider than I thought." Toji grunts to the other man on the phone, distracted once more. a little peeved that his attention isn't on you much anymore, you do what any little conniving imp would do.

you sit on his lap. backwards, facing the TV, looking over your shoulder at him with such an evil little grin that it makes his eyes squint to you in warning. but you've never listened much, especially when you know you'll be rewarded so plentifully in the end.

so you rock your hips, just slightly the first few times. your legs sat on either side of him, hands resting in the space between his legs on the bed, leaning your weight back on his hips that you sit against. instantly, you can feel the swell of him beneath his sweats, feel the thickness that you love to fill you up start to twitch when you circle your hips, grinding them oh so slowly against his covered cock.

when you look over your shoulder again, Toji only stares, the slightest lilt of his lip turning up at the corners. he tries to act unbothered, one arm bent back to rest his head against, the other holding the phone to his ear. but you can see through him, and feel just how bothered he really is.

so you up the ante; start to lift and drop your hips slow, slow, slow at first before the pace begins to build. you lean forward on your elbows, pull your underwear up until the curve of your ass is exposed, gasping from the friction, from the feeling of his cock rubbing so sweetly at your slit through the thin cotton.

you look over your shoulder once more, grinning, biting at your lip as you grind against him, close to completion. he can see it all in your eyes.

"Gonna call you back later. Got some important shit to take care of right now." Toji hangs up without preamble, gaze distant as he focuses on the ever growing spot of your arousal that starts to leak onto his own sweats.

but you're a little minx, with the way you scramble from his grasp before he can catch you, laughing when he snags your ankle to drag you back down. he's suddenly kneeling over you, grin sharp and ferocious, the straining of his cock through his sweats hanging so intimidatingly low, that if you lift your hips just a little, his tip would kiss your clit in the sweetest kiss.

"And where do you think you're going, you little brat?" Toji growls, dropping down to nip at the base of your neck, licking over your pulse point.

"Not letting me off the hook that easy, huh?" you tease, hands splayed beside your head in surrender, just wanting a little bit of the chase before the devouring. and by the look in his eyes, you know you'll only be bones by morning.

"Not in a million years." he promises right before the inevitable pounce.

[absolutelyinlove]

hi i wrote a little mini fic about george visiting dream while he’s staying with his mom to recover because this is literally the only thing i can think about 🫶

[mamawasatesttube]

i wish it wasn't so normal for people to complain about unfinished wips or fics that take a long time to update. because sometimes i think i have a really fun idea for a fic but it'd take a while for me to write, and i like talking about my work as i do it and i don't like writing entire fics over like 20k without sharing, because i lose steam. so if i were to write and post that cool fic idea, it'd be as a wip. and then i think about all the people who just refuse to engage with wips, or all the other people who would just go "update pls" all the time, and of how people only really comment in the first 24 hours something is posted and then it's lost to obscurity, and then i just go "actually whats the point in going through the effort writing this out? i'll just daydream about it now and then and be done with it." and then i don't write it. alas!

[hiyaluronic]

*whispers* what if a certain lvl 20 hot!boi failed his wisdom save?

"Yes, well, we must make haste then." Essek stated, clearing his throat to shake free the unease he was feeling. "Ludinus is one thing, but a demon of such design that prays on the fears and self-loathing of individuals is not quite what I had in mind for this excursion, I'm afraid."

"But it's powering the engine and killing people, shouldn't we, y'know do something?"

Ashton sighed and leaned against his hammer, pointedly staring at Imogen. "It's a grand demon that's been here since before fuck all. I doubt it’s going to matter if it stays chained to an engine for another year or fifty."

"Ash is right." Orym started ignoring Ashtons interjected 'Thank You' "Besides, anything that stalls Ludinus, however good or bad at the moment, is unfortunately a help to us right now."

"I... I guess," Imogen sounded conflicted turning from Orym to stare off to the side where Chetney and Dorian had been affected, "but once Ludinus is dealt with we should probably come back and take care of it."

Essek nodded in agreement. "A problem for another day then."

'And such is your nature to always run. Why?'

His hand was halfway to the pocket of his robes when he heard the whisper. Essek closed his eyes with a quiet sigh.

A hand ran gently across his back, delicate fingers tapping against his shoulders before seeming to settle on the gentle curve of his neck. 'Do you not wish to see the fruits of our research? After all, I have you to thank for everything that I have been able to achieve.'

"We should go. Now." Essek stressed and opened his eyes only to see Caleb in the middle of the room, his form taught against the imaginary bonds that held him in place. Essek swallowed hard when he caught sight of the deep purple bruises that shadowed the white of Caleb's neck. Bells Hells was nowhere to be seen.

Shit.

'If it wasn't for this one here...' Ludinus grinned from his periphery, fingers twisting in the air at the same time Caleb buckled, the man forced to his knees with a grunt.

'Such a thorn in my side.'

Caleb choked, blood beginning to trickle from his nose, his lips strained to form soundless words, his bloodshot eyes pleading with Essek.

"This is not real." It was not, it couldn't be, he refused to fall for whatever horrid illusion that had been thrust upon him. Caleb was safe. The man had said as much himself just the day before. "You will not get what you want from me."

'You think this to be an illusion?' Essek winced when he felt the hot breath of Ludinus burn against the shell of his ear. 'Some perfunctory grand play of a fiend wanting to eat up all those tasty little demons that call that anxiety riddled head of yours home?' Ludinus laughed, 'You aren't as important as you seem to think in the grand scheme of things Thelyss. Your life is nothing but misstep after misstep.'

Essek watched while Ludinus stepped from him and moved to stand before Caleb. He tried to ignore the way the vile mans hand traced delicately down Caleb's cheek smearing blood across pale skin before gently caressing Caleb's lips.

He clenched his hands. This wasn't real, no matter how convincing the stage set before him seemed to be; but, if so, then why did his chest hurt and his breath catch?

'Everything you touch eventually tarnishes.''

Essek grinned, "Then it is good that you are something that has had the pleasure of my acquaintance. It means you yourself are doomed to corrode and rust. That is if any of this was real and not just desperate parlor tricks."

Ludinus laughed and turned to meet Essek's gaze, the man's eyes bright even in the dim light of the room. 'You still think this to be fake? Some sort of set dressing? Why do you think your precious human was so desperate for you to get to Aeor with these hooligans?'

Essek clenched his eyes closed, his fingers twitched. Caleb had been hurried in his explanation that he guide Bells Hells through Aeor but nothing had seemed amiss. Caleb had even promised him that he was fine but that he was unfortunately indisposed at the moment; but, like a worm burrowing into a rotting apple, doubt began to slither into Essek's consciousness.

What if Caleb had been sending him a plea for help in his rushed sending? Had he maybe missed something in their nightly talks? Had he been so foolish and lost in the wonders of their relationship that he'd missed some minute detail in the soft words of Caleb's assurances? It wouldn't be the first time he'd made a mess of things.

Caleb screamed and Essek's eyes shot open with a snarl. He swung his hands up and cast gravity fissure; a black mass hurtled forward ten feet to the right of Ludinus cracking the ground and pulling the hanging bodies from their chains. Ludinus gave a yell of surprise as both he and Caleb were pulled towards the center of the fissure.

The air was heavy in the room, pungent and sweet reminiscent of meadow after a rainstorm. "Caleb?" He winced at how loud his voice echoed in the quiet of the room.

Silence returned his call. Maybe he had misjudged the distance? What if he'd hurt Caleb beyond the point of healing? "Caleb!"

He moved quickly, "Caleb, you must answer me!"

He had been just mere feet from the still bodies of Caleb and Ludinus when something grabbed his ankle and pulled. Essek turned hand poised to attack only to falter when a familiar set of eyes looked up to him, the face distorted and bloated in death but still recognizable.

No it couldn't be, "Verin?"

'You left. They came and you had gone. I suffered your fate.'

"No. No you were safe, I made sure-"

Verin grinned, skin stretched taught, bloated and soured. 'A life taken for deeds done. Even if it was not the accused, retribution was sought.' A rattling breath escaped Verin. 'Why do you think you've been safe for all these years? I fell for crimes that were not my own, you killed me. You stole my future from me, brother.'

'You've doomed us all, Schatz.'

Essek turned from his brother to see Caleb, eyes dull, face stained red and kneeling in supplication. "Caleb, I..."

Ludinus, eyes alight with euphoria, slowly stood from the wreckage, his mangled form towering over Caleb's before resting a hand on Caleb's shoulder. 'The war of Ash and Light will be nothing compared to what Predathos will unleash and we all have you to thank.'

He looked at Caleb's tearful eyes and felt his own well in sympathy. "That's not..."

'Fuck, you'e truly made a mess of everything.'

"Beauregard?" Essek whispered confused. Where had she come from?

'You know how to stop this.' Beau grinned and brought her hands up to form a circle with a knowingly smile. 'Boom.'

[snarkythewoecrow]

WIP Wednesday (even tho it's 2am on Thursday)

Thanks to @the-flaming-nightmare for tagging me, and I do actually have something to share for a change, cuz the ficlet turned into like 4k words by accident, but it's fine, this is buck/tommy, kinda a post-nightmare fic, basically two grown men having a mostly mature conversation about the last trauma of a fucked childhood, including a discussion/reveal of the daniel story to Tommy, and even slightly involves the coma dream, it's a story about existing, and it will be up tomorrow, but for now, enjoy a pretty out of context snippet (ignore typos please, not edited yet)

He reached across the scant distance and caught Evan’s fidgeting hands, steadying them, and stopping him from picking and peeling the skin around his nails.

Evan gave him a watery smile, turning one of his hands so they could link them. 

He rubbed his thumb over Evan’s knuckles. “Who was he?”

Taking a deep breath, then exhaling in a rush, Evan said, “Uh, it was my older brother, Daniel—the one I never knew about until a few years ago. He, uh, he had leukemia. Didn’t make it. I was too young to remember him.”

“Shit, Evan. I’m sorry.”

Evan shrugged. “Yeah, me too—and I mean, that’s the thing, I was supposed to save him—it’s why they had me; they needed a match—and I was, except the graft didn’t take. Talk about being defective from the start, right? Couldn’t even save him.”

One breath, then another, and Tommy forcibly released the tension from his brow, settling his features into something softer. He made sure to watch Evan as he spoke. “First, so much about that is beyond fucked up, and second, you are not, nor have you ever been, defective—you’re not.”

Evan averted his gaze but nodded a moment later. “Finding out at least helped me understand why my parents always seemed to hate even looking at me—guess I was just a shitty reminder of everything they’d lost.” He glanced at Tommy again. “So yeah, I hadn’t even been important enough for a baby box—and if it weren’t for Maddie, I’d probably have nothing. She at least kept some things for me.”

[leadandblood]

Crozier POV

[procrastinatorproject]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Trek: La Sirena, Star Trek: Picard Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: The Motley Crew - Relationship, Raffi Musiker & Cristóbal Rios, Laris & Zhaban & The Motley Crew Characters: Laris (Star Trek), Zhaban (Star Trek), Cristóbal Rios, Raffi Musiker, Elnor (Star Trek), Hugh | Third of Five, Soji Asha, Seven of Nine, Jean-Luc Picard, Number One | Jean-Luc Picard's Dog, Emil | La Sirena's Emergency Medical Hologram, Mister Hospitality | La Sirena's Emergency Hospitality Hologram, Ian | La Sirena's Emergency Engineering Hologram, Enoch | La Sirena's Emergency Navigational Hologram, Emmet | La Sirena's Emergency Tactical Hologram Additional Tags: Crew as Family, Family Dinner, Cooking and Baking, Friendship, Fluff, Humor, Some angst, Canon-typical swearing, Season/Series 1.5, Hugh | Third of Five Lives Summary:

On the way from Château Picard to Vulcan, the crew of La Sirena and their guests prepare a mighty feast. If only these things ever went according to plan...

Illustration by the inimitable @horizonproblems!

This is our contribution to the @startrekpotluck 2024. I'll post the rest of the chapters over the next few days, so if you want to find out what could possibly lead to Laris telling off Enoch over a basket of bread, you'll have to stay tuned 😁🥖🥐

Thank you to @regionalpancake for being the best co-host anyone could wish for! 💗✨

[flowerakatsuka]

wip while i'm at woooork~

[vole-mon-amour]

*rattles the bars of my enclosure* BISEXUAL JOHNNY SILVERHAND. JOHNNY SILVERHAND IN LOVE WITH KERRY EURODYNE.

[necrotic-nephilim]

Loving the BruJay you've been feeding us. <3

thank you so much! i'm happy you're enjoying it! you'll be delighted to know the next fic i plan to work on for the whump prompts is more BruJay, so dw you will continue to be fed <3 i love BruJay so dearly and am happy to spread the propaganda for it

[ace-marshmallow]

I gave you a bouquet of red roses when coming back home. Your round cheeks rose to your eyes as you smiled brightly. You looked so happy, so content and breathtaking.

I gently grabbed your wrist and lead you to the couch, letting you the opportunity to free your hand easily had you decided not to; but you didn't. You're so good for me. I sat you down on the couch and brought some mini pastries: eclairs, cream puffs, salombo, financiers... An entire plate full, just for you. I sat on your lap and offered you to play a game, to make them last so you would enjoy them more.

I leaned into you, my head on your shoulder and grabbed a rose. You will only put a pastry in your mouth when I pluck a petal off this rose; and you obey. You play so well and I can tell you are as excited as I am. I see your breath catching and you're breathing more heavily, your chest rising and falling and both of our heartbeats.

I pluck a petal and it starts. You put the first eclair in your mouth: the cold cream hits your tongue as the sweetness disperses in your mouth. The cream feels rich but you can't get enough and too soon, you swallow it.

I look at you and pluck another petal and it starts over: The buttery and nutty cake melts in your mouth and you want to reach for another. You want it so badly. And I give it to you. I pluck two petals at once and you finally have that sweet cream coating your entire mouth, the two different flavours mixing into something even more delicious.

I pluck another and another pastry goes in your mouth but I see you are getting impatient. These small pastries aren't enpugh for you one at a time, are they? My greedy angel needs more, right?

You have followed everything I asked you to so I just throw the rose back with the others and nod, giving you the approval you needed.

You scarf them down and I rub your soft and squishy tummy.

I'm glad you liked the roses.

[wispscribbles]

*whispers* hey gang. i finished writing ‘no rest for the wicked’. will post it one of the next days after reading it through <3