#wilt's writings

[wiltking]

Pairing: Peter Parker / Wade Wilson Word Count: 7,593 Rating: Explicit

"Wanna see it?"

Peter’s head snaps up. "... You'd let me look?"

"Don't see why not. What've I got to lose? My dignity?"

- here's my T4T spideypool fic where i gave Wade phalloplasty! huge emphasis on the 'idiots in love' tag. i wrote this as a break from my more serious wip, and it shows. i hope you have as much fun reading this as i had writing!

[threewordusername]

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[literaryvein-reblogs]

Synonyms for "wilt"?

Wilt—to lose turgor from lack of water; to become limp; to grow weak or faint

Dehydrate - to lose water or body fluids; to deprive of vitality

Desiccate - to become dried up

Devitalize - to deprive of life, vigor, or effectiveness

Droop - to sink gradually; to become depressed or weakened

Dwindle - to become steadily less; shrink

Emaciate - to cause to lose flesh so as to become very thin; to waste away physically

Enervate - to lessen the vitality or strength of

Etiolate - to deprive of natural vigor; make feeble

Hang - to fall or droop from a usually tense or taut position

Languish - to be or become feeble, weak, or enervated

Loll - to hang loosely or laxly; droop

Parch - to become dry or scorched

Sag - to droop, sink, or settle from or as if from pressure or loss of tautness

Sap - to weaken or exhaust the energy or vitality of

Shrivel - to draw into wrinkles especially with a loss of moisture

Slouch - droop

Slump - to assume a drooping posture or carriage; slouch

Wither - to shrivel from or as if from loss of bodily moisture; to lose vitality, force, or freshness

Wizen - to become dry, shrunken, and wrinkled often as a result of aging or of failing vitality

Yield - to give way under physical force (such as bending, stretching, or breaking)

Hope this helps with your writing. Do tag me, or send me a link. I'd love to read your work!

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[wiltkingart]

I read Mouth to Mouth to Mouth the other day. And i enjoyed it very much.

I have to confess that I'm usually apprehensive about reading literature about the trans(masc) experiences, because I feel like it hits to close to home. So having horror and fantasy as separation screens has work wonders. (It does help that I'm a bit of a monsterfucker haha)

Really excited to see more of your work, both in text and artwork (which it is amazing btw, I love your brushstrokes). Thanks you very much.

i understand the apprehension. im kind of similar, i usually dont enjoy contemporary fiction about trans experiences. a lot of them focus on coming out + family dynamics with younger protagonists and i'd really rather not. much more interested in reading stories where the main character just so happens to be trans, and their transness still greatly affects the story, but theres more going on outside of that, too. so in that way, fantasy is a great vessel, and i had a very satisfying time translating different trans themes into the fabric of MtMtM. glad you enjoyed reading about it :-)

[crownedinmarigolds]

"You'll be like Him." He says through gritted teeth, a lump firmly lodged in his throat as he held back his real anger. "I will be." She agreed, smiling serenely. The kind of smile that could only mean true satisfaction. Real happiness. Has he ever seen her look this way before? Envy made his hands ball into fists at his side. "It's really going to happen, He promised me. I'll become a miracle-maker, just like Him." "Fuck that." It's practically a snarl. He couldn't believe the naive shit coming out of her mouth. "He's going to kill you. You're going to be changed forever. No more Noa, just a body being puppeted by a demon while the real you gets thrown to the void." A lamb to slaughter, meat for the grinder. She looks up, her eyes nearly black even in the light of the foyer. She's so much younger but it always looked like she was some old soul underneath that beautiful face. It made his stomach twist and his breath catch. Her lips, red with their mother's lipstick, thin as her expression shifts to utter disappointment. He wanted to throw something. "You don't know anything." Her raspy voice says simply. He feels a snap in the back of his head, "Took the fucking words right out of my mouth."

[appalachianapologies]

It's Just a Jump to the Left

A MacGyver (2016) One-Shot

Despite the fact that it seems real, that everything makes sense at first glance, that Mac’s body is exactly as screwed up as it should be, Mac doesn’t buy it. Call it suspicion, call it a healthy dose of skepticism, call it trust issues with the universe- Mac doesn’t care. He’s not about to fall for this again. Or, Mac is stuck in a loop of the non-time variety and tries to find his way home, wherever that may be.

[jesterspecter]

Yuca and his bike

[paperxcrowns]

i am genuinely tweaking over the fact that macgyver (2016) practically glosses over the fact that Mac was straight up!!! Lying!!!! to bozer for YEARS.

this would have been such good material to use to explore Mac and Bozer's relationship, and how complex the situation was bc YES it feels like a betrayal but it's also Mac simply protecting Bozer from his dangerous life and still keeping him close despite the danger, despite the very real possibility of bozer accidentally finding out or simply using bozer to get to Mac.

NOT TO MENTION. Boze was Mac's only link to something not remotely related to his job!!! the only bit of normal in his chaotic life!!!!

both of them having to find their footing again after the reveal bc nothing can go back to normal. like. bozer thinking back to all the weird injuries mac returned home with from his think tank business trips, all the lies, all the secrecy, all the time. justified hurt on bozer's side as well as understanding bc if the roles were reversed wouldn't bozer also lie to keep his closest friend safe? understanding the reason doesn't make the years of lies hurt any less.

adhjfkglgl i have. so many thoughts about this. i am clawing at the walls.

[lemonberryshortcake]

Death is inevitable.

When the dust had just barely been settled, the flock freed from the pillars staked in the ground, and the battle had finished.

The god laid on the ground, bloodied and scarred, his scythe just barely held in his hand. A blade’s light shining down on his face but he paid it no mind, instead he focused on the sight of the lamb, her face a mess with tears.

“Narinder….!”

He could hardly make out what she said, his consciousness slipping from his hold.

He felt something soft beneath his head.

When he first awoke he was lost, confused, he did not know where he was but then the memories came back. Vague and painful. His arms felt heavy, muscles and skin having returned to his once completely bone, his chest felt uncomfortable with each breathe he took.

He was not in the medical bay, that was clear, but apart of him was shocked when he noticed the familiar shrine with dried flowers strung above it.

When the door opened slowly he closed his eyes tight, he didn’t quite know why, but when he heard her voice talking to the supposedly unconscious him, he understood.

“Good evening Narinder, I hope you’re sleeping well.”

Her voice was soft as she rambled on to him about nonsense, he could hear the click of a tray, feel the dampness of a towel. He hadn’t even noticed how hot he felt.

His hand shot up, gripping her wrist tightly, glaring up into her dark eyes. Voice gravely and hoarse, but he did not care about that as he threatened her life, announced his hatred and how he’d get his crown back.

But anger is temporary.

Eventually it will fade or change, not even a ex god is safe from such a thing. He went from despising being in her presence, constantly attempting to murder her. To just ignoring her presence or mocking her.

Then eventually he was angry again, but not at her directly, at the flock for working her to the bone. And he took it upon himself to help her care for herself.

[unforth]

Prefacing this TGCF post with: people can draw and write however they want forever and I support them and this is about my personal view of these characters.

Anyway.

I saw a post today that had Xie Lian singing "when will my life begin" from Tangled and it drove home what really bugs me about a lot of fan casts of Hualian onto popular media (see also my Howl's Moving Castle take). It's this idea that Xie Lian is, well, waiting for his life to begin, and Hua Cheng swoops in and makes it exciting, when this is imo so utterly antithetical, and in fact opposite, to canon.

Xie Lian has lived and lived and lived. He was a prince, he fought in wars, even during his 800 years fallen the whole book is an exercise in showing that he WASN'T just waiting around, he kept doing things the whole time - Fang Xin Guoshi and General Hua and and and. AND he also cultivated to the point of ascending again. Xie Lian is a fucking bad ass idealistic martyr who doesn't know when to quit and at least to me that's the whole point of his character and I love that about and for him so to see him inserted into existing franchise AUs as the wilting flower waiting for a moment to shine is utter character erasure and it makes me insane enough that I'm writing this post about it even though I think I shouldn't and even though I genuinely don't want to rain on anyone's fandom parade. But like. That's not him!

You know who it is?

It's Hua Cheng!

Hong Hong'er lives in Xianle, a kingdom where all this stuff is happening, and he just watches from the sidelines. He's an observer at the parade. He's just some kid. And then he falls (or jumps, or is pushed, you pick your interpretation) and he's caught by literally the coolest guy in the entire kingdom. He's the nobody who gets swept off his feet! And it changes his whole life! Like I think it wouldn't irk me so much to see Xie Lian get typecast that way if Hua Cheng wasn't right there literally living his "I met God and it changed my whole life for the better" fantasy. He seriously deserves to get recognized for this. I get that he's the loud flamboyant one so that makes it seem like he should get cast as a Howl or a Flynn or whoever, but like. He was waiting for his life to begin, and it does, when he meets Xie Lian.

And like. I get that these are kinda competing interpretations that depend on when you look at canon - I'm looking at the original 800 years ago events, others are looking at Hua Cheng coming in 800 years later - but still the "present" in TGCF isn't imo about Xie Lian having waited to be saved, he hasn't been in a hat shop for his whole life boredly making hats, he's never stopped moving and never stopped adventuring and never stopped striving to change the world. Hua Cheng is living out his "you saved me now I save you" fantasies but fundamentally they save each other over and over and over again and that's beautiful and I hate seeing it erased to make Xie Lian into the wilting flower. Like. The one who basically hasn't done anything that whole 800 years is ALSO Hua Cheng. We don't hear about him going off and having idealistic adventures. Everything we know of that he's done was directly related to Xie Lian (ie burning the temples). Other than that he seems to sit around in Ghost City chilling with his ghoulies. So again, finding Xie Lian is what pulls him out of his funk and prompts him to start acting for good, whereas Xie Lian has been acting for good the whole time.

Ugh. I should shut up now, just, I've been in this fandom for four years and this has become such a pet peeve of mine because it reflects such a huge disconnect between how I perceive these characters and how much of the rest of fandom does. And that frustrates me, cause I wish there was more content in line with my perception.

[sledgehammer-to-a-discoball]

Fun Quest Ideas for BG3.

A secret task: What in the hells?

If playing as the Durge and in pact with Gortash we

1. Go to Flynn's Cobblers and use Illithid power on the parents to learn about his past.

2. Go to the house of hope and talk to Nubaldin about Gortash

3. Kill Raphael in the House of Hope and Save Hope

I think we should be able to tell Gortash we killed Raphael and get a reaction out of him. That would be neat. Not necessarily exposition as that would be ooc, but it would be neat to make Enver think Durge remembers something about him, personally?? or cares enough?

You do with your parents to thy will babygirl, your personal assassin took care of the threat.

Bonus points for conflicted/disgusted (depending on her approval) Karlach dialogue along the lines of 'You're not doing it *for him* are you?!'

[wiltking]

Pairing: Geralt/Iorveth Media: The Witcher 2 Word Count: 7,166 Rating: Explicit

In the crumbing hot springs above Vergen, Geralt and Iorveth come to a few understandings. Stories are laid true, truths are exchanged, and a temporary solace is wrought within an unexpected embrace.

- here's something that i wrote in a frenzied daze across 3 days when i realized no one has written a trans geralt / iorveth fic before. its melancholy, its raw, it haunted by lost memories tinted by lost sorceresses and wounds that cant heal. its also very, very horny.

[marshmellowtea]

celia hates basically all of chris's friends by virtue of them Being Chris's Friends (it personally offends her that there are people who love him better than she ever could in his life), but she has a special distaste for sandra, who she not only dislikes for being a dirty whore promiscuous, but she's also openly accused her of trying to steal chris from her, an accusation that held no weight when it was first leveled at her cuz sandra hadn't thought she cared about chris like that but it slowly became a self fulfilling prophecy as she spent more time with him and his parents and decided "yeah, actually, i am going to steal your son from you and your creep husband you piece of shit, fuck you celia fuck you fuck youfuck you"

[nebulations]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences 

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply 

Relationships: Shen Jiu | Original Shen Qingqiu & Yue Qingyuan 

Characters: Yue Qingyuan, Shen Jiu | Original Shen Qingqiu

Additional Tags: Angst, Yue Qingyuan Angst, not as bad as my fics for him generally are lmao, in which yqy is aware of sj's general flaws as a person and still performs guilt as penance, the enablerrr 😭😭😣, this is my second fic about someone accidentally triggering someone via innocuous phrasing?? whoops, warning for offscreen child abuse as it perpetually exists in a miasma around sj, this is set many years pre-binghe for the record, not particularly sj friendly but i'm trying to be canon-accurate not to bash, this is not a qijiu fic and implying otherwise would make me sad :( 

Summary:

Were Yue Qingyuan a better sect leader, a better man, he would say as much.

Instead, for a moment, Yue Qingyuan feels like his mouth is full of gravel, like his teeth have shaken loose to rattle in his useless, too-full mouth. For a moment, Yue Qingyuan is all howling void, all buried boy. For a moment, Yue Qingyuan is nothing and nobody at all.

Yue Qingyuan, sect leader and once-brother, attempts a short-lived intervention.

[wiltkingart]

Hey does there happen to be a table of contents for mtmtm out there somewhere? I feel like I remember seeing a post with the premise for each story listed at one point, but can't find it now. keep up the good work! 🧚🏻🩸✌️

i haven't made a full list public because i've never seen short story collections that do that. buuut i've kinda sorta been sharing premises with my bonus cover arts anyway, so here's the short and sweet summaries:

horse fly: a nameless aimless knight wanders, lost in time and place, beset by flies.

crystalline: a fairy tale.

godling: an apothecary apprentice seeks the removal of an organ from a surgeon in a house on a graveyard hill.

lambskin: one lucky knight is sacrificed for the good of his beloved Lord -- in secret, in skin, and blood, and sinew.

sting: a renowned alchemist sets out to alter his body one last time.

womb witch: in the middle of a snowfilled courtyard a carnal summoning goes terribly, wonderfully wrong.

mouth to mouth to mouth: where does a prayer go after the gods have gone, and who will rise remade in their shadows?

[thesixthplaneteer]

OC Kiss week 2025 day 6 - Forbidden!

This one actually features new OCs @crownedinmarigolds and I cooked up. VtM of course. And what makes this kiss forbidden? well, it's a toxic vampire/ghoul relationship and not fully consensual.

“That went great!” Samantha said, lounging on an overstuffed sleeping bag with a wide smile.

“Yeah. You got what you wanted and no one had to die.” Martina said, leaning against the wall of their temporary haven. 

The bare gray cement walls, floor and ceiling of the storage unit banished any thought of this feeling like home. A pair of sleeping bags on the floor next to an electric lantern was their only furniture. A small stack of plastic bins held everything they owned, and acted as the sole decor of their suite. There wasn't much room to begin with and their motorcycles took up nearly half of it. It was a pitiful way to live. 

Martina stared at the wall, nearly scowling as thoughts that made her gut twist with guilt ran through her mind. 

“You know,” Samantha said as she stood up. “I deserve a kiss for a job well done.” 

Her eyes glinted as she looked up at Martina, who was nearly a half foot taller, broader, and more curvy than Sam. 

Martina looked down and caught Sam's eyes for only a moment. Her expression softened. Her bright eyes and freckled face were a mask. People easily confused Martina for the kindred, not expecting the short, thin, flat featured woman to be the monster. People so often based their assumptions on appearance it was like a game to Sam. To see how long it takes them to decide who is the kindred. 

“Don't you think I deserve a kiss babe?” Sam’s eyes glinted again. 

Martina leaned down, arms at her side, and kissed Sam gently on the lips. She quickly straightened back out to her full height and crossed her arms over her chest. “Congrats, babe.” Her words came out strained and cold. 

Sam pouted at the swift kiss and cold compliment. “I said, KISS ME” Her tone turned from playful to harsh. Her gaze burned into Martina's eyes and her words etched into her mind. 

Anger, a violent and twisting wrath sparked inside of Martina. She grabbed Sam by the waist, and spun around slamming her into the cold wall. Sam let out a yelp as the air was pushed from her lungs. Martina's brow was furrowed and she bared her teeth as if she were the one with fangs. Excitement rushed through Sam, a rare and welcome feeling. 

A heart beat passed, Sam brought her arms up around Martina's neck. Martina smashed her lips to Sam's, their teeth painfully clacking together. She shoved her tongue into Sam’s mouth, and tasted the vitae Sam had covertly bled from her tongue. 

Martina wept as she desperately tasted the inside of Sam's mouth, searching for more of the vitae as if it were the last she would ever have. She licked clean the inside of Sam’s mouth then pulled away and stared into her eyes. The anger and hate now replaced with trembling euphoria. 

Sam pushed Martina roughly to the ground. Martina, locked in a daze didn't even register the floor coming up to meet her as she now stared at the ceiling. Sam knelt down, and crawled on top of Martina until she was looking down into her eyes, that wide warm smile beaming down. 

“Now it's my turn.” She said in a sickly sweet voice. 

She kissed Martina’s lips and tasted the remnant of her vitae, kissed her cheek and tasted the now drying tear, kissed her neck and tasted the sweat that coated her like morning dew. She kept kissing along Martina’s body, going down lower and lower. Martina whimpered as she received her kiss. A desperate whimper of a mouse caught in a cat's maw.