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michelle's buddie fic recs: week 4!

oh have i got some good ones for you this week! enjoy <3

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading!

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

and i'm not good at winning fights anymore | spaceprincessem/@spaceprincessem | 24k | T

five times Buck needs to feel Eddie's heartbeat and the one time Eddie needs to feel his. this is one of my absolute favourites, it was a reread this week and wow did it hit the spot once more. genuinely a masterpiece, cannot recommend this enough!

baby, say you'll always keep me | hattalove/@hattalove | 8.3k | T

the one in which joking about being married to your best friend is all fun and games, right up until you realize that you're not laughing. soft and sweet and a little silly, the buddie fic trifecta <3 all here in one fic!!

cause i'm tired of sleeping alone | rarakiplin (gmontys)/@hoediaz | 14.5k | T

five (ish) times eddie and buck go on dates with other people, and one time they go on a date with each other. oh this is so FUN i love mutual pining and jealousy and firefam meddling!! so good <3

didn't think you meant it | EtoileGarden | 33.5k | E

“Y’know,” he said. Shrugged again. “That last call? I kind of thought I’d have that by now.” “What,” Eddie raised his eyebrows at him. “A roof collapsing on you?” Buck grunted, elbowed Eddie. Lightly, because he did appreciate the humour in Eddie’s voice. “No,” he said. “Just - married.” i love love love the combination of pining and angst and comedy in this!! it's such a good time all around. another reread, and i'm glad i picked this up again!

i could spend the whole day just gettin' by | rowan_wood/@transboybuckley | 4.5k | GA

“I’m sick,” Buck said, eyes closed, when he could sense Eddie reached the loft. softest loveliest fic <3 i'm such a sucker for these two taking care of each other when they're ill, and this hits the spot so perfectly!

if i get burned, at least we were electrified | kaistinlove/@kaistinlove | 9.9k | E

Out of all the bad decisions Eddie has ever made. This one takes the cake. What did he think would happen when he's watching porn in broad daylight at the kitchen table? listen listen okay. buck's TATTOO. no i won't specify further, just read the fic. the TATTOO. trust me on this one. hot and fun and just so so good!!

if you leave the light on | cloudydaisies | 27.9k | GA

the check engine light comes on in Buck's Jeep, Eddie volunteers to fix it and carpool with him in the meantime, and it all breaks down from there, literally and metaphorically. such a delight of a fic <3 i love how this one nails not only the buddie dynamic, but the firefam as a whole!!

my heart will lead me there soon | ColorfulThoughts/@miscellaneouscolorfulthoughts | 7.4k | GA

Buck is pining for his best friend and copes with a new hobby. Who knew fish would bring them together? mutual pining, they are just too blind to see that is my new favourite tag combination <3 the hurt/comfort hurts and comforts so well!!

never known comfort like laying next to you | thelikesofus/@thelikesofus | 2.6k | GA

A long shift ends with a quiet pizza and movie night within the walls of the Diaz house followed by a quiet confession beneath Eddie’s duvet. this was another reread - quite a few of those this week - and wow does it continue to hit so hard <3 literally all of my favourite tags are right there!! i love soft domestic fluff, and this delivers exactly that!!

the evan buckley matchmaking agency | mmtion/@mmtions | 28.6k | M

Buck tries to set up Eddie. It goes well for absolutely no-one involved. (a 5+1 fic) the best oblivious buck ever!! this fic has such lovely characterisation of all the characters <3

the worm vs the universe | lightyears/@bisexualbellamyblake | 6.9k | T

Adriana moves to LA. It would be great, except that Buck starts dating her. adriana!! i love her so much!! the fact that we know so little about the diaz sisters in canon is wild to me tbh, but until proven wrong, i will just assume that adriana is exactly like this <3

slide it in, right to the top | oklahoma/@chippingmill | 4.3k | E

After Buck shows up at Eddie's door with a six pack, Eddie's mind begins to wonder. A bottle of tequila gives him the courage to ask for something he wasn't aware he's been wanting. this is hot and fun and so good and just so very them <3 i love scenarios like this for buddie, and this one is just perfect!!

vanilla disaster, lemon dream | BlueAzalea/@attack-of-the-blue-penguins | 39.8k | T

Eddie leans on his friends, shaves his mustache, goes to therapy, becomes besties with Maddie, admits he’s in love with his best friend, and learns to ask for what he wants. such a glorious glorious eddiemaddie friendship!! lovely introspective fic, an instant bookmark <3

wake up, boy, you're far from home | Daisies_and_Briars/@cal-daisies-and-briars | 23.8k | E

Eddie is miserable in El Paso, having seemingly made things worse. Buck is miserable in Los Angeles, without him. When Buck agrees to go home to Hershey for the holidays, everything implodes. oh and implode it does... such a fascinating look at the buckley and diaz families (i loved madney here!!) and at buddie themselves, of course. such a brilliant fic!!

when the tequila runs out | Artemis_Unbound/@artemisthehuntress | 5k | T

Drunk Buck is an octopus, Eddie is a pushover, and cuddles are had by all. soft and funny and just the perfect nighttime read <3 this might come last alphabetically, but it was the first fic i read this week, and what a delightful start it was!

[lucdoodle]

FINISHED MAKING THE MOON WALTZ ANIMATIC !!!

(song: Waltz in E-Major, Op. 15 "Moon Waltz" by Cojum Dip)

[felassan]

Game Informer's Dragon Age: The Veilguard coverage archive (MASTERPOST)

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Please note that in some cases article titles were updated at some point after first being published, e.g. the "A Deep Dive Into Dragon Age: The Veilguard’s Expansive Character Creator" article is the same article as "Dragon Age: The Veilguard's Character Creator Is BioWare's Most Robust Yet".

First, here is an archive of the 'index/contents' page, GI's DA:TV "Hub" - [link, Wayback Machine link]

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✅ "Cover Reveal - Dragon Age: The Veilguard" - by Wesley LeBlanc - June 9th. [link, Wayback Machine link]

✅ "Get Your First Look At Dragon Age: The Veilguard's Real-Time Action Combat In First Gameplay Trailer" - by Wesley LeBlanc - June 11th. [link, Wayback Machine link]

✅ "The Dragon Age: The Veilguard Digital Issue Is Now Live" - by Kyle Hilliard - June 18th. [link, Wayback Machine link]

✅ "Returning To The Magic" - by Wesley LeBlanc - June 18th. COVER STORY. [link to screenshots of article, link to another collection of screenshots, link to typed transcript (credit: @acealistair), link to reblog of typed transcript]

✅ "A Deep Dive Into Dragon Age: The Veilguard's Combat, Abilities, Skill Tree, And More" - by Wesley LeBlanc - June 18th. [link, Wayback Machine link]

✅ "Dragon Age: The Veilguard's Leads On The Name Change And Solas' Role In The Story" - by Wesley LeBlanc - June 20th. [link, Wayback Machine link]

✅ "Ahead Of Dragon Age: The Veilguard, The Entire Series Is On Sale For $10" - by Wesley LeBlanc - June 21st. [link, Wayback Machine link]

✅ "Breaking Down Dragon Age: The Veilguard's Classes And Factions" - by Wesley LeBlanc - June 25th. [link, Wayback Machine link]

✅ "Dragon Age Cover Story And Shadow Of The Erdtree Review | GI Show" - by Alex Van Aken - June 27th. CONTAINS A GAME INFORMER VIDEO. [link, Wayback Machine link, link to video on YouTube, backup link to video]

✅ "Dragon Age: The Veilguard's Character Creator Is BioWare's Most Robust Yet" - by Wesley LeBlanc - June 27th. [link, Wayback Machine link]

✅ "Here's How Dragon Age: The Veilguard's 'Unbound' Option Lets You Customize Difficulty And More" - by Wesley LeBlanc - July 1st. [link, Wayback Machine link]

✅ "Dragon Age: The Veilguard Will Feature A 'Robust' Transmog System At Launch" - by Wesley LeBlanc - July 4th. [link, Wayback Machine link]

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✅ "Companions Can Romance And Form Relationships With Each Other In Dragon Age: The Veilguard" - by Wesley LeBlanc - July 8th. [link, Wayback Machine link]

✅ "Yes, Dragon Age: The Veilguard Has Nudity, And I've Seen It" - by Wesley LeBlanc - July 10th. [link, Wayback Machine link]

✅ "A Deep Dive Into BioWare's Companion Design Philosophy In Dragon Age: The Veilguard" - by Wesley LeBlanc - July 15th. [link, Wayback Machine link]

✅ "Dragon Age: The Veilguard Is 'Respectful And Referential' To Previous Games Without Making Them Mandatory" - by Wesley LeBlanc - July 17th. [link, Wayback Machine link]

✅ "BioWare Leads Discuss The Making Of Dragon Age: The Veilguard" - by Alex Van Aken - July 19th. CONTAINS A GAME INFORMER VIDEO. [link (post contains the video), Wayback Machine link]

✅ "Here's The Main Voice Cast For Dragon Age: The Veilguard" - by Charles Harte - July 22nd. [link, Wayback Machine]

✅ "Everything We Know About Dragon Age: The Veilguard's Bellara Lutara [later corrected to Lutare]" - by Wesley LeBlanc - July 22nd. [link, Wayback Machine link]

✅ "Here's Your First Look At Dark Horse's Upcoming 'The Art Of Dragon Age: The Veilguard' Book'" - by Wesley LeBlanc - July 24th. [link, Wayback Machine link]

[tusks-and-claws]

The Death of Peace of Mind

Miguel O’hara x female reader

Summary: "I miss the way you say my name/the way you bend, the way you break"

You think your fearless leader needs help relaxing, but another door is opened entirely

Tags/warnings: smut (18+), oneshot, fingering, blowjob, pronebone, blood, biting, unprotected sex, paralytic venom, dominant Miguel, dirty talk, God there’s so much to list : )

Word count: 3.3k 

Can also be found on Ao3 here. Please give it some love if you enjoyed ;_;

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"I know better than this, I shouldn't be… we shouldn't be doing this."

Miguel O'Hara sat at the edge of your bed, your room softly illuminated by a candle on the bedside table. He liked the dark. His back was to you, his broad shoulders slumped forward, as you had your back against your headboard. He was still in his suit, his mask off.

"Miguel…" you said, starting this conversation again for the umpteenth time. "You have needs, too, y'know." 

He waved a hand dismissively. "What are my needs when compared to all this?" He gestured to nothing. You weren't even at HQ. You were both in your dimension. A vacation, you had said. You could never get him to leave HQ for long. "I know what happens when I try to get what I want. When I go where I don't belong."

You furrowed your brow. "But you do belong here, I invited you."

"You know exactly what I mean." He spoke quickly. Trying to expel the words as fast as possible. 

Your arms crossed over your chest as you eyed him. He'd been through a lot, yes, but what Spider hadn't? How long was he going to keep ignoring himself for the greater good? What purpose would he serve if he tore himself apart? 

"You're right," you said, finally. 

"What?" He asked, peering over his shoulder to look at you, incredulous. 

"You're right," you repeated. "You can leave."

"I… well. I suppose I can leave. Do you… want me to?"

You suppressed a smile. "I don't really care," you lied. 

"You…?" He turned around at that, hands on the bed as he swiveled his torso to meet your eyes. "You can't be serious. I- I made the effort to make sure Jess could cover me so we could come here, I… it's a huge waste of time. You see that, don't you?" 

"I guess so." It was hard for you to break eye contact with him, but you managed to do it, and stared pointedly out the window. 

"You 'guess,' I can't-" he rubbed his face with his hands. "You're so frustrating, I can't read you, you-" 

Your face broke, betraying you, a smirk cracking your façade.

He narrowed his eyes, fully turning around now, bringing his knees up onto the bed to crawl to you. His claws came out, and they pulled at the threads of your comforter, threatening to tear holes. "Is this what you want? You want to make me mad?" 

You blushed as he made his way to you, his sudden intensity stirring you into silence. 

"Well?" He asked. "Suddenly so quiet." He reached you now, looming over you with both hands on the headboard on either side of you, his muscular thighs straddling your legs. His huge frame took up your whole vision, his presence overwhelming your heightened senses. Heat was radiating from his body. His scent washed over you. He was all clean musk and warmth and something deeper, something primal. It played to your baser mind, telling you to lose control and give in. 

You swallowed. "You have no need to stay here." You weren't done teasing him just yet. 

"But you have need, hm?" He looked down to study your form, releasing his hands from the headboard to touch the hem of your shirt. "Don't you?"

You held your breath, nodding.

"Say it." His tone was casual. Flippant.

Your breath left you as your lips parted to speak, the words far from you as your brain grew foggy. He always liked to hear you admit how much you wanted it, how much you wanted him. And he always asked you when he knew you'd struggle to form a response. 

"Yes." It was the only thing your brain made abundantly clear. Yes. Yes, you have needs. Yes, in this moment, he was one of them. 

"Yes what?"

How cruel. Under his gaze for this long, intense and bloodshot, you grew more flustered and delirious. 

"Yes, Miguel, I have need of you." You impressed yourself with the eloquence of your reply. 

"Oh? Oh, do you?" His hands finally moved again, snaking under the bottom of your shirt, the fabric of his suit keeping your skin from touching his. "That's kind of selfish of you, isn't it?"

You nodded, biting your bottom lip and closing your eyes as his hands moved to firmly hold the sides of your waist, thumbs stroking soft skin. He was being careful to not scratch you. Though his claws were retractable, you noticed throughout your encounters that he had a hard time keeping them hidden when his passions were running high. But part of you didn't care if he marked you up. Part of you wanted to keep something from him. Something more than awkward passing glances and intimate encounters that were few and far between. 

"M-Miguel?"

"Mm? What is it?"

"You don't need to be gentle, y’know."

His gaze flicked to meet yours as he raised an eyebrow. He seemed amused. 

"It's just that," for some reason, you felt the need to elaborate. "I'm strong, too. I can handle it. You've been so stressed."

"So… you want me to use you?" His voice was low and level. 

Use. The word sent a shock up your spine. He could see the emotions flashing across your face, the thoughts of him, of what he might do to you. Was this safe? Could he control himself? He'd have to. You'd just have to trust him. 

You released a breath you hadn't noticed you were holding, meeting him in his bloodshot eyes. "Yes. Please."

He grinned, bearing his pearly fangs in the flickering candlelight. The fog in your head grew thicker at the sight of them. Would he bite you with them? How would they feel against your skin? How would they feel piercing you? Would it hurt? Would it-

The feeling of his bare forefinger, claw retracted, gently teasing your slit quickly shut you up. When did he move his hand under the hem of your shorts? You were so deep within your own clouded thoughts, you hadn't even noticed. He caressed you there before carefully plunging his finger into your heat. The feeling was immediately maddening. You bit your lip to keep yourself from asking for more, for another finger, for his mouth, for his- no. You were following his pace. This was what you wanted, yes, but it was mostly for him. You somehow knew that he needed this more than you did, though he'd never admit it.

The whole time, he kept his reddened eyes on your face, studying every reaction. "You're wet, you're so wet…." His voice was quiet. "So, this is what does it for you, huh?" He pumped his finger at a steady pace. You could hear the wet sounds he elicited with his efforts. You braced yourself on his hulking shoulders, preparing for him to quicken at any moment. But he was agonizingly slow. His free hand gripped the headboard above you as he leaned down to whisper into your ear. "Me, your leader, using you." There was that word again. You lightly arched your back into him upon hearing it, trying to keep yourself calm for now. Falling apart could come later. "I try so hard to hold it all together. But you… you threaten me. The looks you give me, your smiles, your smell, estoy cachondo, fuck." Your eyes widened. He only spoke Spanish when his emotions were heightened. He was unraveling. 

Good.

He slipped his digit out from inside of you and circled your clit with a slick fingertip. The feeling was intense and electric, and even though you were still half-pinned by his muscular thighs, your upper body curled into him. "Seeing you like this…" he swallowed, his heartbeat quickening. "Rendering you helpless… It's revenge for how you make me feel when you look at me the way you do. If I can make you feel half of that… that might be enough. You're going to come for me. Feel what I feel." 

You nodded fervently, unable to speak under his attention, his words, his touch. That delicious, warm feeling was building up and coiling in your core as he kept expertly circling your clit, until the coil finally snapped and you came, lifting up off of the bed and throwing your arms around his neck as you whimpered. Miguel continued as you rode it out, reveling in the newfound wetness that came with your orgasm, until you finally settled down, your heart still thumping in your chest. You released your hold of him, your arms weak, your gaze heavy. He seemed to match your labored breathing, his chest rising and falling in time with yours. You had hardly even touched him and he seemed as much of a mess as you were. 

He stared at you like that for a brief moment, seemingly awestruck at your reaction to this newly opened door. 

"God, I need… I need your mouth around my cock." He flipped unceremoniously off of you to lay on his back at your side. "Come here." Before you had time to react, he had a hand on your head, guiding you downward. Despite the forceful movement, he fondly scratched at your scalp with bare fingers, his hand shaking just enough for you to notice. You positioned yourself so your head rested on his hard abdominals while you admired the display he brought you down to see. His hard cock pushed against his nearly metallic suit. The sheen of the fabric left almost nothing to the imagination. You could see his thick shaft, prominent veins like rivers flowing over a landscape, all leading up to the bulbous head. He twitched eagerly as he sighed, trying to calm his heart. 

You reached your hand up to touch Miguel through his suit, and his reaction was bodily. He hissed a breath in through clenched teeth. You played with his hard length, running the flat of your palm up and down the underside of his shaft, until he couldn't take it anymore. He seemed to be able to dismiss parts of his suit at will, and he did just that, creating an opening so he could spring free. It was always an impressive sight, sizable and thick. His golden skin slightly red with anticipation at the head of his cock, soft dark waves of short hair at the base. Reaching up, you gently held it. You couldn't quite wrap your whole hand around it. He exhaled at your touch, skin on skin. The hand he had in your hair gently pushed your head until your waiting lips met the tip of his cock, and you accepted it, closing your mouth around it.

Miguel threw his head back, slamming it against the headboard and shaking the two of you on the bed. The sound startled you, but you knew the headboard would've taken more damage than Miguel. He gave no indication that he was hurt, and so you kept going, sucking on the tip of his cock and being as noisy as possible so it would overwhelm that heightened hearing of his. And overwhelm it did. The soft, wet heat of your mouth was nearly too much for him. And as you started to take him deeper, he reached his arms up and behind him, taking the headboard into a vice grip. You could hear the wood splintering. 

That should've worried you, you should've cared about your furniture being destroyed. But you didn't. You couldn't, not with Miguel O'Hara melting underneath you. He could destroy a thousand bed frames. So long as you could touch him, could hear him moaning, could watch him as he barely held his composure. This would always be worth it. 

You took him further into your mouth, humming around his length at the pleasant,  full feeling. You were slow, holding him there, savoring the taste of him and the weight of him on your tongue.

"M-move-" he croaked.

You turned your gaze towards his face, raising an eyebrow. He was straining. Muscles bulging, chest heaving, fangs displayed in clenched teeth. You could see the prominent cracks in the wood.

"Move your shocking head, amor."

His hands came down to tangle with your hair, grabbing handfuls so he could move your head for you. You happily let him, and he bobbed you up and down on his shaft as you opened your throat to him. 

"Oh, fuck, yes… that's it. Good girl. You're- you're taking me so fucking well." 

Your eyes started rolling into the back of your head fondly. Good girl. He'd never called you that before. You'd be good for him. You'd be so good. 

The sounds coming from you were the very definition of lewd, as were the strands of thick saliva that connected you to him. You closed your eyes, continuing to breathe through your nose, when you felt something prick your scalp. His claws. In and out, in and out. He was struggling to keep control of them.

"Ay, coño, I can't fucking do this." His voice barely a whisper. "You're gonna," he paused, swallowing. "You're gonna make me lose control, you know that?" Despite his words, he kept going, kept moving your head, even started to thrust his hips up to fuck your throat more thoroughly. His moans turned into what could only be described as growls, and the sound of them hit you like an electric shock, making you want him even more. If that were even possible. 

His claws kept scraping you, threatening to fully unsheath. But Miguel never let them. He finally let your head go, bringing his hands up to his face and rubbing it in exhaustion. You stayed on his cock for a moment longer, carefully lifting your head away and disconnecting from him with a wet pop.

He groaned to himself through his hands. 

"Miguel…? You alright?"

"No." He finally said, "no, I'm fucking not."

You cocked your head in surprise at the response, opening your mouth to question him further until you were cut off by him quickly grabbing you and positioning you underneath him. He was pinning your legs again, but you were faced down this time, your cheeks pressed against the soft sheets as he pushed you into the mattress. He finally let his claws out, and with one swift movement, tore your shorts and panties into ribbons. In that moment, you were glad he couldn't see your face. You were grinning like an idiot. Finally. You're finally seeing the side of him that you always knew was there. That you desperately wanted him to let out. Your previous encounters had been tame compared to this. He'd been holding back. 

"Because now," he grabbed your waist with both of his large hands, holding firm. "Now I know that you like being treated like a little fucktoy. I know that you'll be good for me and that you'll listen. What a rarity." He started to line up the tip of his cock with your entrance. "And if I thought you took up too much space in my head already, well-" he chuckled, pushing his tip into your pussy. "I'll never have peace of mind again."

He thrusted into you, and you were immediately seeing stars. With each pump, he took himself nearly all the way out of your warmth before plunging all the way back in. You could feel every delicious, hot inch of him. So deep and so filling. He fucked you into the mattress so thoroughly and so hard that you were convinced a crater was forming underneath the both of you. You felt the sharp points of his claws pricking your skin but not quite puncturing you. Your head swam as you grew dizzy. 

He released your waist, left hand steadying himself on the low headboard, which was bound to break again. His right arm snuck up underneath your right arm, reaching around your collarbone to grab at your left shoulder, pulling you up so you were close into him. His chest was flush with your back. You reached up to hold onto that arm for dear life, as he brought his mouth down to your ear. 

"Wanna bite you so bad, amor," he growled. "You smell so shocking good. Drivin' me up a fucking wall."

"Do it," you said, your voice strained.

"Wh-what?" His pace wavered. "You can't mean that."

"I- fuck- I do. Bite me, Miguel. Please."

"Are you," he exhaled a shaky breath. "Are you sure? It's a paralytic venom. I've- I've used it on Spiders before and we can withstand it a bit, but, shit… I need you to know what you're getting into." 

"Do it," you said again. 

His entire body shook against you. "Unbelievable…." His voice sounded reverent. "Hold on tight."

You listened, gripping his arm harder, shutting your eyes. His mouth came down to meet the crook of your neck. He inhaled, letting your scent wash over him, before carefully sinking his fangs into your skin. The pain was sharp and fast, and was quickly replaced with a wave of warmth and laxity. Your muscles loosened, allowing him to easily pull you in even closer. He moaned against you, his thrusts quickening, his cock feeling like it was hitting your cervix. With every smack of his skin against yours, he buried himself to the hilt. That incredible, intense feeling was building within you again, deep inside your core.

"Fuck," he hissed into your skin, releasing his jaws and lapping at the light trickle of crimson blood. "Good girl, good girl, I've got you."

He held you and didn't let go, caging you against his huge form, fucking you until that feeling turned into a huge sunburst that sent spots across your vision. Your body trembled involuntarily as you clenched around his cock. 

"Yes," he encouraged, "yes, come for me. Give it all to me. I've got you, bebé."

You smiled against the venom, and he was right, it wasn't too potent in your system. It was just enough to comfortably loosen your muscles. You came down from your high as he kept pumping into you, his pace merciless. His body started to shake again, his right hand's grip on your left shoulder tightening. 

“Too much for me to handle,” he rasped. “I’m gonna come… gonna come inside you.”

“Yes,” you croaked, finding your voice and gaining back enough control of your muscles to push yourself up into him. 

His tempo stuttered as he slammed his hips into you, curling against you as he came. His cock twitched inside of you, spilling hot seed in thick spurts. He held you there for a long while, savoring the feeling of being inside you, like he knew he'd miss the warmth once it was gone. Despite what he wanted, he let go of you and flipped onto his back beside you, placing a hand over his heart as his chest heaved. He closed his eyes, trying to compose himself. Silently reaching for you, he pulled you in so you could rest against his chest, your head rising and falling with each heavy breath he took. He stroked your hair as you stared up at him, his face glowing in the yellow shine of candlelight. 

"That…" he started to say, then stopped, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I…. I needed that." 

You smiled, nuzzling into him. "Thank you." 

"You're thanking me?" He asked, laughing at how ridiculous it sounded. 

"Yeah," you said. "I feel like I finally saw Miguel tonight. Not Spider-Man. But Miguel. And I really like him." 

He rolled his eyes but still smiled, petting your head until you fell asleep on him.

[protect-namine]

yingdu episode 5 spoilers

ohhh my god this is everything I want from cheng xiaoshi. yes. perfect. sorry, but I'm a cheng xiaoshi whump liker and link click always brings out the best of them in episode 5 of each season.

there's just something cathartic about how when cheng xiaoshi becomes an emotional mess, it's also when he's most disconnected with the people he knows (physically, as he's diving in a photo and his only link to his home timeframe is a disembodied lu guang in his head) but it's also when he's most connected with strangers (when their own personal trauma lines up with his). to me, it's a showcase of empathy and a strange manifestation of his own agency. something about how the disconnect gives him the space to blow up, and the connection heightens it and grants him permission, almost, to express his anger more freely for his own sake and for another person's behalf.

like. listen, okay, I'm gonna ramble now because cheng xiaoshi is my favorite character in this entire show, but listen. sometimes some fans will conflate adjectives to his character that are usually associated with his character archetype, but they aren't necessarily true about him as a character. and I don't mean it in a, "he's not like that because he grows out of those traits" kind of way. I mean it in a, "he was never like that" kind of way.

one of those adjectives, for me, is when people call him immature. he isn't! to me! imo! he's got big emotions, yes, but I personally don't think the presence of big emotions indicates anything about maturity. because you know what? as long as his primary trauma (feelings of abandonment) isn't touched, he is very good at handling interpersonal conflicts, and that's what's interesting to me.

qiao ling hides relevant information from him? he removes himself from the situation to give himself space and sort out his feelings. he tells her he's fine and that he'll be back.

post-earthquake arc? I'll just copy paste what I already said in a previous ask:

what initially got me was when I was first watching S1, I thought the earthquake arc would have devastating effects on [shiguang's] relationship. listen, I didn’t know what I was getting into with link click, but I thought that was expected. it’s ripe for drama! but how do they handle the fight? they put their side business on hold but they still keep being roommates. they still do their day job. they still talk. they’re still upset but they give each other space but not to the point where they can’t stand existing in each other’s spaces. that’s when I realized that oh, they really trust each other. they have a very solid foundation for their relationship that not even the earthquake arc can break. they’re pretty level-headed about this, actually, all things considered? all the doomed yaoi stuff came later, but that’s just the cherry on top. it’s the way they handled conflict and disappointment in S1 that got me.

okay, protect-namine, why go through that whole tangent? BECAUSE! circling back to yingdu episode 5, we finally, finally get to see cheng xiaoshi let out some of his anger. and it's precisely because his primary trauma point was on the table. he can forgive a friend lying, and he can forgive being told not to change the past. because at the end of the day, qiao ling and lu guang stayed. they never left him.

but he cannot handle abandonment. he cannot understand why people leave. he cannot understand why he's been clinging on to false hope this entire time. and more importantly, he cannot understand how someone can be such a hypocrite about it. "a man who'd rather be kind to strangers than face his own son" like fuck man. cheng weimin you fucked up so bad.

it's the disconnect/connect thing again too. thematically, it makes sense. when does cheng xiaoshi blow up? when he's alone, far away from the people that ground him. alone, the feeling he hates the most. he's not even in his own body. he blows up when he's inhabiting a stranger's. he doesn't even get to be angry as cheng xiaoshi.

how fucked up is that. man. I love him so much.

also I'm going crazyyyy over the family themes going on in link click. much to say about the show itself across all seasons (the twins, qiao ling and cheng xiaoshi, even the liu siblings), but for this episode... god. okay this is slight speculation territory now and I'll try to keep this very short, because this is only tangential to the post. but. imagine xia fei getting the good parent figure in cheng weimin that cheng xiaoshi never had. and he doesn't know!! he's bitter inside about his dad and he's having hotpot with xia fei and he doesn't know he was in that school!! fuck that's so good. that's so juicy.

okay, sorry, I have a lot of feelings about cheng xiaoshi. he's my link click blorbo of all time, and I love when he experiences The Horrors™ because it's also when other sides of him gets to shine.

on a brighter note:

VEIN AND CHENG XIAOSHI MEETING AGAIN!!! their greeting was so cute. also omg does xia fei know? that his boss is maybe possibly a cannibal? actually, wait, I don't think I'd be surprised if he does know.

ah and finally. finally:

I've been having many thoughts on how yingdu approaches "friendships" and their transactional nature (mostly with regards to liu xiao) but I mostly thought they're headcanon stuff. but now. I'm so so happy that episode 5 is bringing out more of the quid pro quo theme. liu xiao with the gift giving. wang qing's "friends" (bullies) demanding her to cheat on the exam for them. and now, vein and cheng xiaoshi having a friendly greeting but also exchanging favors. so good. so good. it goes along with how there's so much handshakes and handholding this season (not just with lu guang and cheng xiaoshi, but with cheng xiaoshi and the the antagonist trio too, who have all met him by "helping" him in some way). something something trust and favors. probably something that deserves its own post though, but I wanted to point this out because I am soooo here for that. it's goes hand in hand (ha!) with the whole fraud/lies vs innocence/honesty theme this season, and deals/contracts being an equalizer to the two. very good. very tasty.

edit: ooh they also point to this in the YE6 trailer too. nice, nice. if you knew someone's true colors, would you still be their friend?

man, I love episode 5. it just hits all the stuff I personally wanted to see. the only flaw is that we still haven't seen the older version of wang qing, but yeah I kinda expected that they'll hide her until episode 6. they're giving her the liu xiao treatment from season 2. sigh. really wish she'd keep showing up in S3, we need more female characters in this show 🙏

[littencloud9]

how to bag a boyfriend, ft. dazai osamu's atrocious customer service

"Can I get, uh… A small black coffee?" The guy looks Dazai straight in the eye. Dazai suddenly feels like he's being stabbed from the inside, all his internal organs twisting and threatening to fail on him right there and then. That includes his brain, apparently, when Dazai opens his mouth and all that comes out is a petulant, "Ew." The guy pauses, blinking in bewilderment. Then, his mouth curls downwards in a slight frown, and there is no reason for him to look even more attractive like that, but he does. Dazai is so screwed. "The fuck, dude?"

or, a pretty redhead walks into the café. dazai.exe has stopped working

☕ [T] 7.6k || skk coffeeshop AU

☕ written under @bsdholidayexchange2024 <3

[hockeyisforthegays]

the heroine is annoying, but she dies spectacularly at the end - chapter 13

Yuuji is about to start his first year at Jujutsu High, for the second time. On this go around, he has no Sukuna, but several entirely new problems to deal with - the foremost being his own classmates. Ieri Shoko is an enigma, Geto Suguru is a ticking time-bomb, and - worst of all - Gojo Satoru is Gojo Satoru. Yuuji would really have his work cut out for him, if only he knew what he was doing.

yes its THAT chapter :3 at entirely the wrong time of year. wrong birthdays only in these parts!!

ALSO OFFICIALLY PAST 100K WORDS YAHOO

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]

saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[tears-of-taelia]

How many times have we done this, Interceptor? You betrayed me at one point.

composition

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Flashback, warm nights.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[mysteryhackin]

Stanuary Week 3: Supernatural

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62606251

Do you ever have so many ideas it causes writer's block? Haha, that was me with this @stanuary prompt- apologies for it being so late!

It's been about ten years since Ford went through the portal, and despite all the crazy things that happen in Gravity Falls, Stan hasn't seen anyone from the outside who seems to know or care. Until two brothers disguised as FBI agents come to town to investigate some disappearances...

Stan let out a bored sigh behind the cashier counter of the Mystery Shack, once again wondering if he should close the whole operation when tourist season ended. It didn’t cost him anything to keep the Shack open, except time he could spend working on the portal, and there was always the chance some family with a weird vacation schedule would come through and give him lots of money, but the days went by so dang slowly.  Maybe he should think about hiring someone just so he could have a person to talk to...

The bell to the gift shop dinged and Stan instantly straightened up, switching on his cheesy grin and spreading out his arms.  “Welcome to the Mystery Shack!  What magic and mysteries can I show you-” he gulped for a split second as the two young men in suits stopped in front of him, pulling out FBI ID badges.

“Agents McVie and Buckingham,” the man with the short hair said, and he and his partner closed the ID holders and tucked them back in their jackets with a practiced motion.  “We’re investigating reports of some hikers who disappeared nearby.”

The rockstar names brought Stan out of his shock of seeing federal agents, and his brain started working again, causing him to notice certain details of the men standing in front of him.  The taller of the men had almost shoulder length hair, and even though they were both clean-shaven the two of them had a slightly disheveled air to them, something Stan had seen enough on himself during his time on the road…common enough, but not a trait of any self-respecting member of the FBI.  And after a few more milliseconds of observation, Stan noticed their complementary features and realized they must have been brothers.

His desperate showman’s smile relaxed into a slightly sardonic expression.  “Agents McVie and Buckingham, huh?” he asked, casually folding his arms.  “Nice t’meetcha.  I’m Agent Nicks, but my friends call me Stevie.”

The taller one’s expression flickered with uncertainty, but his brother- Stan decided that despite the height difference, he was the older brother-let out a slightly strained laugh.  “We get that all the time, but if you want to call our supervisor…” he held out a hand with a- rather impressive, Stan had to admit- business card with the FBI emblem emblazoned on it.

Stan didn’t take the card and snorted.  “Yeah, a fake phone number that probably has your buddy on the other end of the line to vouch for you, right?” he shook his head.  “You’re gonna have to do better than that.”  

The younger brother started.  “You know we can arrest you on obstruction-”

“C’mon kids,” Stan sighed, “You ain’t feds.  Now are you gonna buy something or get out of here?”

The brothers exchanged glances, clearly having a conversation without actually speaking to each other, and Stan felt a sad pang of familiarity as he watched them.

“All right, fine, you got us,” the older brother said impatiently.  “Cards on the table, we’re just looking for… uh, weird information about the town so we-”

“Weird?” Stan scoffed.  “Whaddya mean weird?”

The younger brother huffed.  “You know, like… cryptids, monsters, ghosts… abnormal stuff.”

“Oh geez,” Stan muttered, rolling his eyes, but it was to hide how intrigued he was.  Even though his brother was drawn to Gravity Falls for the anomalies, he didn’t come across many other people who were even aware of the odd happenings in the area.   

Both of the brothers’ eyes flashed.  “Look buddy, we try to help people when regular explanations don’t work out.” the older brother told Stan. “And when we started asking around about weird stuff that might have caused the hikers disappear, they told us to come to you.”

“Me?” Stan asked, trying to keep the panic out of his voice as he had sudden flashbacks to when police would question him about his whereabouts during certain crimes.  “Who?  Why me?”

The younger brother gave him a look.  “One of the waitresses in that diner in town-Greasy’s.  She said you were a scientist here to study the, ah,” he paused, taking out a notepad from his jacket, and read “unique flora and fauna of the unexplored wilderness.”  He gave Stan a once over as he put the notepad back in his jacket.  “You don’t act like a scientist,” he said.

Stan breathed a small sigh of relief.  The waitresses over at Greasy’s were OK.  He once more gave them a giant smile. “Science doesn’t pay, boys!” he told them cheerfully, which then gave him idea.  Maybe he could make some money off these shmucks.  “All right, you got me.  So listen, I’ll take ya on an all day tour of the, uh, “unique flora and fauna” tomorrow so you can look for your missing hikers,” he said, and then leaned an elbow on the cashier’s counter and gave them a big smile.  “For two hundred bucks.”

The younger brother’s eyebrows shot up.  “Two hundred!” he said.

Stan’s smile turned evil.  “Each.  Pay up front.”

The older brother scoffed. “No way, buddy.  We’ll find them on our own.  Today.”  They turned to leave.

“Wait!” Stan stood up straight, and despite the situation, felt his blood start to fizz.  He loved negotiating.  “I’m running a special for the off season- three hundred for both of ya.”

The brothers stopped and turned around.  “Three hundred, we pay you after the tour, and we go today.” The older brother said, a small smirk on his face.

Stan reflected the smirk.   “All right, three hundred, you pay me after the tour, we go tomorrow- you can’t tromp around the woods in those monkey suits- and at the end of the tour I’ll show you where the best pie in town is.”

The older brother’s eyes gleamed.  “Buy the pie and we have a deal.” He held out a hand.

“Done,” Stan said, taking the man’s hand and shaking it.  “Name’s Stan Pines.”

“Dave Colt,” the other man said, then jerked his head to his brother as he let go of Stan’s hand. “And that’s Scott.”  The younger brother barely gave Stan a nod.  “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

Stan couldn’t help his shark’s grin.  “Pleasure doing business with you.”

“Yeah,” Dave said sardonically, and once more turned to leave.

“Oh, uh, one more thing,” Stan said hurriedly, as a thought came to him.  Stan didn’t want them to run into those jerks at the Society of the Blind Eye before he could get his money.  “Maybe leave talking about looking for weird stuff on the downlow.  The locals aren’t real friendly when it comes to people talking about the, uh, supernatural in this town.” 

“Uh… thanks,” the younger one- Scott- said doubtfully, and they continued their exit.

Stan could hear their conversation.  “I don’t think we can trust that guy Dave.” Scott said in a loud whisper.

“We don’t have much of a choice,” Dave said, and the shop bell once more tinkled as they opened the door and left the gift shop.

“Heh,” Stan chuckled wryly aloud to no one.  “At least they’re not total idiots.”

Even though Stan practically had the Journal labeled “1” memorized, he still took most of the evening looking through it with new eyes, trying to find something the boys would be interested in enough for them to give him three hundred dollars and then get out of town.  It couldn’t be anything too dangerous- Stan felt a little bad about the missing hikers, but they were probably dead already and it wouldn’t matter if the brothers found what happened to them or not.

Ah, here we go… the Enchanted Forest should be good.  Show those two brothers who take things too seriously some gnomes and fairies, get three hundred bucks, snag some fairy gold for the pie tomorrow, he should be good to go.

As he tinkered with the portal, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander about the brothers investigating supernatural occurrences.  One who seemed a little more confident than the other, one who seemed slightly more studious.   They didn’t have a problem with lying and cheating a little, and, despite Stan calling them on their FBI ruse, still were skilled enough to get what they wanted.  He wondered how they would react in the presence of actual magic and anomalies, but Stan suspected they were probably seasoned in that area.

“That’ll be us pretty soon, huh Sixer?” he asked, pausing in his mechanic work to look up at the cold, empty, upside-down triangle that loomed over the cavernous room.  “Travelin’ around, looking at all the weird stuff, savin’ people and pretty girls... me and you, going on adventures together.”  He stared at the portal for a few more moments, then looked back down at his work.  “Pretty soon,” he muttered, and continued working.

It turned out the Enchanted Forest had been exactly where the hikers had been lost, and not only that,  they actually were still alive, just captured unconscious by an enormous tree creature.  And when the three men freed the unconscious hikers from said enormous tree creature, it of course turned its wrath on Stan and the Colt brothers.

Stan found himself looking up at the sky, hand on his stomach as he tried to slow down his breathing.  After Dave had been flung to the side and Scott had run over to him, Stan had delivered the final blow to the tree monster, and as it withered to the ground, he decided to voluntarily lie down instead of giving his legs the chance to give out on him first.

After a few moments, he started to feel a little better and slowly sat up, rolling his neck to get out the kink.  He was starting to get old, and was not happy at that realization.

He looked around and saw the hikers start to wake up, looking slightly bewildered.  He felt a warm feeling grown in his heart knowing that he had a hand in saving them, and couldn’t help but smile.

He then caught sight of the Colt brothers, who were now both standing up, apparently fine, and giving each other a hug as a single manly tear rolled down each of their faces.

“Oh boooooo!” Stan called, cupping his hands around his mouth, and knowing full well that would be himself and Ford if they were in the same situation.  “Stop bein’ such saps and help me get these knuckleheads back to the car.”

After they had dropped the hikers off to the hospital, Stan, Scott, and Dave found themselves at the counter of Greasy’s, savoring the last few bites of pie and the feeling of a job well done.

“Guess you boys are off to solve the next mystery, huh?” Stan asked as they stood up from the counter.

“There’s one mystery we still have left,” Scott said.  “About you.”

Stan laughed.  “They don’t call me Mr. Mystery for nothin’ kid,” he said.  “Sometimes there are things people just aren’t meant to find out.”

“This one should be easy,” Dave said.  “See, Scott here likes to look at old newspapers in the towns we investigate to see if we can find what we’re up against and prepare for what it is.  And he found a pretty interesting article.” Dave nodded to his brother.  “Show him, Scotty.”

Scott brought out an old newspaper from about ten years ago with the headline “Stan Pines Dead” emblazoned on the top.  “This you?  Stan Pines, right?”

Stan sighed.  Why did people have to be so nosy?  “No, it ain’t me.  I’m standin’ right here, ain’t I?”

“Are you?” Dave asked, folding his arms and not breaking eye contact with Stan.

Stan rolled his eyes and looked away to whip up a couple of fake tears.  Yeah, fake.  “My twin brother,” he said.  “Stanley.  I’m Stanford.  I stay here to... to honor his memory.”

“Oh.” both Scott and Dave had the decency to look stricken.  “Sorry.”

“Yeah,” Stan said, then swiped the paper out of Scott’s hands.  “No reason for you to stick your noses in other people’s bus-”

“Is he a ghost?”  Dean interrupted.

Stan was startled.  “What?  What kind of a question is that?” he snapped.

“Well, considering all the crazy stuff we’ve seen out here, it’s not beyond the realm of possibility.” Scott said.

Stan burst out laughing. “Come on, kids, there’s no such thing as ghosts.  There’s no such thing as any of the stuff you think you’ve seen out here.”

Dave and Scott looked at each other.  “…you just saved us from a monster in the woods.” Dean said a little impatiently.

Stan waved his hand.  “That’s different.  Probably a product of radioactivity, or the whole thing was some kind of hallucination ‘cause of some mushrooms or somethin’ like that.”

Scott sniffed.  “Yeah, right.” he eyed Stan.  “Still...” he glanced at his brother, who nodded.  “I think we’re going to have to stay here for a while and check it all out.”

Stan’s expression froze.  That was the last straw.  He couldn’t afford to have two dumb kids poking around the town, poking around his past... and besides, he didn’t like the way Dave winked at Lazy Susan when she gave them their pie. 

Well, there was nothing else to be done. 

With the three hundred dollar wad of cash sitting happily in his pocket, he turned on his fake smile and put his arms around the brothers.  “OK, OK, you got me.  There’s lotsa weird stuff going on in this place, and I appreciate the fact you want to learn some stuff.  So as an added bonus with no additional charge, lemme introduce you to the, uh, foremost experts on the supernatural in this town: The Society of the Blind Eye.  Here,” Stan started steering them out of the door.  “Their meeting place is just down the block…”

There was only room for one supernatural-investigating-brother-duo in this town, and it sure wasn’t going to be the Colt brothers. 

Not with Stan being so close to bringing Ford home.  He just had to carry on.

[icewindandboringhorror]

indeed my exact process once every 8 months or so

[autisticlenaluthor]

rory's blind date with a book (supercorp edition)

I've been thinking about how to create a master list of all my fics and thought this would be a much more fun way to do it. here, you will get the basics of each fic, but just like with a real blind date -- the plot & title will be a surprise! i hope you enjoy :)

one or two shots

☀️: domestic supercorp, small town au, lots of pretty vibes, healing, and fluff

☁️: lena centric hurt/comfort, autistic lena, and self acceptance/healing (again)

🦕: domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, and dinosaurs (not real ones). lots of softness and cuddles. established relationship. this was honestly just an excuse to write a story that is 100% supercorp snuggles

🐄: farm house idiots building a life together, coping with anxiety, fluff, and a proposal

👽: explorer lena, useless yet genius lesbians, hurt/comfort, humor, and fluff. also autistic lena if you squint

💜: trauma recovery, hurt/comfort, heavy angst, and very lena centric. be sure to read all of the trigger warnings as this one is a pretty heavy story

😔: sickfic, a story about bad tummy aches written by a girl with chronic tummy aches, lots of hurt/comfort, autistic lena, established relationship

multi-chapter fics

🐙: this fic is if like if the vibes of gilmore girls and "back to December" had a baby. there's angst, there's hurt comfort, there are immaculate vibes and stunning imagery. there's autistic lena, sleepovers, cuddles, ice skating, hand-holding, chess matches, broken fingers, and everything else you could possibly want including a sequel.

🐳: the sequel to 🐙. there's (almost) all of those same things except this also includes lena wearing a dress made out of police tape and some very soft smut.

🦖: post-crisis AU with found family, healing, and holiday fluff. touches on grief, kara's anger, and sam's various relationship dynamics with lena. there are also adorable family scenes and unexpected parenting

🤕: this fic is like two stories in one - it follows kara and lena's lives as kids and adults. lots of hurt/comfort, a deep dive into their trauma & healing, friends to lovers, and so much domesticity. both kara and lena are autistic. lena grows up very ill - this is the sickfic of all sickfics.

🏝: lena centric. lots of angst/hurt comfort. vivid imagery, diving deeper than we've ever gone into lena's past. an expansion on her life before the luthor's. autistic lena, of course. this one is pretty heavy, so mind the TWs. it is also the fic I believe to be my best work.

✨: friends to lovers, slow burn, queer platonic relationships, destigmatizing “scary” mental illnesses, autistic lena, trauma recovery & general themes of healing. Lots of hurt/comfort, communication, with a balance of angst and fluff

📚: what if lena nobody knew lena was lena luthor? slow burn but SO soft, so much fluff and hurt/comfort. again, lots of beautiful imagery. kara is willing to learn an entire language for lena before she even knows her last name. she also has an ongoing rivalry with lena’s asshole cat. autistic lena in the sense that - it was not intentionally written that way but every single person i’ve ever spoken to about this fic believed she was purposefully written as on the spectrum

💛: THE autistic lena fic. that’s all i’ve got to say. 

🍞: slice of life sickfic showing two stark realities of kara and lena existing in the same world, but in different galaxies. friends to lovers, eventual hurt/comfort. autistic lena & ADHD kara! 

😱: supercorp if they were wealthy milfs living their best lives until they aren’t. mystery, angst, and some thriller elements!

other:

🐢: a series of oneshots to add to 🤕, including some deleted scenes. just a way for me to add to that universe without clogging up the original fic

[rexwrendraws]

Sandcastles: Year One, A Sandman Fan-Fic Anthology ⏳

To celebrate The Sandman's one year anniversary this past weekend (how has it been a year already!?), I started a self-indulgent project and decided I wanted to take a crack at typesetting for the very first time.

So, I'm very proud to present: Sandcastles, an 180-page digital anthology that celebrates some of my favorite Sandman fics from the past year! Sandcastle collects shorter fics ranging from gen to mature, and is print-ready and available to be downloaded for free. Through this anthology, I hope others can get the same joy from these fics the same way I did over the past year (think of it as a glorified fic rec list)! (And, if anyone's interested, the print-ready files are available for download as well, if anyone wanted to print their own copy of Sandcastles!)

✨ Download Sandcastles here!

Thank you to all the authors for giving me permission to include their work in this anthology! This is my love letter to all of your work! Please check them out and leave a kind word or two!

The fics included in Sandcastles, in order of the Table of Contents, are the following:

Companions - Picture_Yourself (@anthrossandman)

Fridays - hardly_an_escape (@hardly-an-escape)

Warning Sign - issylra (@issylra)

Snacktime - fishydwarrows (@fishfingersandscarves)

Stray - softestpunk (@softest-punk)

Aulon Raid - moorishflower (@moorishflower)

Unbidden Miracles - mostlybuddingthoughts (@mostlybuddingthoughts)

Available - softestpunk (@softest-punk)

Points of View - cuubism (@cuubism)

Fern-Fevered - notallsandmen (notallmaenads) (@notallsandmen)

The Last - secondjulia (@secondjulia)

Scratch a Little Itch - sanyumi (@valeriianz)

Simple Dreams of Comfort - softestpunk (@softest-punk)

The Apocalypse is Nigh! - cuubism (@cuubism)

To Those Who Dare Wonder - Astrophel_Hireath (@mentallyinvernation)

The Perils of Inebriation - Lilibet (@the-slow-arrow)

Touch - softestpunk (@softest-punk)

Passing the Time - Anonymous

I'm Stuck on You (I'm Mighty Glad You Stayed) - hardly_an_escape (@hardly-an-escape)

Hob Gadling vs. The British Museum (Unknown Artist, c. 2022, Oil on Canvas) - TheAllKnowingOwl (@theallknowingowl)

This also counts as my submission for Day 1 of @mr-sadman 's Sandmanniversary 2023 prompts (Collection) :)

_ _ _ _ _ (Post & files updated — 29.08.2023)

[luna-the-cretar]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61977679

Yet another short fluffy Frostbek fic. Next one will be much longer, I promise.