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wr1t3w1tm3 · 6 months

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The Outsiders Vampire AU - V1

Welcome to the Degeneracy, ladies n' gents.

It started with Steve... of all people. One night, only three raw months after the Curtis' parent's accident he climbs through Pony and Soda's window and yanks Soda awake. Begging for help.

Sodas next. Steve's practically a hatchling. He has little control. He retains enough sense to do the deed outside the house. Both boys wake up the next morning in the lot and thank the Heavens that it's cloudy.

Darry and Pony are worried, but Pony's not over his last tiff with his eldest brother and suggests that Soda was already at the DX. With Steve supposed to be in school that day, there's no way of knowing until lunch time. Ill at ease, Darry hurries Pony off to school and heads to work.

Steve and Soda clamber through the same window Steve broke in hours prior and crash. Soda is dead tired still, and both are somewhat toasty from the sun coming out as they reach the house. Steve wakes before Soda, and some part of him realizes that he's got to get Soda right before Darrel or Ponyboy get back. He doesn't even know what he is anymore, but he sure as hell doesn't want to bring anyone else in unless he has too. Soda's already one to many. He grabs a couple squirrels from the trees out back - able to jump up and reach them even in the higher branches - and he gives them to Soda. He has to turn away, but the sound Soda makes as he sucks them dry is enough to make him sick.

It's not enough for long, and even Steve is starting to get hungry again. They discuss it briefly. They'll head over to the DX for work - Soda'll fib 'bout being sick n' Steve's not 'spossed to be in 'till four anyhow. They'll 'grab some'in' on their way back.

Work does not go well. Neither of them can keep their wits about them long enough to do much. Once the garage closes at eight their boss sends them home with a stern warning to get their shit together. Soda has to hold Steve back. The way the man yelled, his neck bulged, and his veins popped particularly pleasantly. Soda's still got some wits 'bout 'im, but not much.

On their way back they see a sign advertising a blood drive at the University of Oklahoma the next day. The truck's probably going to the medical center. They'll catch it after work.

Neither mentions how disgusted they are.

The next is Johnny, then Pony in rapid succession. Darry's still at work, doing the books now that it's after five. Johnny and Pony are trying to do homework. Pony smiles and gives them a little wave. Johnny glances up then back at his schoolwork.

Soda can't hold Steve back this time. He goes for Pony - he's closest. It's easy. One swift bite to the neck. Pony doesn't register what's happened until he's practically limp. Immobilized by whatever the fuck they inject when they bite. Johnny leaps from his seat, but there's blood in the water. With a crazed look in his eyes, Soda jumps 'im. He's knocked on his back and out cold in a few milliseconds.

When the two boys come too, it's to Soda cryin' n' Steve trynna comfort 'im. Both Pony n' Johnny are weak on their feet. Steve offers to run to the hospital and get somethin' to drink. Soda stays behind to keep an eye on them.

Luckily, Darry works late, and Steve arrives with the blood with plenty of time to spare. He has several for Pony and Johnny, plus a couple extra. Soda takes two, mentioning it tastes better than squirrel blood. Pony writes that down. Johnny nods but doesn't talk much. They all agree that they'll hang out for the night and meet sometime early the next morning - preferably while it's still dark - to discuss things.

When Darry arrives, everyone's lounging on the couch, watching tv. Two-Bit comes by, reeling drunk, and Soda has to physically dig his nails (which suddenly don't feel all that much like nails) into Pony and Johnny to keep them off Two-Bit. But he leaves quick enough and Darry heads to bead without more than a cursory 'good night'.

They pow-wow outside. Steve and Soda share what they know: they're tired during the day but are fine. Sun hurts more, so lots of sunscreen. Pony actually throws away his cigarettes, unable to take the smell when he lights up. They agree to meet in the lot the next evening and come up with some sort of dinner plans.

Steve and Johnny head home. Pony's worn out enough that he falls asleep easy. Soda tosses and turns, keyed into the beating of Darry's heart in the other room. When he wraps his arm around Pony, he's cold. Too cold.

They meet in the lot and head to the medical center. They steal blood right out of the back of the truck - draining it into several beer bottles too look less suspicious. They end up back in the lot, drinking. Two-Bit joins them. Luckily, they're satiated. They're not tempted as they were before. It's a relief.

Over the coming months, the start to figure things out. Steve reveals he was jumped attacked by some Soc's when he was closing the DX the night he got bit. Johnny gets jumped around a month after they were turned - or simply bit, as Soda puts it - and Steve recognizes him. The Soc recognizes Steve too.

He's 'bout as useful as a drunk Two-Bit. Unsurprisingly, he's next. Wrong place wrong time. They'd just met at the lot to go on a "run" and Two-Bit wanders in, smelling like cheap beer and motor oil.

Johnny reports tearfully that Two-Bit's blood does taste like beer. He's out long enough for them to get him something, but they know it's not sustainable. They can't keep stealing from the hospital. It doesn't' feel right.

Two-Bit of all people suggests that maybe there's a balance: enough to take what they need, but not enough to 'go all the way'.

It takes a little practice, but they find that balance. From there, it's just finding the targets. They split up a bit: Steve and Soda 'hunting' together (Soda hates referring to it as 'hunting') and Pony and Johnny. Two-Bit is usually a longer, but he'll sometimes stick himself in with one of the other groups. They tend not to hang out all together at the same time. To suspicious. But they have a pattern: Steve and Soda pick out the actual hoods and crooks who come into the DX; Pony and Johnny do the same at the Dingo with Dally and Two-Bit, though he tends to take anyone he finds: he especially stalks the bars, still chasing the kind of drunk he used to get before he got bit. Occasionally (though he never admits it) Johnny will drink from his parents, using the balance Two-Bit came up with and taking enough for himself but not enough to kill them. He pretends he's counting calories. Now a days his parents are a more reliable meal than they've ever provided in his entire life.

They rarely talk about it. Better to just pretend like it isn't extremely disgusting and just roll with it.

Darry's next. It was only a matter of time. It's just a couple weeks before the Rumble. Soda's gone onto the night shift - saying that's where his boss needed him - and Steve's joined him, dropping out of school entirely. Ponyboy stays in, but he's perpetually tired. On one such occasion, he walks in, and Darry is home. He didn't have to do the books quite yet. Pony's tired, and very, very hungry. Spent from being at school all day. He slips.

Soda bolts up when Darry screams and works desperately to pry Pony off Darry. But the damage is done. Darry's out cold and quickly on his way to joining them. It's the first time Soda scolds Ponyboy: for waiting too long between meals, for not just nicking from a blood truck or some hapless animal in the neighborhood (as bad as they tasted). Soda calls Steve and Two-Bit over and it takes all three of them to hold Darry back when he wakes up. Pony barely arrives in time - despite the speed boost acquired once he was bit.

Darry's unsettled. Unsure. His livelihood - the Curtis households' livelihood - depends on his toiling in the hot sun all day. What'll they do now? Two-Bit jokes that he could be a bouncer at Buck Merrill's. Soda assures him that as long as he wears lots of sunscreen, he'll be fine.

At first Darry's more like a kicked puppy. He's still imposing, but he acts like a gentle giant, unsure of himself. By the time the rumble rolls around, he's feeling much surer of himself. Pony and Johnny still make for Windrixville after Johnny kills Bob - only this time it's both boys who're responsible for sucking Bob dry.

Darry lets Pony fight this time. Johnny fights too, more confident without his scar and completely fine. Darry's still dealing with smoke inhalation when it rolls around. But just as their gang and Tim's are lining up against the Soc's, he comes runnin' in and all hell breaks loose.

Darry's the last to get bit. It's a Soc. The one who turned Steve. He grabs Dally, eyes aflame n' red, and brings him down. When they finally get to him, he's out cold. At first, they think he's just been clobbered, and they carry him back to the Curtis house. Then Two-Bit mentions he can't hear his heart beatin'.

He's barely in the house 'five minutes 'fore he wakes up. He's mad at first, but then he's cool as ever, but still pissed. The gang explains everything. Dally takes it in stride, jokin' 'bout how Pony could do all the rodeos he wanted and how Darry could be a bouncer at Buck's. And as much as it sucked, they would make the most of it. Soda assured them of that.

In the end, sure, it was Steve's fault. But in the end, they were together, forever. They'd really always have each other's back.

And for as long as he could, Darry worked as the Bouncer at Bucks (until people got suspicious of his youth and everyone was forced to move to Wichita and start over in the 80's).

All of this thanks to me trying to decide if Steve would be able to exist in the Outsiders in 1965 if Lestat - also a Tom Cruise character - from the vampire diaries already existed... and then I remembered they were from different exclusion zones, and it all works out until Steve goes to war. So, post canon (to The Outsiders at least). All for my fandamonium AU, which I'll be posting more of here soon.

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anna-scribbles · 1 year

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“He was— He was my ‘buttercup’,” she sobbed out, and his hand gripped her far shoulder, “And I— I never even— I never got to tell him how much he m-meant to me— not even th-the stupid sun thing—”

“Oh… Marinette…” he whispered, his nose brushing against her hair, “The sun thing wasn’t stupid.”

this scene from chapter 6 of drowning (in plain sight) by @buggachat has PLAGUED me since i read it i am deeply unwell

#my art #ml #ml fic rec #miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #is it monday yet. is it monday yet.#ugh this fic makes me SICK #it hurts so much i’m sooo unwell #buggachat just. creates scenarios which wrench all my guts in such a specific way #thank you for your service queen. i’m doing so bad #would really really really like for things to get better soon #or keep making them suffer. i will absolutely be reading either way #also i colored this in sort of a different way than usual and it was fun #okay goodnight.

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coraldonkey1102 · 3 months

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thinking about how if it was any other story, Wilson, on his deathbed, would give house the classic "don't die. live. for me. please" last words. but not in this one. Wilson wouldn't do that to house, he knows it would be a cruelty to give house that choice or to leave him alone in the world. and Wilson wouldn't do that. and deep down, Wilson knows that he's just selfish enough to want to know he's not dying by himself.

#im on the bus and i had thoughts and i had to type this out I'm feeling motion sick now #anyway #house would not listen to “live. for me” last words #he would either go “fuck you and fuck that” and die anyway or send himself in a spiral over honouring wilson vs being done with it all #and wilson knows this and wilson wont do it to him #this is in the universes where house doesnt stay to kill 13 or stay to get a funeral (because wilson deserves that) sorted before dying #im all for fics/headcanons where wilsons in remission and stuff but also im a sucker for tradgedy and these gay fucks #house md #hilson #hatecrimes md

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thevioletcaptain · 8 months

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if you as a fic reader ever become possessed by the urge to do a popularity bracket with the fics other people wrote and shared for fun and for free, consider:

don't ❤️

#just!!!! make a rec list!!!!!!!!!#popularity contests do nothing but drive writers out of fandoms by pitting people against their friends #and invariably result in people being assholes in the comments as if the people who wrote the fic can't see it #like ''oh clearly fic x is better than fic y''#or ''why is fic c even in this poll?''#nobody gains anything by you doing a bracket to see which fic is the ''most popular''#a stat which could be found more easily & less cruelly by simply hitting the sort by bookmarks/kudos button on ao3 #anyway ugh. i saw that one of my fics was being pitted against one of my friend's fics in this bracket that's going around #and i have no idea who is ''winning'' because i refuse to look. but either way it's gonna feel bad!!!#because i want my friend to get his flowers so i want him to win!!! but i also would like to know that people like my fic!!!!#so it's just a lose/lose situation even though i generally don't give a shit about numbers #but this turns it into a schoolyard popularity thing #and the emotional response to having people *vote* on if your work is *better or worse* than other fic is hard to ignore #cannot reiterate enough JUST MAKE A REC LIST #or if you absolutely must do a bracket like this do it in a private chat server or something #don't create a public forum for people to pass value judgements where the authors can see it #and feel bad if they get told their fic is ''worse'' than someone elses #but also feel bad if they get told theirs is ''better'' because it came at the cost of telling another author they weren't good enough #ANYWAY i still feel sick with a super sore throat and a headache & am probably extra cranky because of it #(still testing negative thankfully so it's probably just weather/allergen related)#gonna go make some tea and prep the fic updates i want to post today #cass says things #fandom problems #wank adjacent

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skyward-floored · 2 years

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Whumptober day 21 — “you’re safe now”

Continuation to day 10!

*clears throat nervously* Fierce Dadity anyone..?

The whole Fierce Dadity thing is such a fun concept, and trying to write it at least somewhat well was a bit of a challenge for me I’ll admit. I’m usually more for the “angsty possession” view rather than “all powerful deity who is actually a dad”, so I really hope I did it justice...

@skyloftian-nutcase you wanted to be tagged for this :)

Warnings: non-graphic descriptions of injuries, blood and a small bit of vomiting

Ao3 link

Day 10

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The Yiga didn’t stand a chance.

Six foot soldiers and a blademaster were nothing to the might of the Fierce Deity, who let out a roar as soon as he took Sky’s place. Time was only barely lucid, but even he flinched a bit at the war cry. The Yiga holding him seemed to have similar reactions, and they fled mere seconds later.

Time fell to the ground after they dropped him, too dazed to catch himself, and drew in a sharp gasp as the raw skin on his chest and back was jarred. He felt like one big scrape, his skin like fire, and he focused intently on not passing out despite how tempting it was.

Sky needed him.

He heard more sounds of fighting, but focused on trying to breath through the pain he was in so he could actually move, and managed to get a shaking hand under himself. Bracing himself, he pushed up, then cried out as the motion jarred his back.

He fell back to the ground with a hiss, and took several quick, steadying breaths, desperately clinging to awareness. He needed to stay awake, the Yiga were still here, they could attack him again, and he was the only one who knew what the deity was capable of, what he inflicted on his wielder—

Heavy footsteps sounded in the grass, and Time suddenly realized it had gone very quiet.

He managed to raise his head, and met the glowing white gaze of the Fierce Deity, staring down at him in silence.

He flinched in spite of himself.

“I have eliminated the threat.” the Deity spoke, threads of Sky’s voice overlaid in his deep, powerful voice. Time swallowed and tried to speak, but let out a pained cough instead.

He sucked in a sharp breath at the pain the action caused, and heard armor clink as the Deity kneeled next to him. A hand ghosted along his back, and Time flinched again, but as he did so, the Deity let out a... concerned murmur?

“You’re safe now,” the deity gently rumbled, and Time coughed again.

“R-release Sky,” he managed to get out, and the Deity cocked his head, not unlike one of the dogs that frequented the stables in Wild’s era.

“He is perfectly safe. And you are in need of attention he cannot give at this time,” the Deity spoke, and carefully peered at the injuries on Time’s chest. “This shirt has to go.”

“Wha—“

The Deity abruptly drew his impressive blade, and Time startled, gritting his teeth as pain sliced up his back.

“Calm yourself little one.”

Time swallowed, then watched in utter bafflement as the Fierce Deity very carefully used the tip of his huge double-helix blade to cut what was left of Time’s shirt off and away from his injuries.

The torn fabric stuck to him a bit, blood making it cling to his skin, but the Fierce Deity was oddly gentle in peeling it away, gloves hands barely even touching him. Once his shirt was off, the Deity ran another hand over Time’s back, not touching him anywhere the whip had ripped open his skin.

“They were thorough...” he rumbled, anger rising in his voice. “This needs immediate attention.”

Everything was moving a bit too fast for Time, who’s pain-addled brain was just very, very confused at all of this.

“Why..?” he breathed, “what a-are... ngh...”

Time pressed his forehead to the grass below him, trying to breath steadily. He’d been in pain countless times before, but this was definitely some of the worst he’d experienced, streaks of agony lashed all over him.

The Deity next to him shifted slightly, and Time didn’t have the energy to look up at him again.

“You need to rest. I apologize for the discomfort.”

And before Time could do anything, the Fierce Deity had swept him up into his arms.

He would have resisted the motion, but even with how carefully the deity was, the act of being picked up sent agony across Time’s back and chest, and he breathed in a choked breath as searing flames seemed to lick up his skin.

“I’m sorry little one, please stay awake.”

A hand comfortingly carded through his hair, and Time was in too much pain and confusion to try to resist the motion. It was oddly soothing, despite knowing a literal unfathomably powerful deity was doing it, and Time felt some of the tension in his shoulders ease.

But just a little.

“P-Put me down,” he rasped, weakly pushing at the deity’s arms.

“I am taking you back to your bedroll where you can rest,” the Deity said smoothly, not moved in the least. “Struggling will only increase your pain. Please desist.”

Time frowned. He did not appreciate being spoken to like a child, he’d already had plenty enough of that in his life, thank you.

“Do you have any potions?” the Fierce Deity asked before he could voice his annoyance, and Time sighed again.

“In my... bag,” he managed to get out, and the Deity nodded as he kneeled down again, gently sliding Time out of his arms and depositing him onto his bedroll.

Time winced at the motion, but the deity had been careful, and he wasn’t jarred too much as he was laid down. The position of the injuries he’d received made finding a comfortable position a bit of a task, but he managed to lay on his side, and that didn’t hurt him too much.

The Fierce Deity wandered over to Time’s bag, carefully rifling through the contents before pulling out a red potion bottle. He made his way back to Time, and the man looked up at him in disbelief.

“Why are... you d-doing this?” he asked, and the Deity raised an eyebrow.

“It is not often I get to speak to you from the other side of the mask,” he began, sitting down and pulling the cork out of the bottle. ”Is it so wrong of me to want to help my wielder in a different manner than just in battle?”

“I thought you were a war god,” Time rasped, and the Deity chuckled. Chuckled.

“Some have called me that. Is it really so surprising that a “war god” would care for the one who chose not to merely use him as a tool for personal gain?” the Fierce Deity asked. “Who actually treated him as a person rather than an object?”

Time stared at him, and the Deity let out a small sigh.

“Drink. You are in need of healing.”

Time felt an arm on his side that eased him upwards, and the bottle of red potion was pressed into his hands. He slowly sipped at it, and felt the fire in his back immediately go down, and he quickly drained the rest with a relieved sigh.

His injuries still hurt, but he could think much straighter now, and actually move without nearly screaming. Time looked up at the Deity again, still silently watching him as Sky’s bangs brushed over his forehead.

Time closed his eyes.

“Sky isn’t used to your power,” he said quietly. “I fear for his health the longer you hold him.”

The Deity sighed.

“This is true,” he rumbled, and rested his hands on his legs. “The Chosen will not fare well once I release him.”

He leveled Time with a searching look.

“Are you healed enough to assist him?”

Time experimentally rolled his shoulder, a sort of aching pain rolling through it instead of the agony that had plagued him earlier. The red potion hadn’t fully healed him, but he could now sit up without almost passing out.

“Yes,” he said firmly, meeting the deity’s gaze. “Release him.”

The Fierce Deity nodded, and gave Time an expression that was almost a smile.

“It was good to see you in person, Link.”

Then he raised his hand to his chin, and gently pulled his face off, Sky falling forwards in his place.

Time had to lunge to catch him, and Sky collapsed in his arms, pale with half-lidded eyes. He shivered as Time studied him, and the older man startled a bit at the streak of white in his hair. He stared at it blankly before Sky let out a low moan.

“Sky?” he asked, and the skyloftian grimaced, his face scrunching up.

“N-need to—“

Sky made a choking noise, and Time quickly turned him over, carefully holding his hair out of his face as he abruptly vomited into the grass. Once he was finished he fell limp in Time’s arms, and the older man sighed, wiping his face.

“That... was a lot,” Sky croaked, and Time shook his head.

“You shouldn’t have put it on,” he said quietly, and Sky hummed.

“Don’t care. Was... only way out,” he whispered. “And besides... he care... cares for you...”

“He’s unpredictable,” Time said sternly. “And his power is not to be used lightly. He could have completely overwhelmed you Sky, and I... I don’t want anyone else to have to burden themselves with the mask’s power.”

He sighed again.

“...but I’m glad you did it,” he said quietly. “All things considered, you prevented a much more severe outcome, for the both of us. Thank you,” he finished, and Sky smiled just a bit.

“Sorry for ri... rifling in your... bag,” he murmured, and Time huffed out a small laugh.

“You’re forgiven,” he said with a small smile, and Sky closed his eyes. His breathing fell even, and Time leaned back, watching him sleep. He yawned, feeling a wave of exhaustion go over himself, but someone had to stay awake in case of trouble.

He carefully leaned over and picked up the Deity mask from where it had fallen to the ground, and before placing it inside his bag, gave it a thoughtful look.

“...thank you,” he said quietly.

The mask almost seemed to warm in response.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu time #lu Sky #lu fierce deity #fierce dadity #lu fic #whumptober2022 #day 21 #you’re safe now #writing from the floor #sort of rushed but I am sick!#good endings take brainpower I do not currently possess #yeah two continuations in a row I know #tomorrow is something new don’t worry #wars whump heheh

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magalidragon · 1 year

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twirly | ficlet teaser | 👑

As Loras said they'd break for a commercial, Dany waved and blew a kiss to the camera. He waited a beat, until a commercial popped up for a laundry detergent, and then went to his gym bag, ignoring Davos calling him back to keep up his workout. He rummaged in one of the side pockets and removed his phone.

The contact was for "Stormy" which was wedged in his contacts lists between "Satin" and "Sunny". Satin, being one of his good friends from his Night's Watch days. Sunny being the name that Dany had thought hilarious to name the main office for Prime Minister Stannis Baratheon, who was the antithesis of sunshine. It looked like he just had some weird friend names.

He was about to send the text: You looked incredible. when her message popped up first.

Did you see me?

He smiled, replying. She responded a second later. The outfit not too girly?

You look like the princess you are

It felt fun. I feel twirly. He bit his bottom lip, wondering what to reply, when the gray box popped up. I miss you. Tonight. Usual.

Without responding, he shoved the phone back into his bag and picked it up, slinging it over his shoulder and grabbing his hoodie. "See you later Davos."

#jonerys #my fics #my moodboards #hey look I’m still here sort of #between work and sickness I’m trying lol #perhaps I will post this ficlet soon #bodyguard Jon and princess Dany of course

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gentil-minou · 7 months

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When I was deep in a feverish haze all I could think about was Wei Wuxian's first illness post golden core transfer because cultivators never get sick so when wwx does for the first time he's absolutely awful at it.

Like he's walking around lotus pier trying to pretend he's fine but he's stumbling into walls and almost walks off the deck into the lake at some point. And of course everyone just thinks he's drunk or something cause cultivators don't get sick and wwx goes with it and laughs it all off, pretending he's hungover and absolutely fine, until he ends up shivering in bed until shijie brings him soup with a concerned look in her eyes he refuses to acknowledge.

When he gets better he cracks jokes and pretends it was nothing and hides his lingering cough in his sleeve.

With the Wens it's only a little bit better bc they do know about his core and Wen Qing is a doctor and can help him, but you see wwx can't lie down and rest how can he when there's so much he has to do?

He works as hard as he can, making sure to lift everything for granny even though his body aches and using all his energy to keep A-Yuan happy and distracted, in between moments of clearing resentment, all until he passes out in the middle of an empty path with no one around to see him fall.

Eventually Wen Ning finds him and carries him back wei wuxian wakes up to Wen Qing forcing some awful broth made of scraps of meat and yelling at him to go to sleep and rest. But of course the moment they're all asleep for the night he goes back to work. He can't rest there's no time, even as his head pounds and his body screams and the sickness eats away at his insides as the resentment does the same. There's no time for rest.

Post canon the first time Wei Wuxian gets sick he falls into a old habits and doesn't tell anyone, just continues puttering about and acting fine, distracting the juniors during their lessons and hanging off Lan Zhan's shoulders to tease him while he works.

But of course Lan Wangji notices the way his husband sways more than just with his usual dramatic swagger, and how he keeps shoving his favorite foods away saying he's not hungry as he rubs at his throat.

The final straw is when Wei Wuxian says he's too tired for their everyday but then plays it off as a joke at the look of concern Lan Zhan gives himso they do it anyways. And even tho Lan Zhan is tender and slow tonight Wei Wuxian still passes out from shear exhaustion before either have even finished

Lan Wangji has a moment of panic, thinking he broke his husband but then connects the dots...

When wwx wakes up he's smothered by their warmest blankets and wearing lwj's softest underrobe (because when A-Yuan was sick he liked to wear the robe too for the comforting smell and warmth). He looks around groggy and half asleep calling for his Lan Zhan, feeling bereft and confused.

He's about to get up and find him himself, even though the thought of getting up makes him feel dizzy when lwj comes back and glides to wwx's side with a bowl of congee that has just a hint of red in it. Wei Wuxian teases him about "there must be a rule about breakfast in bed Lan Zhan" and tries to get to his feet, but Lan Wangji pushes him down gently murmuring, "Rest, Wei Ying."

And suddenly its like the Jingshi has melted away replaced with the jagged stone walls of a familiar cave because Wei Wuxian you see he can't rest, there's things to do and people need him and he has to be strong he can't just rest he isn't allowed and what about the Wens he needs to get up he cant just lie here he needs to save them and he cant breathe and his head is going in awful circles and it feels like something is clawing its way out of him and he has to go do something and fix something, until Lan Wangji pulls him onto his lap and starts humming their song as he rubs soothing circles along wwx's back. And even though wwx's breaths are still coming out in terrified waves as his eyes dart around for some unseen threat, despite it all he starts to relax little by little to the sound of his Lan Zhan’s familiar baritone.

When he finally calms down enough he realizes he's been crying, blubbering like a baby leaving disgusting snot stains in the illustrious Hanguang-jun's robes and he tries to wipe them them away before Lan Zhan sees but lwj just holds his face between two hands with the most softesr care, his expression open and honest in a way it only ever is for Wei Ying, and he just keeps humming nonsense and nursery rhymes as he kisses wwx's tear tracks away. And tho wwx still can't stop crying lwj doesn't say anything, doesn't chide or lecture or tell him anything, just holds wwx and lets the smell of sandalwood wrap a comforting and warm embrace around wwx.

Eventually wwx does drift off and he comes to still huddled against lwj's chest, a lovely spot of drool right over his husband's brand and heart, as he reads a book about dual cultivation. It's past midday now and wwx asks about Lan Zhan's duties, fiddling with the edge of his forehead ribbon.

But Lan Wangji simply says, "Wei Ying is most important" and kisses his forehead and goes back to his book.

And Wei Wuxian burrows back into his husbands chest as if he tried hard enough he could carve a hole and bury himself besides Lan Zhan's heart forever, and pretends the flush he feels is from the fever.

They spend the next 2 days like that, with lwj guiding wwx back down to rest whenever the anxiety tries to make him feel bad and then comforting him through it all, kindly never pointing out the way every so often tears start to fall silently down wwx's face when he gets to thinking too much and even more kindly not pointing out the awful inelegant sound of wwx's honking wet coughs.

At some point Sizhui even visits, bringing an attempt at lotus rib soup using what Wen Ning remembers. It's not quite the same but it's more than enough and finally Wei Wuxian feels his shivers subside completely.

When Wei Wuxian wakes up on the 3rd day, well rested in a way he's never felt after being ill, he immediately jumps his husband and smothers his face in exuberant kisses that make Lan Wangji smile his special Wei Ying smile.

And although no one says anything Wei Wuxian knows deep within his gifted bones that from now on whenever he falls ill, there will always be someone to catch him.

(Orignally a threadfic here)

#do i find it funny that when i shouldve been resting instead i was writing a threadfic about how sick wwx should be resting?#not at all #do as i say not as i do #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #Wei Wuxian #wangxian #mdzs fanfiction #bushy writing #i might clean this up and add things to make it into a real fic im not sure yet #also i kinda like the fun of threadfics even though no one reads them because twitter is a broken app thats impossible for new writere to #get any sort of recognition or engagement unless they pay to be verified #its what ive learned and frankly very discouraging as someone who has a lot of ideas and really wants to share them with this fandom #i had way too many when i was sick and shared a bunch on twitter since i wasnt allowing myself to do actual writing #but i kinda like the rawness of threafics #its a fun way to just share a rough unpolished idea #anyways this is my silent plea to any who might be interested check out my twitter where sometimes i write nonsense like this in between #spam retweeting a bunch of pretty fanart

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boxwinebaddie · 2 months

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is fingerbang in rm?

oooooh...iiiiinteresting.

but i'm gonna say no. :/

i Wish i could put them in rm because that would be so iconic, but there's just too much crossover with the characters; i wouldn't know how to work it into the story with everything going on already.

however! i will raise you this:

so back in the stone ages when i used to run the BWB twitter, i came across a post that you might remember me retweeting/replying to a tweet with a picture of fingerbang kyle and regular stan in it.

at the top of the post, someone retweeted it saying something to the effect of 'ugh, i hate celebrity x fan plots, so boring lol' and maybe it's petty but that made me heeeellla overprotective and Viciously Angry bc that's the plot premise of my entire fanfic and i literally don't think it's boring at all??? yes, i'm insane.

that pissed me off, lmao.

but anyways i was looking at that picture of finger bang kyle and regular boy stan and was like...oh my god it's just rm in reverse???

so here's my pitch for the reverse remember au fic aka...

forget?

shdlkshdlkah

so i think that the plot premise or chapter one would hinge on the fact that it is shelley's birthday. and for shelley's birthday, she and her friend got two tickets to go see finger bang live and in concert, world famous boy band, like one direction, beatle-mania level famous.

buuuuuut her friend backs out at the last minute, so she's left with this extra ticket and that girl was her ride so she basically can't go.

let's leave that off to the side for a moment though, so i can tell you a little about what i think forget au stan marsh would be like...

who i think...

is an absolute fucking LOSER.

like i am talking major loner-stoner energies, has literally one friend and i think its butters who is also his roommate, never goes outside, literally just holes up in his room playing his guitar, writes a bunch of really dark edgelordy songs no one will ever hear — they are actually quite good, but again, sort of political and bleak and beat-poetic, is a serious music snob, like really really fucking annoying about music...might bring him working at vinyl tap back, but i also support city wok delivery boy stan, basically only goes outside to barely pay attention in class ( he's a music major at cu denver ), go to work so that he can buy more pizza, beer, video games and i think he's saving up for a really fancy guitar or to see shows which are his safe place.

i predict that he probably is still bleach blonde stan, i maintain that he can still be half mexican like ravenstan, could be really cute if he brushed his hair and stopped slouching, vegetarian, wears the same beanie from high school, rotates the same like four or five tee shirts which are all covered in stains, full of holes, etc. most of them are band shirts or 100% hemp tegridy farms work shirts from when he was working there in high school which he barely got through, btw, cs get degrees, probably wears the iconic stan leather jacket that is obnoxiously covered in pins, big baggy jeans, like, huge, and ofc, the stan marsh combat boots bc he's an midwest emo king.

i assume he has all the stan piercings, certainly the nose one...should i give him the ravenstan lip piercing for shits and gigs? some tattoos?

but yeah, i love him but he's pathetic. he has like zero social skills. he had one girlfriend and it was wendy and they broke up a million times because he kept accidentally fucking up by boyfailing too hard. bi but i don't think he really knows that. like i feel like he has some bi panic moments but he kind of just takes a shot and swallows those down and tries not to think about it so stan probably thinks he's straight.

interesting.

anyways! stan is gearing up to go to this gigantic metal festival that he's ben waiting for..Forever but then gets a call from his mom who is like "stanley marsh, it is your SISTER'S BIRTHDAY! you are driving her to this concert and that is final!" he complains soooooo much like shelley why are you fucking ruining my life to go see gay one direction????? holy shit???? i hate my life????

but the hotel room(s) are already paid for and stan has the tegridy farms family truck ( riley made me moderately obsessed with little beat up pick up truck farm boy stan i love him ) aka weed for speed aka mary jane ( she is stan's baby ) so he picks shelley up who tries to play finger bang the whole way there but stan is a snob and he is like i am driving i am picking the music, but shelley and him keep fightng and probably break the radio and they have to sit in silence hdlksah, the whole time shelley is going on and on and ON about finger bang and how obsessed she is specifically with kyle, who stan doesn't know much about other than the fact that he is little and ginger?

sigh we can have tall boyfail loser midwest emo weed farm skater boy stan and short cute fresh faced world famous popstar kyle as a treat, you are welcome to everyone, but mostly riley.

also because i gave jersey an accent, i mean, i don't think forget finger bang stan has a super strong accent but there's probably a little twang there just from being all the way out there in super hick nowheresville rural colorado, it kind of embarasses him so he doesn't talk much or very loudly at all, might have a slight stammer?

idk i love him he's a qt. <3

anyways they get there and it is PACKED!!!!! it is literally hell, stan is so overstimulated holy shit, like forget ( why am i calling it that like that is so fucking funny ) stan is so introverted, he is not vibing. also because it's all mostly screaming girls with signs and stuff, shelley is one of them, she is holding up this really obnoxious one that says 'DEFILE ME, KYLE' on it like gOOOOOOD.

he's in hell fr fr fr.

but it gets worse because right before they are about to get in, this group of rabid fans runs by and one of them knocks her red sugary drink all over stan and completely douses his shirt. he's ready to die. the hotel is too far away, so he has to go into the stadium store and buy something to wear but sigh...the only option...

is black tee-shirt with the words FINGERBANG ME <3 in a big pink glittery font...but sigh...*raven vc* at least it's black. he has no choice but to buy it rip the guitar fund.

he goes back in with shelley and the finger bang boys come out i think its cartman, kenny, kyle and wendy but...wendyl? might be kinda spicy if stan's ex-boyfriend was in fb, also bc that makes him confused about his sexuality...nina rm/fb trans rights, baby!

stan hates everything about their upbeat, capitalistic, commercialist vibe, all of it is really obnoxious bubble gum pop stuff meant to be peddled to teenage girls, its almost propaganda and makes stan sick.

which, speaking of, the songs are bad, but the singing, he's realizing, is actually quite good, particularly the singing done by the little ginger finger bang boy who shelley is obsessed with who...for some reason stan really cannot take his eyes off of. he also thinks he might be crazy but he swears they accidentally locked eyes a couple times, which meant stan had to take a swig of flask he stashed in his jacket.

but i'm gonna finish this post out with a bang or, rather, a finger bang if you will, because i think ala the virigin sacrifice schtick in rm, they probably single some audience members out...

shelley picks the extremely oppurtune moment before that happens to use the restroom and basically pawns her gigantic DEFILE ME KYLE SIGN off on him, so he's just holding this kyle sign and the FINGER BANG ME teeshirt so naturally, fingerbang kyle thinks he's a fan, gets really close to him, winks, steals his beanie, replaces it with his white, blingy, fluffy ushanka and says

"Hey Cutie,

Wanna Get Finger Banged?" <3 ;) xxx

LKHDSLKSHLKHSLKHD I CAN JUST SEE RURAL BOY MIDWEST EMO STAN HEAVY BREATHING HAVING A BI PANIC ATTACK LIKE OHHHH GOD OH GOD LITERALLY CANT SPEAK FEELS LIKE HES GONNA THROW UP FB!KYLE RIZZ IS WAY TOO STRONG HELP

anyways...Scene.

this was so funny to me. like obviously it's not a real thing or anything but it was interesting to imagine an alternative world where finger bang is the famous band and kyle is the big celebrity, not stan. i think maybe they're looking for a 5th member and butters joins the band??? also maybe style have some secret red string of fate tying them together that neither of them know abt?

live, laugh, fingerbang.

uncle nina, celebrity x fan enthusiast

#this was so funny to me i don't know what the hell this is #but it made me laugh so there #finger ban(d) supremacy baby!#this kind of thrilled me so u can ask me silly questions about the fake forget fingerband universe if you want #i am a little obsessed with lanky introverted mid west emo music snob music major rural colorado weed farm boy stan #and tiny bubblegum pop boy next door super cheeky flirty it boy golden boy kyle who probably has a lot of demons and #idk i get the feeling he's got some sort of secret addiction or really dark past...something i think fb stan can sense in his aura #do i give fb stan the stan-a-thesia #idk but he can tell that hes putting on some kind of act #something about maybe having wendy become wendyl #and end up in fingerbang just seems dramatic and interesting to me and really explores sexuality and gender identity #fb stan is repressed that whole fanfic by the way holy shit #i guess its enemies to lovers again #i love drama #i feel like butters is butters and not marjorine #but maybe also transitions through my fake fic #why do i kind of like midwest emo stans twang deep country backwoods colorado accent and his awkward stammer #kyles voice is beautiful by the way he also can do ballet <333 #he is very cute stan is sick all the time its so bad #OKAY IM DONE ARE WE OBSESSED #oh god what if i had finger bang order city wok #and stan deliver it oh my god #luv my fake fic #where is the prissy preppy rich boy kyle visits tegridy farms and has a paris hilton simple life moment and gets chased by the farm animals #and doesnt know how to milk cows or shuck corn or anything and stan driving the tractor and pitching bails of hay shirtless #that is the content i want to see

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quinnthebard · 7 months

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fresh starts

Gale & Named Sorcerer Tav (Kyra) 1373 words fluff, misunderstandings, tav is a little bit grumpy sometimes oops

Gale means well but the way he corrects Kyra's art of spellcrafting has frustrated her and this time it boils over. She awkwardly tries to make amends.

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The wizard was infuriating.

Every time he opened his damn mouth, Kyra wasn’t sure if it was going to finally be the time she hit him for whatever conceited nonsense spilled out. Most recently he insulted her by asking if she was versed in magic. Which of course she was, they’d only been traveling together for an entire day, casting spells side by side. She obviously knew her way around spell slinging. But then he had the audacity to correct himself when she called him out for his stupidity and say he simply meant to ask if she was studied in magic. To which he continued on saying that of course she isn’t.

Gods.

Today though, she had reached her breaking point. It was something so silly she felt stupid for reacting but everything had finally boiled over. She was simply minding her business, fiddling with a light spell to entertain herself at camp. Nothing particularly difficult. Child’s play. Literally, she had been doing this since she were a child, before her scales had grown prominent enough that she used her bangs to hide them. But of course, she was doing something wrong, it wasn’t perfect. And of course, Gale had overheard.

“You know, if you just pronounce that last syllable from the back of your throat a bit more, it’d be more efficient.” He began to warble the sound, gargling behind her.

“Yes, but you see, I don’t particularly care.”

“But shouldn’t one strive for improvement?”

“Gale.”

“Here let me show you.”

She could feel his command over the Weave begin behind her. That familiar crackle of energy tinged ever so slightly with his touch.

“Gods, why are you like this?”

As quick as the magic came, it was gone, leaving an empty feeling behind. “What?”

“You’re constantly nitpicking or showing off your splendid education as if I don’t know anything. I know I’m no wizard but I’ve got experience with magic. It’s quite literally in my blood!”

“Is that how you see me?” Something broke in his voice.

“Isn’t that what you’re going for? Arrogant wizard who is clearly superior?”

“I thought you enjoyed my company.” His eyes were downcast as he avoided her gaze, turning away. “I hadn’t intended to be so imposing. Excuse me.”

“Gale, no, I—“ But he had scurried away and out of earshot before she thought to call after him in her shock. “Fuck.”

“Well that seemed to go wonderfully.” Astarion crept up behind her. “Couldn’t help but hear your delightful outburst from my tent. Finally snapped?” His eyes sparkled with mischief.

She was not amused. “Yeah, I did. Excuse me.”

Stomping back to her tent, Kyra found herself in a worse mood than she’d ever been while mildly annoyed with Gale’s insistent insertion into her practice of magic. If she had just kept her bloody mouth shut, she wouldn’t have to deal with this oddly queasy feeling in her stomach. Stepping into her tent, she violently yanked the cord that held the flap up and descended into darkness before kicking a cushion and collapsing to the ground.

She’s known her entire life that she had a temper but obviously she hadn’t learned to control it and now she wasn’t sure how to fix this. Gale was a good guy even if his intelligence annoyed her. Because that’s what it was—he’s brilliant and she was a caster acting on instinct. Gods, how do I fix this?

Taking out a sheet of paper and a quill she kept on hand, she wrote on the top Things Gale Likes. She chewed on the tip absentmindedly as she thought then scribbled a few notes: books, cats, Mystra, the color purple? Maybe she could send a purple cat carrying a book as a peace offering?

She peered around her tent but there was hardly any books around. Well, except for this romance novel she bought off the Halfling merchant in the Emerald Grove. She thought it’d be fun entertainment on quiet nights but she hadn’t gotten to start it yet. Surely, Gale wouldn’t be interested in that? But maybe it was worth a shot.

Reaching towards her pack, she pulled out the book and then flipped the sheet of paper and began to write a note on the other side.

I’m terrible at apologies but I think you’re a good guy. I shouldn’t have gotten angry and I’m sorry I misinterpreted your acts of kindness as arrogance. I don’t have a lot of things but know you like to read and I have this book? Anyway, sorry again. Let me know if it's any good. I haven’t started it yet.

She cringed a bit at the message but before she could change her mind she summoned the familiar, gave it the note, and sent it to Gale’s tent. Once she was sure it reached him, she threw the book into a void, teleporting it to him, and shoved her face into the cushion she had kicked earlier and groaned loudly. Her heart pounded in her chest as time went on, anxious to know if her poor attempt at making amends had any results. It took a quarter hour, but that familiar sense of energy crackled in the air and out plopped a note made with an elegant script.

No need to apologize. I can be a bit intense I suppose and my social skills are lacking after being isolated for so long with only Tara for company. Since it clearly needs stating: I admire your capabilities, envious if I am to be honest. With nary a thought, you conjure the same effect that I would spend years studying to accomplish and it is absolutely astonishing. It is a blessing to witness.

Stunned, she stared at his response. Of course she must apologize! She was awful. Frustrated, she grabbed her pen and scribbled beneath.

You’re far too gracious. My apologies are indeed necessary.

And she returned it to sender before rolling onto her back, blowing her bangs out of her eyes.

The response came much faster this time. Almost as soon as she had settled into her new position, it emerged from thin air and landed on her face. This time it was her original message but he had made adjustments to the back of the page where she had written her list. Her cheeks reddened. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought to just grab a different sheet of paper and now he saw how little she knew about him. Gods, this was all so embarrassing. She steeled her nerves and reviewed the additions.

Things Gale Likes - books -assuredly - cats -correct but I must remind you that Tara is a tressym - Mystra -oh yes - the color purple? -I can see why you’d think this but I prefer blues. I just find purples suit me well

Kyra made a face, unimpressed that he chose to make corrections on her notes, but before she could even consider how to respond to such antics, another note arrived.

I appreciate the sentiment and I eagerly await the moment I can begin to read your book. Rest assured, I’ll find a way to repay your kindness.

Then at the end, far more hastily scratched as if an afterthought.

I will hear no arguments on your worthiness to receive such gifts. Accept them as graciously as you said I accepted your needless apology.

Speechless, Kyra read and reread the note. Gifts? Why would she receive gifts after so easily making him feel awful and sending such a horrible attempt at an apology. She scanned their interaction once, twice more unable to find an answer to her question. Perhaps he was lonely?

Perhaps he truly enjoys your company.

She snorted at the thought. She’s hardly enjoyable to be around—primary evidence: today.

Rather than continue to brood on this insane reaction to her stumbling, she quick sent a final note.

I look forward to it.

Then, rather than wait for a response, she snapped her fingers willing the lights to dim and curled up in her bedroll trying to ignore the flutter in her chest. When she woke up, a bundle of autumn crocuses resting nearby on top of a message.

A start to a beautiful friendship

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #bg3 act 1 #bg3 tav #bg3 oc #bg3 fic #this is pre relationship but I do ship these guys eventually in a friendly rivals to lovers sort of way #it is a sickness that I refuse to cure #originally I had cute typefaces for their messages but I'm too dumb for tumblr formatting oops #my writing

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ohlovxr · 2 years

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What about stepbro!remus finding reader smoking pot in her room? And he says he’ll tell her mom if she doesn’t do exactly what he wants and that’s how she finds herself sucking him off most days after school !

Hope you feel better soon xxxx

first of all, thank you my love <33333 and second of all, eeekkkk stepbro!remus (a favourite i gotta say)!!!

he’s unbearable every time because he’s always got something to say! you’re both constantly mouthy with each other, but now, he’s the one who’s got all the say (literally because… you know). the first few times you do it, you’re tearing up on his cock because the fat head that prodded at the back of your throat was such a new feeling :( and so he’s giving you a condescending, “oh, don’t worry, love. practice makes perfect, and we’ve got plenty of time, don’t we?”

whenever you forget a hair tie or something and your hair is in the way, he’s the most annoying! he’s just watching you struggle with a little smirk on his face… and whenever you go to pull your hair back, his cock still in your mouth when you do, he purposely uses the time that your hands aren’t resting on this thighs to thrust up into your throat n make you gag n drool even more all over him :(( he’ll tell you, “y’know, i could hold your hair back f’you if you ask nicely, bunny.” (and despite the way you mumble for him to stop calling me bunny, you always end up asking him and can’t help but appreciate the way he’s actually gentle with it)

and so every single thing he says makes you huff and cry out in irritation as if it doesn’t make your cunt clench and your panties all wet to listen to it with his cock resting heavy and twitching on your tongue.

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hiiii!!! i love www so far, i think you’re doing such a good job <3 my fav rn is tim, but i wanted to ask who’s ur fav? and which batboy are you most excited to write about?!! can we get a sneak peek into some of your plans long term 🥹 only if you’re comfortable! i feel very inspired and i wanted to know some of your creative writing process for www/in general 🫶

POINTS AT SCREEN! Anon I love you!! If you write anything that's inspired by me you HAVE to tag me okay??!!! Non-negotiable!!! Also I love Tim too, I think I gravitate towards him most because he just screams late-diagnosed autism and he's a fellow high school dropout lmfao. But having a fav? No, we don't do that here. My fav changes hourly, minutely? Idk but rn I'm writing Grayson's introduction and his confused but loving ass is melting me. But I have scenes I'm bouncing off the walls for all of them. Thelma + Louise by Bastille chapter you are so loved <3 <3

Also!! Plans!! Long term!!!! Ahhhh, I'm feeling less and less like spoiling the big things, because I'm actually managing to write regularly and I really didn't think I would. But what I am willing to share... hm. So far there are 4 arcs (but they're almost more like books or parts...??? they're very very long D:) planned, built around mostly the different phases in your relationship. It's the love-hate, love-hate wave. Friends to enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers again lmfao. There also might be a 5th arc because I'm not exactly sure how I want the fic to end just yet. The yandere stuff only becomes an acknowledged thing at the end of part 1, and even then reader is very oblivious throughout part 2. So we've got a girl who is in denial almost as much as the guys. 'Okay they might, MIGHT be obsessed with me (might) but they're not in love with me. that's silly.' I may not have a favourite boy but I definitely have favourite arcs and it is 2 and 4. You will see why.

The document itself, not just the published parts is at 50k, which is 20k extra. Also, I have 169 tidbits done, hopefully we can condense and merge them because oh my fucking god 169 chapters is genuinely absurd. worryingly absurd. lets hope we never get to that point. Even if it is the sex number, I'm not doing it. Also I don't know what my creative process is I don't really remember things lmfao.

#sophie speaks #sophie answers #series:www #dunno what i was going on about at the end there this is just #its too hot. i might be sick again?#i was hungry but the idea of eating made me feel sick which is always a bad sign #i am so stubborn tho gang do not worry I can not die #tw long post #sort of lmfao #also should i share the www playlist #some of the songs mean absolutely jack shit for the fic but some are like. here's a very obvious clue have fun :D #i keep almost falling over again i hate this #i really should check if i have pots I want to stop feeling so faint L

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