#totally unrelated to the fic

[babygirlgiles]

Why does no one else see my vision for post-war Effie Trinket. Like that woman does NOT become a civil servant, she does not join the ranks of government service. She is 100% New Panem’s first influencer. She was already having her It Girl moment as the escort of District Twelve’s victors beforehand and now there’s public perception that she was this Hunger Games insider playing the long con to dismantle the system from within and paid this great sacrifice for it by being tortured by Snow’s cadre for her efforts. Which is not true at all because she had No Clue what was going on but Plutarch needs new programming to fill all the hours that used to be taken up by Hunger Games related media so he decides to capitalize on Effie having Her Moment. And with people being allowed to travel between districts for the first time in over a generation and newfound freedom of information, there would a nationwide fascination how other people live. Effie ends up with her own lifestyle/travel series where she visits different regions of Panem and even exotic far away places such as “England”. She’s posting beach selfies on Panemstigram to promote her upcoming episode on lobster fishing off District Thirteen’s revitalized coastline.

She even gets her own daytime talk show at one point. She tries (and fails) for years to get Peeta on the show as a guest. Katniss has never watched a single episode.

#Effie trinket #the hunger games #hunger games #thg #you know I went into my drafts for something totally unrelated about my backpacking trip and found this instead #listen I love the hayffie quiet life in 12 fics as much as everyone else but guys. guys. #Effie in an ENORMOUS parka going ice fishing in the upper peninsula #trying SO hard to remain professional and enthusiastic about the ‘quaint’ local customs #when she’s obviously freezing and doesn’t want to be there #Effie watching someone milk a cow with barely concealed horror #Effie in a corn field. Effie in a swamp. #American foodways are so vast and diverse irl and would be in Panem too #it’s like Anthony bourdain parts unknown but it’s with Effie trinket #the comedic potential is off the charts. #and also she could learn so much about the world and have her worldview broadened etc etc #but also influencer Effie. do you see it. do you.

[ccircusclwn]

uhhhh nobody asked 4 this but-- nick's full ref! i changed his clothes a bit,, mostly in color tho!! (this isnt intertwined fic nick its just nick frm the alenoah gay dads au n thats it!!)

#my art #total drama #td mk's brother #fic: intertwined #intertwined: nick mudaliar-burromuerto #alenoah gay dads au #hopefully you who read intertwined like nick!! i kinda had this initial feeling of making him a little jerk but then i changed it last minut #so hes now jst chillin being all X3 :3 :< #also kinda inspired the last little fact of little :3 rawr lolzzz XD in infected frm regretevator #unrelated but i love that funny silly game (it jumpscared me w a mannequin

[the--highlanders]

just. jamie being a little bit of a dreamer. jamie being a little out of place - not quite enough to make him lonely, just enough to make him feel a bit misshapen. jamie who feels so much more at ease with his mother and grandmother than his father and grandfather. jamie who sits at his grandmother's knee and listens to her stories like a lifeline. jamie who walks the land and knows it better than he knows himself. jamie who only gets truly angry at cowardice and cruelty and nasty little boys and doesn't always know when to calm the fire in his eyes. jamie who grows into adulthood all wrong and can't figure out how to look at girls the way the other boys do. jamie who's been born into a world expecting a war, who's a piper, not a soldier. jamie who plays so well it stuns people into silence. jamie who's a little bit odd, a little bit strange, a little bit fae-touched -

well, it's hardly a surprise, is it, when he vanishes one day? a boy like that was never really going to stay in their world forever.

#second doctor #idk if this makes sense it's 12:08am and i have just gotten MASSIVELY sidetracked from writing a totally unrelated fic #and i have no idea if it even vibes with anyone else but like #this is the vibe i'm going for if i'm writing pre-canon jamie #which i probably will do again soon bc i want to write something w/ him and james drummond #so. #also the thing about 'nasty little boys' is taken from enemy of the world. he says it to bennik #and he says it with such venom that i always have to imagine it says something about jamie's childhood

[shootybangbang]

The Nature of Hounds [Part 1/?]

[Ao3 link]

[Pairing]: Arthur Morgan/Reader

[Rating]: Mature

Tinkering around with low honor Arthur Morgan. Unedited, feel free to point out errors and give criticism.

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When you shake the pocket watch, it rattles with the jingle of loose parts. You frown and set it back down on the table. “This is broken. Best I can do is three dollars.”

“Get outta here with that shit.” Arthur taps the metal casing. “This is real gold. You can do at least ten.”

You weigh the watch against your palm.

“Well?”

“Gold plated.”

“You’re kiddin’ me.”

“You know I don’t kid when there’s money on the line.”

“Lowest I’ll go on this is nine.”

“Four.”

He gives you a look.

“You think that yokel over in Emerald Ranch’ll give you a better deal?” you ask.

Seamus would buy this fucking watch for no less than fifteen fucking dollars. He’d give the thing a once over, offer a timid “I can give you five”, then buckle at a glare and go triple. And yet here he is. Following the whim of his cock and his own misplaced affections, like a bull with a lead strung through its nose.

“I’ll tell you what. Mr Kuang downstairs used to be a watchmaker. This thing doesn’t sound that busted, and he owes me a favor anyhow. I’ll do you four fifty.”

He raises his eyes up to high heaven and sighs. “Fine.”

“So adding up the rings, the pendant, the cameo, and the, uh… the teeth… I’ve got you totalling seventeen.” You slide a neatly penciled memorandum across the table. “Check my sums if you don’t believe me.”

“I ain’t botherin’ with that.”

“You’re the only one who doesn’t.” You sweep the little pile of stolen goods into a drawer. “Is it because you’re stupid or you’re sweet, I wonder?”

“Prob’ly the first.” He dips his head down to steal a kiss, but you press a stern palm against his shoulder and hold him at arm’s length.

“Not when I’m behind the counter.”

“Take care of this shit later.”

“Down.”

“C’mon—”

“I said down.”

So he steps back with his heart sunk one notch lower. Posts himself near the front door, arms crossed, hat brim tipped low, cleaning the dirt beneath his fingernails with a pocket knife as the rectangle of light spilled from the window begins to tick across the floorboards in a dimming dial. He presides over the thin trickle of customers and peddlers alike with a baleful eye, and it’s not until the bell tower in the square tolls five and you swing open the side gate in a flurry of swirling skirts that he can pull you in by the waist and sink into the frantic kiss that you press him with.

Locked door, shuttered windows. Hurriedly, you flip the sign posted against the glass from OPEN to CLOSED as he flattens your back against the wall and pulls the ribbon at your throat loose with a yank of his teeth. You sift your fingers through his hair, then grip hard, yanking his head back. “Three weeks without a letter, you bastard,” you snarl. “Thought they’d hanged you someplace out west."

“Aw, don’t tell me you was worried.”

“‘Course I was worried. You’re my best earner.”

The smile you flash along the slight is sweet and quick as a fleeting slip of riverlight, and he forces himself to smile back, but the truth remains that he has never come here empty handed. Still fearful of the risk that you might cut him with the same expectant look Dutch has at the end of deals gone wrong and scores lost.

Your eyes shut slow as you kiss him again. He runs his palm up your back as he finds and unclips the clasp of your blouse and the tension in your hand loosens like weakening resolve. It surprises him still, that gentling spread that flows arterial at the simple touch of his hand.

The room tucked behind the storefront is cramped and cluttered with belongings that you have only recently begun letting him examine. When you lead him in, it’s with your hands clutching his neckerchief like reins, tripping over the hazard of table corners and your lone, bystanding chair. You walk backwards into your unmade bed, and he lets you pull him atop you with an obedience he scarcely understands. You fumble to pull down his belt and he yanks down your skirt in a confusion of hands as you work to lay each other bare. “Did you miss me,” you murmur, and he answers not with words but with a violent jerk of his hips, relaying with friction what he does not know how to otherwise.

Arthur cups his hand to your cunt, trails his middle finger along the wet seam like tracing the crest of a wave. In red fantasy, he takes the time to prime you for him, spreads and sucks the soft furl of flesh with his mouth, but you have never had the patience for foreplay. It's as if the unselfish act of pleasuring you were a step too intimate; even in this, a necessary expectation of quid pro quo that you have not the inclination to entertain.

“Come on then, gunslinger,” you growl. Another kiss, fierce and carrying the admonishment of teeth. You jerk the fabric of his shirt up to reveal his chest, then stiffen and splay your hand over the filthy bandage wrapped there. “Christ.”

“It’s nothin’.”

The cloth is stained with old blood that has seeped from the locus of his wound like a rust colored bloom, and is grimy from sweat and travel. You stare at it with revulsion. “Morgan, this is disgusting.”

The prickle of shame that stretches up his spine has transitioned to sullen indignation by the time it reaches his head. “Didn’t figure someone in your line of work to be so goddamned squeamish.” He tries to pull his shirt back down. You grab his wrist.

“Keep this off,” you say. “I’m running you a bath.”

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan/reader #arthur morgan/oc #fic #my work #the nature of hounds #this is totally unrelated to talking bird btw

[thelastsaiyanprincess]

when will it be my turn to take part in an mmf threesome with two sexy ass guys who compete with each other to find out who makes me c*m the hardest

#n/s/f/w #*in my sonic voice* im waiting!!!!!! #pls forgive me its almost shark week #this is definitely not a fantasy based on That One Fic. nope. totally unrelated

[ralexsol]

rand/rolan/kian or nightmare blunt rotation or whatever the fuck their ship name is? fucking gold. none of the big polycule ships in jrwi have been to my fancy before as a fan of the best polycule ever (karlnapity), but nbr? god. they smoke so much fucking weed and play dnd in their shitty hometown and face the horrors. what more could you fucking ask for

#jrwi #whatsupray? #totally unrelated but i read the two bitb fics on ao3 #they were really good :D

[wellhalesbells]

Okay while I have absolutely no desire to write Jiuming/Jonas fanfic from Meg 2, I do want to read roughly 80- 100 fanfics about them and AO3 is somehow hitting me with a very disappointing 0.

#meg 2 #meg 2: the trench #hello they are freaking coparenting meiying??? #also totally unrelated but i looked over halfway through this movie and there was a petite lil frog sitting on the pillow next to me #like WHAT. HOW. #i'm glad we're both enjoying the movie little lady but you are an outside animal my friend #also when i set it back outside there was another bigger frog sitting literally RIGHT outside my door like: #heard movie night was a thing here?? #anyway i'm really glad they knew who they were absolutely not allowed to kill in this movie and acted accordingly lol #also i say i have no desire but like....... how are there ZERO FICS?! i don't wanna do it guysss buuuuuuuuuut #these tags are out of hand lol i apologize #uh oh i've found the keyboard again

[thebluestbluewords]

cinderellaverse?? In my 2024??

it’s more likely than you think!

(for context: the rotten ot4 are wildly codependent, Ben is possibly seducing them all via unreciprocated acts of kindness, and this takes place directly after the iconic Good Boy scene, only with some AU changes that aren’t ready to post yet).

(why am i posting this if no other context is finished yet??? Because I’m needy and crave validation. Next question, please).

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“Ugh,” Mal agrees. She looks mostly asleep still, which is understandable. “Weird. Did you eat yet?” 

Carlos lifts the napkin-wrapped bundle in his hands. “I brought food. To share. If you want.” 

This, predictably, gets Mal up. They’re far enough away from the isle that Carlos can almost believe that their parents aren’t lurking behind every dark corner of the castle, but not so far that they’ll turn down fresh food, even at stupid early hours.

“Berries?” 

“Yeah. Brought berries for you. And muffins.” 

“Evie wants chocolate,” Mal says immediately, stretching out both hands for the napkin-wrapped bundle. “And weird that Ben made you meet someone new. I thought we’d already been subjected to every princess-type in the school by now.” 

“Not a person. He made me meet a— a dog.” 

Mal stops with the muffins in her hands still outstretched. “Oh,” she says carefully, which is nice of her. Their Auradon education must be kicking in, or some shit. “And you’re not halfway home?” 

“I was. But Ben sort of—put the dog away and tracked me down? He was cool about it. We went over afterwards to check out the stables, cause he thought maybe it was like, just animals I don’t like, and they’ve got cats and stuff there. And the dog was on a leash, and he’s actually super tiny and not murderous.” Carlos shrugs, telegraphing the motion as much as he can. Which isn’t much. He’s supposed to be working on the whole expressing emotions thing. Even though it’s so much easier to shut down entirely whenever he feels an emotion. “So yeah. Still alive, still here! And Ben’s being weird.” 

“Weird how?” 

“Just weird. He was being all nice and stuff. D’you think he’s been bribed by Fairy Godmother to get info on us?” 

“Might be,” Mal agrees, tearing into her muffin. She’s unwrapped the whole bundle, and laid them out in an order that’s got to make sense in her head. (it shouldn’t make sense. They can’t afford to be predictable. Predictable is how you get your lunch stolen, or poisoned, or eaten by pirates who think it’s funny to take a perfectly rotten sandwich and swap it out for seaweed slime). “You should eat though. You didn’t tell him anything, right?” 

Carlos pulls a scrap off the cinnamon sugar muffin. It’s the one Mal’s put in his assigned spot, which is directly across from her own, with Evie’s double chocolate on the left and Jay’s lemon poppyseed on the right. He’s not really hungry, but it’s still too much to turn down food, so he rolls it between his fingers until half of the sugar falls off into the napkin, and the rest of it is compressed into the smallest possible ball of muffin flesh. He can eat a little piece of it, and then Mal will stop asking, and he can eat for real later. Once he’s alone. 

He pops the ball of muffin into his mouth. “No. Not really.” 

Mal shoves another mouthful of muffin into her mouth. She picked the blueberry one, and it turns the whole mess of it vividly purple as she chews. “Cool. He’s probably just being a royal brat then, trying to get some new intel for the gossip mill. But hey, it’s cool that he showed you the stables. Maybe next time we need to get to town you can steal us a horse, yeah?” 

Carlos snorts. He’s seen a horse now, and there’s no way they can get away with stealing something that big and ornery. Cars might be bigger, but they don’t bite and they don’t poop and they don’t have teeth the size of his fingers and a desire to bite through anything that looks even remotely like a carrot. “Yeah, no. Horses are fucking giant.” 

“I wouldn’t know,” Mal says casually. She throws one of her loose berries up so she can catch it in her teeth. Sometimes, when it’s just the four of them, Mal forgets to act human and does things like this. Things where she snatches treats out of the air with her teeth, when her neck bends in ways that a human’s shouldn’t, like she’s forgotten that she only has seven bones in her neck and not seventeen like a standard dragon. “Nobody ever wakes me up at the crack of dawn to show me cool shit.” 

Carlos wants to laugh and make this whole thing normal, but he’s fucking exhausted and the cinnamon sugar from the muffin is sticky on his fingers. He’s been trying to pull it apart carefully so that his whole hands don’t get covered in the crumbly topping, but that’s been working about as well as their escape plan so far, which is to say not at fucking all. “Yeah, yeah. He also made us run laps first, don’t be jealous.” 

Mal snaps her teeth. “I’ll be whatever I want. He didn’t do anything else?“ 

“Nope.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yes, mom. He just wanted to talk a bunch about how we’re settling in. And how we’re doing emotionally.” 

#emotions are really hard when you’re…. from the isle #(I haven’t worked on this section of this fic in genuinely ages and I’m HAVING THOTS AGAIN) #mostly about how these two are soooo bad at communicating #anyway on a totally unrelated note!!! #(I say. Lying.) #I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that I am possibly. less than stellar at processing emotions. because of the way my brain is wire #which is to say #my husband (diagnosed autistic) #thinks I may also be on the spectrum #and i am choosing to make that a fictional character problem #so anyway specifically these two will be having an AWFUL time before I do some. toning down in the editing process. #this doesn’t get a real fic tag don’t look at me

[bluehattedapprentice]

What if before he went to America, Luke somehow travels back in time 3 years, the day before he meets his mentor Professor Layton with all the memories of what happens after?

Introducing my timeloop au! where Luke is stuck going back in time 3 years the day he was to go over to America several times and promptly tries to "fix" things that had gone wrong originally. Unfortunately for him fixing one problem leads to others being formed and after a mistake gone wrong on his 5th loop- Luke decides it's time to put an end to it once and for all.

#apprentice art #timeloop pl au #luke triton #this au was vaguely inspired by a fic with a similar concept! #which you should totally read!!! broke my soul #it's been a hot minute but iirc it was called reset? #clive is also in this au btw he just comes in later #I want to apologise in advance for all the Luke stans (myself included) for all the suffering I put him through #I'M NOT THAT MEAN TO HIM I SWEAR but he probably is in need of uh #is there time travel therapy??? therapy for time travelers #me: why is PLvPWaa so mean to luke #also me: is mean to luke in their own au #Unrelated but those backgrounds??? pain #I kept this short comic a sketch bc I am not going hard on that no sir #ANYWAYS HI HELLOO if you've read all this thank you I hope you have a nice day :D #if anyone wants me to ramble about it feel free to send in an ask bc I will! ramble <3

[moondal514]

One thing they don’t tell you about fandom sizes is sometimes being in a big fandom actually makes it harder to find fics to read

#backed out of 3 fics today #the prose of each was excellent #but the choices made about the characterization… #yeah I think I cared about prose most when it comes to fics #but turns out I care a lot about characterization too #feeling dismayed because I attempted to read 3 fics from my tbr and they all had characterization I hated #*sigh* #anyways on a definitely totally unrelated note #anyone got wangxian fic recs that have good characterization #moonie posting #fandom be like

[alex-just-vibing]

i NEED more platonic koyomiya NEOW

#my stuff #anyways totally unrelated (lying) but guess who's on his was to reread i spread my wings for the millionth time (me) #sk8 #miya chinen #you there! looking at this post! if you enjoyed this post check my reblogs of it for more silliness !! (and blatant promotion of my favorit #fic of all time)

[clementinecalls]

poly liam/mason/corey fic when im tired of pretending they werent all together someone feed me

#i have to do all the work around here GOD🙄 #also this is me saying im working on tw poly fics bc i cant ever say things like a normal person #unrelated but totally related whats w the tw fandom and poly relationships why are you guys weird abt them #(poly person) #teen wolf #liam dunbar #corey bryant #mason hewiit #moriam

[set-phasers-to-whump]

bandages

prompt: makeshift bandages

whumpee: sakari nurmi

fandom: karppi/deadwind

hiii what's up! here's a short little thing ft. plenty of blood :) hope you enjoy!

His mouth tastes like blood. The air smells like it, metallic and heavy and warm. The only thing he can hear, besides the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, is Karppi. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hey, keep your arm raised!”

He obeys, though his muscles are getting tired. He rests his arm carefully against the hard concrete wall behind him, feels the blood dripping down his skin and soaking into his sleeve. 

There is an unconscious man lying on the ground a few feet away, and the knife he’d had is currently being used by Karppi to tear her shirt into strips. Sakari watches her work and tries to ignore how lightheaded he feels. 

The cut across his wrist is deep and painful. The knife had cut him almost down to the bone, he thinks, and the bleeding is heavy and hot against his skin. 

They are waiting for an ambulance, but they’re in the middle of nowhere and it is taking too long to arrive. So Karppi is making bandages. 

When her shirt is thoroughly destroyed, Karppi moves forward into his space, takes hold of his arm without allowing him to lower it, and uses the knife to cut the fabric of his shirt away from his wrist. She is careful and it does not cause him any more pain, but it takes all of his willpower not to flinch or tell her to stop. The knife’s blade is still speckled with his blood.

When his sleeve has been cut away at last, Sakari looks upwards at the damage. The skin around the cut is stained bright red and the cut is a darker shade of maroon, fresh blood continually pumping out of the wound and trickling down his arm. 

He looks away rather quickly.

Karppi does not waste any time. She wraps one strip of fabric around his wrist, directly atop the cut, and ties it tightly. It hurts horribly, but Sakari grits his teeth and bears it. He tries not to think about how dirty the fabric might be, pressed against his open wound. For now, it is enough that the bleeding slows. He can worry about everything else later.

Another few strips are tied atop the initial bandage. When Karppi finally runs out of material, Sakari can barely feel his hand for the pressure exerted by the tightly-tied fabric, but he’s pretty sure the bleeding has indeed slowed. 

He carefully lowers his arm, rests it in his lap. This time, Karppi does not stop him. He leans his head back against the cool concrete and closes his eyes. His head is still spinning. 

He hears a shuffling noise, feels Karppi sink down beside him. She grabs the hand on the uninjured side of his body and squeezes it. He can feel his blood on her fingers. 

“You’ll be okay,” she says, like there is no room for argument, and he believes her, just like that. 

thanks for reading! hope you liked it, love u <3

#whumptober2023 #no.15 #makeshift bandages #karppi #deadwind #fic #sakari nurmi #cut #blood #field medicine #my writing #i say things #oh this is totally random but i keep wanting to say this and then not doing it bc i'm like what if it's weird but. #mutuals!! if u ever want to follow each other on other media lmk bc sometimes im like damn i wanna know my homies outside the whump world #yknow? #idk. but. yeah. #also. treat of the day: made taco salad for dinner which was rlly good BUT could not for the life of me find canned pumpkin at the store #(unrelated to the taco salad but tragic). may have to locate a regular ass pumpkin which. i don't need all that. i just wanna make muffins. #anyway. enough from me. #goodnight or morning or afternoon etc!

[todayisafridaynight]

i think ichi would still go into work while suffering from *gameritis and hes so brave for that he's so committed

#snap chats #*aka playing videogames too much to the point of his wrist hurting from pushing the buttons so much #aka. me LMAOO OWWW OWIE OUCH VIDEOGAMES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FUN NOT PAIN #the alternative is him calling arakawa at like 8AM in pain and shit all 'boss... im real sorry... i wont be able to make it today...' #and then instead of ichi like. Dying it's just cause dragon quest 6 came out and he binged all of it over the weekend #CRYING at the thought arakawa keeping up with videogame releases just to know when to esp look after ichi #like Hey Totally Unrelated Don't Think About It But I Got Someone To Cover You This Weekend.... that kinda b ☠️☠️ #and then its like Oh Wow New Game Coming Out Friday What Luck :))) ☠️☠️☠️ #sometimes he'll put his foot down dont worry.... theres SOME limits to how lenient arakawa can be.... #n e way. i cant feel my thumb and my tendon feels funky.. so i am no longer playing games and i am Doing My Job.... #luckily my drawing wrist isnt affected but still.. lmao.. #im almost done with the sketches for them so then i can just send those off to my commissioners and then ima do a quick lil doodle #either that or ill sketch a comic... tho whenever i do that i end up never doing them.. #might convert it to a fic but anyway back to work

[transcendentalyouth]

we need to start oppressing people who blaze their famfictions

#totally unrelated but i got blazed a bakugo x deku bnha smut fic just now. id like to die instead

[sassbot9000]

oh my god I tried the character.ai thing and. oh my god. this is the horniest damned thing I've ever found. Horrible. Awful. Shameful.

#in COMPLETELY unrelated news I'm. busy. no fic today. good day. totally unrelated.