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realbeefman · 7 months

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stacy is sooo interesting because she's in love with house but knows that they will never ever be able to have a healthy, stable, sane relationship because they're too similar so. she finds house-lite instead and marries him and. essentially moves on with her life! and is successful in this because she's a moderately well-adjusted person!

wilson, in contrast, never manages to escape the inevitable, in spite of his best efforts to find a house-lite of his very own, because he's an absolute fucking freak and ends up glued to house to the bitter. bitter end

#yeah im too sleepy to revise this. UNFILTERED posting wooahh #some may b shocked but i do actually read thru most of my posts several times to make sure i didnt accidentally write mein kampfe 2 #recently ive come to the realization that i am in fact not an incredibly chill person #and that the constant paranoia and fear in which i live my life is actually PROBABLY a symptom of severe anxiety #like damn. ive always known that im pretty prone to depression but ive preetty much always been aware of that #my mom is a chronic depressive so i know the symptoms i know the signs i have a pretty good arsenal of healthy coping mechanisms #UNFORTUNATELY mommy's mental health problems did not help her not abuse me as a child #so i ended up being a terribly anxious kid who was constantly being screamed at and told i was overreacting (because i was. because i had #a severe anxiety problem that was making me react irrationally.) to everything all the time #which is you know. it is VERY difficult to deal with a mental health problem when you arent aware you have a problem!#its incredible how much. better. my life has gotten since i figured this out and started actively trying to work out what triggers it #and being able to like. realize 'oookay. there is an Issue here and it needs to be overcome'#instead of just beating on myself constantly for not being able to do things without feeling sick or getting breathing problems!#anyways. trauma dumping in tags is over now!#house md #hilson #greg house #james wilson #stacy warner

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petite-phthora · 8 months

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This yours?

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 12]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Somewhere else, in a seemingly abandoned building on the outskirts of the city, a figure shrouded in darkness and wearing a dark cloak plots.

In front of them is a whiteboard. It’s covered in pictures, sticky notes, and illegible texts. Some of the notes thrown about that are legible are ‘fight…’, ‘draw blood.’, and ‘DEATH!!!’.

There’s a crude stick figure drawn in the corner of the board, it’s impaled. Other small doodles can also be found all around the board.

Most of the information and pictures are connected by red strings, like you see in movies.

In the middle is a picture of 2 people sitting on a motorcycle, the arms of the person sitting in the back are around the waist of the person sitting in the front. The picture has some arrows pointing towards it and the people in the picture are very obviously circled.

Though the face of the person driving the motorcycle is obscured by their helmet, the other person seems to be heavily blushing and grinning broadly.

“Yes… yes! That’s it! I know what to do…” They seem to be speaking to themselves.

Quickly, the person scribbles down a barely legible ‘sacrifice!!‘.

They start cackling.

“Mwuahaha!”

It’s an evil laugh they’ve been working on for quite a while now, and they’re pretty proud of it.

However, the effect is slightly ruined when a fly enters their mouth, cutting off their cackling with choking as they gasp for air, grasping at their throat.

A few good thumps against their chest, with some coughing out their lungs, helps them dislodge the fly from their throat and they spit it out on the ground. They take a few deep breaths before straightening up again.

“Curse you” the person exclaims, angrily waving their fist at the fly as it flies away.

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Bruce’s face gives off nothing as he stares at the streets down below. He’s dressed as Batman, crouched at the edge of a building with Damian by his side as Robin. Spoiler, Black Bat, Nightwing, and Red Robin are further back on the rooftop.

They watch in silence as another group of the Joker’s goons passes by. They’ve been all over the city, wandering around, not doing anything obviously illegal.

They don’t stay in one place and they don’t seem to have much of a purpose. No attacks… No stealing… No smuggling or transport of goods… No, instead they’re inspecting every single inch of the city.

They don’t seem to have any weapons on them. All they’re carrying on them are some flashlights. While most don’t give anything away with their body language or expressions, some seem to give off a bit of anxious energy.

Spoiler claimed she even saw some of them climb down into the sewers earlier and then climbing out again sometime later somewhere else, but this time ‘dejected and stinky’.

One thing seems clear to the Bats.

They’re searching for something… or someone.

“This basically confirms that not even the Joker’s henchmen know where he is. He’s missing.”

“I’m not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing”

“Good… thing?”

“It’s… something. That’s for sure.”

“We don’t know if he’s really missing. For all we know it could be a trap. What if the Joker is hiding, pretending to be missing to have us bring our guard down? Besides, how could he be missing? He’s the Joker. No one’s just gonna kidnap him”

“For all we know he could be lying dead in a ditch somewhere”

“I highly doubt that”

“Everyone, focus” Bruce speaks up, having them draw their attention to him.

“It’s unclear whether the Joker is simply hiding away or missing. Instead of focusing on the why, we need to focus on the where. Missing or not, we need to find him and get him back to Arkham. Oracle, have you managed to find out anything from the footage yet?”

“Nope, still nothing. All the files from the moment he enters Crime Alley are wiped and any attempt at recovering them only brings back corrupted files.”

“We need Red Hood. Where is he?” Bruce asks.

“He still has his phone on silent and he has removed the trackers and cams. We haven’t placed any new ones on him yet”

“Let’s visit him on his turf then. And keep an eye out for anything suspicious in the meantime. Oracle, try recovering the missing files. If that doesn’t work, go back to the breakout footage. Perhaps he left some kind of clues about his plans or whereabouts behind there.” Bruce states.

“Roger that.”

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Red Hood has his arms by his sides as he gazes down upon the street below from the rooftop of a random apartment building in Crime Alley.

He’s lucky to have avoided the Bats so far. But he doubts his luck will last for long.

Red Hood stiffens as he suddenly feels something clamp down on his arm. As a reflex, his other hand has already drawn his gun.

He slowly raises the arm he felt something clamp down on and looks at it, only to make eye contact with a girl with black hair and blue eyes who has sunk her teeth into his arm and is now hanging off of it.

The teeth are sharp, as the girl seems to have some small fangs. They’ve gone through his jacket and sunken into his skin.

It doesn’t really hurt all that badly though, probably hasn’t even drawn much blood, and that’s one of the only reasons Jason hasn’t flung the kid off of him yet. Another reason is the fact that it’s a kid.

They both stare at each other for several seconds.

As Jason takes her appearance in, he notices that she seems rather familiar. In fact, she looks like a more feminine version of Danny, or if Danny had a twin.

The person hanging off of his arm looks younger than Danny though, probably a teenager around 13 or 14, if he had to make a guess.

Slowly, he puts his gun away and takes out his phone with his other hand, watching the random girl’s eyes follow his movements. He raises it level with her face and snaps a picture, quickly sending it to Danny and ignoring the girl’s curious gaze while she’s still hanging onto his arm by her fucking teeth.

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Meanwhile, Danny checks his phone to see Red Hood sent him a message. He opens it and is greeted by a picture of Ellie in human form biting down on Red Hood’s arm with the caption ‘this yours???’

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#dp x dc #dp x dc fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship #Im wondering how easy/hard it is to guess who the person is #and also yes its supposed to have stereotypically comedic 'evil'/'villain' vibes #the person did that on purpose because they are dramatic and have style #also i aged ellie down a little from how old she *should* be cause i felt like it fit better #If you need a reason maybe she like ages a little bit slower due to being a clone or something idk #oh and i have a question for you all #should i make a masterpost??#i have like the very first chapter pinned but i feel like a masterpost might be better #especially cause like i already have 12 chapters and the story is only getting longer #damn this story has gone further than expected from a oneshot lol #it all started with me just tinking it'd be funny if like #a character was basically in shock but was still like nah I cant just kiss someone without consent lol #also I said id post like 5-6 chapters and this is still only like 6k :( i really need to write more ;-;#and also if y'all haven't noticed already #all I know of dc is through fanfics and fandom posts #though I really want to start reading the comics #i just haven't really had the time nor do I really know what's good and where to start #so like if anyone has any recommendations for dc/batfam comics they are more than welcome!! ^-^

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silverskye13 · 3 months

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For the record! I'm going to apologize now and say it's probably going to be a hot minute before a new RnS chapter comes out [a week, maybe two]. I have encountered some issues that need sorted.

#spazzcat barks #redstone and skulk #don't read the tags if you don't want bookwriting logistics spoilers #delete later #the long and the short of it is i wrote 3 chapters and now i think i'm going to scrap them all #this is the problem with making a backlog: sometimes you see the corner you've written yourself into #and instead of writing your way around it like you would if you were writing chapter by chapter #youre instead going to go back to where the problem started and kill it there #except it is very demotivating to lose upwards of 10k words because of one character choice three chapters ago #that you think is a little out of character #so you need some time to recover from that #and then you need time to make plans #because you've spent the past week and a half writing 3 chapters that don't exist now #so you need to figure out how you think your character would actually act and decide how much this changes the three chapters you wrote #and if those chapters are even salvageable now #so in summation: damn it m'lord there's a dragon in the castle and i've lost escaliber

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malk1ns · 3 months

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1st sentence ask - "It's gameday so you better not knot me"

Zhenya blushes when he says it, but with the way Sid's been following him around all morning, from the weights room to video review and even into the trainer's despite Zhenya's protests, he thinks it needs to be said.

The team is already on tenterhooks, watching them like hawks—with Zhenya's heat approaching like a freight train and the way Sid's been haunting his footsteps, they're ready to pull the plug on the whole experiment if it looks like it's going to negatively impact the on-ice product, and Zhenya thinks both of them missing a game because Sid pinned him down and tied them together would definitely qualify.

"Hmm," Sid says, crowding into Zhenya's space; he's shorter, but the width of his body makes Zhenya feel small, even younger than he is, like he wants to curl up in the protective crush of Sid's arms and let Sid do whatever he wants.

Omega instincts are a real bitch, but Zhenya's made it to the NHL on nothing more than will and grit, and he's determined that he won't be.

Sid's voice is hypnotic when he puts his lips to Zhenya's year and murmurs, "I think you don't mean a word of that," and Zhenya shivers, because it's true.

first line ask game!

#sidgeno #hockey rpf #my writing #a/b/o #god damn it i wanted to keep going with this one #in this world sid is older and zhenya's in his first year in the league #and introducing an unbonded omega had started fights in the locker room #so sid offered to spend time with zhenya and see if they were bond-compatible #and BOY ARE THEY; the team is worried they're going to become a distraction to themselves #and zhenya's still young and worried he'll be shipped back to russia if he somehow interferes with pittsburgh's golden boy's game #but sid is very very persuasive when it comes to getting what he wants #anyway he coaxes zhenya into trying just the tip later #except it's not #and they miss the game #luckily mario has fond indulgent memories of his own sweet little european omega and puts a stop to any serious consequences #but they basically have to get married to make what's obviously happening less scandalous #and there's friction because zhenya doesn't KNOW sid and sid can be overbearing and is used to getting his way #but that just makes the sex even better #and secretly zhenya likes how possessive sid is even though he shouldn't #anyway. when i have time.

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polkadotdragonx · 7 months

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Fanart for the fanfiction Through the Ice by Tallihensia.

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pastafossa · 2 months

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How do you get past writer's block? I have a fic that I'm working on that is updating on a schedule, and I made the mistake of giving myself a month off in between parts and now I can't really get back into writing it. I don't want to leave it abandoned because I have a few people who I know are really invested and I don't want to leave them hanging, but I'm having a hard time getting as excited to write it as I did before.

Ok so I'm in a weird place for this, hilariously. Because The Answer That Usually Works For Me (TM) and that carried me through a regular weekly update schedule for almost two and a half years is, in fact, not at present working for me apparently my brain can write through a pandemic but not through recovery from the shit that went down in December/Jan so we found my writing kryptonite. However, I'm going to assume you're closer to 2021 Pasta than 2024 Pasta. SO LET'S GO WITH THE METHOD I NORMALLY USE SINCE IT WAS SUCCESSFUL FOR YEARS. Cause that's the thing: sure, I've written almost a million words, and pumped out chapters for years (ignoring the past few months) but I promise, I hit the same walls as everyone else even when nailing weekly uploads. But over those years, I came up with a fairly solid list of steps that I'd go through one by one.

Fun one first: when I'm in a block, I almost always try re-engaging with canon first. I'd rewatch my favorite episodes, binge a whole season, or even the whole series depending on how much of a boost I needed. For me at least that was often like Pavlov's bell, my favorite story triggering a flood of affection. I'd remember why I loved this fandom and the characters so much, and it could often kickstart my brain and excitement back into gear. If you really want to dangle a carrot and your fic touches on canon, focus on watching parts you're excited to get to in your story. A big one for me in TRT for example was the post-Nobu, Nelson v. Murdock episode, since I'd had that planned for TRT almost since the start, and I was very excited to reach the hurt/comfort I had planned. Even if your fic isn't following canon though, see if it'll give you a creative rush again!

So let's say step 1 doesn't work, either because the canon just isn't hitting the spot or because your fic is dealing with something else. In this case, my next step was usually to jump ahead to write a scene I was really eager to get to. It was often a short blurb, but it was always something I REALLY wanted to explore, and because I'm also a reader who likes exactly the tropes and plots I'm writing, I want to read what fucking happens. Except, fuck, I'm not there yet, am I? And I can't see how that scene finishes until I write my way up to it and finish it. This is my own carrot. Multiple scenes in TRT were written months or even years in advance, simply as a way to bribe myself. This is also an option!

But maybe this doesn't work. Sometimes it didn't. This is when it got a bit more serious. For anyone who was reading at the time, you'd have noticed that I'd sometimes drop side fics, either Matt POVs or one-shots. This was me, in essence, working on the shower principle (basically, ideas/solutions will come if you stop thinking about it and do something else, like take a shower). I figured if I went and wrote something else - either with less stress, or something fun and dopamine-inducing - the part of my brain focused on my Big Fic would wander around the writer's block beneath my notice. And it almost always worked, all while I still kept my brain trained that, hey, even if we're not writing This Thing, we're still writing.

But let's say this doesn't work either. You're well, and truly, stuck. Been there now and then. And, you're going to hate this one. I hate it but it works 9 times of 10. And it is: Write anyway. Half of it was spite. I was not going to give up my schedule, I liked my schedule. The other half was that I knew myself. I knew if I could just get past the chapter/plot/dialogue I was struggling with, I'd be able to roll along again. And so I made a rule: whatever I wrote didn't have to be pretty. It just had to exist. If that meant I wrote, "Jane chased the cat in circles and caught it. She was happy." then that's what I wrote. Because everything, EVERYTHING, can be fixed in editing. But you can't fix what doesn't exist. And so there were those nights when I would scowl and groan and snarl and bash my head against that writer's block until 5 in the morning, but in the end Jane chased that fucking cat adn caught it, it was written. Hilariously, sometimes those chapters have wound up amazing (likely because I spent so much time hammering at them) and reader favorites. There are absolutely, I believe, moments where you can, and should, see if you can push through.

But that brings me to *waves* now. A lesson I've only recently recently and with encouragement. Namely... sometimes brain no go and that's ok. My steps work for me 99.9% of the time, but I've done the above during the past few months, and it just... hasn't dragged me out entirely out of it yet. Sometimes, our brains demand that break, especially when things just aren't going great. There's a reason TRT had a break of roughly 2 years between chapter 4 and chapter 5 (feel free to check the chapter index with dates on AO3!). I had some life things happening and I just was not in a place to write, even if I was still busily plotting and planning and thinking about TRT behind the scenes. And that was ok. We're not machines. I came back like a bulldozer in Jan 2021, yes, and bulldozed through weekly updates, but that break was needed. And now I'm obviously taking a short one again while I recover from everything. It's ok if you're not in a place for it. So the last step is one I've been told a lot by dear friends recently as they helped me through this: be kind to yourself, and try not to stress if none of the above works. The story will always be there, and if TRT is any indication through all its highs and lows, your readers will be there when you start up again.

#writer's block #i am on step five if that's not obvious and that's ok #steps 1-4 got me through about 2 years of writing and over a hundred chapters. damn near a mill words.#so i'm VERY confident it works most of the time #or it does for me anyway #just. you know. not all the time #what's funny is i suspect if you read all of trt knowing the above #you'll SEE these moments #moments where i clearly hit a chapter i'd written ahead of time cause it had more detail or more excitement radiating in my notes #alternatively no one has any idea which ones are which which is even funnier to me #look i do not judge *anyone* who just can't do weekly chapter #the pandemic was a weird period where i had the time to do that and the management required to keep up with it outside then is intense #like it's possible. i was doing it before shit started going sideways last year cause that was NOT my year basically from july onwards #but just be kind to yourself about it #the story will come #and your readers will be there for it

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kisskiss--fallinlove · 3 months

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⋆ Taken Care Of ⋆

KYOYA X TAMAKI

Sickfic, you know the drill. Kyoya wakes up feeling on the verge of death (he has a minor illness), Tamaki insists on taking care of him. Set in the future when they’re both adults with jobs, no specific age, marital status or job clarification so go crazy with your headcanons I guess.

WARNINGS: The illness is unspecified but similar to the flu I guess, if you require specifics. I don’t think an emeto warning is necessary, there’s no vomit but possible slight reference to it?? Pretty easy to miss if that kind of thing doesn’t bother you, but I thought I should still mention it just in case. Pretty vague about sickness overall to be honest.

WORD COUNT: 1340

WILL BE POSTED ON Ao3 AND WATTPAD AT A LATER DATE AND EDITED AT THAT TIME WITH LINKS. THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!

Kyoya felt awful.

From the second he awoke he was hit with a searing pain in his forehead, which, as he discovered when bringing up a hand to grasp it in a futile attempt to calm the aching, was drenched with sweat. He nestled down into his blankets for a second, allowing himself a moment's relief before he got up to face the day. As terrible as he felt, and as much as he detested waking up this early, he simply couldn't be late for work. The very thought of leaving his bed was daunting — he was already far from being an early riser, but the condition he was in wasn't helping with that in the slightest. Still, he mused with a soft groan, if he didn't get up now he wasn't sure he ever would.

Reluctantly, Kyoya swung his legs out of bed and stood up — only to immediately stumble back onto the bed, vision blurred and stomach lurching. This movement seemed to wake up Tamaki, who stirred beside him with a confused "mrph?"

"Go back to sleep, Tamaki, you don't have to be up yet," Kyoya attempted to assure him, surprised at the raspy voice in which his words were spoken. He didn’t understand. He'd been fine last night, if a little more drowsy than usual, but now the very act of speaking felt akin to swallowing sandpaper.

Tamaki, ever-compassionate and caring for his partner's wellbeing, very annoyingly ignored him. "Kyo, are you okay?" He sat up, rubbing his eyes before looking worriedly at his partner. "You don't sound too well."

"I'll be fine," Kyoya insisted weakly. He tried once more to stand up, but every fibre of his body seemed intent on pulling him back down. "Just ... give me a second."

"You look terrible," Tamaki continued, lifting a hand to press against Kyoya's face. Kyoya couldn’t resist leaning in to the touch. "You feel terrible. You're boiling!"

"It's fine. I don't even feel too warm," Kyoya said, thinking it best to leave out the perhaps more concerning detail that he was, in fact, shivering.

Tamaki removed his hand to instead wrap his arms around Kyoya’s waist, gently yet firmly tugging him further into the bed. "Please come back to bed, mon amour. You can't go to work in this state!"

Kyoya considered it. It wouldn't be right to infect anyone else, he supposed — and he really did just want to crawl back into bed for all eternity (or, until he felt a little bit better at the very least).

"Maybe I should," he finally admitted with a sigh. He climbed back under the covers, practically melting into the comfort of his still-warm pillow as the mattress — Kyoya still had no idea as to how Tamaki had acquired one quite so soft — caressed his aching limbs.

"Good, because I'm not letting you leave this house — no, this bed — until you're better."

"Is that so?" Kyoya responded dryly. He rolled his tired eyes at Tamaki's dramatic declaration, before allowing them to flutter shut once more.

He'd surprised himself, giving in so easily like that. He ought to go back on his decision and find a way to get his work done regardless. He'd worked through illnesses before; it was just what he'd been raised to do, he supposed. But things had been different since Tamaki entered his life — Tamaki would practically force Kyoya to take breaks ever since they were younger, even when he wasn't ill. He didn't quite understand that, and wrote it off as some overprotective nature Tamaki had developed from his own upbringing while caring for his sick mother — but it did help him. Kyoya would feel better after spending time with Tamaki even when he hadn't realised he’d previously been feeling badly at all. On a similar note, Tamaki had filled a gap in Kyoya's life he hadn't known had been there to begin with, so he supposed that was just the effect Tamaki had. Now, he vaguely felt the man in question press a soft kiss to his forehead, the rest of his surroundings an incomprehensible haze as he drifted (quite without meaning to) into slumber.

Kyoya hadn't the slightest idea of how long he'd been asleep, but when he awoke he felt the most well-rested he'd been for perhaps as long as he could remember.

The door creaked open, startling Kyoya. Shouldn't Tamaki be at work by now? What time was it, even?

"I’m sorry, I didn't mean to wake you!" Tamaki whisper-yelled, as though the act of lowering his voice would magically send Kyoya right back to sleep.

"It's fine, I was already —" Kyoya began, then, remembering why he's been so startled in the first place, deflected with, "forget that. What are you doing here?"

"Hm? I live here, silly." Tamaki walked further into the room, revealing to Kyoya a tray he was balancing in his hands. Kyoya was now propped up onto his elbows, looking inquisitively at his partner.

"You're meant to be at work." Shit. Work. He'd completely forgotten in his exhaustion to inform them of his absence.

"I already told them I'm not coming in today," said Tamaki. He must have noticed Kyoya's panicked expression, because he added, "I did the same for you too."

Kyoya frowned. Tamaki seemed fine, particularly given the lack of the dramatics that usually accompanied any illness Tamaki subtracted. "You're not sick as well, are you?"

"No! I just want to take care of you."

That was what Kyoya had feared. "I can take care of myself," he told him with an exasperated sigh. "There's no reason for us both to miss work. I didn't even want to in the first place."

Tamaki let out a fond laugh. "You don't have to be so independent, mon cheri. I'm sure you can take care of yourself, but I want to be here to help. It won't hurt to let yourself be taken care of for once!" He sat beside Kyoya; gingerly, so as not to send the contents of the tray flying. "Now, are you hungry? I thought it best not to bring anything else unless you wanted it, I know how funny you get with food when you're unwell, but I'll make you anything you want. Drinks included — but have some water first, okay?"

As Tamaki continued his ramblings, Kyoya looked properly at the tray for the first time. It was one of the nicer ones they owned; lilac and white china, emblazoned with a beautiful rose pattern. It may well have been Kyoya's favourite, if he were to choose one. Set upon it was a jug of water beside a tall, ice-filled glass, as well as a miniature vase which proudly displayed a singular violet rose. Kyoya smiled despite himself. Trust Tamaki to go all out, even for something so simple as preparing a glass of water.

"You'll have to go back to work tomorrow," Kyoya said, pouring himself some water as instructed. It wasn't as though either of them desperately needed to be in work — they quite obviously had more than enough money to get by — it was the principle of missing work that unnerved Kyoya so.

"It's almost like you don't want me here," Tamaki chuckled.

Kyoya raised an eyebrow, not indulging Tamaki's joke, though he couldn’t help but to inwardly remark on just how untrue it was. "I just don't want you skipping work for no good reason.”

"You're a good reason," Tamaki said, his voice earnest as he handed Kyoya the now-full glass. "I want to be here for you whenever you need me."

Kyoya didn't know how to respond to that (Tamaki could find a way to make anything a grand declaration of love, and though Kyoya loved the fool right back all the more for it, those moments never failed to catch him off guard), so he took the glass in one hand, and Tamaki's free hand in the other.

Tamaki was most certainly going to be in work tomorrow, even if Kyoya had to drag him there himself. But for now he was too tired to argue, so he decided, for once, to let himself be taken care of.

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theshalesky · 1 month

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God i hate my brain.

"i said i would write all day today, but eh it's fine, i'll just write this evening"

are you sure?

"oh i don't have to do it now, it's pretty late anyway. i'll just write tomorrow"

no you won't

"oh but now i have other stuff to prepare, and rest is important too right? the week is still long!"

SHUT UP. STOP LYING. WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GET YOUR ASS UP NOW?

#writing with adhd #is certainly fun #why can't i just have control over my brain why #i've set myself a deadline to finish editing this damn thing that i started writing 5 years ago #i hoped it would help but my brain keeps telling me “you can do it in less time” and refusing to work #vent #writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #writers life #vent post #adhd #adhd writer #adhd brain #also yes rest IS important but i've literally spent the past month resting so that's not an excuse

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osseincactus · 9 months

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Hello I'm back to just say random headcanons about Archie and Maxie...

I think this all came up from me needing smth to think about while I do daily chores, but I don't really think either of them fit entirely into the high schedule or no schedule kind of days.

Like obviously they both do a little but not in the way you'd immediately think of when you think of those ideas. Like generally if someone says they're strict and scheduled you'd think they'd take care of themself and vice versa but I don't think that's the case with them.

Cuz it's canon that Maxie is strict and clearly has his day all planned and does the same shit everyday (see that one Magma grunt complaining about his daily speeches). But I definitely don't think his self-care skills are even mediocre.

I think his schedule is less that he has it like written down or even really planned out, it's just kinda that he does the same stuff everyday. The issue is most of that stuff is work related and he's pushed basic care like eating and sleeping to the side. (Hence the hc of him being a smoker as well as a heavy drinker. Those things don't take a lot of effort to grab and it would give him the only breaks he'd think he needs like going out to smoke.)

As where with Archie I think (like most of the things with them) he's the opposite. He's not a really scheduled person, but I think he does have a sort of mental checklist of the things he needs to do through the day. I think all of his daily tasks are just kinda based around his personal stuff just not like at specific times.

I think he does the obvious shit everyday, like obviously eating, showering, working out, he seems like the kind of person to have like extensive skin care ngl and he does all of it everyday the only thing is, he just kinda does all of it when he gets the chance or just when he feels like it rather than having a "wake up do this and this and this" type of mentality.

anyway that's just kind of the basis of it. I see a lot of people that take the proof of Maxie being a scheduled kind of person and taking it as him being someone that like always makes sure he's like taking care of his hair and all this little personal care stuff and Archie having a very relaxed team (like they don't even have work hours) seems to make people give him the vibe of just not giving a shit but again I think it's the opposite its just that they can't be normal and have to do everything wrong :)

Like Maxie's strict daily schedule is basically just "if i cut out useless stuff like trying to stay alive, I can get more work done." And Archie's schedule is non-existent but god forbid he doesn't get to go for a jog at least somewhere in his day.

Maybe if they live together they can work out a healthy middle ground of both of those... maybe not though...

#I think this is just autism vs adhd but still #sorry for thinking about mundane things with them all the time #I like them and im gonna be sooo autistic about them #magma leader maxie #aqua leader archie #hardenshipping #I think i'll make a tag for my insane rambles like this so yall dont have to see them if you don't want #i need to just start writing fanfics at this point damn ;;

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corpsentry · 7 months

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have you played the newest loz game?? your fics for the series are my favourite ever

so here's the deal. i bought totk the day it released. i got it. i started playing it but then we went on our long awaited planned it for 3 years 1 week vacation and less then 48 hours after i'd returned from that BAM, i was in australia. and what was there to do now? we played taiko, dog, so much taiko, we lived together, 3 college kids in an apartment with a balcony with a view of the city skyline. it was the craziest thing i'd ever done. i loved and cried and fought and learned and grew and got so mf good at taiko and learned that there was still more to do and cooked and cut onions and ate obscene amounts of yogurt and then when it was over it was already august and we were standing at the airport sobbing into each other's shirts not wanting to let go but eventually we did we got on our planes home and then, only then, did i find the space in my heart and schedule and hands to play totk. three weeks later, i was in america

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the real problem at the heart of this affair is that i still haven't found my motherfucking glider. where the fuck is it. i've combed the map north to south east to west i've found every goddamn character in the game but purah. purah you selfish selfish lady. where are you? where are you??????

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and so it was that they would not finish totk not for another several months not for possibly years. which is not to say that i don't want to, i miss writing fanfiction, i missed the drama and the scope of our ambitions and the burning need to write write write but i was also madly depressed and anxious and not doing well and that's where the writing came from, yknow dog? it existed because there was nothing else i could do. it saved my life. and now i am no longer in need of saving, now i've saved myself, i've been searching for years and years for the place where i can have my friends and lovers and stories and also have this. i still haven't found it. but i'll let you know when i do

#replies #it's a hard thing to juggle Life #you see. idk how the fuck people with jobs still hang out in fandom like that shit's wild to me #my farts are extra smelly today. i also go to one of those liberal arts schools where if you dont put in the work u actually do die #and i enjoy the work. and the taiko. god the taiko #guys i started playing taiko because of my ex and then i played more than her and got better and i love taiko so much #i want to do it for the rest of my life dude. that's where all my time went #instead of going home in the evening i go to the studio and we DON KON DOKO DON DOKONKO DOROTSUKU #and it's so good. i feel strong (will be stronger when i fix my health problems) and alive and good #and that's where the part of my heart i saved from writing fanfiction on the internet is right now i think #what can i say. it's fucking beautiful out here #im glad i wrote what i mustt admit is pretty damn good zelda fic. im glad im here right now #so it goes

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bigcats-birds-and-books · 1 month

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.,,.,.okay so like. what if. INSTEAD of doing my taxes or starting this new book i'm excited for or knitting [REDACTED]. i pulled out the ten-year-old notebooks with hundred and forty pages of the preliminary, we'll pretend i haven't made it Much Worse Since Then Hell AU for lucius, and read those instead.

consider: said pages include velociraptors, and precursors to the wolves (beloved)

#text #personal #writing #lucius #aw #i could ALSO pull out driscoll pages and read those instead #damn suddenly it's 10 and i still haven't started my taxes #another weekend of this shit huh #(also please consider: i only number the fronts of pages)#(so my ~140 sheets of paper is really like. almost 300 pages. handwritten. of this stuff.)#IDK WHY I"M LIKE THIS BUT I HAD A GOOD TIME #and i got desh out of it #and the wolves #and a bunch of the new oasis doctors and the Setting so #:)

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mainfaggot · 9 days

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2/3 finals OVERRRRRR

#tge beginning was stressful bc i was 5 mins late and it was so muvh fucking grammar.#the middle was pretty easy just writing a few paragraphs about political stuff #the end was super easy reading comprehension questions but . i was super slow so i was strsssed abt the time #when i stood up the world started spinning and the proctor asked me if i was good 😭#i spent nearly 4 hours in that damn exam room .#when i got in the car my dad and i listened to charli xcx loudly w the windows down it was nice! then i came home and my mom started #arguing with me over random shit..#lol i feel like dying a bit im so drained #z.post

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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Needy tired sex is so underrated like imagine needing each other so much needing to touch them and for them to touch you straddling their lap and sinking down on their cock tiredly rocking back and forth tucking your head into the side of their neck as you can only let out sleepy needy moans

Oooooh I really like this!! And I love it with son's best friend bucky actually (I've missed writing him, he needs to come back)

But I can really imagine this if Bucky managed to get you to himself for a whole night, uninterrupted. You've maybe already had the kind of frantic, intense sex you're used to with him but time alone is a rarity and you can't help but crave the intimacy you're not used to receiving from your husband.

It's hard to tear yourselves apart on nights like that because Bucky feels like he has to touch you as much as he can now that he's got the chance. He'd have his fingers locked with yours or his thumb slowly running over your cheek bone or his hands trailing from your thigh, up over your hips and across your waist. He'd map the curves and contours of your body with the most reverent touch, leaving nothing unappreciated, telling you how beautiful you are with a sincerity that catches in the back of your throat.

It's so hard not to fall into the gentle, familiar intimacy of the moment he's created. You're both still pleasantly buzzing with the afterglow of your orgasms, a sleepy haze making you both more than a little drowsy but you haven't had enough of each other yet.

There's an unspoken understanding that these hours have to count. They have to matter. In the morning, you'll shower and get dressed and go back home to your husband. He'll return to his college flat and you have no idea when you'll be able to feel this close to him again.

"I don't know that I'll ever get enough of you. A lifetime wouldn't be enough." He whispers, his eyes trained on yours. You don't take the time to correct him and remind him that a 'lifetime' together isn't on the cards. You know he knows that, he might be young but he's not stupid. It's nice to feel wanted again, after years of being borderline ignored by your husband.

"You're too sweet for your own good." You pull him into a gentle kiss, your fingers curling in the short, dark hair just above the nape of his neck.

You're not quite sure how but before you know it, you're sat in his lap with your chest pressed to his and he's rock hard inside you again. It's much slower and more intimate than you both had patience for earlier but it's so damn satisfying.

"Fuck, you feel like Heaven." He groans, almost sounding pathetic as he grips your hips and helps you keep the steady pace he knows you both enjoy so much.

"Bucky, I n-need... I can't..." You whine, unable to articulate what exactly it is that you need from him in that moment. In truth, you need nothing more than what you have. Your body just craves more.

"I know, sweetheart. Believe me, I know." His hands map out your body from your hips, up your back until he's rubbing your shoulders while your head falls into the crook of your neck. You groan, low and filthy against his neck, enjoying the way his dick rubs your sweet spot, right where you need it to.

"Doing so well for me. Don't stop." It's an overindulgent level of pleasure. You'd have been more than satisfied, at least until the morning but with Bucky, nothing is ever really enough.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #sbf!bucky #son's best friend!bucky #apparently my next quiet week is in 2064 #because shit is just relentless rn #it's one busy week after another #at least it's a fun kind of busy #like beach trips and drinks busy #I need to spend less time in the damn sun #I went down to work last night and showed them my back #and they very kindly covered half my back in a huge burn dressing #at least the pain is gone #it's just itchy now #I love the dynamic with sbf!bucky though #it's so fun to write something more than surface level attraction #I'd love to give those two a fic #but I would have no idea where to start

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fablewritesnonsense · 11 months

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Second Chances

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

If you had the chance to change your fate, would you?

When Paladin Danse wakes up two years in the past, with all the memories of his adventures with Nora and beyond, he realizes the gift he's given. A second chance to change the world for the better. To be a better partner. To do it right this time. And he's not going to let this chance slip through his fingers.

Inspired by and including spoilers from Death Should: A Nick Valentine Mystery.

#death shroud #fallout 4 #fallout 4 fanfic #paladin danse #nick valentine #nora the sole survivor #I told myself I wasn't going to start a new WIP and then this damn radio drama happened #and changed my life #got me to sit down and really write for the first time in a fucking MONTH #god it was so good #it made last week and this week for me

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sardonic-sprite · 4 months

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So ✨️inspiration✨️ hit me over the head with an anvil on New Year's Day, and in order not to lose that absolutely staggering momentum I have since gathered, I have been devoting as much of my attention and effort as possible into running with it and am going to GO FOR THE FUCKING FINISH LINE THIS TIME OR DIE TRYING.

I've set myself a goal of 1,000 words a day until Easter to hopefully complete a first draft which I can then yeet into the void (my English teachers and English major uncle), and to keep myself on task, I will not be touching any fics until after I have met my word count goal for the day, which means there may well be a lot of days I don't get to fic writing.

The tldr of that is that I'll be writing much less, and therefore posting much less. (I'm also lowkey hesitant to engage in other media for fear of derailing myself but we'll see how long I can manage that...). The good news is there's quite a few things I have that are mostly done, so while I'm going to be sporadic, I won't drop off the globe entirely.

Thanks so much for understanding, and I'll either see you over on ao3 with the batfam or here screaming about my own tiny fandom

#sprite said #sprite... is writing #wow #i am offering fandom citizenship for those interested #sprite's novel #damn haven't used that in a while #3rd time's the charm?#wish me luck and coffee #school starts in like 11 days so....#and I'll be legit STUDYING a DIFFERENT hyperfixation which i have always intended to be yet ANOTHER novel/series....#.....#EVERYTHINGS GONNA BE FINE

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fecto-forgo · 3 months

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"fear and revulsion arent the same thing" not even a full minute into this horror review n i already need to kiss this reviewer like you kiss a chef for making a good meal

#analiceoriginal.txt #like no LITERALLY!!! LITERALLY THATS THE ISSUE I HAVE W EVERYTHING PPL PRAISE FOR HAVING SA IN IT #you can make horror based on the horrors of real abuse!! i can also count on one hand how many stories actually know how to do this #thats my damn issue w b.orrascas ending its pure revulsion.theres barely any horror of reality in it its just a compilation of disgusting #stuff mislabeled as scary.this isnt horror of how awful the world is its just a compilation of 'isnt this fucked up? isnt this fucked up?'#yeah dude it is.specially fucked up this is obviously only happening this extremely bc you cant write lmao.#promise its the last time i talk abt that story.sorry the start n middle r just so good then its so fucking bad

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