#i love the concept and i think with the right push and a beta or two to help i think i can do it

[television-overload]

of our own making

(an X-Files fanfic)

Oh hey, look, it's that massive story I've been working on since January! I'm so thankful to everyone who has shown interest in the concept of this fic and the little snippets I've posted. You've been more help than you know. Without that support, I don't think this would have ever gotten finished.

A special thanks to @numinousmysteries who kindly beta read for me and did a fantastic job. I wanted to make sure I got this right, and she was a great help!

And now I can't wait to share this with you all! New chapters posted daily!

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Chapter 1/34 - ink and paper

How long has he been thinking about this, she wonders. What exactly is he thinking? Her mind races, trying to reconcile this Mulder whose deepest desires are spilled out here in ink on worn and crinkled brochures with the one she’s spent nearly every day with these past several months.

She'd never have guessed...

Find out if adoption is right for you! Visit us at 8080 Meadowlark Ln. Annapolis, MD “A Home for Every Child!”

Scully stares down at the brochure on the desk. One of many, which are half buried underneath a pile of paperwork from their current case. Certain words and phrases are circled in pen, underlined, annotated in the margins in the familiar scrawl she knows almost better than her own.

stability – less travel? change in division? discuss with Scully

loving home – ask Frohike for real estate agent #

The word “family” is circled three times.

She swallows with some difficulty, finding—to her dismay—that her hands are shaking. Mulder will be arriving any second, and here she is, frozen like a statue.

How long has he been thinking about this, she wonders. What exactly is he thinking? Her mind races, trying to reconcile this Mulder whose deepest desires are spilled out here in ink on worn and crinkled brochures with the one she’s spent nearly every day with these past several months.

She’d never have guessed…

“Morning, partner,” his voice calls out, and she jolts in surprise. She hears the door snick shut behind him, but she can’t bring herself to turn around. With deft fingers, she pushes the brochure back under the stack of papers where she found it, only the colorful corner of the page visible.

“Morning, Mulder,” she tries, clearing her throat. It comes out strained, but she hopes he doesn’t notice. She hides her trembling hands in her lap under the desk.

He looks down at her, half amused, half concerned. “You okay? You're not getting that stomach bug that's been going around, are you?”

“I'm fine,” she answers defensively, warning him to back off. She grabs a file off the desk in front of her with a little more force than necessary, plopping it open.

‘Okayyy,’ he mouths exaggeratedly, eyebrows raised. He sits down at his desk and leafs through some papers sitting on top, arranging them into neater stacks. When he uncovers the brochures, his eyes widen and he clears his throat, hurriedly covering them with other papers and trying to act natural.

Scully thinks about letting it go and pretending she doesn’t know what he’s hiding, but she knows she won’t be able to sleep until she finds out what’s been going on in that ridiculous head of his. 

She idly flips to the next page of the file in her hand, displaying a confidence she doesn’t feel in the firm set of her shoulders

“Doing some light reading, Mulder?” she asks, attempting to look disinterested.

His head shoots up, a look of alarm on his face. For a second he thinks she might be talking about something else, that she couldn’t possibly know, but one look at her throws that theory right out the window. He glances back and forth between her and the papers on the desk a few times before dropping his shoulders in defeat.

“I’m sorry, Scully, you weren’t supposed to see those,” he says, shuffling all the brochures into a pile while carefully avoiding eye contact. “I was working here late last night. I must have forgotten to put them away.” As he speaks, he opens the top drawer of his desk and shoves them inside, then takes a seat at his desk. His nose is buried in a file before she can even respond.

She watches him now. He is a curiosity, determinedly feigning concentration on a case she knows he finds disinteresting and a waste of time.

Typical.

“You're really not going to say anything?” she asks, arms crossed in front of her.

That rankles him. “What do you want me to say?” he asks, indignation boiling below the surface.

She looks at him incredulously, the file in front of her all but forgotten.

“You're thinking of adoption? When were you planning to share this with me?”

He sighs and shakes his head, pleading silently with her. “It's too soon, Scully. I didn't think you'd want to hear it yet.”

“But you're looking into it because…”

“It's just been on my mind, that's all.”

She stares at him, brows furrowed.

“Since when?”

Since when… Images flash of a life he didn’t recognize. His sister, alive and grown up. A quiet suburban neighborhood. Cancer Man living just down the street. A wife and kids, but not the right ones. It was wrong, all of it was wrong.

“A hallucinatory trip into an alternate universe tends to make you think,” he answers simply.

He’s looking at her now, deadly serious despite the joking tone. She doesn’t respond. Can’t respond.

“I'm sorry, I didn't want to bring all this up,” he continues. “I know it's a sore spot for you.”

It takes her a moment to conjure words from her mouth, her lips moving but no sound coming out. “I just wasn't expecting…”

“For all I know, this isn't even something you'd want.”

What does she say to that? Is she interested? 

“I– I'm not sure. I've never really considered it before.”

He waits, his eyes assessing her for some hidden meaning, some insight into her state of mind. He gets nothing. She’s totally blank.

“Well… what do you want?” He thought the question was innocuous enough, safer territory than straight up asking her if she wants to adopt, but apparently not.

She shuts her folder, abruptly standing and slinging her purse over her shoulder. “I'm going back to the crime scene,” she declares, changing the subject. “I want to see if there's anything we missed.”

“Scully…” he tries.

“Not now, Mulder.” Without even taking the time to put her coat on, she flees, leaving the door partially open in her rush to get away. Cursing under his breath, Mulder grabs his coat from its hook and hurries after her.

The elevator doors are almost all the way closed by the time he catches up, but in this case, he figures it’s worth the potential loss of a limb. He throws his hand between the closing gap in the metal doors, and it bounces back open to allow him entrance, to the extreme displeasure of one Dana Scully. He wisely stays silent in the elevator, stealing glances at her every few seconds out of the corner of his eye as they ascend. He can feel the frigid air coming off her in waves. It’s been a while since he’s seen her this annoyed with him, this eager to get away.

He won’t let her. Not this time. He’s learned from his mistakes.

In the parking garage, she's walking briskly, heels clicking on the concrete, and he has to pick up the pace to keep up with surprisingly agile little legs.

He didn’t want this confrontation. There was a reason he was keeping his research a secret. This is exactly what he was hoping to avoid, at least until the time was right to carefully drop some hints here and there. But now? There’s no carefully about it. No option to wait and let this blow over. There’s only one way out of this at this point, and unfortunately, that way is through.

He picks up the pace.

“You're the one who brought this up, Scully, I was perfectly happy throwing those brochures in my drawer and not saying a word.” 

His voice echoes in the concrete parking structure, sounding harsh even to his own ears. As frustrated as he is with her, that isn’t his intent. He only wants to know what he can do to help her, how he can help her fulfill her dreams. He lets out a breath, and with it, releases his selfish frustration. She’s still walking away at a breakneck pace, and he doesn’t know how he can get her to stop and face this. 

“If you want to talk about it, let's talk about it,” he says, pleading. “I can't help you if I don't know what you want. You want me to shut up, never mention the subject again?” he shouts, throwing his hands in the air, “Fine, just tell me. What do you want, Scully?”

“I just want to be a mom, okay?” she yells, whirling around to face him. Her words instantly silence him, and he watches stone-faced as tears spring in her eyes. “I see all these other moms out there and think… I could do that too. Why can’t I do that too?”

Well, mission accomplished. The truth is finally out there. Part of him feels bad for pushing her, but the other part knows that it was doing her no good to keep her feelings bottled up inside to deal with by herself. He reaches out a hand, intending to comfort her, his eyes softening in sympathy. 

“You could. Scully, you’d be the best mom.”

She flinches away, stepping out of his reach. “You don’t know that, Mulder. I can’t even—even my body is even telling me no. Over and over.” She resumes her brisk walk to her car, and he thinks he sees her brush angrily at her face, no doubt wiping away the evidence of the stubborn tears that have managed to escape.

He rushes to get in front of her, walking backwards so he can keep her in his sight. 

“When has that ever stopped you?” he asks. “You had cancer, and you kept fighting. You’re alive today because you refused to give up when your body quit on you. What about that?” He stops abruptly, forcing her to come to a halt before she crashes into him.

There’s no way out of this, is there? Her shoulders slump in defeat.

“You saved me, Mulder,” she admits quietly, shaking her head. “You’re the one who didn’t give up. Not me. It was only because you were with me that I survived.”

This time, when she goes to walk away, he stops her, placing a hand on her shoulder. The simple touch causes her to freeze, hardly breathing, and when he steps closer, she stays. His hands slide down her shoulders, holding her securely in place to ensure that his next words come through loud and clear.

“I’m gonna be with you here on this too, I promise.” His thumbs brush back and forth on the fabric of her sleeves, for his comfort or hers, she’s not sure. “You can still be a mother, Scully. I’ll help you.”

She shakes her head, her heart feeling like it has been ripped to shreds. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” He gives her a little shake for emphasis. She still won’t look at him. “You’ve kept me alive all these years, how much harder could a baby be?”

That gets a breathy chuckle from her, and her head falls to her chest. Groaning with the agony of this burden on her heart, she stops fighting it and leans into him. Without hesitation, he wraps an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his embrace.

Her hand comes up to find purchase on his suit jacket, relishing in the comfort only he can provide. She’s past caring if anyone sees them like this here. Let them talk. They already do, anyway.

“Well, at least when you wake me up in the middle of the night, you’re not crying,” she speaks into his chest.

She feels him shrug, and can almost see the goofy smile she knows she put on his lips.

“Usually.”

She looks up at him with her chin on his sternum before taking a deep breath and pulling away.

“It's raining,” he says softly, glancing down at her and brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “We can go back to the crime scene later.” She nods, unsure what else to say. She allows herself to be led, his ever-present hand brushing against her back as they start toward the basement.

“Adoption,” Scully mutters to herself, shaking her head in disbelief. “I don’t know, Mulder. This—this is different than IVF. With that, all I was asking for was your…” her eyes dart around, looking anywhere but at him, “genetic material. This is something entirely different.”

He’s pleased she’s at least considering it, but she doesn’t get it at all, if that’s what she thinks.

“How? ‘Cause from where I’m standing, the process of getting a baby is a little different, but in the long run, the result is the same.”

She pauses, looking at him in confusion. “What– what are you saying?”

He runs a hand awkwardly through his hair, suddenly taking a unique interest in his shoes and the floor of the parking structure.

“Yeah, we probably should have talked about this before…”

“Talked about what?”

He sighs and guides her into a stairwell. It’s stuffy and poorly-lit with a flickering lightbulb, but here, there’s less of a chance they’ll be overheard.

“Look, Scully, I don’t know what you had in mind for my involvement beyond contributing to half the baby’s DNA when you first asked me to help you get pregnant,” he starts, fighting hard to meet her eyes instead of shying away. “But, I– I had hoped it would be a little more than ‘Say hi to Uncle Mulder,’ every couple of months.”

She blinks back at him, speechless.

“I’m sorry if that’s overstepping, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable with all this, I just—” He takes in a breath. “I guess I got to thinking of what it might be like to have a family again.” His bout of honesty is met with a blank stare, and his nervous smile drops. “I completely misread the situation, didn’t I?” he asks, self-loathing waiting on standby. “Got ahead of myself…”

She stops him by catching his coat sleeve. “No—uh. No, you didn’t.” She collects herself, willing herself to offer him some reassurance. Her fingers release the fabric of his coat, shifting her grasp instead to his hand. “I didn’t realize you felt that way.”

He glances down at where she holds tightly to him, and his lips curl into some semblance of a smile.

“I guess they might have had a point with all those communication seminars we’ve skipped, huh?”

She chuckles softly.

“I don’t think this is exactly what they had in mind…”

With a gentle tug, Mulder leads her down the stairs, committed to holding her hand as long as she’ll let him. The air is stagnant and silent, only the rhythmic echo of their shoes clicking on the concrete steps as they make their way to the bottom floor.

She’s thinking. What she knows now, it changes everything. 

She had asked him to leave. Hid her grief from him as much as possible after her initial lapse into weakness when she came home with the news. She had almost kissed him, then, unsure of what else she had to live for. She knew she was hurting him by folding inward on herself in the weeks that followed, but that didn’t stop her from doing it. She was in a dark place, hardly able to see what was right in front of her. What she couldn’t see was that his hurt wasn’t just for her, born of some misguided sense of guilt or pity. It was his own, too.

“Mulder, all those months, after it failed—” There’s something like fear in her voice as she utters these words, or maybe regret.

“I was just worried about you.”

She squeezes his hand, feeling tears well in her eyes once more. “No, you were grieving like I was, and I didn’t notice. I pushed you away…”

“Dana…” He turns, a couple steps ahead of her, so for once it’s him who has to look up to meet her eyes. Her lip wobbles as she looks down at him, and he brushes his thumb tenderly over her knuckles. “You had to deal with it on your own, I understood that. I don’t blame you for anything.”

Those eyes. So open and honest and sad. She wonders how anyone could hurt him, could bear to break this man’s heart. How could she? 

Choking back a sob, she falls into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding tight. His arms encircle her back, supporting her weight, and she feels herself being lifted as he goes up a step, closing the distance between them.

His hand climbs up to the back of her head, stroking her hair soothingly.

“I just wanted to be there for you,” he mumbles into her neck.

“You were, Mulder,” she gasps between bouts of tears, finding comfort in the feel of his soft hair between her fingers. “You’ve always been there.”

He pulls back, lifting his hands to cup her face and wiping away the tears he finds there with the pads of his thumbs. 

“You don’t have to give an answer now,” he says, reassuring, “This is… a big commitment, I know, and I don’t want you to say yes just because I suggested it. I just wanted you to know it’s an option, and if you want to have a baby, I’m in. However you want to go about it, I’ll be as involved as you want. Just– let me know, anytime. Okay?”

He’s looking at her now, head ducked so those sad, puppy-dog eyes can get his message across.

She nods, holding tight to the wrists that so tenderly cup her face.

“Okay.”

~~~

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[bakerstreethound]

A Single Touch

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut, hints of soft (sub) husband Sherlock/dom Sherlock, gentle teasing, mentions of marking, tenderness, and feelings

Summary: A peaceful afternoon in 221B takes a turn when you become insistent on needing Sherlock's attention and he indulges.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT claim, copy, repost, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username) 

Word Count: 1.1k+

A/N: Hello my lovelies, I hope you are all well. I hope you enjoy this little treat for I adore Sherlock so and he deserves the love and attention even when he can be annoying. Special thank you to @strangelockd for beta reading and loving this story from its conception. She is now the official aunt of this fanfic. As always, comments and reblogs are most appreciated! Graphic by @firefly-graphics

You smile to yourself as you look around 221B, enjoying the rare peaceful afternoon on the couch, your favorite book discarded on the coffee table. Sherlock’s features are calm and relaxed and you grin despite yourself, knowing how much he hated to admit he liked this…whatever this supposed routine had become.

Your fingers ruffled gently through his curls, his breath coming steady, occasionally shuddering when you tugged harder on them to tease him. You gaze upon him fondly, watching his cheek quiver, lips pursing while he flips a page of his novel.

So that’s how it was going to be, then. You smile to yourself, for you do so love a challenge. 

Carefully you tug his curls once more, earning a raised brow in return, until you reach for the book, pulling it from his grasp, not before inserting the bookmark into place; you don't have the heart to dog ear the page like a heathen. 

“I was reading that,” he huffs, feigning annoyance, yet his eyes shimmer in mischief and mirth. 

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it? Surely you can think of something.” 

He shifts, sitting upright on the couch, watching you intently, dark fierceness flashing for a moment in his eyes. “I’ve considered no less than five options.” 

You smirk at his practicality and calculating mind, and shake your head in amusement, before you climb over onto his lap, swinging a leg over to straddle a thigh. Ever so slowly, you lean into him, pressing your lips to his forehead, relishing in the faint sigh he releases.

His grip on your waist tightens as you settle yourself fully, tracing a thumb along his lower lip. You relish in the widening of his eyes, the faint twitch of his cheek, mind, and body fighting to take over whatever impulses have him in a frenzy.

You adore the push and pull and could fall into it for eons. With him, every touch, every instinct of yours screams yes for it all is right, almost too good to be true. 

“Damn you.”

“Whatever for, dear boy?” You murmur not a care in the world, nuzzling his neck before grazing your tongue over a sensitive spot, relishing in the way his shoulders tense as he fights off a shiver. 

He says nothing else as you continue on your merry way, smirking to yourself at his reactions, the way he gripes your waist tighter, fighting off the anticipation of your lips latching on to his neck for what feels like the hundredth time.

Even if it is the hundredth time, he wouldn’t tire of it for a moment, for it is you, and that’s all he wants. 

You in every moment. 

It’s what you want as well, want to show him how much you love and adore him, how you can never get enough of him. How you deserved him you wouldn't know for he is everything to you and more.

You press another kiss to his waiting lips which accept you eagerly, your hands running down his torso, and you sigh. 

How was this your husband? 

He softly pressed a kiss to your lips and you gracefully fell into the feel of him, wanting to adore him. Your heart ached in kind, a mixture of melancholy and longing, desperation and want. It is your form of love, all because of him.

Through the years you count him as one of your greatest blessings, but the words catch in your throat when you try to speak them aloud.

You hope he knows, surely, he does for he’s the only one who braved your tumultuous shores, the depths of your heart, and still he stayed. 

He stayed unwavering and you as well through it all. Thoughts of these flood his mind, for he’s all too enraptured with your form, the way you melt into him, the way his nails dig deep into your waist. He jolts slightly at the praises that pull from your lips, a slight blush creeping along his cheeks at your words. 

“You don’t….that’s not…” he struggles to voice and you offer him a smile, kissing him once more, whispering your pleas in tandem. 

“Let me help you…” you sigh into him, tugging his lower lip, earning a low groan before shifting on his lap, his hands reading to your back, gripping you impossibly tighter. 

“Then I should help you, darling.”

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, the teasing tone sending shivers down your spine in a delightful manner and you welcome it. You both require a reprieve and it starts with a single touch. 

One of love. 

One of need. 

One of desire. 

One of desperation. 

That’s how you find yourself an hour later on your shared bed, engulfed by sheets and the delicious heat of his lips on your own, tongue trailing along your body, his deep sonorous baritone edging you on. 

“I said every inch, my dear,” his voice rumbles from his throat igniting your body from the inside out, “Isn’t that right?”  Your shirt slides higher up your body as inch by inch your upper body is revealed to him and Sherlock smirks, delighting in the situation. 

You roll your eyes, shuddering as his hands grip you tighter, before pulling the rest of your shirt off, promptly discarding it on the floor, not a care in the world. His gaze bores into your back and you fight off a shiver to no avail.

You can feel his smirk searing to your back before he presses the gentlest kisses along your spine and you melt in kind before he sucks a mark, making you squirm. 

“Not…fair…”

“Nothing about you is fair,” he growls.

You groan in kind, letting him do as he pleases, pulling you impossibly closer to him, heat radiating between you, sending you aflame. It was only a shift of the hand, a brush against his wrist, and the tension filled him to the brim like lightning before it struck.

You shudder when his finger brushes back along your body, melting, completely undone by him and his embrace. He traces the marks he made along your spine, and you bite back another whimper, causing him to whisper in your ear. 

“I want to hear you make those pretty noises for me, alright?” 

You swallow, knowing he’s not asking and when he kisses you heatedly, you let yourself fall into the abyss and infinite as you’re made one, relishing in the warmth, and eternal bliss you fall into every time you’re here safe in his arms. 

All it takes is a single burning, aching touch. 

And you fall together. 

Down in the abyss where love and pleasure combine, something else you can’t quite fathom or remember, but it’s enough. All you could ever want and more; the gasped pleas from parted lips, hand entangled in those sinful curls, your bodies forever intertwined. 

******

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[starreo]

thank god for you,

satoru.

cw: eventual smut, fear of dying without having lived. thank you my sweetest ever, @n-agiz for beta reading this :( big kissi

if it wasn't for you, i'd probably still be feeling empty inside. if it wasn't for you, i'd probably never have known that you could have fun in so many ways. if it wasn't for you, i'd have lived such a boring life. which is why, i thank god for you.

each time i get snapchat notifications with the multiple memories we made in those few months, i think of you.

live fast, die young was a concept, completely foreign to me. raised by slightly strict parents, i'd shaped into an adult who would never take unnecessary risks. always playing it safe, never doing something without thinking twice.

until i met you on that train ride to my uncle's place in the city. i wasn't expecting you to talk to me, and i wasn't expecting myself to talk to you. yet, we spoke for hours, laughing and slightly shoving each other, going as far as to exchange numbers so that we could get in contact sometime. i only realized just how much i enjoyed my normally boring trip to uncle's house. for the first time, i didn't think twice, sending you a message almost as soon as i got into bed. and you replied almost instantly too.

i smiled at your message asking if you could call instead. and there began the journey of me learning to live my life.

every day was a different event. we'd go up to the hills, snowboarding from down there, you'd tightly adjust the helmet on my head, telling me it's good to try out new things, after all, we get just one life. your bright blue eyes made mine shine for the first time. a rapid beating in my heart, still not sure whether it was from the adrenaline of the sport or the feelings i harbored for you in that short time. regardless, they made me feel so excited.

we'd grab quick lunches, a bagel or a croissant, takeaway stuff, because you would always say, life is too short to be sitting in a fancy restaurant, and not being able to enjoy truly. we'd bite into our food, you'd keep blabbering, always biting your tongue and then crying about it.

and i'd kiss you, for the first time, touching another's lips. looking up into your eyes, better now? and you'd nod hurriedly, making me giggle as you smashed your lips against mine.

we'd go fishing in a boat, a can of worms near your feet as you laughed at my terrified reaction. you'd show me how to wrap the worms around the hook, and wait patiently till the string started to vibrate. as i held the rod, you'd stand behind me, whispering in my ear like the fish could hear us, take your time with it, but don't miss it. when you said that, i thought you weren't just talking about fishing. all your words seemed so casual on the surface, however, when thought about, they'd be so deep.

we'd take showers in your house from falling into the water after you got startled by a worm crawling on your hand and turned the boat over. you would apologize profusely, feeling regretful, and i'd tell you, life's too short for regrets, isn't it, satoru? and your eyes would widen, the sparkle coming back into them as you'd wrap your arms around me, engulfing me in a tight hug.

i'd laugh at you and push you away, but you wouldn't budge, causing me to look up, into your eyes. your beautiful, beautiful blue eyes. bluer than the sky, bluer than the water, bluer than my life before i saw them, and yet with so much life. you'd lean down to kiss me. not like the first time we did. you'd be more gentle. your arms would slip behind my knees, smoothly picking me up from outside the bathroom and placing me on your bed.

you're right, y/n...life's too short for regrets. you'd whisper against my lips, your eyebrows furrowing just like mine, not being able to process the overwhelming emotions. you'd kiss me deeply, like you meant it, like you loved it, like you didn't wanna miss it.

your left hand traveling down to my thighs, grabbing and pinching the flesh, while the other hovered around the heat forming in my underwear. you'd look into my soul, gulping down the saliva in your mouth as you cocked an eyebrow. i'd nod and smile at you, leaning back against your headboard as you leaned closer to me, connecting your lips with mine again. but it was...more wet. more passionate. more lively.

each time i get snapchat notifications with the multiple memories we made in those few months, i think of you and i smile uncontrollably.

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[kaihuntrr]

The Sea Prince; Betas and Sketches!

Hello! been a bit since ive done a sketch dump, but it isnt just a sketch dump, it's an announcement!

As @mewhoismyself and I work on the fic, we need an active set of beta readers! The two we have our wonderful, but to keep with the schedule, we need some extra hands and fresh eyes!

Hence, beta readers are once again open!

I am looking for two betas who are experienced in writing, and who are active to give their insights and feedback! currently, i am writing chapter 17, but while i do that, i'd need the feedback as soon as i can get it so i can prepare it for the chapter release dates. shoot a comment down below so i can check your account!

anyway, here's some doodles <3

ONE OF THESE IMAGES BELOW HAVE BLOOD. I AM WARNING YOU NOW.

first off, here's a joke made by a friend :> martyn is scott's babygirl, boom, its canon-

starting off, here's some silhouettes for the other princes ;D I can't reveal them, otherwise the surprise would be ruined! they're all based on different sea creatures, but they are just as scary as Prince Pearl and Prince Chromia. theres other designs i have to get to, but this is a sneak peak of the other terrors lurking in the dark.

speaking of, I got a fun doodle of em <3 the good thing about eating underwater is that they won't get all messy, but there are those times where an audience might watch them eat, they're messy eaters!

these two are pretty, but i really wanted to push their freakier, scarier sea prince sides! more slight changes, but they're both quite fun to draw! their contrasting designs are so much fun to draw together, i love these sillies! oh- and here's a bloodless version!

i absolutely LOVE my sea prince designs, scott and pearl just itch me the right way.

and before i pop off, here's some concept designs for joey and sausage, along with fwhip and gem! since gem is officially a lifer, i think her role in the story might be a bit more focused on, who knows!

wanted to make sure sausage didn't look like his pirates look :0c this au was originally before pirates smp, so i wanted to differentiate them somehow, so i pulled a lot from their empires' attire and see what works! what do you think?

finally, we have the cover art board! im planning to put this all in my pinned post the moment all the covers drop, but goodness, those eyes sure are pretty!

what do you think of the au so far? enjoying it? i hope you are! this au is such a blast <3

#the sea prince au #limited life #limited life smp #life series #life smp #trafficblr #majorwood #mean gills #coral kids #scottyn #scott smajor #smajor1995 #dangthatsalongname #martyn inthelittlewood #martyn itlw #inthelittlewood #inthelittewood fanart #grian #pearlescentmoon #pearlescentmoon fanart #mythicalsausage #joey graceffa #geminitay #fwhip

[fandomnsfw]

Because He Listens - Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Prompt: I tried my best with this one. It isn't as long as some of my others but I wrote what felt right at the time. love triangles are hard enough pentagons much harder.

Warnings: None just swearing really.

Beta'd by my lovely long time friend, beta and fellow writer @lets-imagine-fanfics

ENJOY!!

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You started your day like every other day.  

Wake up brush your teeth, take a shower, get dressed, makeup, hair, then out the door. However, this morning you were bombarded with Damon Salvatore laying on your bed causally when you came out with a towel on your body, and one wrapped around your hair. You gave him a silent glare as you picked out your clothes in silence.  

Once you’d gotten what you needed out of your closet, you spun around to face him when it became obvious that he wasn’t going away, no matter how much you ignored his presence. You gave him a fake sweet smile that did nothing but amuse the older man. 

“How can I help you, Damon?” You asked with a sickeningly sweet tone. 

“Have you thought about what I said last night?” He responded, his tone turning serious.  

“Why are you doing this Damon? You’ve never cared if I was at the centre of danger before!” You shouted as you walked through your front door after fighting against some witch who came for a doppelganger or more specifically doppelganger blood. 

“Because I care okay! Oh yes, I know that’s a shocking concept but I. CARE.” He punctuated with his usual level of sarcasm and sass.  

“About Elena yes. Me? Never.” You snarked back with an eye roll.  

“Well, I care about you, okay?” He sighed seriously, his usually sarcastic demeanour dropping.   

“Why?” You snapped making him close his eyes as if exasperated by this entire situation. 

“Because-” He seemed to stop, wondering whether his reason was worth stating but you crossed your arms in a way that said you wouldn’t drop this, so he stared down at you as he walked closer.  

“Because...I love you.” He muttered quietly.  

“Tell me your joking?” You whispered with wide eyes.  

“Oh yeah, this seems like the type of prank I’m fond of, doesn’t it?” He growled in annoyance.  

“What is it with you brothers!?” You screamed as you lightly pushed Damon away.  

“So, I guess Stefan got here first.” He grumbled like a pouting child.  

“What is there to think about, Damon?” You sighed as you stepped away from him, your eyes dropping to the floor as you contemplated how to handle this.  

You’d never really been told ‘I love you’ by anyone who seriously meant it and now you had Stefan, who had told you before the fight; and Damon, who had told you after the fight. Oh, and let's not forget the good Mikaelson brothers who seemed to have taken an interest too. How the hell were you supposed to deal with this?  

“Well, do you like either of us?” Damon tried with an eye roll to show his frustration.  

“Between the Salvatore brothers, the Mikaelson brothers and a witch trying to kill me I haven’t exactly thought about it!” You shouted as you disappeared into the bathroom to change.  

You slid on your undies, bra and jeans before realising you hadn’t grabbed your top as you were too busy thinking about how your life was turning out. You knew Klaus had a thing for Caroline as well, so you never really took him seriously until last night while fighting this witch, he jumped in front of a giant flaming ball to save you all the while Elijah hid you behind him.  

“I’m not doing this. I’m not Elena and I don’t enjoy being stuck in a love triangle...or a pentagon in this case.” You snapped through the door before wrapping the towel around your bra-covered torso and making your way out of the bathroom to grab your top.  

You grabbed the article of clothing ignoring Damon’s eyes on you before rushing back to the bathroom. Once you’d tucked your plain black V-neck t-shirt into your high waisted jeans you exited the bathroom to Damon who was sitting on the end of your bed staring at the floor.  

“If you can’t decide then I guess we’ll do it for you.” Damon hissed before speeding out of your room and your apartment before you could even ask what he meant. 

You stood there with a frown on your face as you pulled out a pair of socks and started putting them on but once again you were interrupted by a knock on your door. You finished putting your socks on and walked out of your bedroom to answer the apartment door.  

You stared at the British vampire with narrowed eyes as she looked at you in confusion, her eyebrow raised as if silently asking what was wrong.  

“You’re not here to profess your undying love for me too, are you Bex?” You whispered suspiciously.  

“No, definitely not love.” Rebekah snorted as she pushed her way into the apartment without another word. 

“So Damon told you?” Rebekah chuckled as she flopped down onto your couch.  

“Yeah, and Stefan. All the while your biggest brother protected me from a witch and your other brother took a fireball for me. I feel like I’m in the cheesiest rom-com ever to exist. I have my own Harem.” You sighed dramatically as you flopped down next to her, sinking into the couch as if that would protect you from this entire situation.  

“Did you get Bonnie to cast a spell?” She whispered jokingly.  

“In what world is this something I would want?” You asked seriously making Rebekah shrug in response. 

“To break 4 people's hearts all in one go!” You huffed angrily making her smile sympathetically.  

“So...you don’t like any of them?” Rebekah asked with a raised brow.  

“I didn’t say that! But I’m not gonna choose one so the others can watch as I have a happy ending with the one I do like!” You snapped as you jumped up from the couch.  

“Well, it's better than letting yourself be unhappy just to save these idiots. They all chose to pursue you, that was their choice. Forget about them and do what makes you happy.” She responded with a kind smile on her face.  

“Everyone is gonna be unhappy with my choice.” You muttered sadly, your eyes casting down to the floor the fear of your friends hating you was eating away at you.  

“So? Why does it matter? Do something for you.” She stated calmly as she stood from the couch.  

“Is it really that simple though?” You asked uneasily, your heart pounding a little at the thought of finally pursuing the one person you’d been head over heels for, for months.  

“Yeah, it’s really that simple.” She stated as she pulled you into a hug.  

You spend the rest of the day with Rebekah, eating waffles and drinking coffee while you watch bad tv. You didn’t know what you’d do without her in your corner to back you up. At least if your friends abandoned you, you’d always have Rebekah.  

It was now 4pm and Rebekah was about to leave but before she was out of the door one of her brothers texted her. The text had Rebekah staring at her phone with wide eyes before glancing up at you with a pained look on her face. You frowned as she passed you the phone but once you looked at the words you couldn’t help the scream of frustration that came out of your mouth. 

Kol - Why are our dear brothers having dinner with the Salvatores’? 

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” You screamed making Rebekah wince at the volume. 

“I’ll drive you.” was all Rebekah said as she took out her car keys and started to head out of the apartment. 

You slid your boots on, running after her with an angry frown on your face. You couldn’t believe these idiots! What were you, some prize to be won! You glanced at Rebekah who looked rather angry herself, but you knew it was because she, as a woman who fought for woman’s rights back in the twenties, thought this whole thing was barbaric. 

She sped to her house which wasn’t far her fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly as she pulled up to the Mikaelson mansion. She got out of the car, followed by you as you both stormed into the house.  

You’re glad you had backup because this wasn’t something you wanted to deal with at all, let alone by yourself. 

She flung the door open to the dining room rather dramatically. If it was any other day, you’d probably have laughed at her antics but right now all you could see was red. You stared at the four men who were casually eating dinner and sipping glasses of blood. 

“What the hell do you wankers think you’re doing!?” Rebekah screeched, her arms crossing over her chest. 

“That is not your concern, Rebekah. If you could please leave that would be much appreciated.” Elijah stated politely, making you raise a brow at him. 

“It’s definitely my business don’t you think, oh noble one.” You snapped sarcastically as you mirrored Rebekah’s stance. 

“I would like to point out I didn’t put this dinner together.” Klaus chuckled as he glanced at Damon and his own brother, snitching on them quite happily.  

“Seriously, Elijah? What happened to be a feminist? I guess we can’t just forget you were from a Viking era! Fucking caveman.” You snarled making Elijah look down at the floor, shame taking over his expression.  

“What did you think was going to come from this?” You asked seriously.  

“We were trying to find a fair way we could all throw our hat in the ring,” Stefan muttered quietly his face covered in shame just like Elijah’s. 

“THERE IS NO FUCKING RING! KEEP YOUR FUCKING HATS ASSHOLES!” You snapped.  

“That’s exactly what Klaus said you’d say.” Damon scoffed as he glanced over at the hybrid.  

“That’s because he listens to me!” You snapped angrily making everyone's eyes snap to Klaus who looked rather proud of himself.  

“Him? Seriously!” Damon shouted as he jumped up from his seat at the table. 

“I am so not getting into this right now.” You sighed as your caught Klaus’s eyes staring at you curiously, but he kept quiet. 

“He’s a fucking monster!” Damon growled angrily. 

“She only said he listened Damon. Calm down.” Stefan sighed softly. 

“She’s obviously not going to pick one of you nutters. What do ya say, darling?” You heard a mischievous voice chuckled behind you and Rebekah.  

“You’re so not funny Kol.” You huffed as you pushed him away from you with a small laugh.  

“Well, it’s obviously going to be one of the noble ones.” Kol snorted as he pointed to Stefan and Elijah. 

“Ya know what! I’m sick of you ancient bastards assuming you have all the answers, okay, so here we have it!” You shouted as you stormed over to Klaus’s chair and stood behind it.  

“SEE!” Damon screamed as he got into a position like he was about to fight anyone who disagreed. 

“SHUT UP! Do you even know why I’m picking him? Hmm or do you only care if I picked you? Hmm.” You snarled as you started towards Damon.  

“That man over there was abused and betrayed his entire life! Yes, he did some shit but so have ALL of you, so have I. He gifted me things-”  

“I gifted you things!” Damon shouted, interrupting you.  

“Yes, because I seem like a diamond and Prada kind of girl, don’t I!?” You snapped making his eyes widen. 

“What did he gift you? Princess dresses and horses?” Damon snapped right back at you.  

“No! He bought me a stuffed wolf, drew a picture of me, he gave me a hand-carved figurine of my favourite tv character and last, but definitely not least, he took my dead mother’s coat to be mended by the best he could find so it would look brand new! But gifts aren't everything Damon! He also listened to me talk for hours about things I like, even though he has no idea what I’m talking about half the time. He drops off coffee and food for me when I’m so busy with college work, I don’t eat or drink. He even brought me a full 2 weeks' worth of grocery shopping with all the things I would usually get. He never once touched me or came into my house without me saying so. The way he looks at me as he draws me doing mundane things, makes me feel so seen and cared for. I am very much in love with him and if you don’t fucking like it, there's the door!” You screamed as Klaus glanced at you in absolute disbelief.  

“You see that look right there?” You exclaimed as you looked at him from where you were originally screaming at Damon.  

“He’s shocked I chose him. You lot think you have the right to put your hat in the ring but he’s just happy to be around me and before anyone says anything else. It’s been him long before you lot made your feelings for me known.” You chuckled softly as you gave Klaus the sweetest smile you could muster which he returned rather shyly.  

“I think it’s time we leave, brother,” Stefan stated as Elijah stared between you and his brother.  

“I did not realise you cared for her so much Niklaus. I am sorry to have gotten in the way of that dear brother.” Elijah stated seriously his tone apologetic.  

“Congrats on doing what you wanted, Y/N. Can’t wait to be sister in laws!” Rebekah chuckled as she ran out of the room dragging Kol with her.  

Once you were alone with Klaus you stared at him from the other side of the dining room table with a soft nervous smile. Your heart was pounding in your chest as he stood up and stride over to you. You barely had a chance to know what was happening but when he took you into his arms holding you like this wasn’t real and it would vanish if he blinked too hard.  

“I love you, Niklaus Mikaelson.” You whispered into his ear softly. 

He pulled away to look down at you as he cupped the back of your head. His ocean blue eyes staring down at you in amazement. He opened his mouth a few times but for the first time in 1000 years, his words seemed to be failing him.  

“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N.” He whispered as his eyes flickered to your lips.  

“Kiss me, Niklaus.” You whispered, clutching his Henley like it was the only thing grounding you.  

He leant down, his plush lips pressing against yours so carefully it made your heart pound against your chest as if looking for an escape. His lips were soft and gentle as he kissed you, holding onto you as if you’d disappear at any second.  

Once he pulled away you wrapped your arms around him and buried your head in your chest which he returned by holding you as close as he could.  

“T-Thank you for loving me.” He whispered into your hair before placing a kiss there.  

“I always will. Speaking of we should probably talk about me changing.” You stated softly making him frown.  

“I don’t see why you need to change. You look fine the way you are now.” He stated in confusion which had you giggling.  

“I meant into a vampire. I don’t wanna be old and wrinkly while you still look hotter than hell itself.” You chuckled and he pulled away from you his eyes widening.  

“You’d become a vampire for me?” He asked as if he couldn’t believe it.  

“Of course, I would. I’m waiting till I turn 21 though.” You chuckled making him smile down at you with a loving smile.  

“Yes, love.” He laughed as you pulled him back in for another hug.  

This was the man you loved, no matter what. 

#klaus mikaelson x you #klaus mikaelson x reader #reader insert #requested #tvd #the originals #imagine #vampire diaries #fluff #damon salvatore #elijah mikaelson #stefan salvatore #klaus mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson x reader

[amhrosina]

I Wanna Love Me The Way That You Love Me

(Frank Castle x f!Reader) - Hurt/Comfort

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Summary: Frank uses a mirror to remind insecure!reader how beautiful she is. (In a fluffy and a smutty way!)

Warnings: reader is not very kind to herself, fluffy frank, like FLUFFY frank!!!!, super soft!boy frank, the softest of franks ive ever written, some body descriptions but I tried to keep it super vague, (later on) whew chile smuttttt, fingering, frank makes you watch yourself come in a mirror (lmfao), frank is sort of a dom but in the loosest sense, frank just loves reader so much!!!!!)

A/N - Thank you to @wheredidiputmyfish for being an absolute doll of a beta reader!!! I have a couple more Frank fics otw (i cant help it, i love that stupid man) and a poly!fratt x reader one hopefully soon after that!

You huffed as you pulled the green blouse over your head, annoyed that yet another online purchase didn’t fit right on your body. Just this week alone, you’d already made two trips to the post office, and Frank was bound to ask questions if you went for a third time so soon.  

You couldn’t even remember why you’d started buying nicer clothes to begin with, except that Karen always looked nice and Frank had been in love with her at one point, so why wouldn’t the same concept apply to you? The only problem was that you couldn’t seem to find anything that fit you correctly, and the idea that Frank might grow bored with your everyday attire kept you up at night. And of course, Frank had never actually said anything about your clothing choice – this was just the overthinking part of your brain going into overdrive. 

You flopped onto the mattress, shoving your face into your palms and groaning. You couldn’t figure out exactly what Frank saw in you, and it was hard not to compare yourself to his late wife or Karen. They were both beautiful women – definitely Frank’s type – and that was not exactly how you’d describe yourself. The thought of it brought tears to your eyes again. You quickly blinked them away when you heard the front door shut. 

You joined Frank in the living room, where he was removing his boots. You threw the package you needed to return on the table by the door, and though you tried to do this casually, Frank noticed it and your expression immediately. 

“You sendin’ care packages to some other boyfriend or somethin’?” He teased, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

You giggled. “No. It’s just another return.” 

“Not that I’m not supporting this new wardrobe thing,” he started, eyeing the package by the door, “but why are you returnin’ everything you buy?” 

You shrugged. “It just doesn’t fit right.”  

“I bet you look great.” 

“I don’t think so.” You shrugged again, avoiding his eyes as you stepped into the kitchen. 

“Sweetheart.” He followed you into the kitchen, though it was clear he was struggling to figure out how to broach the topic. “Is everything okay? You’re talkin’ down about yourself again.” 

Your smile faltered slightly. “I’m fine.”  

“Baby,” Frank wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling your chest into his, “You’re not fine. You wanna know how I know that?” 

You remained silent, avoiding eye contact, but nodded. 

“Because you won’t look at me.” You lifted your chin and stared into his warm gaze out of spite. “And because I know you and I love you, I know that you start avoiding me when you feel bad because you think I’m going to miraculously start to hate you and leave.” 

You didn’t respond, instead gnawing on your cheek and curling into yourself. Frank’s hold around your waist remained steady, and as you tried to look away from his meaningful gaze, his hand gripped your chin and held it steady, too.  

“You’re beautiful, baby.” He pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. “I love you no matter what you do or wear or say. You’re beautiful.”  

You tried to push away from Frank, suddenly aware that you hadn’t fixed your makeup or hair that morning. He was lying. He had to be lying, right? No one thought that about you, least of all Fra- 

“Don’t.” Frank was gentle in his coaxing, running his knuckle over your cheekbone in a soothing pattern while pressing his fingers into the small of your back. “Don’t do that to yourself. I love you. I’m not goin’ anywhere. You have to trust me.” 

You fiddled with your fingers, wringing them together in an uneasy gesture, unsure of what to say. He gently grasped them and pulled them into his chest, cradling them as he held your gaze.  

“Come with me. I wanna show you somethin’.” He murmured, tilting his head toward the bedroom.  

You followed close behind him, curiosity outshining your desire to crawl into bed and never get out. He led you to a stop in front of the full-length mirror, resting his hands on your shoulders behind you. A clear and decisive frown formed on your face. The last thing you wanted to do was look at yourself. 

“What do you see?” he asked, holding your gaze through the mirror. 

“What?” You furrowed your brow. 

“What do you see, sweetheart? Be honest.” he asked again, patting your shoulders encouragingly. 

“Well, um,” you breathed, starting at the top of your head and making your way down with your observations, “I see dull hair, bags under my eyes, and a nose that’s too big. My shoulders are broad, my hips are too wide, my skin looks lifeless, and I’m wondering why you ever gave me the time of day and why you stay with me when there are so many people out there that would look better standing next to you.” 

Frank stayed quiet throughout your assessment, expression turning grave as you brought up your deepest insecurities about yourself. He let you finish your observations before pressing a long kiss to your head. 

“Now ask me what I see.” he prompted. Confusion overcame your features again, but he silenced your doubts with an encouraging nod.  

“What do you see, Frankie?” You quietly asked, unsure if you really wanted to hear what he had to say. 

He brought his finger to your face, tracing each element as he pointed them out in the mirror. 

“I see a pair of beautiful eyes and a perfect nose. I see the most sensual lips I’ve ever felt pressed against my mouth. I see a beautiful, strong body that can handle anything thrown its way. Remember when you had to carry me from the living room to the bedroom after I passed out? That shit was impressive, sweetheart.” A soft smile rested on his face as he continued. He folded his arms around your middle and pulled your body against his. “I see hands that hold my entire heart in them, and a body that has all my love. You’re beautiful, baby, and I love you so much. Every piece of you.” 

You tried to blink away the tears that clouded your vision, but Frank’s speech combined with his gentle touch and open expression sent a wave of tears down your face. You curled into his hold, turning so you could bury your face in his chest. He cradled you against him while you cried, pressing soft kisses to your hair every few minutes until you were calm enough to look up at him through your eyelashes. 

He swiped his thumbs through the tears that had gathered under your eyes. “Are you okay?”  

You nodded, blinking up at him. “Thank you. I love you,” you murmured. 

He pressed his forehead against yours, which had always been his way of showing love. “Anytime, sweetheart. You hear me? Anytime.” 

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Bonus Scene: In which Frank comforts you in the bedroom later. 

“Frank, what are you doing?”  

Your tone was a mixture of confusion and curiosity, combined with the lazy haze that had taken over your body for the time being. Frank had jumped up from his relaxed position between your legs, where he’d licked up every bit of your desire after making you see stars, and had begun fiddling with the floor length mirror across the bedroom. 

“Hang on.” He called over his shoulder, tugging the heavy glass across the carpet. 

“Why are you moving the mirror?”  

“Wanna try somethin’.” 

He stepped back, looking between your slick, bare skin and the mirror with a smug expression. You were now face to face with your reflection, and as soon as you realized Frank's plan, a string of fire worked its way directly to your core.  

“Wanna show you how perfect you are.” He crawled on the bed behind you, settling himself before tugging your body back against his. Both sets of eyes, yours and Franks, were focused on you, and boy were you a sight to behold.  

Your limbs, still shaky from your first orgasm were splayed out, giving both you and Frank the perfect view of your glistening cunt, which was busy clenching around air as Frank worked his needy fingers down your skin. 

“Shit, baby. You look fuckin’ perfect like this.” He breathed. The proximity of his warmth to your ear sent a wave of goosebumps down your body, and you had to fight the urge to clench your legs together. “Look at how beautiful you are, sweet thing.” He murmured, holding his gaze on the treasure between your legs. 

You looked, fully looked, and felt heat crawling up your neck as his sensuous fingers swiped through your arousal. A low groan emanated from his throat, and he couldn’t stop himself from circling your clit. You watched as a moan left your mouth, your back slightly arching against Frank’s chest.  

“You see how perfect you are, sweet girl?” He cooed, circling your clit again. “Your pretty pussy drives me crazy.” 

His other hand began to rub your nipple in light circles, and if that weren’t enough to have you gasping for air, the touch of his lips to the spot below your ear was. You squeezed your eyes shut, throwing your head back against Frank’s shoulder. His fingers halted – no, everything halted – and the whine that came from his sudden stoppage wasn’t entirely a conscious decision of yours. 

“You stop looking, I stop moving, sweetheart. You got that? Keep your eyes open.” he asked, locking eyes with you in the mirror. His gaze held no room for negotiation, so you shyly nodded before returning your gaze to your body. His focus remained on your flushed face, panting as he worked you closer to another orgasm.  

You could see what he was talking about. For the first time in a long time, the girl that looked back in the mirror wasn’t someone you shied away from. She was beautiful, and confident, and sensual, and she looked good next to Frank.  

“You look stunning, baby.” He murmured. 

“I know.” You responded, briefly lifting your eyes to his before returning them to his fingers. His winning smile was priceless – wide and open and beautiful, and you loved him, you loved him, you loved him. 

Light twinkled in your eyes as he inched you closer and closer to your release, and as soon as you locked eyes with Frank again, you were a goner. 

Frank worked his fingers around your clit, coaxing out one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever experienced. It washed over you in waves of fire, and it was a struggle to keep your eyes open for it, but you were glad he had asked you to, because you looked glorious coming around his fingers. 

You panted, body gleaming with sweat. Your heartbeat finally slowed as you leaned against Frank for support. He ran soothing hands over your limbs, massaging feeling back into them and kissing every inch of skin that he could reach in the process. The silence as you returned to your body was long, but comfortable, and when you finally had full use of your limbs again, you pulled Frank’s arms around you.  

He kissed your hair, resting his cheek on your head. 

“Do you see what I see now?” he asked, glancing at you through the mirror. You nodded, carefully lifting your chin so you could look at him – the real him – to respond.  

“I love you.”  

He grinned, leaning down and planting a sloppy kiss to your lips. 

“I love you, sweet girl.”

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[wildbornsiren]

Don’t ask, don’t stop || Ron “Slider” Kerner/Nick “Goose” Bradshaw

Don’t ask, don’t stop. Summary: Goose needs to clear his mind, he finds his quiet space. And another problem finds him.  1313 words Ron “Slider” Kerner/Nick “Goose” Bradshaw Warnings: None.  Notes: I really should stop fighting the muses. Thank you so much @writercole for the beta.  I love comments and reblogs, likes make me happy. Thank you so very much for reading. It’s so appreciated and means the most.  Cross posted to @wbslibrary​ follow there for more fic (tagging in a few: @lorecraft @green-socks @semperhuggs @antiquitea @skiddit @pollyna @sliderkerner @icemankazansky  )

It was late, the neighborhood fast asleep. The streets were empty save for a few lone cars, even the 24-hour diner was empty. Nick rubs his eyes with one hand while stopped at a red light, cursing the lack of sleep, the ass chewing replaying in his mind over and over. It was stupid, going beneath the hard deck, even stupider to do the fly by. He had cleared the air a bit with Mav, but the anxiety still crept up his spine, making a home in his already cluttered mind. Nick continues driving until he finds the parking lot he was looking for, shoving a few crumpled dollars into the paybox for his haphazardly parked vehicle before making his way down the beach.

When the hard packed sand gives way, Nick sits at the edge, taking his shoes and socks off, rolling his jeans up a little. He digs his toes into the soft, cool sand, hands in the pocket of his jacket. The night is a little chilly, the cloudless ablaze with the soft light of stars. He’s far enough from the water’s edge to avoid the spray, but he can still hear the waves crashing into the shore, rhythmic, steady, calming.

It’s easier to breathe out here. He rolls his neck, eyes closed, just listening to the water. The sea breeze carries the scent of sweet beach grass on the salty air. Here, he could sit, take the time to untangle the gnarled ball of thoughts, simply exist without Mav vibrating so hard that even Nick’s cells shake. He loves the man, he really does—Pete’s his brother, his best friend, but there’s so much riding on this, so much at stake. Pete’s not holding on tight enough, or maybe Nick’s holding too tight, he’s not sure.

That was the story with them though.

Nick looks up when something cold and damp presses against his neck. Slider is standing next to him, a bottle of beer in his hand. Nick takes it, Slider thumps into the sand next to him.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime Goose?”

Nick snorts, twisting the bottle cap off. “Stalking me, Slider?”

“You went past me at an intersection,” Slider says, “I got curious and followed. Thought it might be a girl, but I found you here. Moping.”

“I’m not moping.”

“You’re sitting in the sand, by yourself, all huddled up, Bradshaw. I’d say that’s moping.”

“I’m thinking, a concept that I understand may be difficult for you to grasp.” Nick takes a sip of his beer. “Thanks.”

“Don’t be a dickhead. I’m trying to be nice.”

Their shoulders brush, Slider a warm, solid line of mass against him. It’s comforting. They had drifted a bit after Annapolis, but somehow they were drawn back together. An act of nature, or some immutable law put in motion by the universe. It was a push and pull, circling, peacocking—not nearly as obvious as the pilots, but RIOs had their own reputations to hold up.

“How badly did you get your ass chewed?” Slider breaks the quiet.

“Thinking about becoming a trucker.” Nick says. “Cross country hauling.”

“You’d hate it.” There’s a soft chuckle, and Slider nudges him. “You’d get bored so quickly.”

“Maybe,” Nick sighs

“You would. You belong in the air, jackass. Same as me. Same as Ice and Mav.”

“Watch out, someone may hear you. Then you’d have to explain that you have emotions and shit, Kerner.” Nick bumps him right back, enjoying the banter that is usually overshadowed by the two pilots showboating.

“I have emotions. I just keep them to myself,” Slider laughs again. “I need the two of you around. You honestly think there’s anyone else me and Ice can compete against?”

“Oh, so now we’re competition?”

“You think Wood and Wolf are?” Slider says. “You and Maverick are the only two that keep us on our toes.”

“I didn’t think you cared,” Nick laughs. “Thought you considered us another obstacle.”

“I do care,” Slider objects, faking offense with a gasp, “that stings Bradshaw. Are you forgetting our time at the academy?”

“We almost got kicked out of there too,” Nick chuckles as he bumps his shoulder again.

“I think you’re the problem.”

“You’re also a common denominator, and so is Ice,” Nick points out with a smile, “but, you’re the problem.”

He stays quiet after that, letting the rolling waves fill the silence as they drink. The night chill sends a shiver through Nick's body, and he instinctively curls towards the warmth beside him, the heat radiating from the man beside him enticing him. Slider shifts and Nick catches a whiff of his cologne, subtle, expensive, and rich. As it settles into Nick's senses, he relaxes, and the thought crosses his mind that it's nice.

This is nice.

It's a problem.

There are a few things that Nick doesn't talk about. The relationship he had with his father. The fact that he was a virgin until he was nearly twenty-two. That he was scared of the dark nearly that long as well. And that it wasn't only women that caught his eye or captured his heart.

“I may be a problem, but I’m here aren’t I?” Slider grins.

“Let’s hear it for RIO solidarity.” Nick taps his beer bottle against Slider’s, offering a quick grin, one he knows doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

“We’re friends,” Slider mumbles, his eyes focusing on the waves in the distance. “Unless I’m mistaken.”

“You aren’t,” Nick assures, “it’s just a lot, and I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“Keep Mav from doing fly bys and you two should be fine,” Slider scoffs.

“He’s showing off,” Nick mutters. “He wants everyone to know who he is. All the attention on him.” He looks at Slider, something twisting in his chest. The other man is looking out to the water, but he glances at Nick, their eyes meeting, holding each other’s gazes. Nick barely remembers to breathe, the warmth in Slider’s eyes washing over him. They’re close, too close, Nick’s free hand curling in the sand, physically stopping himself from reaching up, tracing along Slider’s strong jaw.

Instead, he reverts to grade school behavior, and shoves gently at Slider again.

“One more time Bradshaw, I swear,” Slider grumbles. Nick smirks, shifting his weight to do it again.

Instead, he finds himself flat on his back in an instant, the coolness of the sand seeping through his clothes. Slider is on top of him, a weighty contrast of warmth to the comforting chill of the sand. He’s got one thick thigh between Nick’s own, a hand on his shoulder, pinning one of Nick’s arms to the ground. “If you needed to get it out physically, all you have to do is ask. I don’t mind wrestling around with you.”

It was something they had bonded over in the academy; both had wrestled in high school.

Nick swallows thickly, eyes raking Slider’s face, then dropping to his chest, and the flash of metal dangling from under the neck of Slider’s shirt. He reaches with his free hand, grabbing the ball chain of Slider’s dog tags, and pulls down, bringing their mouths together with a muffled grunt. Time stands still, the only thing registering is the pounding heartbeat in his ears.

And then Slider kisses him back.

Yielding, soft, softer than Nick had ever expected. He moans against Slider’s mouth, lips parting when the kiss deepens. The sand is soft, Slider’s weight pressing against him, the same hand that pinned him, now unzipping Nick’s jacket, palm dragging up his torso. Nick is taller by an inch, but Slider is broad, muscular, his shoulders roll when Nick’s hands span over his back.

“Nick?” Slider whispers, hoarse, the word pressed to Nick’s jaw.

“Don’t ask,” Nick replies, “don’t stop.”

“Copy that,” Slider murmurs, easing his mouth over Nick’s once more.

  /end

#Ron 'Slider' Kerner/Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw #Glider #Sloose #shelly writes #Ron 'Slider' Kerner #Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw #Ron 'Slider' Kerner x Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw #Slider/Goose #Top Gun 86 fanfiction

[indiaalphawhiskey]

Hi, India!!

I’m writing my first fic for a fest and I was so excited about it. But I reread what I wrote so far and it’s just soooo bad 😭 I can’t think of anyone reading it, specially because english is not my first language and I fear my writing is not natural or fluid enough.

Do you have any advice on how can I take my mind out of this though and just write for pleasure as I used to? 🥲

Hey, love 💕

I’m sorry this took me awhile to answer. (I’m also not the most eloquent right now, I’m sorry.) Honestly, it’s a little funny that you chose to ask me this question, because I’m notorious for being very, very in my head about my writing and being consistent about quality.

To be fair to that, and to you, I’m going to try and give you a handful of answers, from different perspectives. They can be taken together or separately or not at all, whatever suits.

First, most importantly, and most pragmatically:

1. Get a beta you trust.

I know the face of this fandom has changed, I know content creation has dwindled and that less and less people are able to support writers this way, but honestly, for me, this is more important than almost anything about the writing process, and especially so if you’re writing in your second, third, fourth language. There are just too many nuances to language and verbiage, and it helps so much for someone to say “I know what you meant here, but it doesn’t read like that.”

(I don’t believe in ever letting my work go unbeta-ed, no matter how confident I feel in the raw work or the language, because of course I know what I meant to say — I’m the writer. I need some to firmly (but kindly) check that the audience understands it as well.)

Betas also help in terms of managing self-criticism, because being hard on yourself is just not always something you can change, especially if you care about the story and skill-building. A good beta will help by either saying “it’s not bad, you’ve just read it too often, put it down” or “why do you think it’s bad exactly” and help you improve it.

Second, on the concept of writing for pleasure:

2. Just because something is hard doesn’t mean it’s not fun.

People often mistake “fun” for “easy”; I don’t think it’s the same. I think when you enjoy something and are passionate about it, it’s going to cost you and force you to push yourself. There’s no such thing as “low-stakes passion”, that’s just incongruous. (Marathon runners don’t keep running races that are easy for them. They progress because they like it — process, challenges, rewards, everything.)

Similarly, you clearly write because you love it. But if you’re getting to the point where you’re cognizant enough to be self-critical, that means you’re improving. It means there are things you want to convey that your skill doesn’t allow you to yet.

Hold on to that, because that’s motivation. It means that you love something enough that you’re consumed with doing it justice. That tension is not a bad thing; that’s where a hobby turns into a passion and the solution is not about regressing back to something low-stakes — it’s about finding out how to bridge the gap between your skill and your ambition.

And third, focused on the output:

3. Focus on how much you want your story to exist.

Most of the time, writing is a long game. It’s about consistency and effort and focus and discipline, and all of those things are tiring as fuck.

It’s so much easier to bang out a drabble and get the validation, and move onto the next “fun” idea. And that’s totally fine, except for when you want this particular story to exist this particular way.

I’ve found that’s the only thing that pushes me to stay motivated and devoted to writing — the thought that I just want this story to exist and I don’t want to live in a world where it doesn’t.

My boss always says this thing: “let the content lead”, and I think that’s true of writing. If you’re focused on weaving this idea into something tangible, if that’s mainly what drives you, the relationship stays between you and the story (not the story and it’s external reception) and that can alleviate the pressure a lot, because you shift into writing to fulfill an internal goal, and as long as that story exists, you’ve achieved that.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I think all of your concerns are valid. You have a very practical issue: the language barrier, that needs a very practical solution: a beta. But you’re also hitting a moment of growth in terms of your writing, and I don’t want you to look at that hurdle and assume it means you need to turn around. Things can be hard and also fun, and I wouldn’t want the fandom to miss out on this version of this story that can only be written by you just because you’ve outgrown your current skill set.

Lastly, and I think this is really important: remember that this is never going to be your last fic. So if it’s not perfect — if it’s not exactly the way you want it to be at the end — write another one that’s better, and another, and another. There’s room in this fandom for every version of you as a writer, and your chances to improve and represent yourself better are infinite. Write what you can write now, and then write something better later. 🩷

#iaw ask #iaw anonymous #writing thoughts #writing for fun

[koushuwu]

»  𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 *:･ﾟ✧

»  𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kominato ryousuke x reader | blazing heat pt. 2 | 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2,5k | masterlist

»  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬): 18+ content, afab!reader, omegaverse, fated pair, alpha!ryousuke, omega!reader, alcohol consumption, presumed unrequited love, semi public sex, unprotected sex, sex during heat, mentions of marking, spit, dubcon.

»  𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i wasn't going to write this, but it's been under ways since dearest kendall put in the tags, of the first part, that they deserve to fuck nasty | the biggest thanks to @heroesfan101 for betaing for me | pt. 1

you’d never really considered the concept of marking. frankly you didn’t so much consider it then either. late bloomer as you were, the consequences of marking, or lack thereof, hadn’t really been a pressing matter to you. of course you knew that an omega’s heat only ever affected their fated pair. unless. unless an omega was marked by another alpha. you knew that if an alpha that wasn’t your fated pair were to mark you, your heat would no longer just affect your fated pair. it would also affect them, which needless to say, left a strong urge in the gut of most alphas, to mark their fated pair. you knew all of this, but even so you’d never really paid it much mind.

but now? well it wasn’t so much that you considered it now either. but there was this charged pull inside of you. like a magnet, pulling at you from within. and the opposite pole? ryousuke. his lips on yours was firm. demanding. his tongue. coaxing your lips apart. pulling a soft whimper from your throat. your hands in his hair. closer. closer. it was desperate. hungry. unlike any hunger you’d ever felt before. starved even. hands pulled. nails raked. tongues met. hasty. ravenous.

ryousuke’s lips on yours sent heat surging through your body. hotter. even hotter. the hairs at the back of your neck stood on end. the little hairs on your arms. everything. even the air was hot. your lips moved against his, as ryousuke’s hands trailed down your sides. settled on your hips. squeezed. dragged you closer. and held you firmly in place. or maybe he was the one drawing closer? his body pressed against yours. eyelids fluttered, albeit already shut, when his hard cock pressed against you. trapped in between your bodies. you wanted to touch. to taste. to feel. badly. but you couldn’t. instead you pulled his face even closer, teeth scraping over his lower lip. saliva making your lips slide effortlessly against one another.

you knew that you probably should have drawn back. asked to take things slow. tried to cool down. something. but the moment ryousuke kissed you, you could think of nothing else. all confusion was utterly blown with the wind. all hesitation stripped and doubt squashed. a moan got trapped between your lips. your tongues and your teeth. you didn’t realize it was you, before ryousuke groaned in turn, the sound vibrating against you. his hips bucked and you wanted him so badly. no, you needed him.

“ryou–” you whimpered against his lips, legs feeling like lead.

“yes,” his voice sounded so different then. so right. he pulled back and when you looked at him, his pupils were blown and he looked even more dangerous than you’d ever seen him. it didn’t scare you. instead, you whimpered, arousal pooling in your panties at the sight. it excited you. he could just take you. claim you. right then and there. he could— “talk to me.”

“ryou–”

“talk to me.” this time, his words sounded more like a command. and you wanted to do as he asked. you wanted to tell him what you needed. you wanted–

“you–” you voice didn’t quite obey the way you wished it would. ryousuke smiled. predatory at best. and you his prey. “i— need you,” you tried again, this time managing to push the words from your throat.

“i’m here,” he said. he sounded so collected. but looking at him, you knew better. you knew he was straining. was he holding back? “what do you need?”

“just touch me. please,” you whined. hands fisting in his hair, tugging the strands. “ryousuke–”

“fuck,” he hissed, diving back in to capture your lips with his. harder this time. wetter. hotter. heat flaring up inside you like a fire. rough hands tugged at your dress, bunching it up in his fists. teeth sinking into your lower lip. “you’re going to ruin me,” he groaned against your mouth, hoisting your dress up, far enough for his hands to reach under and cup your ass. to cup. to grasp. to grope.

saliva trickled down your chin from the messy kiss. lips breaking apart when ryousuke pressed against your pussy. one hand between your legs. fingers rubbing over your cunt. your head thrown back with a moan. ryousuke’s hand clamped over your mouth. the other still rubbed at your sex.

“shhhhhh,” he hushed, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. “we don’t want anyone to hear, do we?” your knees buckled. his teeth scraping over the skin of your neck. another pleading moan vibrated against ryousuke’s hand.

maybe, if you’d had half a mind to reconsider, maybe you’d pushed away and asked that the two of you went home. if you’d had even less than that, maybe you’d tucked him with you to a nearby bathroom stall. but in that moment you had neither. you wanted him and you wanted him right now. right here. nothing else mattered in that moment. nothing but the feeling of his lips attached to your skin. his fingers rubbing at your clothed pussy. fingers pressing into your mouth. spit running down your chin. down your neck. the pads of his fingers pressed against your tongue. stuffing your mouth just enough, that the moans muffled around his digits.

his tongue mapped out the column of your throat. his lips tasting the salt of your skin. his teeth scraping over the scent glands emitting the sweetest scent he’d ever smelled. you needed him. you needed him, needed him, needed him. needed him. his nose buried against your skin. you needed him. teeth dug into his fingers, making him yank back.

“ryou,” you whimpered, hips bucking against his fingers. “please. take me,” you choked, and ryousuke groaned. low. guttural.

“i got it,” he said, brusquely pushing your panties to the side. he sucked in a breath when you slick coated his fingers. he didn’t hesitate. he didn’t want to miss out on a single moment that he could be closer to you. and despite your clear intentions at that very moment, he knew better than to just go ahead and ‘take you’, as you’d put it. as much as he wanted to, he wanted to see you, feel you, falling apart in his hands just as much. what he wouldn’t say out loud, had he been asked, was that he, in equal measures, also just didn’t want to risk hurting you. his fated pair. how could he? how could he, indeed?

instead he slipped a finger against your sex, sinking into your soppy cunt. easy. it was so easy to slide inside. it would be easy to just sink his cock deep inside of you. but not yet. not yet. not yet, damn it. instead, he pulled the one finger almost all the way out, and inserted another along with it when he thrust it back inside. your breathing hitched and ryousuke slotted his lips right against yours, swallowing the moan that threatened to ring out through the hall. ryousuke’s free hand slipped into the back pocket of his pants, fishing out his wallet. he’d never been more grateful to his past self for keeping condoms with him. he didn’t sleep around per say, but he definitely wasn’t innocent either. yet, for the times he’d had the need for it, this was the one that mattered the most. at that moment, the only one that mattered at all. his lips traveled across your jaw as he worked his fingers inside you, while simultaneously fumbling to open his wallet with the other hand. wet lips down your neck. teeth grazing your skin lightly.

“ryou–” you repeated, impatient. so very impatient.

“i said i got it,” he rasped against your neck. “let me just–” his wallet slapped to the ground by your feet, and for just one moment he stalled, not instantly realizing what’d happened. then he saw your hand that had slapped it from his grasp. the hand that now firmly cupped his cheek and turned his face towards him.

“fuck that,” you said, fingers burning against his skin. “ryou i can’t– can’t wait.” and as much as ryousuke knew then he should protest, should insist on using protection, he didn’t. because your sweet scent and the way your fingers burnt against his skin washed away any sense of reason.

“okay, if that’s what you want, princess. if that’s how it’s gonna be,” ryousuke drawled, restraint slipping by the second as he moved in for a bruising kiss, perfectly matching the increasing pace of his fingers thrusting into you. and then, all too soon, he retreated, pulling a – sweet moan from your lips along with it. “then you better keep quiet and take it.” you didn’t think. you didn’t. didn’t. you just felt. you felt yourself clamping down on nothing as his fingers slipped from your cunt. you felt your own slick, wet between your folds. your thighs. you felt the cold wall under your palms when he spun you around and pressed against you from behind. you felt. and you heard. you heard the buckle of his belt clicking. the shuffle, and the splitting sound of his zipper pulled down. and then you felt. felt the cold over the curve of your ass, as he pushed your dress up further. the warmth when his cock bumped against your ass. slipped through your folds. your juices. pushed inside. the stretch. the delicious stretch. so good, but yet, somehow not nearly enough.

“deeper,” you moaned. “more.” you moaned, and ryousuke’s hand clamped over your mouth for the second time that night.

“shhhh,” he shushed, pulling yet another pleasurable sound from your throat, only for it to dampen against his palm, as your walls clamped down hard.

a shaky exhale escaped himself as sheathed himself inside of you. he knows that he probably should be going slow. he knew it was your first time, and even more so, it was your first time with him. but as much as he knew all of that, he truly didn’t care for taking it slow. for being gentle. ryousuke wasn’t gentle, and you very well knew that too. you knew exactly who he was and what you were agreeing to. what you were asking for. what you were begging for, really. so he gave it to you, exactly like you asked. pulling back, before thrusting back inside. hard. fast. vigorous.

your breath was hot on his palm as you moaned against it. your pheromones weighing down the air around you. weighing down of ryousuke’s senses. his logical thinking. muted all but his desire for you. it was a scent that pulled at his very core, even as your perfume obscured the featherlight notes that accumulated to the the full symphony of you and your need for him. your skin was feverishly hot under his other palm, even through the skin of your dress that still half covered your form. had you had that chance, you probably would have shed the entire thing to try and cool down the burning of your skin. ryousuke was glad you didn’t, because as it was, he was positively losing his mind. should he be able to feel every single inch of your skin, the heat radiating off of your skin even more than he already did, he feared that it would be his very undoing. and he couldn’t have that, now that you were taking him so well, begging him for more with every buck and wiggle of your own hips to meet with his thrusts. so for now, that would have to wait, until he got you home. because he was going to take you home. he shouldn’t already, but he couldn’t very well ask you, in such a state, to wait the entire car ride home. and truthfully, he hadn’t wanted to wait either. not with the way he’d felt drawn to you all night. the way he’d known, even before he really knew that night. not with you. his mate.

his mate. ryousuke’s gaze dropped to your neck. your scent gland would be right there. what would it feel like to bite it right now? would you be mad? how would your skin look with his teeth marks embossed into it? he leaned in. he could just– he could– his forehead dropped against your shoulder, breath heavy. ragged. strained. he could just do it. you shuddered under his touch. quivered around his cock. he couldn’t. shouldn’t. but oh how he wanted to. instead he bullied inside of you harder, hips rocking against you in a frantic chase after your release. for his as well. to quell your needs. to silence the beckoning in his own mind. the beckoning to make you his. you were already his. he didn’t need to mark you for that, he tried convincing himself. but he wanted to. he wanted to so badly. he fucked you harder. you rocked back against him, meeting him halfway. you were his. he’d make you cry out his name. all the way through. he just needed. needed– yeah, he needed. desperately. calloused fingers pressed against your clit. wet with your slick, ryousuke’s fingers swiped over the sensitive nub. pressed down. circled it. effortlessly making you gasp for air. for more. for everything. and he gave it to you. he was going to give it to you. he was going to give you everything, when you clamped down on him. hard. teeth biting down on his hand, as if you somehow still had the sense to worry about someone hearing you. someone discovering what the two of you had gotten up to.

instead, ryousuke were the one to groan deeply as he kept on brutting into you, again and again. he had to pull out. he had to– had to– cum splattered across the back of your dress, droplets staining your hair. shit. he was never going to be able to look at that dress the same again. truthfully, you were probably never going to wear it again, after that night. but right now, you didn’t care. didn’t even give it as much as a single thought, when you turned and pulled him to you once more.

“hey, you,” he said before you could claim him again. “we need to get you home.”

“but–”

“i know. we’ll make it quick.” the ride home passed in a flurry. a flurry, where ryousuke had to pry your hands off of him more than once. where he had to force his own hands away from you. jaw clenched and skin prickling for more. for you. for him. and no later than the door to his place shut behind you, did you find him again. pull him towards you. press your lips against his, refusing to let him go for anything but the bare necessities, without a fuss, until the heat finally subsided. and when it did. when you finally found rest and drifted off is his arms, cock still nestled inside of you, you heard his voice.

“next time, don’t wear perfume. i want to smell you. just you. you’re mine.” and for some reason, those last words read oddly calming, and lulled you finally to sleep.

#kominato ryousuke #daiya no ace #fanfic #kominato ryousuke x reader #daiya no ace x reader #kominato ryousuke x reader smut #» spicy

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Have you thought about a Locorro Omegaverse AU?? May be in modern Au or Na'vi

You motherfuckers can NOT be doing this to me. You can notttt be sending me omegaverse asks r u joking me.

OBVIOUSLY gun to my head I fucking love omegaverse it's the funniest invention of all mankind and I will read every fic out there possible with any of my otps... (feel free to peruse my What does it say about me that I find a/b/o fics so funny and fascinating anyways here are the bangers collection ONLY if you are 18+ and you like well-written, bizarre, and sometimes disturbing shit because when did we as a society let the omegaverse get away with being considered normal?).

But anyways I have to be honest I have never considered it for locorro, it's always such an inherently sexual concept, as evidenced by the 18+ of that collection lol. But lets give it some pg-13 thought (pls feel free to jump right on my throat if my specific omegaverse understanding is different than yours, there's a fucking bee version now guys I can't win them all):

-We will stay Na'vi, because I feel like it would be interesting and would fit oddly well in their culture.

-I do think Lo'ak would be an alpha he's way too hot-headed and emotional not to be. Like I said in some other post, he just feels things too much and when he's little the feelings are too big for him. He just overloads and has to throw massive tantrums lol. Only made worse by any bullying and insecurity he feels about his human traits

-I think Spider would be a beta, he has calming energy. I always see him as someone everyone can talk to, he gives great advice and he's everyones favorite listener. That's one of the many reasons he slips through the cracks; he puts everyone else first emotionally. He's always so focused on everyone else around him that he forgets about himself. Totally exacerbated by judgement from the Omaticaya and just being small enough to escape notice and stay out of sight.

-I think Kiri would be a beta too and that her and Spider together have an UNMATCHED vibe like it's impossible to be in a bad mood near them.

-They balance Lo'ak out real well, and its one of the reasons the three of them get along so well. He pushes them to actually do things and have fun and they chill him the fuck out.

-As early as he can remember Lo'ak's favorite people were Spider and Kiri. He loves Neteyam and his parents, sure, but they just aren't Spider and Kiri. They don't get Lo'ak, not quite like Spider and Kiri do, and they can't make him feel understood before he gets angry, frustrated, or hurt.

-Eventually this evolves to Spider just being Lo'ak's favorite person. He cannot pinpoint when the change occurred, because it wasn't exactly linear, but one day Spider was going swimming with Tuk and Kiri was forced to go hunting with Neteyam and Jake and Lo'ak wasn't even torn at all deciding who to join; even though Tuk is a monster and hunting is awesome.

-I think it's real hard for the parents not to notice, like it's pretty clear from day one that the three are so close and interconnected that Spider has to be right for one of them, they are family. It just gets clearer with time which it is.

#thats all i got for now #do we all need jesus? #possibly #but this is cute and wholesome okay #just vibes and energy #feel free to add #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #lo'ak sully #locorro #kiri sully #neteyam sully #tuktirey sully #jake sully #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron) #we are mindmelding get in

[irrealisms]

two for flinching! liner notes

fic here if you haven't read it!

the title for this one was hard. the one i ended up on comes from this comic by a softer sea (& this crimeboys version by @iidalus); it's also the name of a game of chicken where you're trying to get the other person to flinch, which i think works well also, but honestly that's secondary to the comic. you're my brother and i love you. that's it. no punchline.

lythraceae ranboo5 sometimes says "all fic is meta". some of my fic is only sort of meta; frex under these smothering waves is trying very hard to be a missing scene that fits as closely into canon as possible. two for flinching! is very very much meta. specifically: it's my entry into the Crimeboys Abuse Discourse.

i was really unsure about it for this reason, honestly; it's got a lot of tags going "the author likes cwilbur! the author sympathizes with cwilbur! this fic is about cwilbur being loved and forgiven!" and those are, like. disclaimers.

i've had this fic idea since july 2022. i started actually writing it earlier this month. this... might be the longest i've ever gone between "had fic idea" and "actually wrote it".

the dream & wilbur scene came to me months before the wilbur & tommy scene. i had the concept of "okay, so, wilbur post-revival is so insistent that dream's a good guy who has Been Punished and Redeemed Himself because he wants to believe he's a good guy who has Been Punished and Redeemed Himself, right? what happens if you bring those parallels back up after wilbur no longer thinks dream's a good guy?" but then i didn't really have a way to resolve it that wasn't "wilbur kills himself" and i didn't want to write that fic

and of course the way i ended up resolving it was "let the crimeboys demons win". ultimately, tommy loves wilbur; wilbur's attempts to leave or punish himself or get tommy to stop loving him, ignoring tommy's actual opinions on the matter, are themselves a way in which wilbur hurts tommy. for that matter, wilbur's attempt to get revenge on dream for tommy hurts tommy! tommy is not a revenge-oriented person! the dance party on the beach did more for tommy than the confrontation in the prison did. acknowledgement of the things wilbur did to hurt tommy is important, but so is the fact that... tommy is going to keep loving wilbur and wanting wilbur to be happy, and that's not a bad thing, it's just who tommy is. if wilbur wants to make things right, he has to do that not by taking revenge but by listening to what his victim wants.

a quote by Eve Tushnet that shaped my theology and that kept coming into my mind while writing this: "We think God sends our bad things to chastise us and cleanse us—we think Purgatory is full of bad things. Fire, cancer, rats, what's bad... raccoons are bad. Unjust wages! But what chastises us is the good things in life. Love—if you've ever loved so much it hurts, or if you've ever been loved by somebody, maybe your mother, so much that it hurts you to think about it—that's the fires of Purgatory. In this life and the next."

the hardest and most painful thing of all for wilbur isn't tommy's hate, like he thinks it is at first; it's tommy's unconditional love. but it's also that same love that gives him the strength to keep living, to move on and do better, after the fear of tommy's hatred had pushed him to plan both murder & suicide.

the first draft of this fic was almost entirely dialogue. it was ... fine? it was written. almost all of the images that i'm proud of, the recurring symbols, etc., came through in editing. my beta @erstwhilesparrow helped so much. this is pretty unusual for me, i usually do much less editing than this one needed, but i'm proud of how it ended up.

parts of the beginning of the wilbur & tommy scene are from the wilbur finale/Boundless Sands, but most of it isn't.

i don't know how obvious this came through in the writing, but it's tagged with wilbur having BPD bc that does in fact inform my characterization here: i read cwilbur as splitting white on dream post-revival, and then black during inconsolable differences. (he tends to split on tommy & on himself as well.)

crimeboys are so fun to write. i really, really want to write them more, because they're just such a joy to write. probably the most fun part of the entire fic for me was the few lines of banter they get near the end about long words.

EDIT: also ! this fic is nonzero inspired by peel the scars from off my back by squareupgod. not in a directly-inspired way, i had the basic premise before i read it, but in the way where i read that fic and it just kind of lives in my brain whenever i think about c!crime now. if you're a c!crime fan go read that fic. or reread it if you already have read it. whichever. and then cry. you do have to cry.

#my writing #liner notes #therapists dni #any british ants in the chat?

[sleeplessinspace]

surrender protocol - googleplier x afab!reader

this is an incredibly indulgent fic, related to the universe within @echo-echo31's fantastic work. i want to say i'm sorry but. yeah. this is happening. i had to write this or the brainworms were going to rot my brain from the inside out

warning(s): nsfw, dubious consent, possessive behavior, dumbification, implied manipulation, voyeurism (unwilling parties), exhibitionism, aphrodisiacs (implied, used on reader), dom/sub elements, praise kink, death mention, daddy kink, oral (reader giving), breeding kink, orgasm denial (implied)

note: reminder, the original/blue google is referred to as alpha. other googles are referred to as betas.

"Quiet."

Alpha interrupts, completely dismissing the representative from one of the bigger human resistances. The group looks extremely annoyed at the interruption but they manage to hold their tongues, knowing what stakes this meeting holds. You don't remember their names, not that it matters.

You're not meant to worry about such things.

You worry instead about why Alpha seems to look upset and brush your cheek against his pant leg with a noise of concern. He hums—anger, something about the meeting was making him mad, you didn't like it when he was mad, even if it wasn't directed towards you—and gestures for you to climb up into his lap.

The shame that used to simmer beneath your skin is a foreign concept to you now, only existing in your blurred memories of your life Before. You feel nothing but a soft heat start to stir in your core as you situate yourself on his lap, throwing your legs over Alpha's to curl into his side. Completely naked, but you only wore clothes when Alpha wanted you to, which wasn't often. Something like a purr rumbles out of you when he curls an arm around your back and you lay your head on his shoulder after a moment, happy that he didn't seem to want to use you to relieve his stress.

Not that you would've minded—good girls do whatever I instruct them to do and good girls get rewarded. Don't you want to be a good girl for me? That's right, sweetheart...

Thinking about the last time Alpha used you like that, you think it was after one of the Gamma series defected but you're not sure—his cock pressing so deep into you, you'd swear the skin of your stomach was being pushed, but you loved it, you craved it, barely able to think as he sucked dark hickeys into the side of your neck and down your chest, marking you as his and you wanted to cum but you wouldn't, couldn't without his word, so all you can do is wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in, in, in—has you squirming a bit on his knee and he dips his head briefly to brush a kiss against your hair. You can see him multitasking on something on the digital holoscreen on the surface of his desk but everything is moving too fast for you to understand.

"You seem restless today," Alpha remarks, seemingly ignoring the humans for now and you bite your lip.

You press your forehead into the side of his neck, the hum of his cybernetics a soothing sound to you now. "I don't like it when you get angry," you mumble, almost pouting and he makes a noise almost like a laugh. There's still too much tension in his body for that to be the case, however.

"Well, I have a reason to be. Do you remember what this meeting is about, Y/N?"

The sound of your name has one of the humans jerking, almost like she means to stand—or reach out to you, as if she knows you—but another one grabs her arm and pulls her back into her seat. It almost looks like she's seething, but you don't care. The two Betas guarding the door don't move but the lights of their eyes flicker once.

Caution.

You fiddle with his tie—he was in a suit today, black on black three-piece with a tie that matched his eyes, you wanted to mess it up so bad, wanted him to fuck you stupid in it—your brand goes warm with his growing impatience. "Nooo? Did the humans do something to piss you off again?"

"Language. And yes, they did."

He doesn't offer any more information and you don't ask for any. You do, however, wiggle a bit more, pressing your thighs together as that soft heat continues to bloom within you. That feeling you loved was back and you moan a little into his neck, excited about what was next.

"Alpha," you whine and consider pushing a hand down between your legs to start teasing at your folds. No, you knew what you wanted and also knew that Alpha liked to indulge you every now and then that you were fairly well-behaved. You were hoping this was one of those times.

"What do you need?"

"I want to sit on your cock."

His amusement tickles across the brand and you giggle a little, nuzzling his neck. "Please, please, please? I promise I'll be quiet. I'll be good."

"Y/N, what did it fucking do to you?!"

You glance over but say nothing to the human on her feet looking incredibly upset, a mixture of disgust and pity on her face. One of the Beta guards grabs her by the arm and drags her forward until she's just opposite of the desk. She spits on the glass and you wince, feeling the angry shimmer of Alpha's disgust.

"Let go of me! I won't let you do to me what you did to her! Y/N, do you remember me? Please, say something!" the human pleads and you can't help but laugh, surprising both her and Alpha.

You don't care about her reaction though, only focused on the warm buzz of pride coming through the brand. There's my good girl.

"Why would he want you? Daddy has me," you say, genuine confusion in your voice and the mixture of horror and devastation in the human's face is almost...sad. Almost.

It doesn't concern you, none of their matters do, so you start to palm at the zipper of Alpha's pants, still focused on your goal. The burning within you was getting uncomfortable but not unbearable yet and all of it would be solved with his touch. You completely miss the conversation going on over your head in the process, focused more on getting your hand on Alpha's cock than whatever the human is crying about.

"You're nothing more than a fucking piece of code at the end of the day! Who the hell gave you the right to treat her like that, treat anyone of us like this!?"

"She did."

"What the hell are you—"

"She gave me all the permission I needed to do all of this," Alpha explains and you lift your head to smile at him, beaming when he gives you a small one in return, reaching for your face to brush a thumb over your cheek. "Remove her."

The Beta starts to drag the human away and the others try to placate her with empty promises, don't worry we'll save you, we swear, just give us time—just like they did with you?—and soon the room is quiet once more. Well, mostly.

There's now the soft, wet noises of you sucking at Alpha's cock to fill the strained silence. While the human was being taken away, Alpha had given you permission to get him ready to fill you and you'd slid out of his lap to your knees immediately, unzipping his pants to pull out his cock.

These days he prefers to let you do the work to get him hard, disabling the overrides that let him surpass human standards. You love it, falling into it with gusto as you mouth softly at synthetic skin. You let your teeth graze against the bottom of his shaft before moving to start sucking at the head, pleased at the slight shift of Alpha's hand in your hair. You fall into a bit of a daze as his cock continues to fill out in your mouth, whining when he drops a hand in your hair to keep you from taking him too far down. A bit of saliva starts to leak out of your mouth around his cock, turning the soft noises loud, sloppy as you get his cock as wet as your cunt is.

"You wanted to sit on it, didn't you? You know what will happen if you let me fuck that little throat of yours, pet," Alpha warns and you concede with a little sigh, pulling back to press a kiss to the head.

As much as you wanted to feel the heavy weight of his cock bumping against the back of your throat, blocking your airways just briefly enough to make your head fuzzy with pleasure, god, you loved being nothing more than a hole for him to use, just a little toy—but you're so much better than a toy, aren't you, baby girl? you're my perfect little pet.

"You're right like always, Daddy," you hum and he tugs you back up into his lap with ease, making you face his desk. That simmer beneath your skin reacts to the feel of his cock sliding between your folds and you moan when he shifts his hips to have it brush against your clit. He lets you grind against him like that for a bit, your moans getting louder as the simmer shifts into an easy burn, one you've grown to love.

The humans avert their eyes, all of them flushed and shifting awkwardly as you start to sink down on Alpha's cock, unknowingly whispering as he fills you. "Thank you, Daddy, thank you, thank you—!"

Once you reach the base, feeling warmed from the inside out, Alpha curls a hand around your hip to keep you still. "Hold on for a second, pet. I need to address an issue," Alpha instructs and you pout, but settle in to warm his cock as he shifts back into meeting mode.

None of the humans will meet your eyes, but that's just fine. You wink at the Beta guards behind them and smile in victory when one of them balks, fearing Alpha's ire for focusing on you.

"So, what inane proposal did you bring for me to throw away again? Refresh my memory," Alpha taunts and you snicker, both aware that his memory was flawless.

One of the humans, a male this time, rises to his feet stiffly. "We were talking about the potential for a ceasefire. One of the last...altercations between our forces led to a lot of unnecessary deaths," he explains and wow, he's incredibly boring.

You hadn't been listening to the meeting beforehand so this is all news—if extremely dull news—to you.

"No, I'd argue that the deaths were very necessary. You humans have always been so arrogant. It served as a crucial learning moment for you. But," you can hear the smile in his voice and squirm a little, the sound of it making you clench around him. "You all had your chance to accept my rule and you refused."

"No, but—we didn't know, wait, please—!" The human begs and Alpha leans forward from his indulgent slouch to press against your back, tugging you down all the way onto his cock. You'd been teasing yourself carefully, inching up just enough to have the tip brush against that special bundle within you.

"You lost your chance, human. Accept your defeat with grace. Remove them," Alpha instructs and the Betas drag the humans, yelling, cursing and kicking out of the room while Alpha gently urges you onto your feet, pushing you forward until your chest is to the surface of his desk.

He lifts one of your legs up until you're nice and exposed—

"There's a good girl, let me see you, sweetheart, there we go," he purrs, rocking back into you so slowly it hurts. "Fuck, the rest of those humans are nothing compared to you, sweet thing, you're so good for me."

You hiccup, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes as that hole within you is finally filled, so perfectly you feel like you could burst. "I want—f-fuck, Daddy, please, I just want—!" you pant as his thrusts pick up, his hips slapping loudly against yours. His fingers grip tight into your hips and you relish the thought of the bruises that'll be there tomorrow, excited to press against them as you relive this moment.

"What do you want, sweet girl, come on, let Daddy know what to give you," Alpha hisses and presses a hand against the brand on the back of your neck and you shriek, the pleasure in your veins intensifying to a point of euphoria as he touches his mark on you.

"W-want, wanna—ngh, please—a k-kiss—please, please, please!"

He pulls himself out of you so abruptly you want to cry—silly pet, you're already crying, and you look so beautiful when you do—and turns you onto your back, reentering you swiftly, so perfectly. It felt like you were going to melt from the inside out as he leans down to kiss you, nipping at your lips briefly before pressing his lips against yours. You pant against his mouth, so happy, you were so happy—Daddy treats you so good, doesn't he, baby, that's it—

"—so tight for me, so perfect, come on, good girl, let me feel you get my cock nice and wet—"

You mewl as you give in to Alpha's permission to cum and practically soak his cock as your legs tighten hard enough around his waist to leave bruises if his synthetic skin allowed it. He bites a line of kisses up the side of your neck as he cums deep inside of you, emptying his stores with a low groan of praise that would light you up inside if you weren't already exhausted.

"Perfect, pet, you were so good for me, I'm so proud of you. My good girl."

Your vision is blurry, both from tears and the warm daze of your orgasm but you can see the smile Alpha gives you as he brushes a hand over your cheek.

"Yours."

#search engine ☆ #spicy.txt #mine.txt #googleplier x reader #googleplier x f reader #wOOOOO #no regerts <3 #don't look at me

[dairy-farmer]

I think crazy a/b/o verse suits brutim very well because.. tim was so loyal to batman at such young age like 13? little timmy is well-educated omega princess, who knows the only proper way to show alpha his admiration is pushing up his skirt and present his pussy.

after their first 'official' patrol as batman and robin, tim shows his admiration towards bruce for the first time. tim expects a pat on his butt or gentle swipe of fingertips on his slit and generous praise of how pretty and adorable his kitty is, which jack does every time tim present himself as a 'thank you daddy'

so he's shocked when bruce's half chubbed cock pushes in right away forcing tim's unprepared kitty split open. this is not a proper way to encourage baby omega! tim screaming 'no alpha! this is inappropirate!', struggles to pull away from bruce, but his grip on tim's hip is bruising, the cock rubbing inside him gets bigger and harder until tim feels like he's gutted, it's just.. just too much of everything.

eventually sobbing, trembling tim gives up and even wet himself into submission when bruce knotted him. but timmy is crying not because he ruined his precious 'princess parts' before marriage, because now his daddy will force bruce to marry tim, an unbloomed omega before the heat. they are gonna eat bruce wayne alive for this!

sushing and soothing tim's limp body, bruce is battering tim's cervix hoping thick, potent alpha cum would knock up this cute thing in 'robin' costume. alfred had to alter it some degree. frilly skirt instead of ugly shorts, shortend cape barely covering his butt, lovely tank top showing off his small breast. tim is such a sweet omega princess who deserves the best. but still.. bruce can see it can be improved by giving him more sheer garments or just, nothing. why cover his beautiful body when bruce loves each and every part of him? imagine how gorgeous tim would look naked, big round belly pregnant his child, all teary eyes and pouting plump lips, whining about his sore and heavy tits which will nurse his child so good.

yes, he knows tim is not bloomed yet, but a man can dream and he just wants to seal the deal before puts a ring on tim's finger.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i think i might've written something slightly similar with omegas 'backing up' and presenting their cunts to alphas they like or admire but rarely is the offer ever taken up. it's more of a compliment, the idea of a young omega mimicking fully grown and presented omegas who fuck their mates in proper 'presentation' that being face down and ass up.

and I LOVE THIS DARK A/B/O SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! just the concept and idea of tim regularly showing his pussy to his dad, and it being some kind of positive reinforcement for young, unbloomed omegas. and tim's doing it as this sweet, innocent omega thing and bruce!!!takes!!! advantage!!!!!!

pussy is being offered to him so should he not have a right to take it?

tim resisting and sobbing, desperately trying to push him away but bruce is so much taller, so much bigger, so much heavier, so much stronger. he's...an alpha.

a fully presented adult alpha. tim would've never stood a chance.

and tim. slim and small, light, and childish. his pussy just isn't big enough for such a fat, thick cock that's been engineered through evolution to be the most proficient at breeding. bruce's sack is heavy and far, slapping against tim's trembling cunt with every thrust that bruce forces in.

because bruce really has to put some back into fucking an unbloomed omega. omega cunts don't tear, the muscles down there are different from the rest of the body, more elastic, more suited from stretching around a nice fat knot.

so bruce isn't worried about ripping like he would if tim were also an alpha or a beta.

he just needs to force his cock in, ignoring tim's hitched whimpers and pained whines and 'no no nos!'. he doesn't really mean it, no omega really means it. especially young ones with their slutty little cunts that they can't keep their fingers out of like a child picking their nose.

tim is sobbing about it being inappropriate that bruce shouldn't do this, it's wrong, he's going to get in trouble.

the only trouble bruce will be having is getting all the paperwork properly signed and filed when tim turns up pregnant with his pup. bruce's property will be growing inside tim, that makes tim his by right...at least until the child is born. by which point bruce will need to marry him. which will be easy once he shows the courts that tim has already borne a child for him.

tim is sobbing and bruce unly snaps his hips harder. he can't deny the hot coil of arousal at every breathy hitch of tim's breath or every stuttered sob.

bruce has always known he was an alpha who was touched in the head and mating an omega whose womb is not yet awake is definitely driving that point home. nonetheless bruce has a goal.

whether it takes one knotting or several, tim will be full of his child by the time his parents return.

this was the deal tim struck afterall. the agreement to be bruce's, to be everything he needed.

well.... this was what bruce needed.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

[97keanu]

hi! any tips if i want to start writing my own headcanons or fics?

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳Hello nonnie! I have been thinking hard about this one since it was sent to me, and wanted to make sure I had the time to give it my best answer. So here goes:

I can not stress enough that you should find what inspires you to write. It might be as simple as "I watched x movie and want to make these characters do y". I tend to start there, and as I go one, other things also service as inspiration to my fic. I love writing about how I am currently feeling, how the weather and the seasons are changing and how that relates to the characters, listening to music that inspires me to write, and of course i love reading others writing, whether that's other fic or other books that inspire my writing style!

I would also advise that you write when you feel it. Sometimes you can push yourself, but writing too beyond a true writers block can make work that's dull or not true to yourself. That being said, I also know that sometimes I get mini blocks when writing, the times when you go "oh man where do I go from here?" And the best thing I've found is that there's something in the story that for me is logically not going anywhere. It could be the last sentence, delete that and find a new path. Could be the plot point you're on. Hopefully isn't the whole plot (but if it is, save that writing because sometimes it/it's concepts. may be useful elsewhere!

And lastly, I want to say that there's nothing better than just quite doing it. Write something. Anything. If you're nervous to post it, let it sit overnight, then reread it/edit it in the morning. Then, do not be afraid to post what you have if you truly want it to be seen. You will get better at writing the more you write, and the more you read others, and the more you get inspired.

Other practical tips are: edit!(finding a beta reader you trust is also amazing!), don't worry too much about if your periods, commas, or elsewise are in the right place (I mainly focus on flow and if it makes sense. I typically whisper it aloud to myself to make sure, or imagine someone is reading it back to me with fresh eyes.), finding your own aesthetic and writing style that works for you!(this could be you like using first person instead of third, or you write in second like I do. Do you have a straightforward style or do you like to use fluffy prose, or both? What concepts are your favorite to work with, and looking at troupes online that fit as such can help to inspire as well!).

Anyways, all that to say, I hope this helped, and if you ever make fic for the fandom's I am in, feel free to show me them!

xoxo lila

#lila speaks #ask lila #hope this was helpful and not a mental mess to read! #send anons/asks if you have further questions!

[blueinkedcrowling]

I just started reading the first chapter of ur fic and !! its so good! I absolutely love how descriptive your writing is, i'm able to visualize the scenes very easily. i'm kind of struggling with motivation and inspiration for my own fic i have planned. what inspired you to write this fic?

Oh my stars, my first ask!!!!!!! Happy stimming fr right now. Thank you so much for reading my fic and for thinking it’s good!!

But! On the topic of what you actually asked:

It’s hard to pinpoint an exact source of inspiration for my work. I was seeing a lot of F!Rise art from my favorite artists, and I felt drawn to contributing a piece of my own!

First, I looked for the core of what I gravitated towards when I saw the art. For me, it wasn’t just the style that everything was drawn in, but the concept of an unlikely family banding together and persevering through harsh conditions.

Then, I tried to come up with a spin to it all. I didn’t just want harsh conditions with a few soft moments like I was seeing in other people’s works- I wanted goofy adventures and silly jokes like actual Rise had! I wanted to see these characters pushed to their limits, but I also wanted to see them thrive in unlikely environments. That’s when I decided they should go on a journey together.

The original concept that I started writing really honed in on Mikey’s sacrifice and Leo’s inability to handle it. I felt that over the years (and through growing up in the actual apocalypse), Leo’s brotherly protective instincts would’ve gotten turned up to 11. When Raph would be around, Leo wouldn’t have to carry as much weight, but then Raph disappeared and eventually Donnie did too- leaving Leo to guard what little was left. He loves his little brother and his nephew so dearly, so seeing them put their lives in danger while he “stood back and watched” didn’t feel right to write about. That’s how I came up with the unique change to add to the fic!

Finally, after the drabble was done and it got some positive feedback from my peers, I started to plan more out and explore how I could blend the pain and torture of apocalyptic conditions with what made the characters in Rise so lovable- their love for each other (and for Humor Coping™️)

If you’re struggling with putting the pen to paper (metaphorically, I’m sure, since digital writing can feel so much better on the hands), I’d say find the core values of your piece and put your own personal spin on it! Find what makes your heart tick, and then expound on it! I’m absolutely sure that you’re gonna do great things with your wonderful imagination, and I hope to someday see what you make with it! The world is your oyster, so find your grain of sand and roll it around in your mind enough times until it creates a pearl! The stars know I’m still rolling mine around ^^’

(Ask my beta readers, they’ll tell you about how many times I’ve scrapped 5-10 planned chapters in one fell swoop for something else that might fit better)

Anywhizzle, thank you so much for the ask! I loved writing about this, and I hope it helps!

#ask response #rottmnt #ao3feed #ao3 writer #rottmnt ao3 #ao3 fanfic #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #ao3 author #fanfiction writer #tlsop #rottmnt future timeline #inspiration #rottmnt movie #rottmnt future au