#i wish i had time to write a fic of this

[felsicveins]

We're a lethal combination, too lost for therapy

#one more!!!!!!! ive had this drawn forever but hadnt colored it!! #trolls #trolls 3 #trolls oc #trolls oc julien #jd ex husband #john dory #john dory trolls #the song is called lethal combination by the wombats #its sooo them #this is post separation obvi and jd is snapping at julien for bugging him all the time #i have an even angstier drawing that i did yesterday but ill post that some other time #i wish i could sit down and write the fic .. its probably never gonna happen

[matchingbatbites]

For @steddieas-shegoes and the @steddiemicrofic flash challenge! Happy birthday lovely!

Prompt: Birthday | Rating: M | Word count: 290 | CW: Semi-public sex

Sometimes, Steve wonders what people would think if they knew. If they were even aware that he - one of, if not the most popular guy at Hawkins High - was a bold faced liar.

If they knew that he exaggerates about his relationship with parents, that he plays up his King persona - but most importantly, he wonders what would happen if they knew the truth about his animosity with one Eddie Munson.

It started off genuine enough, sure, but he has a hard time pinpointing exactly when it all changed, when it slipped out of his control and landed him in Eddie's bed. 

Not that he's complaining about it.

Even now, as Eddie shoves two fingers into his mouth with a “Shush, baby. We don't want your lovely subjects to know what's going on, do we?”

Steve shakes his head and whimpers as the fingers push deeper, fully aware of the party still raging downstairs, of his fellow students filling his parents’ home. 

He should feel bad about ditching, considering it's his birthday that everyone is there for, but he just can't seem to drum up the guilt with Eddie's dick grinding against his prostate so perfectly.

“Are you sure, Stevie? I know you love it when I get possessive over you. Maybe I should stake my claim in a different way, hm? Maybe I should send the people's beloved birthday boy back downstairs with an ass full of cum.”

Steve whines and pushes his hips back, he's so fucking close. 

“They'd all see the wet spot on your jeans and wonder who got to tap this beautiful ass. Or maybe they already know. What d’you say, should we let everyone know exactly who owns you, pretty thing?”

#very loosely filling the brief #i wish i had time to do more but work has me so 🙃🙃🙃🙃 #i do cherish you though and i hope you had a great day!!! #steddie #steddie fic #joey writes #steddiemicrofic

[hoshiseon]

✱ atz, svt, txt, & skz fic recs ✱

MDNI 18+ (most if not all recs are smut)

fem / gen. neutral reader unless stated otherwise

★ – personal faves!

ATEEZ

☆ the drill — yunho x reader [m] @byuntrash101

★ the thing about pretty boys — seonghwa x reader [m] @wonusite

☆ first snow — wooyoung x reader [m] @cheollipop

☆ deep down (abo) — alpha!ot8 x reader [m] @seventhcallisto

★ the kraken — kracken!yunho x reader [m] @atzfilm

★ wonderwall — faeire!ot8 x reader [m] @atzfilm

☆ mind over matter — mingi x reader [m] @mingisaddctn

☆ coming of age — incubus!san x reader [m] @byuntrash101

☆ never say never — vampire!ot8 x reader [m] @seonghwaddict

★ into the aurora — idol!ot8 x reader [m] @honeyhotteoks

★ this night together (abo) — alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x reader [m] @honeyhotteoks

☆ treasure — yunho x wooyoung x san x reader [m] @honeyhotteoks

★ mists of celeste — ot8 space pirates!ateez x reader [m] @hongism

★ hotel california | book one — ot8 yandere!demonic entities!ateez x reader [m] @mint-yooxgi

★ paradise gardens | book two — ot8 yandere!demonic entities!ateez x reader [m] @mint-yooxgi

TXT

★ telepathy — mind reader!beomgyu x reader [m] @agustdiv1ne

☆ pose — yeonjun x reader [m] @agustdiv1ne

SEVENTEEN

☆ meet the parents — mingyu x reader [m] @sluttywoozi

☆ control me — gamer!wonwoo x reader [m] @duhnova

★ crawl — devil!jeonghan x reader [m] @himbocoups

★ a whisper from the forest — lumberjack!woozi x forest nymph!reader [m] @idyllic-ghost

☆ and the universe said, — idol!ot13 x reader [m] @thepixelelf

☆ greed — hoshi x reader [m] @cheolism

☆ after LIKE — mingyu x reader @sluttywoozi

STRAY KIDS

★ strange dreams — incubus!hyunjin x reader [m] @planetdream

MULTI

★ code of (mis)conduct — mingyu (svt) x san (atz) x reader [m] @sluttywoozi

#my apology for being so inactive lol #ive had no time to write #at all. #anyway give these amazing fics some love!! #🪐 — recs.smut! #⭐️ will (try to) update as frequently as possible :] #honestly wish i could put every mouthwatering piece of work i've ever read on here #but these r just the ones i could rmr

[petricorah]

Sokka was used to the cold.

He’d spent his whole life in it. He was born into frigid and bitter temperatures. He was used to breathing burning crisp air into his lungs, used to walking when he could barely feel his feet, used to sleeping surrounded by ice, and used to the coldness that struck deep into his heart while staring out over the empty tundra. He loved it. Just the feel of winter winds whipping through his hair made his spirits soar, smiling despite the pain of icy gales against his teeth.

And then.

He melted, slowly. Traveling the world had been quite the culture shock, and he had taken some time to adjust to no longer being surrounded by snow, but he grew to love the pleasant lukewarm air and the ability to wear short sleeves. But the firebender was another thing entirely.

Being close to Zuko was as uncomfortable it was so hot. The man’s very skin was a furnace that radiated heat, and somehow, it made Sokka’s own cheeks and chest burn for reasons he didn’t understand for years. But he got used to it. Despite how stubborn he was, Sokka was good at adapting. He was still from the water tribe, after all. Soon, the heat pulsing off of Zuko as they brushed shoulders or fought side by side wasn’t unnatural. It became welcome, especially…

Well. It was purely strategic to put their sleeping bags side by side, because once the campfire died down, laying by Zuko with their shoulders almost touching was the only way to stave off the brisk night air.  

He wasn’t sure when it changed, when the embers of their friendship sparked into something more. They’d travelled the world together, trying to rebuild the world ravaged by the Fire Nation. Zuko refused to stay behind a desk, and Sokka refused to let him go at it alone. And slowly but surely, Sokka forgot what it was like to be cold. What it was like to not have Zuko by his side, to feel his warmth surround him like he was the center of a fire, the comforting lull of heat as he hugged him, that fiery, caring temper, and blazing hot fingers interlaced with his own.

And now, he was back in the Southern Water Tribe.

Alone.

And he has never felt so painfully…cold.

#uhmmmmmmmm no thoughts on this other than i wish i had time to do an in-scene longer fic of this but. anyway have this cringy poetry #zukka fic #myfic #lately been thinking about doing a longer atla fix. i need to get their voices down more but i feel like if i do a nano-type just write #a lot! it could be fun #notmyart

[arkhammaid]

charles is the epitome of love. beauty. a miracle. he's everything his grandmother is and so much more, because he's still mortal. yet the immortal blood sometimes bleeds through.

charles is beautiful. not just handsome or pretty, he is a beautiful human being and makes even men blush with a mere smile.

charles is everything his grandmother is. he loves fast and hard, falling deeply for so many people, but only one of them truly owns his heart.

charles is a grandson of aphrodite, a legacy, something so rare in the modern world. charles is made of legends and stories, of myths and folklore, yet he carves his own destiny.

charles is someone who loves but also hates, and yet never at the same time for the same person. he's clear in his feelings. only with max, everything seems much more complicated.

or

charles is the grandson of aphrodite and his heart belongs to his greatest rival. only said man never notices it, and well, charles is also not quite sure about his own feelings for max, never has been.

OR

i have too many fic ideas that are inspired by PJO and/or mythology. do with this idea whatever you will, you will probably never see a full fic of it but i had to get the idea off my chest 🫠

#lestappen #this fic idea feels so mushy fuzzy whatever to me like #feelings so many feelings but mainly confusion (heavy focus on charles here. max totally has his life sorted out and knows he's down bad- #- for charlie so 🧍‍♀️) #i wish every day had 48 hrs so maybe i could find time to write all my great ideas #(or maybe i'm just obsessed with lestappen and think any lestappen fic idea is a good one) #fic idea

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

hey did you guys ever think what would happen when Diavolo and Mc had a child together? ever imagined the fear he has of them dying during childbirth and him despites his best efforts hating his child for only this simple thing they had nothing to do with just like his father did? or him not knowing how a father has to act because his refused to even try to love him for something he had not control over? or the fact he mostly likely never had a friend who just wanted to get to known Diavolo and not just the Prince of the Devildom and he fears the same would happen to his child? because I do now :,)

#local shouldn't be allowed to think #I have a fic idea :) #also this is like one of the rare times I would actually like to write something that could be sad #sometimes I just remember Diavolo had a really shitty time growing up and honestly horrible father and I get some ideas #wish I had more experience with sad things because I would love to write something that just breaks people in the best of ways

[saras-almanac]

BuckTommyWeekend Day 1: Alternate First Meeting

Title:  This seat taken?

Fandom:  911 (ABC)

Pairing:  Buck/Tommy

Summary:  Buck and Tommy meet at a restaurant for the first time. For the prompt: Alternate First Meeting for @bucktommyweek

Notes: There’s so many potential first meetings for these two both within canon and outside of it. I’m behind on writing for this weekend so just went with one that’s a bit quicker, but will probably expand on in the future before posting to AO3. (And/or might do more potential first meetings because there’s so many options and not all of them will lead to them actually being together at that specific moment in time, but it’d be fun…)

Buck sat at the bar, pretending to check his phone while he glanced over at where Josh and his date were sitting. Josh was seemingly having a good time, plus his date was pretty cute, so maybe this would be a win for him. Buck hoped so.

“This seat taken?”

Buck startled and looked over and saw a man—a very attractive man—stood next to him, inclining a hand toward the stool next to him.

Buck shook his head. “N-no. It’s all yours. I mean, if you want it.”

The man smiled and sat down. “Thanks. Just need to wait for my order.”

As he sat down, Buck noticed a logo on the side of this man’s jacket, one that looked incredibly familiar as it was on Buck’s own work clothes.

“Woah. Is that an LAFD jacket? Are you a firefighter?” Buck asked excitedly.

The man smiled. “Yeah. Work at Harbor station now though. Mostly flying planes and helicopters rather than running into any burning buildings.”

“That’s so cool. I’ve always thought being able to fly a plane, like pilot one, would feel like you have super powers,” Buck said. “Does it feel like that?”

“I suppose that’s a good way to look at it,” the man said. “I’m Tommy, by the way.”

“Evan Buckley,” Buck said, reaching out a hand. Tommy shook it, even at the awkward angle since they were sitting so close together. “So when did you learn to fly?”

“A while ago, back when I was in the Army,” Tommy said.

“Have you always been air support for LAFD?” Buck asked.

“No,” Tommy said. “I was on the ground or many years, but just felt like I was missing it. Transferred to Harbor five, six years ago now. I really missed flying so it was a good choice.”

“I bet,” Buck said. “If I could fly, I’d probably never want to be on the ground.”

“Well, I can give you a tour of the place if you’re interested,” Tommy offered kindly. “Show you some of the toys, how things work.”

“That would be awesome,” Buck said. “But I don’t want to trouble you. I mean, you’re just waiting for your food and I’m talking your ear off about work. I-I’m sure the last thing you want to do is talk about your job after just getting off a shift.”

“I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it,” Tommy said. “And I could have always ignored you or told you I didn’t want to talk about work if I wanted.”

“I guess,” Buck said. “I forget sometimes that not everyone likes talking about their job.”

“So then I guess I have to ask, what do you do?”

“Oh, um,” Buck rubbed at the back of his neck. “I’m a firefighter.”

“No kidding,” Tommy said with a laugh. “Which station?”

“The 118,” Buck said proudly.

“Now you’re fucking with me,” Tommy said. “I transferred to Harbor from the 118.”

“That’s crazy! So you do you know Cap? Captain Bobby Nash?” Buck asked.

“Yeah,” Tommy said. “He was just getting settled there when I transferred.”

“What about Hen? You’ve got to know Chimney. I think he’s been there since it was built.”

Tommy smiled and his nose crinkled and Buck had never seen anything more adorable in his entire life. “Howie and I go way back, from before he was called Chimney. And Hen, she’s one of the best firefighters I’ve ever worked with.”

“They’re the best,” Buck said. “It’s so crazy that you know them too!”

Buck glanced over at Josh again. He’d be furious with himself if he got distracted by this god-like man sitting next to him when his friend needed him. Still seemed to be going well.

“I don’t mean to pry, but I do have to ask,” Tommy started, “You’re not stalking those men, are you?”

Buck whipped his head over to look at him. “What?”

“It’s just, I saw you watching them when I first got here. And now you’re looking over again. Just checking things are… all right,” Tommy said.

Buck felt himself blush a bit because he was the world’s worst undercover wingman. “Okay so one of those guys is my friend, Josh. He’s had some rough luck dating and he was feeling a bit nervous, so I offered to come and hang out at the bar while he was on his date. Just in case anything happened, he’d have back up or whatever he needed.”

Tommy blinked. “You’re giving up your night to sit alone at the bar just in case your friend’s date turned out to be an asshole?”

“Yeah. I guess,” Buck said.

Tommy smiled at him, shaking his head fondly. “That’s really sweet of you.”

“I’m just helping out a friend,” Buck said, feeling uncomfortable. “I’d do it for anyone.”  

Before they could talk any more, a waitress came out with Tommy’s food, stealing his attention. Their chat was less than 10 minutes but Buck felt like he could have spent hours talking with Tommy. He tried not to be annoyed that his food came and he was going to leave—the man had probably just gotten off a shift, probably a twelve or thirty-six hour shift, based on it being night. Tommy deserved to grab his food and then head home to eat and crash.

It didn’t mean that it didn’t suck though. But it’s fine. Buck would go back to checking his phone and keeping an eye out for Josh.

Tommy placed a hand on Buck’s shoulder. “Well, it was a delight to bump into you and I enjoyed our conversation. You made the end of a long thirty-six hours speed by as I waited for my food.”

“I’ve been told I do that,” Buck said, completely distracted by the weight of Tommy’s hand on his shoulder.  

Tommy laughed like Buck had told the funniest joke he’d ever heard. He removed his hand and smiled. “And I’m serious about giving you a tour if you want.”

“I’d like that,” Buck said. “Um, should I call the station?”

Tommy smiled again and shook his head. “It’ll be easier if you just let me know directly. I can make sure there’s time and be the one to give you the tour.”

Tommy reached down to grab the pen sitting on top of his receipt and then scribbled his number on a napkin. “Take care, Evan.”

Hearing Evan come out of Tommy’s mouth was surprising, but surprising in a good way—in a way that Buck wasn’t going to think much about right now. “Yeah. Yeah. Uh, you too, Tommy. I’ll—I’ll text you.”

“Sounds good.” Tommy grabbed his bag. “Oh, and good luck with the rest of your date.”

With that, Tommy laughed a little and then walked out, leaving Buck sitting there, carefully holding the napkin and wondering exactly what was happening with fate right now. Maybe his luck was turning around.

#i like this idea of this but not sure about the execution #wish i'd have had more time and mental energy to write this earlier than just last night on a whim but it's still cute so there ya go #bucktommyweekend #bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #911 fic #my fic

[scribbling-dragon]

a little extract from my current ranchers wip. as a treat <3

Tango waves after him like an idiot for several seconds, before realising that Jimmy’s no longer looking in his direction, and he’s just waving at Jimmy’s back. He drops his hand. And then drops his face into his hands, groaning a little in despair.

He looks up, over his momentary embarrassment, just in time to see Jimmy twist and wave back at him, still smiling sunnily. Geez, he could almost outcompete the sun with a grin like that. He then gets front-row seats to watch as Jimmy trips over a root and falls the rest of the way down the hill.

my most beloved idiots <33

#i dont think i can describe the fun im having writing this fic #i am returning to my golden era of two years ago when double life was coming out #right after i finished my gcses and just had. nothing to do with my time #how i wish i was back there [organic chemistry batters me over the head and drags me away] #everything is great. love a levels would definitely reccomend taking chemistry (hell on earth) #juno.writes

[crossbackpoke-check]

it’s all the rest of what i want with you

connor dewar/brandon duhaime :: 8k

Summary:

“Brandon,” Connor says with a sigh. “There’s no baby in there.”

“Not yet,” Brandon says. Connor feels his stomach twist, almost like what he would imagine a baby kicking to feel like.

in these trying times of dewvorce, may i offer you 8k of pwp inspired by @stillfertile’s wonderful art which i had. several breakdowns about 🫶 anyway please enjoy!!!

#OFFICIAL FIC ANNOUNCEMENT 🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️ i wish i had pretty fic graphics but alas i have No Skill and also. so much work i should be doing bu #HI SHE’S HERE i would love to say this is a complete surprise drop except i have Anxiety & i needed to ask you guys about it beforehand #in my defense i started writing this in like. january far before any tragedy occurred #because square asked about my tags on their dewey2 art and she spawned like. a million more thoughts about it #including the part where i got absolutely kicked in the face with the lightning vision of those two lines. #like those two lines are the first actual lines of the fic i wrote ajdhkwdiowdjiw ANYWAY please be nice to me i know i am always like #‘this is not the first real fic i ever thought i’d post’ and if i had a nickel i’d have three but this is the first pwp i’ve ever posted #and it’s 8k and it’s not a fic for an exchange (although technically i did very much write this for the dewey^2 hivemind so.) #i have SO many things to say i have so many comments on this doc also i couldn’t pick a title for the LONGEST time and i finally decided on #this one but the full quote was too long: #all the rest of what i want with you that scares me shitless #so. i was angling SO hard to make a yung gravy lyric as a title bc i saw the video of him at a wild game but i couldn’t find a good one #and instead y’all got a very sentimental title l m a o. #liv in the replies #shout out to the extended universe this lives in and also my unhinged comments in the docs. #if you liked fun fuck a baby in him friday i’ll be here all week i promise i am the exact same in the comments as i am in the tags 🫡 #the NUMBER of times i wrote something in this by pulling it out of my ass and then actually went back and did the research & was RIGHT is. #far too high. also the amount of coincidental things that dropped while i was writing this (yung gravy song about pregnancy AFTER i wheeze #laughed myself into a yung gravy title the athletic player poll confirming my restaurant & bar choices from googling ‘st. paul good bars’…) #also if anybody got advice on formatting for these little announcements. help. this is different from my miro/luka one &i’m still not happy

[teddylacroix]

Been thinking a lot about my lad lately.

#gerry keay #gerard keay #gerry delano #tma fanart #the magnus archives fanart #i realised i hadn't drawn him yet... #at least not on tumblr lol i have a couple of doodles floating around in procreate #and while i love my dear jmart #i love all things gerry+jon in any manner #brotp otp whatever #brotherly bond or childhood friends or college buddies or shippy #give it all to me #i wish i had the energy to write the fic that's in my head #childhood friends! buried-touched gerry and vast-touched jon! an unfortunate separation! rockstar gerry! long-distance pining! #sighhh #the spirit is willing but the flesh (and time management) is weak #the magnus archives #teddy draws #tma art

[stellarspecter]

STWG daily prompt 2/17/24: possession

pairing: stobin

wc: 350

It started with the Russians.

Whatever was in those needles the doctor had injected them with did more than just making them giggly and high. They didn't realize it until after they had puked it up and bonded on a bathroom floor and defeated a meat monster, but it definitely wasn't just a truth serum. (Sometimes, they wonder if they only got so close because of it. They had worked together the whole summer, but only once the drug was in their systems did they actually open up to each other. Was it genuine? Or just an instinct borne out of chemical need?

They decided to stop wondering.)

The first time it happened was a week after Starcourt, when they were still recovering from the non-drug related after effects of the incident. They had been joined at the hip up until then, but finally had to separate when Steve had to go home and face his parents. It was when his dad insinuated that getting a concussion was his own fault that they snapped. Robin had been somewhat aware of the conversation happening a mile away, fuzzy and far away like a dream, but when he said that, she couldn’t help but retort that they were helping rescue kids, so sorry for being a good person, Dad.

It was only when they saw his face that it registered that her words came out of Steve’s mouth.

After that, it happened all the time. Robin’s car broke down and Steve took over to fix it. Steve forgot a word mid-conversation and Robin filled it in for him. Steve almost fumbled their job interview at Family Video until Robin spoke through him to list some, uh, better favorite movies.

It just became their new normal. No one else knew, because they didn’t know how to explain it, not even to those that were already in on the Upside Down. By the time spring break of ‘86 rolled around, it had been long enough without letting the psychic cat out of the bag. They were almost grateful that Vecna did it for them.

#stwgdailyprompt #i loveee telepathic stobin aus this is one is loosely based off of sense8 but like. just the two of them #also i just got home from a concert and i'm very tired. but i had to get this out before eeping lol #wish i had more time/space to really flesh this out. maybe if i feel so inspired i'll make this a full fic one day #*writes

[casdeans-pie]

So I have this fic idea of Cas being magically kicked from his vessel somehow and desperately seeking Dean's help, even though he's weak and tired and stuck in his true form and its not like Dean can see or hear him anyway, but he needs him. so he tries to talk.

While Dean's driving.

Of course Dean nearly crashes the car because the windows explode and Sam is clutching at his ears, but Dean can hear something....

He pulls over and Sam's still in pain but Dean can hear....

-ean......... Dea- ....... Dean......... he...lp.....

"Cas?..... Cas, that you?"

And it's weird because the 'voice' sounds nothing like Cas - it's musical and tinkling, like a wind chime in his head - but Dean just knows.

He shouldn't be able to understand. but he can.

"Cas?" He says more desperately.

Dean?......... you........ hear.... me?......

"Yeah buddy, I can hear you. Whats going on? Whats happening?"

Sam, still wincing, says "That's Cas?!"

So Dean eventually leaves Sam with Baby and walks away from the road to get him away from anything breakable.

-orry... Dean..... no choice...... locked..... out....... vessel...... talk..... to........... you....... -eed........ help....

And Dean is absolutely on board to help Cas however he can.

He asks how he can hear Cas' true voice and Cas doesn't know. He asks if he can see him, and Cas says no, because he can't risk his eyes, and Dean points out that if he can understand what he's saying he can probably take a peak without the whole eyes burning up in his head thing.

But the wind chime tinkling can somehow sound exactly like Cas without sounding nothing like Cas when it says. No.

Dean has mixed feelings on how the familiar and unfamiliar overlap. He feels fond. "This is what you really sound like? Like a friggin' music box? That's what blew out all the windows and nearly exploded Sam's ears?"

The following silence shouldn't remind Dean of the squinty eyed stare he knows well, but it does.

So Dean is now the only one who can understand Cas, who is hovering nearby, invisible. he learns how to speak to just Dean so that he stops exploding all the glass around him. and the race is on to find his body and get him back inside before it's too late.

Why can Dean understand him now?? Interesting question.

(He secretly wonders if this is what his prayers to Cas feel like to him.)

He does in fact convince Cas to reveal his true form and of course he can see it just fine. It's a fun moment of really seeing the person you've become so familiar with in a new light. (You know the drill.)

(Also Cas' line about how big his true form is was hugely exaggerating for Samuel's benefit. Angels are big glowing multi-winged bird-like creatures with a halo on fire above their heads.)

Cas has to communicate with Sam via Dean and they have conversations that sound bizarre to Sam because he can only hear Dean's side of it. but it's also kind of normal and on brand for the two of them really.

It'd be a fun time.

When Cas does eventually get his body back Dean gets a little sad about the loss of the voice in his head and the cool bird creature, but he's happy to see his friend is okay. and that he's in a form he can hug with relief now.

then when he goes to sleep that night he has a dream. that Cas walks into. He hints at the reason Dean could understand him (their bond) and thanks him again. Finally they sit together on a sunny grassy hill in Dean's dream - Cas in his true form and Dean petting his feathers gently.

#ough this got long sorry! im on mobile so I cant do a read more aaa #destiel #deancas #destiel fanfiction #destiel ficlet #destiel fic #spn #supernatural #spn fanfiction #my fanfiction #i wish i had time to write this sm #castiel's trueform #trueform!cas #long post #pie's projects

[fuckyeahisawthat]

I’ve read a lot of Ed/Stede first-time/early times fics where Stede is super nervous/hesitant/naive, not knowing what to do or even what the possible options are and like, I get where that characterization comes from. And I’ve read fics where Stede is like, magically great at sex and I very much get the appeal of that specific fantasy as well. But neither of these seem to quite hit the mark for me because I think one of the things that defines Stede in his Stede-ness is that he’s a fucking lunatic who usually doesn’t know what he is doing and has never once let that stop him.

This is a man who charges headfirst into things he’s excited about, fueled by nothing but improbable confidence and commitment to the bit. He can be quite bold under the right circumstances (thinking about that post I can’t find right now about how he is actually being very forward in the moonlight scene, even if he’s not flirting intentionally) and he is just an absolute nerd (affectionate) about the things he enjoys and that’s one of the things Ed likes about him.

So what I’m saying is “Stede who is not exactly good at any particular act involved but is fucking thrilled at the novelty of being desired and is being a massive, adorable dork about it” + “Ed who actually does have some experience but is too busy being flattened by a wave of tender, attentive intimacy of the sort he’s never experienced before to do anything about it” = some kind of chaotic gay sex feedback loop where no one involved is particularly suave or dignified about anything and that’s exactly what makes it so fucking hot.

#ofmd #our flag means death #stede x ed #sex talk #i'm just looking for a certain flavor of confidence but not necessarily competence but still somehow a tiny smidgen of game stede #playful charming dork who can somehow be devastatingly romantic and you never quite know if it's on purpose or not stede #i know i know write the smut you wish to see in the world #AND I WILL #i WILL write an E rated fic for these two i just haven't had TIME

[saintobio]

waaah saint!!!🫶🏻 so so for character asks, i’m going for ayli!gojo 😗 (i can’t move on from him still😭)

“how do you feel now that the empress is dead, huh?! if you were granted a second chance, what would you do to prevent it from happening?!”

AYLI!Satoru: What power have I, to receive a second chance at this life after everything I have done? I am burdened by grief and regret. I have wasted not only the best empress to ever grace this empire, but also the woman I had married and the mother of my unborn heir.

If she were alive, I would seek to cherish and protect her, and do everything in my power to prevent such a tragedy from occurring again. It would be in my best interest to only trust her and her alone, and never the noblemen that conspired to topple her from her rightful throne.

However, as she is no longer here with me, I shall suffer the indignity of being the most miserable emperor in history.

#oneshot: as you like it #chuuuu !!! :’D the love u have for ayli makes me so sooo happy #and it’s such a perfect timing bc i’m revisiting lltv to try and write the first part out 😭 #i wish i had ur brilliant mind to be able to write back to back fics in a short amoutn of time

[whoblewboobear]

Soooo Cas canonically has a car and in my mind it’s a pickup truck bc I think it suits them. Sometimes Gabe and Mc fight over who gets the passenger seat and who gets to ride in the back. I think they probably bully Cas into taking them on late night diner trips in neighboring towns and Gabe would 100% offer to drive if Cas isn’t feeling up to it. They refuse every time even though they secretly appreciate the sentiment. Mc definitely notices the little smile Cas tries to hide after Gabe asks and makes a mental note to tease them about it later.

#I refuse to believe All these vampires walk everywhere when cas canonically has a car #this is fully me trying to figure out what the hell they’re doing for fun in a small town #cute ot3 moments 👏💖 #I also think that Gabe would get the idea to have a little camp out in the truck bed with pillows and blankets and LOTS of cuddling #if they won’t give us a genuine poly relationship between the three of’em I’ll write it myself 🤧 I wish I had more time for my fic #one day I’ll post it I swear #playchoices #immortal desires

[redpenship]

almost wrote an essay about my hc about mobian child raising practices and then realized i can write a fic about it instead. rip

#back on the fic writing grind? #wish me luck with buzzsaw 2 btw ive completely overhauled its plot a tenth time #returning to my roots to plan it better #aka remembering its just a really weird three body au where i complain abt the effects my studies have had on my general morals #or something #redposts