#ks writes

[writerofshit]

This is absolutely unfinished, and is 100% my own memories that i, apparently, really need to let go of. I don't think they belong to me anymore, and their other handlers let go a long time ago.

Present

The sun is hot, soaking into the shoulders of Michael’s t-shirt. He readjusts his baseball cap, smashing his curls down even flatter. He fiddles with the key ring in his hand, running his thumbnail along the groove in the old penthouse key. it comes away dark and dirty. He should have given the key back when Geoff sold the place, but he could never bring himself to let it go. Besides, no one knew how many copies there really were, and the new owner had surely changed the locks. He can’t remember their name.

He glances up from his spot, leaning against Fredo’s latest passion project. It’s an old chevy something or other. Doesn’t mater much. There’s an older white guy heading his way, hands buried in his pockets.

“Can i help you?” Michael asks. he doesn't move from the car.

“You got a lighter?” The man’s voice is deep and gravely. Instinctively, MIchael reaches for his front jean pocket, and it isn’t until his hand comes up empty does he remember.

“Sorry dude, no.”

The guy tilts his head curiously at michael. “Should’ve asked you a couple years ago, huh?” He asks with a smile. It’s not so much a question as an assumption. Michael nods.

“Hell, six months ago I’d’ve been your guy.” Part of him wishes he still smoked, could still have an excuse to be standing out here isolating himself. Truth be told, it wouldn’t matter anyway. Fredo’s bound to roll his eyes at Michael regardless.

“good for you, kid.” THe guy says, nodding. “it’s a goddamn rotten habit.”

MIchael huffs out a laugh. “Worse than some, better than others.” He considers the myriad of other ways he used to pass the time. Cigarettes had been the least of his concern. All behind him now, though, so what difference does it make?

“A-fucking-men, kid.” tHe guy tilts his ehad towards Fredo’s door. “good luck.”

“With the car or the addiction?” He misses this too, unloading on strangers he’ll never see again.

“Both.” The guy says, smiling. “But especially the smokes. Quitting ain’t easy, believe me. Done it too many times to count.”

Michael’s heard this speech before, doesn’t care too much to hear it again. He doubts even this time will be his last time quitting. But that’s fine. He’s doing better for now. He’ll take what he can get.

“Thanks.” Michael says. He wants this guy to leave so he can sit here, wax poetically about his car. The guy salutes him and wlks away, and Michael’s back to waiting alone.

Double-O-Mog is in the shop, or the closest he can get it to these days. The car is old, and the crew has garages full of shiny new ones. it’s not high on the priority list, doesn’t need to be fixed. If Trevor had his way, it would’ve been junked years ago. BUt Double-O-Mog holds a lot of sentimental value to Michael, and Fredo’s got more free trime than sense to say ‘no’. So here they are.

The door dings open, and Michael looks up.

2016

“This genuinely sucks, doesn't it?.” The windows are down, and the trees are speeding by in a green blur

“Seriously! And I’m just saying this song makes no sense.” The windows are down, blowing Gavin’s douchey hairstyle in 12 directions at once. He’s smiling broadly, one hand dangling out of the window, the other reaching for the dial.

“Touch that knob and lose a finger.” Michael says flatly.

HIs left hand is hanging out his own window, pushing against the air presure of the highway. He has no particular attachment to the song, some one off from some band Jeremy had sent him. Mostly it’s fun to argue with Gavin, call him an idiot and hear him squeak in indignation.

“Michael.” Gavin admonishes, laughing. He flips the channel, landing on a Top 40 station. “So much better.” He says, grinning smugly at Michael.

Michael’s pretty sure the singer is Justin Timberlake. it’s kind of terrible. Gavin belts out the lyrics, horrifically off key. “Can’t stop the feeling!” He draws out the ‘ee’ in ‘feeling’. He kind of loves this.

A car pulls beside them, glancing over obviously. Gavin waves, and the driver, a twenty something with dark hair and darker bags under his eyes, waves back. “Shit!” Gavin says, leaning toward Michael. He points at the other car. “I worked with him years ago. Glad he’s still around.”

Michael presses harder on the accelerator, and the car lurches forward and past the man Gavin used to know. “Can we go anywhere in this fuckin city without running into somebody you know?” He asks. He flips the turn signal, easing Double-O-Mog into the right lane. He’s 80% sure they need to get off at the next exit.

“Excuse me for being popular.” Gavin says, sitting back in the seat. He glances out the window. “Are we close?”

“I think?” It doesn’t really matter. Either they’ll get off and be right, or they’ll be wrong and have to get back on. Or not. Truthfully, Michael could keep speeding down this highway for forever, keep bickering back and forth with Gavin until they run out of gas. He’d be happier doing that than going to work.

“Rumor has it Chris is working out here now.” Gavin says, turning the volume on the radio down. it’s moved on to a Chainsmokers’ song.

“Oh yeah? And the odds of running into him?”

“With me here?” Gavin grins at him. “Pretty damn good.”

2017

He’s drunk. So goddamn drunk. He’s not sure how they’ve ended up here, squished into the backseat, Jeremy’s body warm where it presses into Michael’s. The AC in Double-O-Mog stopped working years ago and they never figured out why. Michael drives with the windows down and it’s fine. But now it’s April and global warming has fucked spring straight into summer. The air feels heavy and humid, like it might actually choke him if he doesn’t take his shirt off.

“you are one of my best friends.” He says instead of disrobing. He means it, too. They’ve been on the edge of this, have spent too many nights drinking together and sitting too close. The whole crew knows there’s something there. Something Michael has allowed himself to dream of at night but never say aloud. He’s wondered, in a desperate longing sort of way, if Jeremy feels it too. Maybe he has before the other night, when they leaned against the hood and Jremy wrapped an arm aorund him.\

“I think you might be my only friend.” Jeremy says. His face is turned into the side of Michael’s, but Michael won’t turn. What happens if he does? Will it be the beginning of the end? If he turns and they kisss and maybe they have sex, what then? Do they stay friends? Become more than that?

“I’m telling Gavin you said that.” Just keep making jokes, keep trying to sober up. The moment will pass and the cat will stay ambiguous.

“I don’t talk to Gav like I talk to you.” Jeremy says, huffing a laugh into his ear. “Definitely not like we are tonight.” He slips a hand to MIchael’s knee, slung over Jeremy’s lap.

“To his great dsappointment.” Michael jokes. His eyes are closed, he still won’t do it.

“Michael.” Jeremy says softly. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not 100% on board with doing. We can go home. I’ll drive, if you want.”

How does he explain to Jeremy that this, snuggled in the back seat of his car, is almost too perfect? That yes; he’s 110% into wherever it goes. He wants it. He wants to turn and kiss Jeremy. He wants Jeremy to kiss him back, to push him into th leather seat, let his hands unbuckle MIchael’s jeans, let his hands wander farther. He wants Jeremy’s mouth on his body, wants to touch Jeremy in all the places he’s never been privvy to. He wants Jeremy to press into him and place kisses into his collarbone.

He wants to go home, to one bed, to wrao his arms around Jeremy and fall fast asleep. He wants to wake up with sleepy smiles and gentle kisses. He wnats to make Jeremy’s coffee the way he knows he likes it.

How does he explain to Jeremy that he is 100% on board with all of it, but he’s terrified he’ll only get tonight?

“Do you want me to drive home?”

Michael turns and kisses him.

2018

The parking lot is dark but warm, mugginess making Michael’s t-shirt cling to him uncomfortably. He’s leaning on the hood of Double-O-Mog, Gavin beside him, for what feels like the millionth time of his life. He half expects bells and whistles to go off, mark the occasion as something special. Gavin’s saying something about a trip he took, about Alfredo and competitions, sniper guns and one hundred dollars. It strikes Michael that he should be worried, that any place on earth the story would turn heads. But not here.

Here is safe, and fun, and it feels like they’re on top of the world.

He flicks his thumb against the filter of his cigarette, ashing it into the air. A small speck floats down onto the toe of Gavin’s converse.

“Michael.” Gavin whines. He doesn’t move his foot, doesn’t shake the ash away. “Didn’t anyone teach you it’s not polite to ash on people? Who raised you?” He puts his own cigarette to his lips, blows the smoke into Michael’s face almost immediately. Michael turns his head away but takes a drag anyway.

“Dick.” He looks back to Gavin, their eyes meet. “For the record, no, she never tld me not to ash on people. She just told me not to smoke at all.”

Gavin nods as if he understands. As if their childhoods are even remotely comparable. As if if he heard the same message, hadn’t been caught smoking at 13 and been sneered at because they were menthols and not reds. “Yeah, I can see that.” He flicks his cigarette butt and it sails three spots away, landing in a puddle. He whistles in satisfaction. “Can I guess her stance on premarital sex?” He asks, smirking at Michael.

“Firmly against.” Michael says, and his laugh has no real humor to it. He puts his cigarette to his lips but withdraws it. “But hell, even if we were married, it’s not like she’d recognize it.” It’s weird to say out loud. It hurts. He takes another drag, ashes the cigarette again.

“THat’s fine.” Gavin says, shaking his head. He reaches back, picking up MIchael’s pack from behind him. “We’d never get married anyway.” Michael eyes him. “You mind?” Gavin asks, but he’s already pulling one out, already moving past the potential conversation. Michael shrugs. Gavin reaches out and digs for the lighter in Michael’s jean pocket. Michael doesn’t portest, doesn’t push him away. Just laughs and shakes his head. He can’t remember a time they weren’t like this.

Far before they slept together it even made out, Gavin never could keep his hands to himself. It was always a oint of pride for him, and indication of how much their friendship meant. 'Im so into dudes' he'd say, lying on top of Michael. 'But there's nothing going on here, because we're friends and I respect you too much.' It hadn't mattered, in the end. They'd still made out that one time, and they'd ended up fucking anyway. Four months prior, if his math is correct.

Lighter extricated, Gavin cups his hand gently around the cigarette in his mouth. it lights, he puffs, smoke billowing out of his mouthy after a beat. He wrinkles his nose. “God, since when do you smoke reds?”

“Since a few months ago.” MIchael says, flicking his own cigarette away. It doesn’t even come close to Gavin’s. He remembers the look of surprise on Trevor’s face when he’d pulled 305’s out of his pocket. He’d shrugged, told him the same thing he'll tell Gavin now.

“I thought you hated them.” Gavin says. They watch the smoke curl up toward the stars. Gavin taps the top of his cigarette and the ash falls to the ground.

“I do.” MIchael confirms, slipping one frfom the pack. The admission is on the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t know if Gavin will understand, the feeling or the reason. “Only smoke ‘em when I hate myself extra.” he says, putting the cigarette to his lips. Gavin blinks at him but hands the lighter over.

“Well that makes no sense.” Gavin looks away from him, tip of his cigarette glowing cherry red as he inhales. “If you’re gonna have a bad habit you might as well enjoy it.” He says quietly.

There’s the click of the lighter and then, spoken around the smoke-

“Exactly.”

The word hangs in the air, but neither of them acknowledge it. Michael could explain farther, tell Gavin that honestly, it’s them these past few months, feeling like he’s betraying everyone, but especially Gavin’s ‘not technically ex because they never actually called it dating’. But they were. Everyone knew it, had accepted them like one of the crew. Everything had been great.

ANd then it fell apart.

Gavin got cagey and broke it off, and then- well, they’d always been on the cusp too, hadn’t they? Drunken confessions of mutual attraction, a kiss, then nothing. Gavin got serious until he wasn’t, then they picked back up. By that point, Jeremy had had Matt in his bed, and lads nights always did end in sharing blankets and sitting too close. But there was technically no one to feel guilty about. it was good, great, even. Michael liked sleeping with Gavin, liked the way he liked to cuddle after, liked the way his hand felt around Michael’s throat.

He still hadn’t switched back to menthols, though.

“So.” Gavin says, instead of addressing the elephant. Just as well. Michael has no interest in talking about feelings, especially not with Gavin. He nods back at the car. “You wanna have sex tonight? We can drive out to the middle of nowhere, like we used to.” he says with a grin.

the smoke settles in his lungs, harsh and suffocating. The cherry glows, bright and hot, racing toward his knuckles. He shouldn’t, should make better choices than fucking his best friend in the backseat of his car.

He flicks his cigarette. “Yeah.” He says finally. “Sounds like a plan.”

#I want to add to this #but the memories aren't with the car Anymoreal #also if anyones keeping up my J is getting married and my Gav has a boyfriend #and i remain alone #ks writes

[findafight]

Wait hehe.

Modern au where Eddie has a decent following in social media and is known as both a guy who does ttrpg with a few friends and does cool metal covers of different song genres. He's weird, sure, and will also post two minute video monologues but it's done while camera is mildly unfocused on a worm on the wet pavement, or he'll rant about prog rock and then two minutes later go "I'm sorry my statements on Keith Emmerson were inappropriate and I guess" *pauses and looks off camera* "he totally deserves to be in the rock and roll Hall of Fame" like it's a hostage video and someone made him say it because he looks like he's having a terrible time about it.

Anyways he's an internet funny little man and one day he posts a tiktok or what have you labeled "tfw ur bf is sitting in his platonic soulmate's lap instead of yours" and it's just of Steve sitting sideways across Robin's lap on someone's couch chatting and smiling with her before turning to Eddie and giving a little finger wave.

This is of course met with internet hullabaloo because is that Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley? Famous indie music duo who are also starring in a popular new tv series? Social media weirdos? Beloved and popular and bizarre and memeable? Queer icons RobinandSteve? Was Eddie serious? He was dating thee Steve Harrington?

An hour later Robin tags Eddie in a post that is a video obviously taken from slightly under Steve as the angles are a bit weird, and Eddie can be heard saying "oh my god how could I have forgotten you're, like, really famous how'd I do that Steve! Babe, Stop laughing! It was supposed to be a silly relatable post! You're no better Buckley-hey why are you filming this? My mortification isn't funny!!" While the video is just shaking of Steve curling in on himself and Robin trying to focus on Eddie and you can hear them both cackling over Eddie talking. She captions it "tfw ur QPP's bf forgets you two are famous and that most ppl don't know they're dating. Or didn't, at least"

#eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #steddie #stranger things #eddie and his little cringefail posts #when asked how they met they say they went to hs together and then reconnected #finda's rambles #finda writes stuff #famous steve harrington #why yes i did just have the second half of an edible tha ks for asking #drug mention #i dont thi k a lot of ppl on here wld know who keith emmerson is but hes one of the greatest keyboardists of all time #and elp is not in the rrhof and im. astounded. bamboozled. (its because...'mainstream' rock hates/d prog) #took until the 2010s for prog bands to get into the rock and roll hall of fame #so i am pushing my prog rock fan steve on you all now #i mean that the relationship between prog and other subgenres is weird compared to everything else and it wasnt seen as true to rock

[parvuls]

bitty is probably somewhere in the background, flipping meat on a grill with excessive violence

#omgcp #omgcheckplease #jack zimmermann #ngl... getting my ks was the motivation behind this. #brb writing a three paged essay on jack's body development from y1 -> y2 -> training -> NHL #also: this originally had a different caption but then I wrote this to lau and found this image unbearably funny. RIP ERB #pavart

[softness-and-shattering]

HOW TO HAVE THE BESTEST LIFE EVARRR GUARANTEE!!

1. ARE YOU TIRED? SLEEP BETTER!

2. LACK EXECUTIVE FUNCTION? JUST DO THE THINGS!

3. COMPLETLEY EXHAUSTED ALL THE TIME? MEAL PREP!

4. GOT BREATHING PROBLEMS? RUN 6 MILES EVERY DAY ITS NOT THAT HARD!!!!

5. ATTEND AT LEAST 3 PARTIES A WEEK GET COUGHED ON BY AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE

6 KISS STRANGER ON THE MOUTH GET ALL THOSE NASTY GERMS TO BOOST YOUR IMMUNE SYSTEM!

7 DO NOT SLEEP. WASTE OF TIME. YOU KNOW ITS TRUE. YOU COULD BE FITBOXING AND LEARNING 15 CRAFT SKILLS IN THAT TIME HUSTLE HUSTLE HUSTLE BABYYYY

8. NEVER CONSIDER YOUR LIMITS. THROW AWAY YOUR MONEY. PARTY ALL NIGHT WORK ALL DAY NEVER REST EAT YOUR MEAL PREP YUMMY

9 NEVER CONSIDER GREATER SOCIETAL PROBLEMS OBVIOUSLY EVERYTHING WOULD BE SOLVED IF YOU JUST SOLVED 👏 YOUR👏 PROBLEMS 👏GIRLLLL

10 GET OFF THE INTERNET WHAT ARE YOU DOING GO OUT NOW DO FIFTY PUSH UPS AND THEN RUN THE PERIMETER OF YOUR CITY THIS IS THE GOOD LIFE GO GO GO GO

#inwas writing grumoy tags and then i thought #why not #this ks technically more polite #mine #all caps #satire

[kukos-satellite]

Why do you only write Klance fics and not any other ship?

Simple answer for you. Klance is easier to write than most ships. I would also like to note I do other ships as well, and people (anonymous or not) are open and welcomed to suggest a pair for me to write for.

Anyhow, thanks for you question :)

#voltron legendary defender #klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #fanfic writer #fanfic writing #KS: incorrect asked questions

[kaeyx]

8 from the list with fyodor?

Day 8: predator/prey + Fyodor

Warnings: honestly not much you just get chased. Reader is completely undescribed. Shock collar.

You clamp a hand over your mouth to muffle your ragged breaths, eyes wide against the impenetrable darkness. The blood rushes in your ears and you're pretty sure the hot throb of pain in your ankle indicates a sprain. Leaves, sticks and dirt are smeared over your clothes and face from all the times you've stumbled and fallen, but you don't care. Huddled against the roots of a tree you wait, straining your ears beyond the sound of your own heart. Nothing, not even the wind. it's pitch black and you're cold, panic still surging through your body.

After all those twists and turns, all those times you've doubled back on yourself, there's no way he's followed you. You shift a little, carefully, cringing at the crackling of leaves underfoot as it hug your knees to your chest. You want to go home. A small sniffle escapes you and you muffle it into your arm, refusing to make any noise. You want this to be over.

The rush of your heart slows eventually, but your panic doesn't. Eyes still scouring the forest all around, Listening to any creak and snap of twigs. Your breaths are quick and shallow. Are those footsteps, or is it your exhausted brain playing tricks on you? Is it an animal?...or has he caught up to you?

You feel like you want to cry. The rustling gets closer. One of your hands drifts up to your neck, to the thick collar around your neck and give it a tug. Predictably it doesn't come loose, like all the other times you've tried. You don't know if it even can be taken off. More rustling, and you squeeze your eyes shut tight. You feel like a child, hiding under the covers to get away from a monster.

"Silly pet."

The words slide like ice down your spine. Before you can scream, before you can try to run, a shock of pain sears your neck as the collar activates. You collapse against the tree with a whimper, curling up tighter.

When you manage to open your eyes he's standing above you, his silhouette blacker than the darkness around him. He shows you the little screen in his hand.

"You didn't actually think you were escaping, did you?"

He'd known where you were the whole time. It had never mattered. None of this had mattered.

You press yourself further against the rough bark of the tree, digging your heels into the soft ground as the man takes a half step forward.

Casually, cruelly, he plants a boot between your legs. Another shock runs through you from the collar and you gasp, twitching. His boot presses down harder, gently rubbing the heel against your crotch. You can't see him, but you know he's smiling that cold, disgusting smile of his.

"Pathetic."

Taglist: @miloofc, @gettinshiggywithit

#fyodor x reader #fyodor.bsd #leo.kinktober 2023 #SORRY THIS ONE KS SO LATE ALSO IT MIGHT SUCK IDK I'M BAD AT WRITING FEAR

[welcometoteyvat]

need xiao and kujou sara to meet asap btw. 

- golden winged peng vs winged tengu (whose wings, incidentally, were damaged when she received her vision...)

- both dedicate their lives to their archons

- separated from the society (mortals, Inazuman troops/Tengou Commission) they were brought up in because of certain factors (karma, status as adopted child and tengu)

perhaps they’d understand each other. maybe they’d know what it’s like—an existence as a god’s right hand, and everything it entails. their eyes meet, gold on gold; they know: this person might only understand half of me but that's half more than anyone else. what’s it like to serve a god so deeply—what do you sacrifice and how does it remake you? sara believes that her vision was granted by the raiden shogun, saving her, and thus dedicates herself to carrying out the will of thunder across the land. xiao receives his new name from morax, and in return, agrees to protect liyue for however long it will need. sara’s wings, injured, as she falls off the mountain—alatus, lacking his golden wings, the bloodhound of that unknown god.

#theyre also really attached to rex lapis/raiden shogun merch btw xiao definitely has enough dragon plushies to match sara's collection of St #Statues of Her Excellency，the Almighty Narukami Ogosho， God of Thunder #anyways what i'm saying is that they should talk and maybe sort out their traumas bc they can see themselves in the other person #btw theyre also both cold/indifferent on the outside but gentle/passionate on the inside. i love characters who are mirrors #also the diff between x and ks is that liyue didn't have shitty archon q writing am i right or am i right #that was a half joke but god... unsure how i feel about sara's characterization wrt agency and what went down in inazuma in general rip #xiao #kujou sara #genshin impact #teyvat thoughts #genshin xiao #sara is one of the three 4* i still don't have so i didn't know she got fucking scolded for just playing w the soldiers as a kid until i sea #searched it up and #bro what the fuck. what the fuck. kujou takayuki im going to kill you

[kanamesharisenwrites]

[ S T O R Y ~ U P D A T E ] excerpt from home - chapter nine:

Kakashi scrubbed his hands over his face, then shoved them into his pockets. With a sigh, he faced her fully. "You really don't pull any punches." "And you continue to sacrifice yourself, even when you don't need to." Sakura stepped towards him. "If this is going to work – whatever this is – we both get equal say and put in equal work." Kakashi halved the distance between them. "Okay." "Okay?" Kakashi nodded and shifted closer. "Okay." "Good." Sakura grinned in triumph. "Now, tell me: what do you want?"

Read chapter nine on [ ao3 ]

#kakasaku #kh writes fanfiction #ks fic: home #sakura haruno #kakashi hatake #naruto #finally an update after 3 YEARS

[kenzie-ann27]

and when I say I finished the fic. what then

#i tried doing some fun things with this one #it's been a challenge but a good challenge #my writing #kenstewy #(so so so sorry for invading the ks tag with this but idk what else to tag) #(i can take it off if people get annoyed. is okay)

[lilacsongs]

“  —  that’s  enough  for  tonight.”  kyungsoo  snatches  the  bottle  away  from  eden,  before  steadying  the  tipsy  man  with  his  other  arm.  it  isn’t  often  that  he’s  forced  to  be  the  more  responsible  adult  between  them,  but  it  happens  from  time  to  time.  “it’s  time  to  go  back.” / @artisn

#( sometimes i just want to write ks babying his cute tipsy bf what about it ) #kyungsoo — threads. #kyungsoo ft. eden. #main verse. #( could possibly be college verse too idk )

[septembersung]

At least one (1) other person is doing poetry month because of your blog, and they appreciate you keeping it fresh in their mind so they dont forget

(also why is your book 50% poems that were probably sponsored by the Kansas Tourism Board (in a good way)?)

This is the nicest way I’ve ever been told “you’re so annoying I can’t forget” 😆

I am genuinely delighted to be Raising Poetry Awareness, yay!

#my life #the literal answer is because I married into a ks farming family lol #and many of those poems were written our first year having moved back from the East coast and I had never been more relieved in my life #(sorry East coasters. v pretty and all but not my home) #my writing

[ghostorbz]

original prompt

Fireboy after watergirl evaporates:

#SOAXJAJDJSJSJ SORRU this ks like nothing #i had to write an essay when i got home and kt took uh #like an hour #then i rewatched madness combat and was like oh i have to draw #anyways im kinda sleepy still #madness combat #madcom #art #my art #the auditor madness combat #madcomtober #wait i forgot the halo thing #euhuhhjjjhhh it's fine #okay bai heart emoji heart emoji

[rmbaloncesto]

shai: the kid in Madrid 🇪🇸

#he also posted two videos but i can only post one so im nor posting any of them (ill just post them later (probably)) #shai gilgeous alexander #vini jr #vinicius junior #i never know how to tag him #oklahoma city thunder #real madrid #i hope shai enjoyed my city #i still dont know how or why he ks friends with vini but i won't complain because they are cute #and vini deserves all the friends #theres still more photos.... #but tomorrow because im literally falling asleep writing this ✌️ #enjoy my football bbay goat #OH AND EDER #eder militao #i forgot he was in a photo lmao #sorry eder baby #ill edit the tags tomorrow

[tfe-writes]

When I publish, if people don't edit Edwyn to Jolene by Dolly Parton I'ma fucking rage quit.

#tfe writes #oc content #noodles talks #tfe rambles #noodles writes #{edwyn} #JOLENE KS EDWYN CODED FR #Spotify

[5thcloud]

@friendcorp

GET YOUR FOOD EVERYONE I MADE A FIC!

I also made an invitation story about Epsilon27 being invited to Friend Corp by Dia. Strange things happened.

—

⚠️Content warning:

unreality (dream/dreamcore like), Ghosts, Mention of death,

Possible vague spoilers for our upcoming long nugget fic The Soul of Marine Blue which will release when all of it is done, but its quite vague, deviates from source, and doesn't make sense without the context. Think of it as a teaser.

—

Read it on AO3 or Toyhouse ! Word count is 1,013.

—

But in other news, I made a little permissions guide on their toyhouse page if you want to write Friend!Epsilon27 in a fic

Ty!

#THEY LITERALLY ASCEND HELP #oh lawrd the storm is coming #I interpret Dia to be fucking wild #WHATT ARE THEYYY??? #friend corp #lobcorp #lobotomy corporation #friend!epsilon27 #epsilon27 #manager ks-091 #others ocs #art #true colors #writing #oneshot #best of cloud

[kukos-satellite]

I’m going to do the High School AU then the Spies & Secret Agents AU. It’s been decided. :)

#fanfic writers #fanfic writing #klance au #klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #prev post linked #KS: incorrect voltron posts #KS: incorrect fanfiction posts