#me writing a fic in 2024?!

[marzaid]

Time travel AU where post canon Lan Qiren travels back in time to when Wei Wuxian is 4 and has just lost his parents. Lan Qiren may hate the man (now boy), but he still follows the rules strictly and will not kill. Instead, Lan Qiren finds a 4 year old Wei Wuxian cowering in an alley hiding from dogs. He protects the boy because the rules tell him that it is his duty to do so.

There is a spiteful part of him that wants to send this boy far away. However, he reconsiders when he thinks of how the Wei Wuxian in his previous life created Demonic Cultivation when left unattended. The best way to keep the boy in line, Lan Qiren figures, is to raise him himself as a ward. Keep your friends close but your enemies closer, they say.

So that is exactly what Lan Qiren does.

Wei Wuxian is brought back to the Cloud Recesses and raised as a ward alongside Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji. Lan Qiren would prefer otherwise, but he doesn't trust anyone else but himself to control Wei Wuxian.

As time goes by, Wei Wuxian proves to be the same and different to the one that Lan Qiren knew previously. He's energetic and mischievous, carefree, with a love for teasing others. Every bit as genius and inventive as Lan Qiren knew of the boy in his previous life. However, there was a strong sense of justice that he didn't notice the last time (or refused to see, but it would take years for him to admit to himself).

And Wei Wuxian thrives in a way that Lan Qiren didn't expect. He knew that Wei Wuxian was powerful and intelligent, yet he did not realize just how so. As much as the boy loved to tease and joke around, he could also be found in the Library Pavilion studying whatever random topic caught his interest. Talking everyone's ears off on what he learned or ways that certain things can be improved upon.

It infuriates Lan Qiren to no end because many times, Wei Wuxian is right. Many times, Wei Wuxian just needs guidance to find the right direction or a different perspective. Since Lan Qiren was raising him alongside his own nephews, the people that Wei Wuxian goes to the most are them: Lan Qiren, Lan Xichen, and Lan Wangji. The latter two always happy and excited to discuss the myriad topics, while the former confused as to the feelings he's having for the boy.

Lan Qiren's sister-in-law passes, and Wei Wuxian kneels next to Lan Wangji in the snow for hours silently in comfort. It's the first indication that the boy is secretly kind and compassionate (not so much if had he paid attention the last time and rid himself of clouded judgments). It's the event that causes the two boys to be inseparable. Of course Lan Qiren is worried but, he tells himself that he will not let them marry. He will not let Wei Wuxian turn into that evil man he ended up being.

Years keep going by, and Lan Qiren finds himself slowly warming up to Wei Wuxian. He's there for many important firsts (losing his teeth, golden core formation, getting his sword, etc). He will never admit that his heart squeezed when the boy accidentally calls him A-die without thinking because he's so excited about something he's learned.

Jiang Fengmian comes to the Cloud Recesses when he finds out that Weo Wuxian is there. Desperately, he tried to convince Lan Qiren to let the boy become a part of Yunmeng Jiang. But Lan Qiren is adamant in his refusal. The boy was raised there the last time and look at how he ended up! He doesn't know that this fundamentally changed Wei Wuxian's destiny. From a tragic hero given a second chance to a free boy allowed to be happy.

The Jiang sect leader mentions during this visit that Wei Wuxian owes Lan Qiren a life debt. It's something that hadn't crossed Lan Qiren's mind. Not really. He had been raising the boy selfishly to change a horrible future. Sure. However, it was against the rules and his own morals to demand a child pay reparations to be allowed to live. He has felt the same way when Lan Sizhui, his good perfect Lan Sizhui, had been adopted into the family. To Lan Qiren, it was unfathomable to demand payment from a child in such ways.

And anyway, Wei Wuxian's genius was already making itself known. If the boy invented even half of what he came up with in his previous life (Lan Qiren crossed his fingers for no Demonic Cultivation), then the Lan Sect would be paid in full from the proceeds.

Still, years continued to creep by, and Lan Qiren began to feel pride in Wei Wuxian. He followed the rules decently well, received his punishment with little protest, and had an insatiable thirst for knowledge. The boy could be seen at any given moment debating an array of topics with seniors, elders, and peers.

When Wei Wuxian started going on night hunts with Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji, the three became known as the Three Jades of Lan. Pride bloomed even more in Lan Qiren's heart. He had successfully turned Wei Wuxian into a good and polished man. What he didn't realize was that he gave structure to a boy who needed it and didn't make him feel guilty for existing.

The Wens came and tried to burn the Cloud Recesses down but didn't succeed. Between Lan Qiren, Wei Wuxian, Lan Xichen, and Lan Wangji, the wards were strengthened, and the books copied and protected. The Sunshot campaign took longer to fight because Wei Wuxian had learned long ago of the dangers to the mind and body that it caused. He had also learned that he shouldn't rip himself apart to help others. Lan Qiren had implored the boy to never try and had used the boy's love and adoration for Lan Xichen and especially Lan Wangji to convince him.

After the Sunshot campaign, Wei Wuxian comes to Lan Qiren about the innocent Wens cultivator and noncultivator alike. By this point, Lan Qiren can agree that innocent people should not die because of selfish greed and blind prejudice. There are years of trials completed by a multisect jury. The Wen sect survives but becomes a minor sect by the time the trials and reparations are completed. Under Wen Qionglin, they focus on medicine and archery.

Wen Qionglin swears brotherhood with Wei Wuxian. It doesn't surprise Lan Qiren in the least bit. Had it been a lifetime ago, it would've infuriated him yet with all these years and direct dealings with Wen Qionglin, he respects the boy. Admires the gentleness that hides a fierce strength and sense of justice. Especially admires Wen Qing, who Lan Xichen ends up falling for and marrying. Again, had it been a lifetime ago, he would've lost his mind. Now, Lan Qiren can see Wen Qing for her genius, her directness, strictness, and her advancements in medicine.

After Lan Xichen and Wen Qing marry, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian approach Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen to ask about marriage. There is no denying them at this point because he knows that the Wei Wuxian of his previous life is nothing like this current Wei Wuxian (he is but Lan Qiren has no one to admit it to). And anyway, he knows the two will simply elope if denied.

It's several years later, when Lan Qiren finally sits Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, and Lan Xichen down and tells them a story from a lifetime ago in a forgotten timeliness that may exist somewhere out there if you believe in multiple universes (not surprisingly Wei Wuxian does). They patiently listen as Lan Qiren details everything. There is silence for a long, unbearable moment when he's finished speaking.

Eventually, it's broken by a hug from Wei Wuxian, "Thank you, A-die, for giving me another chance in this life."

"I should be the one thanking you, A-Ying," Lan Qiren says softly, himself grateful for his second life.

#mdzs #the untamed #Lan Qiren #Wei Wuxian #Wei Ying #mdzs fic #the untamed fic #Lan Wangji #Lan Zhan #Wangxian #Lan Xichen #me writing a fic in 2024?! #holy shit more likely than you think #this is good uncle Lan Qiren though he probably selfishly wants to be bad uncle #he just adopted a child amd thought he wouldnt grow to love the boy as his own son #what a moron

[bizlybebo]

it’ll be 2030 and i’ll still be opening ao3 posting dsmp fic btw. the world may forget but i won’t let it. i’ve silenced my fears of this fandom dying by simply deciding to Become the fandom if it ever gets too small. i will be dragged out of this shitty minecraft role play kicking and screaming because you Cannot stop me.

#vixen rambles #dsmp #dream smp #i habe like #8 long fics i REALLLLYYYY wanna write in 2024 #and 4 of them are part of one extensive zombie au #you literally cannot stop me #these are my ocs now #ao3 #vixen writes

[beescake]

EVIL FUCKED UP KARKAT..HEH...JUST A LOOK INTO MY SICK AND TWISTED MIND...

have u read

Thoroughbred - egomaniac - Homestuck [Archive of Our Own]

literally my #1 fave most beloved dvkt fic heheh thanks for the opening! ive been itching for the chance to recc it (even dvkt antis 🫵 ur gonna like this one kisskiss give it a chance)

#after my slkt ceo post thoroughbred author (@johnkat) came online & told me “tomkat”. neither of us anticipated this ask #which means THERE'S A PROSPECTIVE EDGEKAT AUDIENCE BEYOND OUR SUCCESSIONSTUCK DMS ?! #ask #anon #homestuck #davekat #johnkat #karkat vantas #dave strider #john egbert #2024 #vioart #fic rec tag #Thoroughbred by egomaniac (AO3) #this fic's been my baby since the day it dropped okk its so fgjhfjghjhgk... god. #be sure to check out all her fics!! its actually bcs of her that i upgraded from hs-lurker to hs-participator!!! #while writing this post i noticed she posted another one HAJHAA i shall read it once my mind is ready :))c <333

[quick-catton]

heyyy besties so i watched mota ep2 and it was very fruity. what was that. i know it's supposed to be about serious war. but [minor spoilers] the phone scene where curt calls buck and egan (am i supposed to first name basis them? gale and john?? idk bro) gave me Thoughts, alright.

hear me out. tall stern serious keeps-his-boys-in-check bf (gale) x tall loud rowdy riles-up-his-boys bf (john) x short affectionate golden retriever looks-at-his-boys-like-they-are-the-sun bf (curt).

thoughts.

#thinking about writing a one off throuple smut fic for a ww2 series was rly not on my 2024 bingo card #but i sure am thinking about it #altho not sure anything can drag me away from all my cattonquick wips atp #but if you have thoughts... headcanons... tropes... fic ideas... etc... i am here my fellow deranged queers #i can't stop yapping someone come shut me up the way curt shut john up on the wing #barry keoghan #masters of the air #oliver quick #callum turner #austin butler #quick-catton brainrot

[posallys]

The old fears, but I’m here (through the long night with you)

posally | T | 1.5k | could be canon for @pjoseries because we're side by side in the trenches

Thunder claps, deafening.  Her ears ring.  Through half-opened eyes and hot tears, she sees the water recede too far back too quickly.  Thunder. Rain. The water creeps further back. And then it falls.

or, sally doesn't call, but poseidon comes anyway.

read on ao3

#I AM SO SORRY #IT IS NOT THAT LONG BUT DEAR GOD DID I HAVE A BREAKDOWN WRITING IT #this is a direct result of episode 8 i cannot lie to you #toby stephens poseidon altered my brain chemistry fr fr #also lys and i share one (1) braincell because well...you'll see #posally fic in the year of our lord 2024 #taylor tries to write #posally #posally fic #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo tv #sally jackson #poseidon #begging you to come yell at me about them though #this was affectionately titled 'what the fuck was that episode HELLO' in google docs

[killerandhealerqueen]

Can I bitch for a second? Like, I just want to understand why, in the past few years, comments and reblogs on fics have gone the fuck down. Like why? What fucking changed?

In 2020 and 2021, I used to get comments all the time on almost all my fics and now it's like...I'm lucky to get any. I also know that I write for small fandoms so like, that's a contributing factor, but still. Even with my latest multichapter fic, there are no subscriptions. Like, everything has just gone down.

And while I realize that the pandemic happened in 2020-2021, the decline has been happening for a while, especially here on tumblr. Comments and reblogs and asks about fics are just...not really a thing anymore.

And people wonder why writers don't wanna continue. Yeah, yeah, that whole thing of write for yourself, we all write for ourselves, lets be honest. We do. But we also want to share our creations with you because that's the whole fucking point of art. You want to share it with others and have them appreciate the work and time you put into it. And we'd like to hear feedback! It's literally not a bad thing to want comments. And people need to stop making writers feel bad for saying they want comments. And reblogs. Likes and kudos are great but they don't do anything. They just tell us that you liked the fic/work. But they don't tell us what you thought, what moved you, what rewired your brain, what made your heart thump or flutter or clench. That's what comments tell us. That's why we want comments. We want to see our fics through your eyes.

Writers shouldn't have to beg for interactions, so please. Reblog and leave comments on fics. Please. It's really the least you could do

#sass rants #i'm sure someone's gonna get pissy with me for this but i don't fucking care #i shouldn't have to fucking beg people to reblog and comment on my stories #it's fucking 2024 people #how about we start acting like a fandom again and start reblogging and commenting on EVERYTHING #from gifsets to art to fanfiction #(of course let's have the comments be nice we don't do rude comments here) #but yeah #start commenting on fics that you like #because the writers you love WILL stop writing after a while if they don't feel appreciated #because we all need to remember that this isn't a full-time job for most of us #so show your favorite writers/gif makers/artists some appreciate and reblog/comment on their shit

[vicsbasement]

Do you think Charles and Carlos will shed a few tears after Abu Dhabi?

I think they might, of course I do. I think Carlos is a very emotional guy even though he was brought up to be closed off about his feelings (and he really did his utmost to challenge those beliefs and he's shown that he no longer needs to be closed off to be taken seriously in this sport). And now with what we've seen from Charles? Oof. There *will* be tears. They were about to break in Bahrain and it's just the beginning of the year, anon. They will have to swap helmets by the end of the year and I'm willing to bet actual money in them hugging and mayble breaking during the hug. Yeah. I mean, in the car, during the whole chili debacle, I'd bet if Charles were to touch Carlos to reassure him, my man would've cracked. Because that's what I do, if I'm *this* close to crying and someone dares to touch me I break like a dam.

Or maybe they won't show the tears. Maybe. But I don't know, they were teary-eyed during Bahrain. I can't even start to think that they would be able to hold off crying until there's no cameras when their emotions are running that high, especially since it will be their last race as teammates. We will be crying, absolutely, and they probably will, too. 😅

#charlos #carlos sainz jr #charles leclerc #there will be tears streaming down *my* face in Abu Dhabi anon that's for sure #the best teammates tbh #to see charles break would not be in my bingo of 2024 but he's been behaving really emotional since february so #maybe he will surprise me and if he cries I will definitely be inconsolable #and to see Carlos shed tears over his teammate? the fics *will* write themselves #vic talks #anon #ask #charlos thoughts

[nighttimepatrons]

Not Without Maedhros

Thinking about a Fingon fic set in Mandos where Fingon is ready for reembodiment but won't leave the halls without Maedhros. Never mind the fact that he hasn't actually seen Maedhros's spirit yet...

The only way he can tell the passage of time is the influx of spirits into the Halls, the halls get larger to accommodate them all. Surely Maedhros is around here somewhere.

It's about Fingon being asked if he's consider Life again and he says he has, but he'd like to wait for Maedhros first. He does not want to leave without Maedhros.

More spirits enter and he waits.

When asked again he is indeed ready for Life but it is disturbing to him that it as taken this long for Maedhros to find him. So he reaffirms that he is waiting, he will not leave without Maedhros.

Spirits come and some start to leave.

The asking stops, and in its place he is told: "it is to leave these halls", "you have lingered long enough", "you can feel the yearning for Life in you, go on, it's time to go". He always says the same: Not without Maedhros, not withouth Maedhros, not without Maedhros.

It seems impossible, but the population of the Halls actually seems to decrease.

And yet he waits. He waits until all of his family has walked out of those great, beckoning doors. He waits as his fellow spirits dwindle around him.

He waits, until he is alone in the vast, silent halls.

#in my heart of hearts it is second person pov #i don't know maybe Miriel can show up #Fingon #maedhros #russingon #<- but only in a sad way #middle earth #silmarillion #mandos #i hope it obvious but yes mae is in the void #my art #my words #<- wow can you belive that me writing something that is awfully close to fanfiction in the year of our 2024 #the silmarillion #fic idea #at risk of sounding arrogant if anyone does like this idea feel free to run with it #i would love to see anything you make (*/ω＼)

[libra-cant-just-dance]

Maybe that’s just a me thing but I HATE writing dancing it’s so hard

#I hate that they dance in Just Dance #it always sounds so stupid in writing #whenever I read a fic where someone writes them dancing and makes it not awkward I’m SO impressed #I just avoid it at all costs but I gotta do it briefly in this fic and it’s killing me #just dance #just dance 2023 #just dance 2024

[sagesolsticewrites]

The Stache Fic

Anto grows a mustache. You like it… a lot.

a/n: Happy Saturday, y’all 😊 How are we liking Manhunt so far?

Warnings: mature content (oral (f receiving), swearing, Anthony Boyle’s JWB Mustache (genuinely how the fuck did he make a Civil War-era stache look hot. I’m upset. Anthony how dare you.) (This is an 18+ fic! Minors begone!)

Word count: 1.5k

Masterlist

“Got it!”

Your boyfriend drops the dramatic pose he had pulled with a laugh, his smile widening as you turn your phone so he could see the result.

“Oh that’s goin’ on Insta for sure,” Anthony declares with a grin.

“Just remember to give me credit,” you tease with a playful poke at his arm.

“Wouldn’t dream of doing anything else, darling.”

He grins at you from across the table, the midmorning sun turning his brown eyes the prettiest shade of amber.

Your eyes latched onto the one new part of his appearance you hadn’t quite gotten used to yet.

The mustache he had grown for his latest role— a period drama miniseries on Apple TV.

“What is it, darling?” He asks, stroking the aforementioned facial hair nonchalantly.

“Nothing,” you say, pressing your thighs together.

You were out for a nice brunch with your boyfriend, you were not going to disrupt it by getting turned on by something as silly as a mustache. Even if it did look… very, very good on him…

You don’t realize you’re almost melting in your seat, bottom lip caught between your teeth, until Anto’s fingertips graze yours from across the table and you snap back to reality in time to see his eyes darken.

“Nothing… you sure about that, sweetness?” He says, and the way his eyes flick down to your lips then back up let you know you’ve been caught. “Y’know, I don’t think I’m quite that hungry anymore.” He says, briskly snapping his menu shut and setting it aside. “I’m thinking we should head home.”

“What—? Honey—”

He ignores your protests as the two of you stand, tossing a few bills onto the table to pay for your drinks and leaving you to give frantic apologies to the waitresses as you rush out.

“Anto, my love, what about breakfast? You need to eat—

“I’ll be fine,” he assures you as he leads you to the car.

“Besides,” he adds, scanning you up and down with a predatory look as he leans to whisper in your ear, “I’m sure I can find something much better to eat at home.”

A shiver runs through you at the implications of that, and you find yourself scrambling into the car despite your now-wobbly legs.

When you arrive home, you barely have time to toss your purse on the counter before you’re slammed against the now-closed door.

Anthony’s hands are firm on your hips, his body pressed flush against yours though his mouth remains frustratingly just out of reach.

“I know you said you liked the mustache before, angel,” he murmurs softly, “But I don’t think you were clear on exactly how much you liked it.”

He steps back for a moment, scanning your face as he taps your hip twice— a check-in.

You tap the back of his hand twice in return; you’re very okay with this, you want to keep going.

His mouth twitches up into a smile— as does that damn mustache— before stepping forward to cage you in once more.

“So,” he continues softly, pretty brown eyes locked on yours, “you gonna tell me?”

A soft whimper escapes you at the heat in his tone, and you find yourself rambling.

“Fuck, I like it so much, Anto, I like it so fucking much.”

“Hm.” He scans your face carefully, then lowers his mouth to hover just above your bare shoulder where the strap of your tank top has slipped off, “So you’ll like it when I do… this?”

His lips brush your skin, the coarse hair on his top lip adding to the sensation in ways that has wetness pooling between your thighs.

“Yes,” you breathe, “yes.”

“And this?”

His lips land on your neck next, and you once again respond in the affirmative as he leaves a series of pretty purple marks on your skin.

“What about this?”

His lips brush along your collarbone down to the tops of your breasts peeking out from the neckline of your shirt, accompanied by the light scratchiness of his mustache.

You gasp, nodding frantically as you momentarily lose the ability to form words.

His hands find the hem of your top, peeling you out of it in one swift motion. If you thought you were losing it at his lips on your neck, you were entirely unprepared for the feeling of his mouth latching onto your nipple, that fucking mustache brushing at the sensitive skin around it.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you keen, throwing your head back as his tongue swirls around you.

He pulls away with a pop to tend to your other breast, your legs turning to jello at the heated look in his eyes as you moan his name, your fingers raking through his soft curls.

Once you're almost completely weak in the knees from his ministrations, he pulls away and you barely have time to suck in a breath before his mouth crashes onto yours.

Your groan turns into a gasp, quickly swallowed by his mouth, as he effortlessly lifts you into his arms. Your mouths clash hungrily as he carries you to the bedroom, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.

“Fuck, Ant—” you groan as he lays you down on your bed, hovering over you as his lips travel deliciously over your body, peeling off your shorts and panties as he goes.

“What is it, angel?” He hums, pressing kisses to the valley between your breasts.

“Need your mouth on me,” you whine, trying to grind up into him to release the pressure in your core.

“My mouth is on you, darling,” he says, and you can feel the smug bastard smirking as he scatters kisses all along your stomach.

“I— shit, not— you know what I mean, Anto, please.” You beg, his lips traveling even lower to brush against your hipbone, his mustache tickling your skin as he moves.

He hums, his mouth moving lower, lower, lower…

You whine, fisting the sheets, as he stops just above where you want him.

“I like hearing you beg, sweetness.” He murmurs against your skin in a low tone that has every part of you turning to pure liquid, molten chocolate eyes meeting yours, “I think you should do it again. Just so I know exactly what you want.”

With a desperate moan, the words come tumbling out of you.

“Fuck, I— I want your mouth on my pussy, baby,” you whine, squirming under the heat of his gaze and the heat of his mouth pressing chaste kisses up and down your thighs, “Want you to eat me out, please.”

“Good girl,” he mumbles against you between kisses, working his way back up your thigh, “That’s all you had to say, darling.”

There’s a flash of something predatory in his eye, and then his mouth is on you— really on you.

His name leaves your mouth in a cry as he dives in, licking deep through your folds, that fucking mustache tickling at your most sensitive parts.

You gasp, hands flying to his hair as his thumb comes up to circle your clit, licking into you like a man starved.

He lets out a groan as you tug at his roots, his hand that’s not preoccupied with making you cum digging into your thigh to keep you still.

“Fuck, you taste fucking amazing, sweet girl,” he gasps against you, breath catching as you try to tug him impossibly closer, “Shit, you really wanted this, huh?”

You can only whine in response, rendered speechless by the tension building in your core. Anthony lets out a soft chuckle at your wordlessness, making your hips buck up at the feeling.

The only sounds in the room are Anto’s murmurs of praise and your gasps and whines and moans, until his tongue brushes a soft, spongy spot inside you and your world goes white.

You come back to yourself a shuddering, gasping mess, gripping your boyfriend’s hair like a lifeline.

Realizing the strength of your grip you quickly let go, chest heaving. Anthony presses a quick kiss to your overstimulated clit, making you jump, before lifting his head to face you.

A soft “fuck” escapes you as you take in his face: pretty mouth glistening, mustache damp with your release.

He climbs back up to lay next to you as you both catch your breath.

“So,” he asks, a cheeky grin lighting up his face, “you like the mustache, huh?”

“Shut up,” you swat playfully at his chest. “Yes, I do,” you say genuinely, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

“I’ll keep that in mind for when I’m between projects,” he laughs, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. “How about I go and make us some breakfast? As an apology for dragging you out of brunch.”

You shake your head, nuzzling into his neck, “Let’s just stay here for a bit.”

“Alright, my love,” he replies, smiling as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head, “Whatever you want.”

#this man has actually ruined me #who does he think he is getting me to write smut about his fucking mustache dkhgksh #anthony boyle #anthony boyle x reader #anthony boyle fic #anthony boyle smut #manhunt apple tv #manhunt 2024 #manhunt #my writing

[twistedappletree]

when you’re trying to get advice from your friends but you all share 1 collective braincell ✨🧠✨

#also this was for an idea given to me by #feralplantwife #where lsz intentionally kills jl with kindness to the point that he’s in constant crisis lmFAO #mdzs #the untamed #jin ling #lan jingyi #ouyang zizhen #fic wip #mdzs juniors #apple babble 🍎 #zhuiling musings #it’s Zizhen’s time to shine in this scene fr lmaoooo #also feralplantwife tried to tag but tumblrs being weird #anyhooooot #i am WRITING THE TH ING #actually think i might break my fic fast with this one since i haven’t posted anything new since 2024 started 👀 #junior shenanigans #i love writing junior banter fr it fuels me 😭

[topnotchquark]

From one older Italian man's ranch to another older Italian man's ranch 💅

#he's that hot girl that's never single #he did this for the dovquez warriors on tumblr.edu #if any of you write new dovquez fics make sure to send them to me #marc marquez #andrea dovizioso #gresini team launch 2024 #gresini racing #motogp

[amouress16]

Azurido Challenge Day 5: Childhood (aka Visiting Your Home, part one)

As Azul walks down the hall, he notices the many photos hung on the wall, starkly contrasting with the almost shiny looking wallpaper. It was impossible not to notice them, massive things almost as tall as the boy leading him through the space. They're family photos, he can tell right off. Each appear to be taken about a year apart, by the look of the child who grows up little by little between each image. It's on the sixth one he notices a shift, tension and unhappy faces. And in the next picture, as well as all the subsequent ones after, the ginger haired man is missing. ...suddenly it makes sense why Riddle never speaks of his father. What a thing to have in common, he thinks.

#twisted wonderland #twst #azurido #Azurid Challenge 2024 #azul ashengrotto #riddle rosehearts #twst azul #twst riddle #my art #fanart #digital art #artists on tumblr #I enjoy writing these little drabbles to add context to the art :3 makes me miss when I used to write fic

[erikahenningsen]

22. A french kiss/kiss with tongue

cc: @emilyjunk

Part 1 / Part 2

Last week, in Honors Ancient Greek Literature, Mr. Rapp had introduced them to the Myth of Sisyphus, and Regina had laughed.

You're laughing, Janis had texted Regina under her desk. Sisyphus is condemned to endlessly roll a boulder up a mountain and you're laughing.

Regina had gotten a stern admonishment from her teacher, but she couldn't find it in herself to care—not when she's in an eerily similar hell of her own making.

Here Regina is, at the base of the mountain, when Cady drops her backpack onto Regina's floor and says, "So Aaron did this weird thing this past weekend."

Regina, who has developed some warped Pavlovian response to the mention of Aaron—a mix of both anticipation and dread—raises her eyebrows in expectation.

"So we were kissing," Cady says, and Regina's heart rate picks up at the same time her stomach twists, "and he..." She pauses, making a face. "Licked me? Like on the lips. Is that normal?"

"Well, yeah," Regina says. "Have you never kissed someone with tongue before?"

Cady huffs. "You know I haven't."

"Right," Regina mutters, mostly to herself. "Well, I guess if you've never done it before, it would seem really weird."

"Yeah, I think he could tell I didn't know what was happening," Cady admits, running a hand through her hair. For some reason, she seems genuinely upset by this.

"I mean, if you don't like it, you don't have to do it," Regina says, although she can't imagine Aaron, the least confrontational person Regina has met in her entire life, forcing anyone to do anything.

"But I want to," Cady says earnestly and—okay, that kind of hurts.

Cady looks at her. Regina looks back.

"So..." Cady says, with a meaningful look. "Can we... practice?"

Regina should say no. She should really, really say no. She can't imagine a way that this ends that isn't very, very bad.

"Okay," Regina says.

She starts pushing the boulder up the mountain.

Cady comes to sit next to Regina on Regina's bed, then scoots a little closer, bracing one hand on the bed.

"Okay, um..." Regina murmurs, moving so they're close enough to be breathing the same air.

Cady places a hand on Regina's cheek with a confidence that makes Regina inhale sharply. She tries not to think about the experience that Cady has gained between when they first kissed and now.

Regina places her hands on Cady's waist and leans in, halting just before their lips touch to instruct, "So when you feel my tongue, just open your mouth a little bit."

Cady nods, barely perceptible, and Regina closes the distance between them.

Cady's lips are just as soft as Regina remembers, and she's almost embarrassed by the way she immediately feels hot, all over her body. For a moment, she forgets what she's supposed to be doing, lost in the feeling of Cady's lips slotted perfectly against hers.

Regina is suddenly aware of how nervous she is, even though she's been kissing boys with tongue since she was twelve. Carefully, as though Cady might suddenly change her mind and back away, she traces her tongue across the seam of Cady's lips.

Cady tenses, and for a second Regina thinks she might pull back, but then she parts her lips—a little too wide, so Regina gently guides her mouth closed a bit with a a hand on her jaw.

Regina tilts her head and brushes her tongue against Cady's. Somewhat unsurprisingly, Cady doesn't move, just keeps her lips parted exactly as instructed, so Regina strokes her tongue more purposefully, coaxing it to life.

Seeming to get the hint, Cady starts to respond, pressing a bit closer with a soft sound that Regina knows will be playing on a loop in her brain later. Regina traces the roof of Cady's mouth, sweeping in broad strokes, and is rewarded with the hand on her cheek sliding around to the back of her neck to pull her impossibly closer.

Experimentally, Regina retreats, but leaves her lips parted invitingly. For a moment, they sit their awkwardly breathing into each other's mouths, before Cady gets with the program and tentatively begins to explore Regina's mouth with her tongue.

It's like every fantasy Regina has desperately wished she never had has come to life, and all Regina can do is cling to Cady's waist as Cady's tongue dips lower to sweep over her bottom lip, then her top—and Regina lets her, frankly impressed that she hasn't passed out or started hyperventilating with how fast her heart is slamming into her ribs.

And then, totally without her permission, Regina moans, a deep sound originating in her chest expelled directly into Cady's mouth.

Regina pulls back abruptly, feeling her face start to burn. She looks anywhere but at Cady.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is heavy breathing.

"Wow," Cady says. Regina refuses to look at her, but she knows she looks beautiful. "Um, thanks."

"Yeah," Regina says, voice hoarse. "Anytime."

The boulder rolls back down the mountain.

#i guess i'm taking prompts by text now too #a lil homage to your fic angie <3 #cadina #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #mean girls the musical #regina george #cady heron #prompts #sleep eludes me so. here i am. writing cadina.

[feralshadowdemon]

for @skkbigbang-2023 with amazing art by jaylys !!

Chuuya looks up at the sky, a crack of thunder ripples through the air as a strike of lightning slams itself onto the earth. “The lightning sounds like more of a call than anything. Like a plea for me to return to the sky.” “Well,” Dazai stares at Chuuya's wings. “Tell the skies I'm not giving them their angel back after they themselves struck you.” “So poetic,” Chuuya snorts. “...I think I like being earthbound more, anyway.” ✦ yokohama feels like it never has storms, yet; dazai catches chuuya at fifteen during one.

#it's DONE good LORD why is it so LONG #bsd #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #skk #skk big bang 2023-2024 #skk big bang 2023 #skk big bang 2024 #soukoku #this event was actually really fun though and i met so many cool people!!!!!!!!!! also the artist i was paired with was so nice :(( #i'll save more rambling for the notes of chapter 2 of this fic . #me?? writing 17k+ words for an skk fic? more likely than you'd think. way more likely. all my fics with them are so long please help

[domokunrainbowkinz]

Anharion and Sarcean sketches 😌

#my art #sketches #dark rise #sarcean #anharion #idk I guess 2024 is the year I start posting all my doodles and sketches on tumblr instead of hoarding and hiding them #anyways welcome to the delusional part of my brain that knows they have matching earrings sarcean told me himself #im really regressing into my brainrot era fr #it comes without warning one day I sit down and read a book or watch something and next thing I know it’s wormed its way into my brain #and is making holes like a prion #like I was working ystd and my brain cooked up an entire minific about these 2 getting matching earrings #is this what’s gonna get me to start writing fic sgain #dark heir