Tumgik
#my fic link
chthonicarcher · 1 year
Text
Day 3: favorite relationship 🦀🍎
I wrote a silly coffee shop AU DaveKat fic based on tweets by @karkatbug LOL
featuring lovely illustrations by @biouxp!
881 notes · View notes
twicethetrouble · 13 days
Text
First half of next wednesday's chapter b/c it was either have a chapter that changes povs mid-chapter (which i hate doing in my own fics for some reason) or i do this, post 2 mini-chapters within the same week. so yeah. enjoy the mini-chapters
30 notes · View notes
littledreamling · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
A Thing With Wings: Chapter 1 | Dream x Hob | 2.9k words | Incomplete | Header made by @staroftheendless
The Endeles family was legendary. It was often said, with no small amount of awe, that horses were in their blood. It was also said (though far less often and with far more derision) that the Endeles were all born in barns, a sentiment that held a surprising amount of truth; the entire family’s social skills left much to be desired, and it wasn’t much of an exaggeration to say that each Endeles child was born, if not in a barn, then into one.
Indeed, almost every member of the Endeles family had made a name for themselves in the equestrian world, in one way or another. Chronos Endeles was a famous (and more often than not, infamous) horse trainer, his methods harsh and precise and far too effective. Nyx Endeles was a world-renowned dressage rider; perfectly poised and emotionless in every way, from her rod-straight back to her porcelain, loveless face. And almost every single one of their children had followed similar paths; if not exactly, at least parallel. Their names had been plastered across the pages of magazines from the moment Nyx left the hospital after each birth, the ever-growing line of children trailing behind. Each of them (and in the end, by the time Nyx and Chronos had realized that neither of them particularly liked children, there were seven of them) had grown up waddling through grassy pastures, had been placed in a saddle before they had learned to walk, had learned to count not on fingers but by the strides of a horse between jumps. They had been raised with no love that wasn’t for something shiny, colorful, and ribbon-shaped. Their lives revolved entirely around horses, around the sport, around the competition.
Right now, Death Endeles didn’t feel very legendary.
Read the rest on AO3!
102 notes · View notes
trudemaethien · 3 months
Text
We Live By This Code
Rated G, Gen, Commander Cody & Original Child Character (Also named Cody) Epistolary, friendship, brotherhood, coming of age fic, war, bg O66 happens, tcw era and imperial era, canonical clone deaths mentioned, massiffs and tookas
Written for @clonebang 2023, with art by kippysaurus!
Excerpts from some of Cody & Cody’s letters:
Your Mom has excellent taste in names, if I do say so myself. I am curious: if you were going to pick your own name, what would it be?
You don't need to answer that if you don’t want to.
I told my Mom what you said about her having good taste and she laughed really hard for a long time. I think if I had to pick a name it would be …
—[several lines of scribbled out, completely illegible scratches]—
Wow, this is a really really super hard question! I don’t know any good names unless they are already someone’s name, and I don’t want to be like anyone else. Cody is a good name and I’m glad it’s mine and that it’s yours. How did you choose it? I’m going to ask my Mom how she picked it too. Did you ever name anyone else, like maybe one of your little brothers?
Read on AO3 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/52878097
14 notes · View notes
babygirllinds · 1 year
Text
ao3 masterlist
Top Gun
Tom “Iceman” Kazansky/Pete “Maverick” Mitchell
Danger is Calling my Name - explicit/oneshot
— “When Ice told Maverick that he was dangerous, he wasn't lying. The man flew too close to the edge, never once following the rules set in the parameters of the mission. But when Ice said those words, he held an entirely different meaning in mind.”
happiness - explicit/oneshot (background Slimav relationship)
— Maverick’s relationship with Ice throughout the years.
Merry Christmas - explicit/oneshot
— “Ice has never really liked Christmas, but he thinks that maybe he could learn to like it as long as he has Maverick by his side.”
say you’ll be my wife tonight - explicit/oneshot
— "I've been thinking about how pretty of a wife you'd be for me."
seduction plan: failed? - explicit/oneshot
— Maverick uses his best pants to seduce the Iceman. It fails. So he brings out the big guns: the short shorts.
kitten - explicit/oneshot
— Where Pete wears a collar, calls Tom daddy, and has intense feelings of emptiness that can only be sated one way… with Tom’s cock.
Let me Teach you a Lesson or Two - explicit/multi-chapter (ongoing)
— college!au (long-hair bratty mav + dominant tutor ice)
Tom “Iceman” Kazansky/Ron “Slider” Kerner/Pete “Maverick” Mitchell
lend a helping hand - explicit/two-shot
— A/B/O smut: Ice and Slider are good bros who just want Maverick to not be in pain during his heat… they also might have feelings for him and their help isn’t entirely selfless.
I saw him first - explicit/two-shot
— Slider saw Maverick first and was immediately attracted to him. Here’s the kicker though… Ice also wants Maverick. They come to a mutual understanding.
Ron “Slider” Kerner/Pete “Maverick” Mitchell
piercing pleasure - explicit/two-shot
— Maverick doesn’t believe Slider when he boasts about his dick size. Ice sets him right. Along with exposing that Slider has a cock piercing… and the fact that he has feelings for Maverick.
there is happiness - explicit/oneshot (background Icemav relationship)
— sequel to happiness/takes place in Slider’s POV.
The Magicians
Quentin Coldwater/Eliot Waugh
Illicit Affairs - explicit/oneshot
— Where Eliot and Quentin are in love, but neither know how to cope with their feelings. So, instead they end up fucking in secret, because what’s better than ignoring the obvious?
Happy Birthday, Q - explicit/oneshot
— "Let me make you forget your sadness for tonight, Q," Eliot's words were muffled as his kisses made their way to his ear, tongue dipping in slightly. "Let me make you forget tonight and give you a memorable birthday, sweet boy."
If the World Was Ending - mature/oneshot
— In which an earthquake happens and Eliot realizes just how much he misses Quentin.
Quentin Coldwater/Margo Hanson/Eliot Waugh
Thinking of You + 1 - explicit/oneshot
— Missing scenes from Season 1 of The Magicians. Quentin has harbored feelings for Eliot for a while and the threesome has brought them to light.
IT (Stephen King)
Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier
Like a Prayer - explicit/oneshot
— In which it’s Richie’s birthday and Eddie just wants to worship his boyfriend’s dick.
Devil in an Angel’s Disguise - explicit/oneshot
— "Eds... literally fuck me all to hell," Richie's eyes glazed over, darkening from brown to almost black, "you're not wearing anything underneath that little skirt, are you?”
86 notes · View notes
stevieschrodinger · 1 year
Text
“Go ahead,” Steve says, handing Eddie a shoe box full of cassette tapes. Eddie doesn’t do much more than skim the top layer; he knows he’s not going to like anything in this box. Steve laughs happily at Eddie’s wrinkled up nose, “I figured by the shirt you might not like anything I listened to.”
Eddie pulls out a tape; Bruce Springsteen. He puts it back, and digs a little deeper.
Okay, Fleetwood Mac is…passable. Tusk is…an okay album, he guesses. Might not be his thing exactly, but at least he can, objectively, understand why people like it.
“So, what do you do?”
“Starting with the heavy hitting questions, huh? You want to know my favorite color?”
Steve makes a noise that Eddie would class as a guffaw, “bet it’s black.”
Eddie picks demonstrably at the black polish on his nails, “nah man, I just dress like this so I don’t have to separate my laundry.”
Steve snorts a surprised laugh, clearly delighted, and Eddie’s guts go a bit warm in a way he can’t really identify. He knows he likes it though. Usually people don’t like his snark; but making Steve laugh is…feels nice. Good. Takes his mind off where he is and where he’s going and how he got here. Calms his trembling hands, which is probably Steve’s plan. Eddie already knows that’s the sort of thing Steve would do; he’s so obviously good.
37 notes · View notes
dodger-chan · 1 year
Text
Well, I have been in a bit of an angst mood of late, but also a productive one, so have another fic.
The Opposite of Love
Summary: “Shit, I think that’s my parents.” Steve’s voice was a harsh whisper. Eddie hadn’t heard anything over the low sound of the television, but he generally trusted people to be attuned to the comings and goings of their own family. Eddie would bet that skill had come in handy all the time in high school. “Do you want to hide or freak them out?”
“Oh, freak them out, definitely,” Eddie whispered back without hesitation.
Eddie meets Steve's parents. It doesn't go anything like he would have expected.
Thanks and credit to @sharpbutsoft for her editing assistance, and encouragement, getting me to pull this one back out and finish it.
33 notes · View notes
chthonicarcher · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I took an outtake I still liked from Chapter 3 of All of Our Days (which I am still working on atm!!) and made it into a mini-comic 🐛
260 notes · View notes
twicethetrouble · 2 months
Text
I promised i'd post it last week, but last week was very busy. So here's the start of this now. : )
37 notes · View notes
littledreamling · 1 year
Text
In Sickness and In Health
Dream hadn’t seen Hob in three days.
In the Waking, that wasn’t an unusual occurrence. They had been dating (if such a casual word could encompass the relationship that Dream of the Endless and the immortal Hob Gadling shared with each other) for seven months, and there were still stretches of days or weeks where they didn’t see hide nor hair of each other in the waking world. It also wasn’t unusual for Hob to be absent from the Dreaming for a night here or there; he was a professor after all, and an immortal one at that. A night of sleeplessness affected him about as much as it affected the students in his classes; it was fairly rough the next day, but he ultimately bounced back with a few extra hours of rest the next night. No, the issue was that Dream hadn’t seen Hob in the Dreaming in three days.
Everybody dreams. It’s a widely accepted fact in just about every psychological circle on the face of the planet, though it had taken almost the entirety of human history for philosophers and psychologists to stumble upon the discovery. It was a journey that Dream had watched with great bemusement. Whether or not they remember those dreams is another story entirely, but the fact remains: as soon as someone slips from consciousness to unconsciousness, as soon as their mind shuts down (or wakes up) long enough to drop into the blissful slumber of REM sleep, they appear in Dream’s realm, ready to accept whatever the King of Dreams and his host of creations projected into their subconscious.An unintended (though not unappreciated) consequence of this fact was that Dream was intimately aware of every single person in his realm at any given time, and while he hadn’t personally visited Hob in the Dreaming every single night (contrary to the opinions of his two younger siblings, he does have important work to do), he had at least been aware of his presence, like a slight tingle in the back of his mind; not so much of a distraction as a comfort. But for the past three nights, Hob had been suspiciously (and slightly worryingly) absent from the Dreaming.
Read the rest on AO3!
Tag List:
@msmongoose
@staroftheendless
@kenziescott2000
@xheart4sale
@crazyfishlover
@theheadlessphilosopher
@307oz
@lokitura
@lemurianstarship
114 notes · View notes
trudemaethien · 7 months
Note
longshot/sgt fox + turn
immediate thoughts: coruscant rush hour traffic and watchman bent bullet trajectories, kennedy conundrum, parkour
aaaaand i just realized this said SGT fox dammit dammit dammit OK u get a bonus (under the cut), while I go write the right Fox smdh@myself
“I know 501st is our companion battalion and all, and I do want to see those yahoos again, I do, but at the cost of having to hot-bunk? Sheesh, haven’t had to trade off a bed with a brother in a hot minute.”
“Oh, quit your bitching, Longshot, because if the logs officer hears you he might assign you to share with someone who farts uncontrollably, or wets the bed or something,” Trapper teased loudly, grinning. “Oh look, it’s your turn. Wish ya luck!” With that he gave Longshot a shove up to the billeting window.
The logs officer, who had a side-shave and a little neutral symbol tattooed on their face peeping out from the fall of curls across their other cheek, glanced up at him and passed a smaller-than-usual stack of bedding out of the window. “Your five-oh-first partner has the rest and is already in residence,” they intoned with the air of having already said it a hundred times and planning on scores more. “3-76 in ba—hang on—“
But Longshot had already snatched up the auto-printed tag of flimsi. “3-76 in bay 22, what’s the matter with it?” he inquired with an edge of suspicion.
The logs officer sat on their hands and looked like they’d been dared to shoot the extremely salty, sour undiluted electrolytes from a ration packet. “Nothing,” they said tersely, impatiently.
“Uncontrollable farting? Pees the bed?” Longshot pressed, and the logs guy bit back a smile in spite of themself. They’d definitely heard Trapper giving him a hard time.
“So…?”
“Nothing,” they repeated. “Just, ah, recognized my own bunk number—I promise I’m not some yahoo who makes a mess, don’t worry. You’re not weird or gross or anything either, are you?”
“Depends,” said Longshot flirtatiously, leaning on the window’s pass-through ledge, “on just what weird kind of mess you mean.” He winked reassuringly.
Behind him Trapper groaned.
“Hm,” the trooper said, noncommittal.
“You got a name, new bunkmate?”
“What’ll it take for you to turn that tag back over to me?” they countered.
“Your name,” Longshot insisted, pushing his luck.
They stared at him for a moment, considering. “You’re holding up the line,” they finally said, prim as anything. “I’ll find you later, I’m sure. Move along.”
Smirking, Longshot stepped off. “Well, you know where I sleep.”
Hot-Bunk, Bunkmate 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51632134
Bonus (cdr fox):
“I said you could fill out your ranks with shinies, Two-Four, not kriffing Jedi, you absolute cheat!
“I did not! And kark off with that number bullshit, Tenten. In front of my men?”
“What the hell do you call this, then?” Fox gestured to the impossible marked trajectory, motions abrupt and infuriated. “There is no way in the realm of un-force-assisted physics that a trooper could pull off a longshot like that.”
“Oh, I like that,” said an awed voice behind Fox and he whirled to see the starry-eyed shiny listening in—not that he was being particularly circumspect in his tirade. “Can that be my name, Commander? Longshot?”
“No,” said Fox direly in the same breath as Cody overruled him.
His voice was fond and approving and full of shit. “Of course it can, it’s an excellent name, ‘37,” Cody said without looking at Fox.
The newly named Longshot did, however. “Thank you, sir, it really is—a good name and a high compliment.”
“It was not a compliment,” Fox grumbled. “You special in the head?”
“No, sir, no, of course not, forgive me” the kid said, still mostly unsubdued but at least trying to act respectful.
“I’ll —maybe— consider forgiveness, if you can explain to me in detail how the kriff you got it to turn like that?!”
“Certainly,” Longshot said, cheeky again, “over a cuppa caf?” No ‘sir’ now, was this punk flirting?
The absolute audacity.
Not many people knew what an unfortunate blusher Fox was and the tally had just gone up. Fox decidedly didn’t look at Cody who was definitely smirking like a vat-reject.
“Make it something stronger,” Fox said, grappling his dignity back under control, “and you’ll be the one paying, Longshot.”
If he’d gotten one illogical shot to hit an improbable target, why not let him go for another?
Bullet Bending 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51632269
28 notes · View notes
babygirllinds · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
moodboard to go along with my fic:
44 notes · View notes
fmtomiko · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
Another chapter is up! The epilog to Act 1!
See what Azula and Ty Lee are up to!
In addition to finishing the first act, here's a little sneak peak of commission I'm getting done.
@cosmicdraghon is an amazing artist! Check 'em out! ❤❤❤
101 notes · View notes
etovest-archived · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media
Adam's rib, under palms
Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply.
Are you interested in stories about two isolated lonely men, one of which dreams of being nothing while the other wishes he could fill empty spaces with everything? How about stories of men trying to be humans, the importance of 80s movies, and the addicting feeling of being wanted? Then this might be the story for you!
13 notes · View notes