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police - c. seungcheol

»police!¡Choi Seungcheol x fem!¡reader.

»Summary: Where Choi Seungcheol always comes home late and you can’t stand it anymore.

»Tags: smut (MDNI), oral (m. f. receiving), pet names, establish relationship, police seungcheol, innuendo (it’s for the plot), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, body worship, mention of stretch mark, scars, etc, dom!seungcheol, sub!reader.

»Words: 3.1k

note: This is my first time witting something completely on English so forgive my horrific gramar, and spealing and everything. ^^

note 2: Any typo or incoherence that you might find was completely intentional, it’s for the sake of learning about my mistakes. Please cut me some slack 🫠

The hours passed slowly on the clock, the second hand seemed to go slower and slower as if the minutes took years.

You were so sick of your boyfriend's nightshifts, you couldn't see him anymore, couldn't hug him, kiss him nor he could fuck you dumb like he used to do until not so long ago, you missed him at home.

You kept waiting for him laying on your bed, missing his touch, his scent, his kisses, how he used to caress your body with his long and thick fingers like you were the most beautiful piece of art he had ever seen. And more than anything, you miss the sex. You swear you could feel his mouth kissing your lips, cheeks, your neck, your belly, and that place so private that he knew like the palm of his hand.

You couldn't help but bring Seungcheol's white t-shirt close to your nose, so you could smell his musky scent, it felt like he was on top of you, locking you against the mattress.

Your fingers quickly touched your lips and take the same route that your boyfriend's lips were used to do over your soft and warm skin, with delicate touches your hand was now in between your thighs, and you didn't lose any time to start giving that little bud of nerves attention, while you smelt Seungcheol's scent, just as if it was him the one touching you. 

Soft moans started to escape your mouth and by the moment your hand slid inside your panties to caress your sticky folds and stimulate more the bud you were doomed. The clock marked 1 a.m. and the front door opened religiously like every night. The heavy footsteps were loud in the hall, but you were so into pleasing yourself that you forgot about your partner's time of arrival. 

Seungcheol stood still in the frame of the door, paralyzed, with one foot in and the other out of the room, looking at how his girlfriend was masturbating while sniffing his white shirt, which was so up onto her stomach that he could see her panties where her hand had adventure. He slammed the door so loudly that you couldn't help but jump in your bed, getting out of your hands up, and looking immediately to the door you felt so relieved, he looked so hot in his police uniform and watching you with lust and desire in his eyes.

He smirked with those plump and cherry-colored lips that you love. "What are you doing all by yourself babe?" asked, his black curly hair moving softly as he stood in front of you, his knees touching the bed.

You nimble onto your lower lip as he was so close that you could smell his musky scent mixed with sweat. "Is just that you haven't been around so much, I missed you" You got closer to the end of the bed sitting with both your legs on each side of your boyfriend, daring to rest your head on his hip feeling your mouth water because of the proximity of your face with his cock.

"Is that so?" one of his thick and dark brows was furrowed looking down on you and you just nob with your head still resting on his hip " Mmh, I see, it seems like I spent too much time outside, but you know I'm working, right, sweetie? if you wanted my cock so bad you could have told me before '' your boyfriend's expression was blank, he looked so serious, still you knew he was just being sulky because you were masturbating alone and didn't tell him that you were needy.

You lifted your head to put your jaw on Seungcheol's abdomen gripping each side of his hips with your hands "Don't get mad, Cheolie" you said while holding tighter onto his hips and pounding. 

Your boyfriend didn't say a word and just folded his arms to look into a dead point in the room, you couldn't help but crack a little laugh and decided to get up and turn causing Seungcheol to do the same, once he had the bed behind him, you pushed and make him fall sat in the bed. 

Seungcheol looked at you with a furrowed eyebrow and a slight smile, when you kneeld in front of him, with one hand in one of his thighs so close to his pelvis that it felt like fire in his skin.    

"Mister officer, I've been such a bad girl" You squished his thick thighs a little hard and continued to say "As my punishment, would you like me to polish your gun?" The double meaning of the words made your boyfriend laugh. 

"Sorry, I left my gun at the station, but if you polish another thing I don't have a problem, sweetheart" A flirty smile appeared on his face and you nodded excitedly.  

You gave him a sweet kiss on the jaw and untuck his work shirt from the pants starting to unbutton slowly the fabric while you were giving soft and humid kisses across his bare chest, you listened to his soft moans and by the time you finished unbuttoning his shirt, your jaw felt the cold hardness of his buckle. 

You quickly got your hands on his belt and unbuckle it, getting even his pants unzipped in record time, finally seeing the black fabric of his boxers, one finger outlined his hard cock and when it got to the tip, you shoved your hand inside his boxers, feeling the hot and heavy cock of Seungcheol, making your mouth water. 

You took the extension of your boyfriend's dick and slowly began to circularly caress his tip with your thumb, gently pressing the sensitive area. The sensation of his slick skin in your hand was quite exquisite,  Seungcheol's head was tilted while looking at you with tired eyes feeling so good by you jerking him off. 

Your hand started to go up and down faster and harder, making the tip leak white liquid which was dripping down the vein side, lubing all your work making it easier and more pleasant for your boyfriend. 

A throaty moan came out of his mouth, it felt so good. 

You licked your lips, helping you with your other hand, tugging his work pants and his underwear, immediately he raised his hips, finally taking the last of Seungcheol's clothes off. 

His hardness raised proud, slapping against his bare and toned abdomen, his cock was perfect, with the angry red color of the tip, making you gasp. 

Your face got closer and your spit got to his dick, making it more lubed.

Your thumb was massaging the tip while the palm of your hand continued to caress the rest of his cock. You stroke a little hard his tip and felt your panties get slick because of the delicious groan that Seungcheol just left you hear, you could taste his throaty moans every time your face got close enough for him to feel your hot breath in his length. 

You both locked eyes and your boyfriend's looked glassy, the desire could not be overlooked, and you wanted it as much as he craved it.  

Your lips were so close that he could feel your thick and warm breath on his cock, you gave a loud kiss on the tip, and you heard him groan and scoff at the same time, making you smile too, your tongue gave a kitten-like lick to the slit savouring the salty taste of his precum before you go head down trying to take all of his cock in your mouth, feeling the veins of his dick and the tip meets with the back of your throat.    

Even though you have sucked him many times throughout the five years of relationship you just couldn't get used to the thickness of Seungchoel's dick, but that would never stop you, a scuffed moan slipped from your mouth knowing that you boyfriend would enjoy the vibration and the sound of your mouth stuffed with his dick. 

You could feel his balls against your jaw while deep-throating your boyfriend, he didn't waste a second and started to fuck your mouth slowly with you accompanying his movements, your eyes started to water and as much as you wanted to keep watching the glorious expression of ecstasy on Seungcheol's face, you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore, just letting him get off in your mouth.  

The cusses and moans didn't stop coming from your boyfriend', the delicious sensation of your hot and wet mouth on his cock was just another level of torture for him.

Your boy was so close to cum in your mouth but that didn't stop him from asking if he could do it "Babe" his voice sounded hoarse and a groan scape when you sucked the tip a little too hard. 

You already knew what he meant when he called you, you could feel his dick twitching in your mouth, and even though you were always happy to swallow his cum, he asked every time without fail and for you that is as sweet as him buying you a big bouquet of flowers. 

You batted your lashes as a response and with a blurry vision you looked at how his jaw got tight while he let his head fall, you continued sucking him and when you felt the tip touch the back of your throat he let out such a guttural and lewd groan that had to press your thighs together knowing that you were sopping wet in your own arousal. 

Sungcheol grabbed your head softly but still, his grip was steady, he bucked his hips up slowly chasing his orgasm, and finally with a hoarse moan of your name he emptied his load down your throat, the cum spilling a little from the sides of your mouth mixed with your spit.

You gave him the brightest smile he has ever seen you put while sitting in his lap and giving him a kiss letting him taste himself on your tongue. 

His lips are sweet and addictive, his big hands grabbing your hips steady so close to his own body, you could feel his warm dick picking your belly angrily, making you anxious. 

He brushed his lips on your cheek and started to give a wet kiss on your jaw going down on your neck, his long fingers taking your shirt off, finally, he got to see you only in your panties. 

His kisses came down  to your collarbone, the place where he was very into, leaving small hickeys, some of them will be gone in some hours, while the others will be a red-purplish colour by tomorrow. 

The trip of his lips continued and now he left a kiss just above one of your nipples, making you gasp, his lips wrapped your little bud and he sucked and licked with a maddening pace. You grew impatient while trying to get more, moving your hips closer to him. 

And like it was some kind of ancestral tongue, he already knew what you wanted.

The heavy feeling of his cock over your clothed cunt made you let out a guttural moan. Seungcheol raised above you and grabbed your thighs tightly, getting up from the edge of the bed and spinning to get you in the middle of the mattress, his face now cuddled in your neck smelling your sweet perfume mixed with your arousal.       

He traced a line of soft kisses along your abdomen until he got to the elastic of your underwear, his thumbs dared to tuck into the elastics and pull them down slowly while his eyes were stuck in your dripping cunt.  

Once your panties got to your ankles they went straight to the other side of the room with the blink of an eye getting lost in the darkness of the room. 

He took your ankle and raised it close to his face, now starting to give kisses until he got so close to your cunt that you could feel his hot breath. The little kitten-like licks over your clit were so sudden that a loud whimper escaped your mouth without your consent. 

"Always so needy for me," Seungcheol said while sucking on the little bud of nerves.  

The sheets were crumpled in your fists and your back was so arched that you felt as if you were about to break, while Seungcheol keep licking and sucking like there was no tomorrow, his tongue fondle your clit when two of his thick and long fingers pushed inside your sopping cunt, you couldn't help but to let out a whine because of the sudden intrusion. 

One more finger join inside of you and he had you screaming in pleasure, the digits worked on your velvet gummy walls skilfully, a third finger was present while starting to finger-fuck you roughly.

A fireball was starting to develop in your belly, making your whole body tense up, your body started to shake in anticipation, a strangled cry left your mouth when you finally hit your desired climax, your insides were sucking and throbbing against his fingers, he help you ride through your hight still fucking you, when your completely limp in your bed he takes his fingers out and his wet hand full of you ecstasy went directly to his mouth were he didn't doubt taste your arousal, like it was his first meal in weeks. 

"You are so perfect, my love" his eyes looked at you shining, so in love, he kissed you so desperately and eagerly, and your heart felt heavy, how could you not love this man?

His hands run over your body sweetly, with love and care, lining all the "imperfections" of your body, the ones he loved so much because they were part of you, all the scars, the stretch marks, everything that made you feel uneasy, it still couldn't fit in his head, how is that something like that could make you feel bad about yourself?, he liked them all, because they are part of you, the person he loves the most in the world, the one that make him feel a fucking zoo, that one that makes him wanna cry cause he just can't believe you are his.  

He gave you a bright smile and then a kiss, so soft, it was just your lips touching, like two preschoolers, only feeling the closeness and the warmth of your lips. A taciturn kiss without any kind of morbid desire. 

He looked into your eyes and thought that they were similar to the galaxy full of shining stars, crossed his mind, he was in love, hypnotised. He asked for permission with his gaze and you with a softened heart couldn't refuse. 

Seungcheol was between your legs, with your thighs on each side of his hips, running his fingers in your skin softly and finally aligning his fat-dripping tip with your leaking cunt, he slide slowly inside of you looking at how your eyes were closed shut, and started to pant, once his thick and heavy cock was completely inside of you he didn't move at all, 'cause even though the prepared you, he was to much and it felt like you were about to break. He kissed you on your cheeks, and your forehead, in your lips and nose, and you couldn't help but laugh feeling sincerely happy.  

He put his arms on each side of your head, his hips jerk up a little, hearing you moan silently.

He felt your hips move, looking for more friction and he couldn't help but chuckle because of your impatience, he grabbed your waist, and his grip was sturdy and it felt so strong that you were sure, by tomorrow his hands will be painted in a purplish colour on your skin. 

Your hips were pinned down on the bed, unable to move, while he kept  slow and short thrusts, with an almost inhuman rhythm, he was rejoicing on your moans and the warm embrace and exquisite feeling of your velvety walls on his cock. 

Seungcheol kept lugging at a slow pace for a while until he couldn't take it anymore and the movement became faster and messy, it felt almost animalistic, he was so deep inside you that you could feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix exquisitely. 

Your moans were drowned in each other's mouths, kissing like there was no tomorrow, like it was the last time you were going to be together. 

You felt him hit that one spot that always had you howling in pleasure and it always impresses you how something so primitive like having sex makes you go so dumb because that was what your boyfriend was doing, fucking you dumb, but it was far more impressive how even after being together for such a long time, he's always able to make you feel even better, maybe you were just to in love or Seungcheol was just to good at fucking you. 

Your belly tightened and your boyfriend's ramming didn't stop or even slowed down, the mattress crashing with the wall more loudly every time, echoing with the obscene and wet sound in the room.  

You both could feel in the high of your climax, a caravan of fireworks exploding inside of you, and after whining loud Seungcheol's name like it was a mantra you could be fucking sure that your neighbors will not forget his name again and they will not call him police boy gain.  

After a few seconds, he finally pulled out carefully and threw himself beside you trying to ease up his breath.

You both looked into each other's eyes and couldn't help but laugh, the harmonious sound filling the room. You were sweaty and tired and you smelt like sex, but you definitely were more relaxed, even though you couldn't stop laughing because the situation was pretty hilarious. 

"I think I should forget more about you coming home at 1 am," you said happily. 

"I think you should polish my gun more often" proposed Seungcheol, closing his eyes and nodding for himself, a punch in his shoulder made him move his face to look at you. 

"It's not a bad idea" he said while laughing widely and you couldn't help but laugh too. 

"Stupid officer"

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Fic Finder

Feb 24th

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1. Eyyyy it's me boyfriend XD (eyyyyy hello again 😊 - Mod C)

I'm here for a fic (I think it's a time travel fic) that I forgot the name of. All I remember is a scene where a village in Lotus Pier was flooded and Yanli, Jiang Cheng, and Wei Ying went to aid the people. Lan Zhan and Jin Zixuan also tagged along but Lan Zhan is openly courting Wei Ying on that fic while Jin Zixuan is being himself

And that's sadly all that I remember 😔. Thank you!

FOUND? This is probably a stretch but #1 isnt And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 139k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Healing, Mental Health Issues, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JYL, Getting Together), is it?

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2. There was this fic I read sometime ago and it was about how lan Wangji accidentally uses silencing spell on wwx too hard that wwx isn't able to open his mouth again and lan Wangji isn't able to lift the spell. It's during the cloud recesses study arc and the major issues with the permanent silencing spell is that Wei Wuxian isn't able to even eat anything and he can't practice inedia fir long. Please find this fic?

FOUND? 🧡 Couldn't Scream Couldn't Shout by mermorgie (T, 42k, WIP, WangXian, Not for jc stans, i tried to not bash jc too much but like, Muteness, Sign Language, references to selective mutism, Homophobic JC, canon jc characteristics, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Anxiety Attacks, Pining, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Supportive Sibling LXC, JZX Tries, LQR Tries, Protective JZX, Scheming NHS, Bisexual JZX, LWJ is Bad at Communicating, WWX Has ADHD, Autistic LWJ, WWX Has a Fear of Dogs, Jiāng Family Bashing)

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3. hi !! this is for ficfinder, i'm looking for this modern au with crime elements ?? i think wwx is a thief/pickpocket, and lwj and the lan clan are organised crime ish but art associated. lsz and ljy were also heavily featured as mentees of lwj, wwx makes a playlist. it was multi-chap, probs over 30k. they correspond over email quite a bit, and it's set in multiple cities, there's an entire chap where they talk to each other in logical fallacies and friere is quoted. tysm !!

FOUND! (i’ve got) trouble in mind by seularen (E, 76k, wangxian, JGY/LXC, modern w magic, heist au, thief WWX, forger LWJ, consigliere JGY, epistolary, long-distance relationship, d/d elements, Canon wangxian kinks, happy ending)

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4. Brain cannot brain rn so I need you guys' help finding a fic

So like, it was a Canon divergent fic where wwx submitted himself to the clans and was ordered to be cleansed of resentful energy in order to... prove he wasn't corrupted? Something like that? For the Wens? And it was ritual dual cultivation. He was sent blindfolded to a room so he couldn't tell who it would be (it was lwj, of course.) Wwx knew it wouldn't exactly work cuz he didn't have a core, but he did it anyway.

There was a second.... part? Chapter? The was from Lwj's pov of after, where he finds out about the core, then JC? A Jiang disciple? Shows up to tell them to get their asses to the conference hall because JGS is being JGS and this whole thing was mostly just a distraction

That's all I can remember, thanks for the help!

Hi 👋 4 from the latest fic finder, a friend on discord found the fic I was looking for! It was 'the meaning of the ritual' by newamsterdam

FOUND! the meaning of the ritual by newamsterdam (E, 8k, wangxian, Explicit Sexual Content, Blindfolds, Light Bondage, Ritual Sex, Canon Divergence, Let LWJ Fuck the YLLZ 2k19, First Time Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Porn with Feelings)

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5. I'm hoping you can help me find a fic.I haven't had any luck searching for it. I think it's a time travel fic. At one point it's during the Cloud Recesses classes. Jiang Fengmian is the Chief Cultivator and comes to talk to Jiang Cheng. They're talking in Nie Huaisang's room and he and Lan Xichen are standing outside it. Jin Zixuan walks by talking loudly about Jiang Yanli in a really rude way and Jiang Fengmian hears him and comes out to confront him. Any help would be appreciated!

FOUND! We'll Build A Dynasty (one the heavens can't shake) by One_eyed_God (T, 66k, wangxian, WQ & WWX, WN & WWX, JYL & WWX, canon typical Jiang family dynamics, BAMF WWX, Canon JC Characteristics, POV Outsider, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Relationship, WWX is a Wēn, Sect Leader WWX, Genius WWX, The Casual Intimacy of Hand-Holding, A Love Letter to WWX, Minor JYL/LXC, Not JC Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It) the scene described happens about a third of the way into the first chapter

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6. Hello and I hope I'm doing this right. I remember this fic that's set in the modern setting and mo xuanyu is recently married (engaged?) To lan zhan but wei ying takes over the body and then just decides to follow along. Lan Zhan ends up finding out that it's a different soul and ends up falling in love with him. I don't remember the name and I hope you can find it if it's not deleted. Thank you! @nightshade2017

FOUND! Write It on My Neck by diamondbruise (E, 23k, wangxian, A/B/O, Transmigration, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Fake Marriage, Falling In Love, Jealousy, Happy Ending, Anal Sex, Spanking, usual wangxian cnc elements, Misunderstandings)

is it a transfiguration as opposed to resurrection?

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7. hello! love what you’re doing with the blog! i need help finding a fic: i remember it was lqr pov and at one point lwj left the lan sect behind to go to the burial mounds and lqr and some other elders go to investigate and find o ur lwj and wwx married and adopted a gaggle of children. i remember lqr nagging on lwj for disrespecting lan rules bcs he was wearing like too many adornments and spoiling the kids. also the rabbits had their own pen in there.

FOUND? 🔒 Unpack Your Heart by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (T, 22k, wangxian, Romance, Everybody Lives, Canon Divergence, LWJ Has Feelings, Protective LWJ, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, Wangxian in Love, YLLZ WWX, Lan Clan Elders are Assholes, Minor Transgender Character, Qiongqi Path Divergence, LWJ loves his bunnies)

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8. Hello! I'm looking for a fic which I cannot remember the name of. The main things I remember are that Meng Yao stays for the Cloud recesses lectures and roommates with Nie Huaisang. The only scene I can remember is Nie Huaisang ends up mudering a Jin disciple who tried to kill Meng Yao with a rope. Wei Wuxian ends up finding them afterwards and getting help right after.

FOUND? somewhere to belong by KouriArashi (T, 62k, LXC/JGY, JGY & NHS, wangxian, JGY & WWX, Canon Divergence, Friendship, Developing Relationship, Families of Choice, Class Issues, Bullying, Light Angst, Politics, Eventual Plot, Happy Ending)

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9. Hello, I am looking for a fic where Wei Wuxian is not brought into the body of Mo Xuanyu. Rather a random cultivator does the ritual instead as revenge for killing his family in the nightless city. His terms are for Wei Wuxian to despair, so naturally WWX finds Lan Wangji and falls in love only for the ritual wounds to start trying to kill him for not despairing. He nearly loses his arm before they figure out how to save him. Happy ending.

There's also a few bits about WWX trying to get the sword of his body's og owner to come around and work with him. @shinyobsessed

FOUND! A Storm of Laughter in the Stillness of the Jingshi by OnlyMeAndMyBones, 2nd in series (T, 74k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LXC & WWX, angst w happy ending, hurt/comfort, injury, recovery, mental illness, depression, PTSD, rehabilitation, slow burn, empathy, guilt, forgiveness, suicidal thoughts)

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10. Hi! Can someone help me find this fic, please?

Lan Wangji is a post-war-soldier and nowadays is actually helping people to adopt a therapeutic “bunnie”. A man named Wei Ying goes there trying to find a bunnie to adopt, lwj get supper mad because this “man” is loud and disastrous and ask (order) him to go out of there. Later he learns with lxc that “Wei Ying” is actually Wei Wuxian, one of the most dangerous people from the war.

Lwj gets sad about his treatment towards wwx, because both of them are very traumatized by the war. That’s the beginning for their future relationship. It’s setting in modern setting too.

Thank you! @weicongee

FOUND? Recovery by Unforth (G, 27k, WangXian, Modern AU, Rabbit Breeder LWJ, Veteran LWJ, Veteran WWX, PTSD, therapy animals, Therapy Rabbits, LWJ is an Asshole Sometimes, Doctor WQ, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Former Prisoner of War WWX, LXC is a Good Brother, Gray Asexual LWJ, Anxiety Disorder)

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11. Hi hi! There's a modern au fic I'm looking for that I can't find no matter how many tag searches I do! It's a modern au where wwx gets drunk and sad bc he loves lwj and he doesn't think he cares for him back. Nhs calls lwj for a rise home for him, but wwx doesn't know its him and "services" him on the way home if you know what I mean

I think it ends with nhs texting one of them to talk to each other so they finally get together

FOUND?🔒Nie Huaisang plays cupid like a baller by KizuKatana (M, 10k, WangXian, Accidental drunken confession, Dirty Talk, sort of mistaken identity, Alcohol as a Coping Mechanism, so much pining, So many tropes)

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12. hello i am looking for a fic where lan wangji is a stripper and wei wuxian is the bodyguard who is protective of him, and it was probably xianwang @ahiku-chan

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13. hi! Last year I read a fic where Wei Ying is kept imprisoned or like in an unresponsive state in Jin Guangyao’s secret room behind the mirror. He’s accidentally consumes/cursed with a spell that requires him to have sex to stay alive? Jin Guangyao then calls Jiang Cheng to pick him up and they return to Lotus Pier where after a couple of days Wei Ying like I have to leave cause I don't deserve to be here. Lan Zhan then finds him in a state of delirium. That was the last update then. Thank you sm

FOUND? 🔒 The Return series by LtLJ (G, 63k, JC & WWX, wangxian, WWX & WQ, WN & WQ, Canon Divergence, Yunmeng Brothers Reconciliation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, YLLZ WWX, BAMF LWJ, five year old JL, ten year old LSZ, ten year old LJY, discussion of a canon suicide attempt, canon-typical curses, Angry sabre spirits, BAMF Everybody, Complicated Relationships, they're trying but they aren't there yet, BAMF NHS, Canon-Typical Behavior, Hurt/Comfort, WQ Lives, WWX & WQ Friendship, BFFs)

FOUND? till our ribs get tough by feelslikefire (E, 38k, JC/WWX, wangxian, WIP, Dubious Consent, Forced Feminization, magical pussy, Sex Pollen, Fuck Or Die, Possessive Behavior, Breeding Kink, Canon Divergence, Top JC, Top LWJ, Bottom WWX, Bondage, bondage via Zidian, Dubcon Somnophilia, WWX has possessive boyfriends but luckily he's into it, Intercrural Sex, Cunnilingus, Anal Sex, Spanking, Pussy Spanking, Dirty Talk, Porn With Plot, Oral Sex, Rough Sex) It has fuck or die and starts with Wei Wuxian being kept in the secret room

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14. Hi! I'm looking for a fic that I clicked on in tumblr (possibly through your page, I have no clue) read about half the first chapter put my phone down and then reloaded the app it went all the way back to the top of the feed, never to see the fic again 😭

It was a Canon divergence AU, WWX thought Something Was Probably Up when he got the invite to JL's one month celebration so went in disguise as a woman, and the first line was him hitting on LWJ, who obviously twigged almost right away and took him to an inn, and that was all I got to.

Sorry it's not much to go on but hopefully someone recognises it! Thank yooou 💕 @scenicpixie

FOUND! My Leaves Reach Ever for the Sun by nonplussed (T, 26k, WangXian, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fix-It, Crossdressing, Idiots in Love, Sharing a Bed, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies)

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15. hi can u plshelp me find this fic it's driving me crazy as i don't remember the name

Basically wwx and lwj are already married but wwx wears a mask all the time and tbh they barely get to see each other like during the cave scene here lwj kept on deliriously calling his name they then kissed for the first time (they were already married during this)and then lwj pushed him away like literally ...

also they like had sex for the first time at where wwx was sitting w his ghost girls(they were already married during this too)...the ghost girls were still there this time lwj jus appeared wwx waxed poetry abt him jus standing there(who woudnt)he indirectly told wwx to not commit infidelity wwx seductively walked to him seduced him they fucked then wwx pushed him away literally and yea lwj went away

also wwx had adopted some babies too at the end i rmb

and yea during all this wwx wore tht fucking mask

FOUND? sounds like A Price to Pay by wangxianist which unfortunately has been deleted. 😭

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16. hellooo, i'm looking for a fic where wei ying came from new york (i think) it was somewhere in america to china. wei ying lives with lan zhan along with his uncle and brother. i still remember a scene where lan zhan asked wei ying to take off his shoes but he misunderstood and took off his pants instead lol. thanks!!!

FOUND? The Fifth Type of Non-Contact Force by Caixx (Not Rated, 83k, WangXian, Modern AU, High School, Slice of Life, Slow Burn, Fluff and Humor, Actually Somewhat Canon, Mutual Pining, Horny Teenagers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Non-Graphic Smut)

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17. Hi, I'm not sure if this is how this works. If I'm doing it wrong please let me know.

I've been looking everywhere for a story where Wei Ying is a reincarnated phoenix and doesn't know it. He eventually finds out and because of everything he goes through, he's taken over by the pheonix, and the firebird part of him wants to destroy the world.

I remember the sects locked him in the Gusu caves while they tried to find out how to control him.

Eventually Lan Zhan figures out a loophole where the Phoenix/firebird agrees to hold off until Lan Zhan dies...and then Lan Zhan cultivates immortality as a loophole. I remember it was on AO3 and was complete.

I'd be grateful for any help you guys could give me. @vitolieltrue

FOUND? Breathing Firestorm by ladyshadowdrake (M, 110k, wangxian, angst, fluff, captivity, creepy WRH, no non-con, dreamsharing, politics, people making the best decisions they can, epic length, mythical creature WWX, canon-typical violence, dark, happy ending)

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18. Hii i have a fic i cant seem to find anymore T_T. It was modern, explicit, with genderbent wangxian and pretty much just smut. I have this vivid recollection of butch lan wangji with short hair sitting in a bar (?). Then (but this might be me confusing two fics together tbh) they agreed to a deal where lwj showed wwx how to kiss, how to be intimate etc, and theyd have lessons at lwj's house every few days or such.

FOUND! throw the keys back by dustyloves (E, 31k, wangxian, F/F, Gender Changes, Cisswap, Modern, College/University, The Porn Is the Plot, Virginity Kink, Dom/sub, Teacher/Student Roleplay, Sexting, Dirty Talk, Non-Consensual Spanking, Mild Painplay, Mutual Pining, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Under-negotiated Kink, despite the tags it's actually quite soft)

NOT FOUND! sideways by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 20k, wangxian, F/F, Modern, Cisswap, butch dyke LWJ, Casual Sex, not so casual sex, many many orgasms, Fingerfucking, Cunnilingus, strap-on sex, So much kissing, WWX gets rekt, straight girl WWX, except for how she isn't)

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19. For the fic finder, I saw someone mention a fic in which after LWJ and WWX wander off with their donkey in the novel epilogue, they come back and find that LWJ's been voted Chief Cultivator behind his back. He does not take this well. Does anyone know of it? @kedaliya

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20. Hey I'm looking for this fic where either WY or LZ is a camboy and the other accidentally finds the account. They subscribe and continues to watch their channel behind their back.

But the camboy eventually finds out and they have a fight regarding respect and boundaries. All is well in the end but the camboy is extremely disappointed the other went behind his back to watch his channel and pretended like he didn't know anything. The other party apologises.

Does it ring any bell? @imstillthinkingaboutithmm

FOUND? For a Good Time, Call by ScarlettStorm (E, 170k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Pining, Porn, like in the writing and also as a plot point, onlyfans au, repressed LWJ, sex worker WWX, Minor Angst, major shenanigans, Background ChengQing, background NieLan, background XuanLi, Nonbinary NHS)

FOUND? ❤️ All Old Things are New Again by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (M, 52k, wangxian, modern, reincarnation, sugar daddy, kink negotiation, gentle dom LWJ) HGBun has reached immortality and finally finds WWX reincarnated

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

HELL YES. Poseidon with a lover who has brown eyes --and he's absolutely crazy for her 🤭

Love brown eyes. I don't know how long I'll be able to make this, but being able to write again is nice♡

Highkey forgot my setup, but GN!Reader x Poseidon || SFW || Warnings for: Nothing. Just brown eye appreciation <3 [Under the cut for my own convenience lmaoo]

Yall I forgot to add tags I'm so😭

As soon as Poseidon awakes, he starts his morning routine.

First, he showers. He uses your good shampoo and conditioner, despite your demands for him to "get out of your stuff."

Doubling down, he uses your lotions and creams as well. He tells himself "it's because a true God bends to no one's will." That "as the god of gods, he can and shall use anything under his own palace's roof."

You sigh whenever he says these. You both know he simply enjoys smelling like you.

Next, he goes to breakfast. He eats his fill, refraining from killing any servants out of concern the screams will wake you.

Then supervises as your breakfast is cooked, picking out each ingredient himself, down to the eggs used in your omelet.

Here, his anticipation truly starts to build. An hour before sunrise, he starts to work. Settling in his office, he sets a timer and tries to spend at least half of the time actually working. Yet, as the minutes dwindle, and the sun's rays begin to peak over the horizon, the stoic Sea God's heart races in true.

This was it, this is what he's been waiting for.

He left the alarm ringing, racing shamelessly to your shared bedroom where the first ray of sunlight broke through the crack in the curtains, and his heart stutters in its beats as you slowly blink open your eyes.

Love. Love and adoration fills him as the sun brings your eyes to life, swirling browns flecked with heavenly gold. A rare shiver runs down his spine as you fix him in place with that gaze of yours, time itself coming to a stop as the world melts down to nothing but the deepest depths of your irises.

He sucks in a hard breath, having forgotten to breath. He rights himself, hoping his featureless mask maintained itself even as he approached the mortal who captured his heart.

He sits down, the edge of the bed dipping under his weight. He holds his hand out, the one he promised to always protect you with, and you lean into it. Batting your lashes lovingly, the shadows created darken the golden browns to a dark chocolate color, deep and mesmerizing.

Mesmerized... yes, that's what he was. Mesmerized by how gorgeous you are, and amazed by how a single set of eyes can enchant him in so many different ways. A moment's glance convinces him you stole his soul; and not so deep down, he thinks, 'I wouldn't mind if they stole it... long as it feels like this.'

In a snap, the sunlight is gone, and your eyes return to they're normal shade of brown. And even in this state, he finds them beautiful. Warm, like coming home; comforting, like an embrace.

You blink, slowly, staring at him with equal adoration. "Up early again I see?" His heart stutters in its beats, the "sleep", having yet to leave your voice, made it soft and quiet, and so, so beautiful.

He hums, guiding you from the bed with gentle hands. "Then you must be stacked work-wise... I'll help after I eat. You can go ahead and return-"

"No."

The two of you pause as you enter the bathroom, locking eyes once more. "...I'll stay here." With you.

The crash of a strong wave can be heard in the background, and slowly, you smile. Words leave your lips, drowned out by the sound of the ocean that suddenly came to life in the background.

But any being alive heard the king of the seas voice in the waves as he kissed his lover and whispered a gentle, "Love you too."

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A/N: MY PHONES ON 7 PERCENT AHHHH

Yes I know I haven't written in like six years yes I know this isn't as quality as it could've been YES I KNOW I should actually write since this is literally a writing blog but I'm trying okay leave me alone😔

Anyways love yall, be nice and maybe you'll see another boobie post:D love yalllll

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #poseidon snv #poseidon ror #poseidon x reader #the psychotics writing

[dontforgetyourmedstoday]

So you just steal artwork and don't care? Got it. Either that or my ask asking about sources from your posts on April 8th disappeared. Or I guess you could be off tumblr and not have been here for two weeks.

Hi Anon,

I'm assuming this is you:

If it is, yes, I did see your last ask - but life has been a bit shit lately and frankly, I didn't have the emotional bandwidth to deal with an accusatory email that gave me absolutely no details about what you were upset about so I could investigate. So today, despite it being an incredibly long and shit one that isn't over I'm going to reply.

*Takes a deep breath* From this point forward I'm going to assume that, like me, you are just a real-live human with feelings that get hurt and not someone who just likes to yell at people on the internet. So let me apologise that I have used your artwork without attribution, it was in no way my intention. Please take this apology as someone who was just trying to amuse themselves and perhaps help some other people out by reminding them to take their meds too. I absolutely suck at art-type things so in my mind, no one would think I did them or was claiming the actual 'art' part of them as mine. I realise now this is the internet, you guys don't know me, and so I should have been clearer that nearly all of these are edits. (There are a few waaaaay back I actually drew myself). Looking at the 7th, 8th & 9th of April (allowing for time zones and assuming that's when you saw your artwork). All of them except one have a link at the bottom of the image that links back to where I sourced the original image - I don't know if this is visible on mobile so I'll show it below (the bit circled in red)

So I'm assuming this one is yours:

It seems that one doesn't have the link. I don't know why. I haven't made any new reminders for this blog in ages (again - life) - it seems like most of the ones from early April this year were originally posted back in 2021. I got briefly excited about this blog again a few months ago and loaded up a bunch of old ones so this blog was still functional for the people that find it helpful. Going back I have noticed that others seem to not have credit either. It is possible I made a mistake and forgot to add them. It's also possible that Tumblr has a had a glitch/error/weirdness which means it's disappeared. I also used a bunch of images from the editing app I was using to add the reminder message and I wish I could remember what the site was called because I cannot for the life of me remember. Honestly, who knows. I have deleted the post(s) with that image - if it's not the right one please let me know.

I have always gone out of my way to ensure that anything I use is either free use, or non-commercial under Creative Commons. As an aside, I'm an academic and a person who has artist friends and my partner runs a business where our customers are largely designers and artists, so I do actually do my best to give credit. Am I perfect - no I'm not. Part of the reason I stopped making new posts was because of difficulty giving credit even on images that were non-attribution and finding images where I knew what the attribution requirements were (along with trying to remember everything everyone asked me to tag, and doing the image descriptions etc.) If anyone else finds something of theirs in one of my posts and there isn't credit attached please either dm me or send an ask and let me know which post and how you would like to be credited and I'll add it in. If you want it removed, I'm happy to do that too.

Sorry for the long post, hope it helps to clear things up. Finally, let me take this opportunity to say

"Don't forget your meds today my friends"

#attribution #artwork #answered ask

[malicedragoness]

"Us Against The World"

The long awaited bj one shot that I've been working on and off since October.

This became more than intended and I absolutely love how it turned out. There's plot, their relationship dynamic, and of course some smut. What originally started out as a 1700 word skeleton turned into a 2600 word fic that I'm extremely proud of! I haven't written anything this long in awhile. It feels good to know I can still accomplish something like this.

And expect more Havik and Cori content! I love these two and will continue to write for them. Let me know if you have questions about them.

Thank you to the lovely @brittlecakes92 for beta reading and listening to me complain about my writing. And for smacking me around when I needed it!

#84 ‘Make-Up’ on my lover100 prompt table

Word count: 2,650

MK story tag list: @bihanspookies

Warnings: N/S/F/W, oral sex (male receiving), body horror at the end (It's Havik. But its not the naughty thing you're thinking!)

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“Let me take care of you.” Cori reached up to touch his face. 

“No!” Havik flinched away from her gentle touch, backing up against a tree. “Don’t touch me. Don’t touch my face.”

The last thing he wants is for his little thief to be repulsed by his burnt flesh. He wouldn’t be able to handle seeing the disgust on her face. Not from her. Anyone but his Life’s Blood.

His heart jumped in his throat when soft, delicate hands forced him to look at her. Havik tried to back away, but she held him close, placing her forehead against his. He forgot how insistent and stubborn she could be.

“This face will always be dear to me.” She murmured, her thumbs caressing his cheekbones. “It doesn’t matter what you look like. If this is what makes you happy, then don’t change it. But please,” her voice held a hint of desperation, begging him to understand, “don’t pull away from me.”

Havik let out a shaky breath. A lump had formed in his throat as warmth spread throughout his chest.

How could she still say these things? After everything he’s done. The people he’s killed. The asshole sorcerers he willingly helped to build literal machines to steal souls. Amongst all the other questionable shit he did for months to help Quan Chi. 

Why did she come back to him? Why didn’t she stay away when he forced her to leave?

“You shouldn’t want me, Cori. You deserve someone better.” His massive hands tangled in her inky black locks, holding her to him, breathing in her scent through his mangled nose. 

She deserves so much more than what he can give her. A better man that can give her anything she asks for.

And yet, his blood boiled at the mere thought of another man touching her.

“But I can’t let you go.” Despite his burning hatred of wanting to confine this tempting creature to him, he didn’t have the willpower to see her walk away. “Not again.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Cori whispered, nudging her nose against his exposed cartilage. Half lidded eyes never leaving his. “Let me take your mind off of everything. Let me show you how much I need you.”

Her warm tongue peeked out to trace a line against his lower teeth, asking for entrance. Tentatively, Havik’s tongue met hers, allowing her to pull him into the warm cavern of her mouth, and gave him a gentle suck. He closed his eyes and let out a low, gravely sigh. She tasted so sweet. 

Their tongues swirled together in a slow sensual dance, savoring the way the other tasted. One of his hands pulled her in by her waist, pressing her soft curves against his scarred chest. While his other hand gripped her hair to tilt her head back, giving him more room to press his teeth against her lips and explore her sweet mouth, drinking in her sighs. 

Everything about her was intoxicating. The way she kissed him always took his breath away. Even with his past partners, they never elicited such feelings. The world drowns out around them into muffled noise. The only coherent sound is the beating of his heart, and the beautiful sighs he consumes from her. 

Fuck, he missed her. He missed every inch of her. He won’t make that same mistake again. 

Havik broke the kiss to capture her plump bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling the soft, pliant flesh. One massive hand greedily roamed her body, as if making up for the time they’ve lost, feeling every familiar dip and curve. 

Cori let out a surprised gasp when Havik bit down on her lip. A dark growl escaped his throat at the taste of copper that stained his tongue. He lapped it up with renewed fervor, mentally cursing himself for the pathetic moans he let out. 

The taste of her blood was like a drug! Stirring his cock to life and pressing it against her stomach. 

Why did she have to be so irresistible? 

Havik released her swollen lip, when Cori pushed him against the tree, letting out a sharp exhale of breath. The air around them charged with electricity and the heat of their rising desire.

“I said,” Cori started, an edge to her words, hand holding him by the neck and his clothed cock. “I’ll make you feel good.” 

Havik gave a dark chuckle, his jaw clicking together, when he caught that devious spark in her eyes that he adored. Oh, his sweet little thief.

The dark haired beauty trailed open mouth kisses from his jaw to his ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth. His hips twitched unbidden at all the lovely sensations she’s causing. Wet kisses travel down his neck, pausing every now and then to nip his scarred flesh. 

“Harder.” Havik demanded in a gruff voice. He hates how he sounds. So pathetic and needy. Only his goddess of chaos could do that to him. Make him feel so wanted. So alive.

A delicate hand fisted into his dark locks and forcibly pulled his head to the side. A shiver ran down his spine as Cori sank her teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Havik gritted his teeth and let out a guttural growl. The pain sent a jolt of pleasure to his stiffening cock.

“Is that what you want?” She grunted through her teeth. Those lovely lips sucking a bruise into his flesh. Her hands yanking on his hair and rubbing his cock, stoking the fire that’s settling deep in his pelvis. 

“Yes!” Havik whimpered as she pulled back and left another delicious bite in his neck. She gave him another and another, until she left him covered in purple bruises and a sheen of saliva.

She pulled back to admire her handiwork that he wouldn’t dream of healing from his body. The pain she inflicts on him would be displayed proudly and unabashedly.

Her lips trailed kisses down his massive chest, leaving behind a trail of heat in its wake, and continuing her sweet onslaught to his nipples. Sucking one of his dusky peaks into her mouth while she pinched and rubbed the other. Havik’s hands tangled in her raven hair, letting out gruff sighs. 

Being completely lost in the pleasurable sensations, Havik didn’t feel her make quick work of his belt, until his leather faulds and purple cloth slumped to the floor. The discarded weight made him feel lighter and more vulnerable. He chuckled.

The hands of a thief.

Her kisses continued down his toned abdomen and through his pubic hair, leaving feather light caresses over his toned body. Once on her knees, she pulled his pants down far enough for his thick cock to spring out, the cool night air making him involuntarily twitch.

His cock was thick enough to where her fingertips couldn’t touch when she encircled him at the base. Darker than the rest of his skin with a big bulbous tip. Three veins run along the sides, blood continuously pulsing through them, giving it an angry appearance. And heavy balls hanging below, filled with a vicious need for her.

To others, he is a monster with an ugly cock. But to the beautiful creature in front of him, he’s perfect. 

Cori gently glided her fingers down his shaft with a feather light touch, sending a shiver down his spine. A deep groan formed in his chest when her hand grasped him more firmly at the base of his shaft and stroked him to his weeping tip. The fire that gathered in his loins slowly built up with each stroke of his cock.

“Oh, I’ve missed doing this.” Cori purred. The thief glanced up at him through her lashes and smirked, as he watched her in anticipation. Smooth, velvety tongue licked him from base to tip at an agonizingly slow pace. Laving her tongue over his smooth hardness to cover every inch of him in her saliva.

“So beautiful.” Havik hunched over her short form, casting a menacing shadow. His large  calloused hands framed her face, pushing her hair out of the way. 

Mischievous green eyes held his gaze as her tongue darted out, teasing his slit with kitten licks and tasting the milky precum. Before enveloping him in her hot mouth, giving him a hard suck. 

Deep, gravely groans escaped his throat. He could never contain his noises, less so now that his lips and cheeks were gone. There wasn’t any point in holding back now. That sinfully sweet mouth felt so good!

The wet, velvety walls of her cheeks hollowed around his throbbing cock, slowly taking him in inch by inch, getting further each time. His thick girth stretched the corners of her mouth. Her hand moved with her mouth, covering the delicious inches she couldn’t fit, and her free hand massaging his heavy sack. 

“I just want to fuck a hole through your throat.” Havik growled. The heat building up in his loins got tighter with each bob of her head. His hands gripped her hair tighter, rubbing the silky locks between his fingers.

How did he get so lucky to have a woman so devoted, so loving, as her? 

Everyone always saw the scary hulking figure littered with scars. Someone unworthy of all the beautiful, free things life has to offer. 

Only she saw the real him. The only one who even tried to look passed his scars. 

Cori released his hardened length with a wet pop, and licked a stripe down the underside to his sack. 

“Ah, fuck!” Havik tilted his head back. One of his balls was engulfed into her warm mouth, her tongue curling around it as far as it could, sucking greedily.

The throaty moans she let out vibrated against his sensitive skin. She alternated between each of his balls. Taking her time sucking and licking, until saliva drenched both his sack and her face. 

Fuck, she’s going to be the death of him. Havik couldn’t help the strained sighs escaping his throat. The sloppy mess she’s making of his cock is getting him harder. Needier. 

Then he felt her hand lift his sack and her tongue traveled southwards. Havik let out a surprised groan and jumped when he felt her tongue tickle his puckered hole. He wrenched her back by the hair to find a coy smirk beaming at him. If he didn’t stop her, he was going to blow his load like a prepubescent boy!

Havik peered at her with glazed over eyes, adoration mixed with pleasure, and saliva dripping from his open maw. 

“Open your mouth.”

Cori stuck out her tongue to catch a drip of his spit.

A shudder ran down his spine. Why does she have to be so damn tempting? 

With a breathy growl, he plunged his cock into her greedy mouth, making her sputter at the sudden fullness. 

“You feel so fucking good.” His thrusts were rough and deep. Each one hitting the back of her throat, eliciting a gag. 

Soft hands, that are used to cracking open safes and the walls around his dead heart, desperately held onto his hips. 

“Just wanna pump you full of my cum ‘til you drown in it.” His throat hoarse from the ragged growls leaving his destroyed maw. He never means the vulgar things he says during their stolen moments of intimacy. But fuck, he needed to get it out!

The air was filled with ragged breaths and gagging noises as Havik thrust down her throat. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to keep up with his brutal demand for release.

“Why do you make me want you? Why can’t I live without you?” He snarled between heavy pants. The ball of heat was getting tighter in his pelvis, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he would release.

He can’t peel his eyes away from her face. That gorgeous face he got used to seeing when he woke up and went to sleep. Watching every emotion cross her face. The adoring smiles she sent his way. The cocky smirks when she rushed head first into a heist. The angered sneers when someone pisses her off. Even the way she cries was a sight to behold.

His heart clenched.

“I need you.” He moaned pathetically. 

Half lidded green eyes chanced a look at him with something akin to adoration and need. One of her skillful hands massaged his balls, while she swallowed around his tip. 

That was all it took for the damn to break. Havik’s body shuddered, a primal growl erupting from deep in his chest. His balls clenched tightly as he released rope after rope of white cum down her throat, Cori sputtered and gagged, trying to drink in every drop she could. Every nerve ending in his body came alive and tingled with a pleasurable electricity as he rode out his release.

He collapsed against the tree, panting heavily from the euphoric exertion, his now soft cock slipping from her mouth. His body felt boneless from the blessed ecstasy she brought him as his knees buckled under him and slid down the rough bark.

Havik felt his heart slamming in his ribcage as his body slowly worked on coming down its intense high, his breaths coming out hot and heavy. After a few moments, he cracked open his eyes to see himself face to face with his sensual little thief.

Her inky black hair was a disheveled mess. Eyelashes clumped together from the tears that ran down her face and stained her cheeks. Some of his seed managed to drip down her chin, mixing in with her saliva as she wiped it away with the back of her hand. 

“Beautiful.” Havik breathed out. She was an absolute mess. But he loved it.

Cori let out a chuckle and gave him a captivating smile. “I’m sure I look like a disaster.”

He reached up and jabbed his hands into his chest, blood splattering over his arms and abdomen. The sickening noise of muscle being ripped apart and bones crunching together, as he pried open his ribcage to reveal his beating heart.

The raven haired beauty watched him, entranced by the beating muscle. The steady thump, thump, thump of his heart was the only noise that could be heard in the silent night air. Slowly, she moved closer, almost as if being drawn in by the rhythmic sound.

“Touch it.” Havik murmurs, barely above a whisper. 

In the time that he’s known her, he’s never seen her hands waver. Always so confident and cock sure under pressure, her hands completely steady when she picks locks and disarms traps. 

And yet, as she raised a tentative hand towards his open chest, he watched it tremble uncontrollably. Havik reaches over, his hand dwarfing her own, and guides it towards his heart. It beats faster when she gingerly brushes against it, thrumming with excitement. 

“You see what you do to me?” Havik moans as Cori gently touches it again, not removing her hand this time. The look of pure affection and tenderness in her gaze made his breath hitch in his throat. “Do you see how much I need you? No one else has made me feel these..things. These..emotions.”

Loving green eyes turned to him, his heart thumping wildly in her hand.

“Cori.” He whispered, voice full of longing. “Life’s Blood.”

“Havik.” Tears beaded her eyes. She leaned her forehead against his, still holding his heart.

“I know you can’t forgive me for what I’ve done. But I can’t…I can’t let you go. Not again.” Why is he crying?

Her hand gently caresses his mangled cheekbone, forcing him to look in her eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m with you, through all of this.” She reassured him. “It’s us against the world, baby.”

“Us against the world.”

#mk character x oc #OC: Cori Graye #Cori Graye #Cori Graye X Havik #lover100 prompts #n/s/f/w #n/s/f/t #mk havik x oc #havik x oc #ship: life’s blood

[aurorarosesposts]

Double Face (Detective Conan)

Hello everyone!!! It's been a long ass time since I've posted some original post! But you know I'm alive thanks to my consent rebloging lol. As the title suggest, this is a Detective Conan fanfic that I've wrote and I wish to share it with you to see what you think! For those who don't know, Detective Conan is about a teenage boy name Shinichi Kudo transforming into a child with the alias Conan Edogawa. I really recommend you all check the manga out if you haven't already!

However, this fic isn't about the main character, but Kogoro Mouri, father of Shinichi's love interest, Ran Mouri. He's portrayed as a lousy detective, but it is canon that he's a skilled marksman. Now how skill? Idk but that's what fanfic are for!

Now this is getting pretty long, so I'll be placing my thoughts and inspiration at the end, hope you enjoyed!

Edit: Almost forgot, if this is too OOC sorry!

Premise:

Conan Edogawa was tagging along for a case with Kogoro Mouri when things got out of control. Now in a hostage situation, Conan was going to help when Kogoro pulled out a gun and wiped the floor with a bullet to spared.

Sometimes Conan forgets that Korogo was a cop in his youth.

Now that Conan thinks about it, Hibari wasn't lying about his luck. It's like the fates themselves are having a blast at tormenting him.

In a dimly lit warehouse, tension hung heavy in the air as he and Kogoro Mouri found themselves ensnared in a perilous hostage situation.

It all started when Conan decided to tagged along with the lousy detective to another case in Osaka that he was working on, and since Ran wasn't home for a girl's night out, Conan was itching to solved a case. But this case was a little different then the other cases that the detective -- mostly Conan -- worked on.

Said case was about a missing woman who was married off to a rich family. The husband wanted Kogoro to find her but the man's mother thinks she staged all of this to get the ransome money and run away with who the old lady suspected to be the missing woman's side lover. Just a typical case, right?

Well, the older woman was right, but what everyone didn't expect was the side lover being a gang leader of a notorious gang in Osaka disguised as a gardener in the manor where the family lived. Seeing that the gigs is up, the leader and his  gang took the family and the two detectives as hostages and drived them to a empty warehouse were we are now. With the missing woman laying dead beneath them, having be used as a pawn for the gang's schemes.

The quite ticking of his watch seemed to echo the urgency of the predicament they got themselves into. Conan can hear sirens from outside, the cops are already on the scene; the gang weren't very subtle in kidnapping them. The boy could hear the exchange between the detectives outside and the captors. He could hear the voice of Heizo Hattori, the chief of the Osaka Police Department, on the other side.

Now, Conan was glad that he didn't invite Heiji into the investigation, knowing what he knows now, the gang members would certainly put two and two together about Heiji Hattori. Conan wouldn't want to put him in that sort of danger, even if Heiji could take care of himself.

Although a strategist, Conan felt the weight of the situation pressing upon him. He can't seem to find a way to get everyone to safety without any bloodshed. There's at least five gang members acting as guards around them and two at the entrance; one of them strangely has an empty gun holder that he somehow doesn't seemed to notice.

All of them are at the middle of the warehouse, seating on chairs. Some of the more restless hostages, like the old lady, were tied with ropes but most are freed from binding, but are too sacred to do anything; both he and Kogoro were not tied. There are boxes at the back of the warehouse, but it's too far away for any of them to go without immediately getting spotted.

Even if they can, Conan can't risked it, and as the shouting outside get louder, the Detective of The East was racing against time to find a solution before they all ended up like the poor woman underneath their feets. The captors were growing increasingly agitated, and the hostages were trembling in fear. One gang member eventually put a gun on the dead woman's husband's head, much to the horror of the hostages, having been fed up with all the waiting.

In a desperate bid to buy time, Conan discreetly signaled to Kogoro, who was beside him, hoping to convey a plan with him without alerting the perpetrators. He may be lazy, but Conan knows Kogoro is just smart enough to created a distraction.

However, much to Conan's surprise, Kogoro's usually drowsy eyes gleamed with a resolute focus. Now that he thought about it, the little detective never heard anything from the lazy detective this whole time during the ride here.

Both of their eyes met; Kogoro bends down a little, making sure no one notice but him and said, "Get them to safety."

In one swift, unexpected motion, Kogoro reached into his coat and pulled out a concealed handgun. The metallic click as he loaded a cilp into the gun resonated through the warehouse, silencing the room.

Time seemed to freeze as the man that Conan once knew, with a calm demeanor that defied his typical boisterouness, took aim with precision. A single shot echoed, hitting a lamp perilously close above one of the guard at the entrence and raining down glass shards to said guard.

One hit his eye and he screams.

The room erupted in chaos as Kogoro's unexpected display of marksmanship left everyone stunned. Stunned enough that the once lazy detective kicked down the gang member that was holding a gun on the husband's head. With another swift kick, he took down another trying to shoot at him.

Conan, momentarily taken aback, shakes off his shock and focus on taking the hostages to the boxes for cover. It's not ideal, but with bullets flying by, it's better to be here then the open.

Getting the granny out of her binds, all of them took shelter behind the boxes. With a peak, Conan could see the cold determination behind Kogoro's eyes as he mercilessly took down eche and every one of the guard with eased. The once sluggish detective had unleashed a dormant expertise that transformed the dire situation into their favour. As the hostage-takers were struggling to even get a shot on him, Kogoro maintained his unwavering composure. Conan took covered as a stray bullet passed by. Screams of pain echoed through the walls, then silence.

After everything became quite, Conan and the others were left speechless as they peek their heads out to look at the aftermath.

Kogoro was left standing on the spot where they used to be, gun still in hand, with all seven bodies of the the captors on the floor. They're mostly alive, with some groaning in pain, but none are bleading much, meaning Kogoro didn't directly shoot at them. The detective himself was unharmed; not a single strach on him at all. In fact, the guy didn't even break a sweat!

Looking at his face, Kogoro's face was expressionless; eyes dulled and cold, like he's not in his right mind right now. He didn't hit his head, did he?

Before Conan can called Kogoro out, the doors to the warehouse swung open. But instead of the cops like Conan had hoped, it was the gang leader; Heiji Hattori in his right arm, with a gun on the other, pointing straight at his head.

Shit, he should have known Heiji would get himself involved.

"Wha- You! What have you done with my men?!" The gang leader was enraged, with cops behind them, pointing their guns at him, and a very pissed off chief of the Osaka Police Department ready to strike, he's been pushed to a tight corner. Both of his commanders were right besides him, guns drawn, ready to strike as well.

Conan knows that one wrong move on both sides would make Heiji's head paint the walls.

It was tensed, both parties were waiting on an order; Except Kogoro Mouri. Composed and silent, he look at the gang leader straight in the eyes, fearless at the man. Conan couldn't see Kogoro's face as turned his back on the hostages, but the little detective an clearly see the red face of the gang leader and the uncertain looks of his commanders. The policemen were uneasy with the situation as well. Heizo looks ready to attack, but his partner, Ginshiro Toyama, stops him. Heiji looks uncomfortable, looking directly towards Conan liked a puppy looking for answers, before a gunshot rang out.

Before anyone could react, the ringleader was punched right in the face by Kogoro, knocking both Heiji out of his grasps and himself. With inhuman speed, Kogoro took aim and shot at one of the commander's hand, making him dropped his gun before being kicked at the stomach and grabbing him by the shirt before literally throwing the man at the other commander.

In less then a minute, Kogoro had wiped the floor with swift and persistence that everyone was left baffled.

Kogoro, eyeing the down leader, rised the gun he was holding. This alarmed Conan and the leading investigators; Ginshiro stepped forward, being the closest, going into position if needed. Conan ran towards the red and blue lights, but not before checking on Heiji to see if he was okay.

To their relief, Kogoro instead unclipped the gun. Emptying the clip, only a single bullet fell out; He had almost emptied out the cilp.

Heizo Hattori and Kogoro Mouri locked eyes with each other for a moment, before the chief turned away and barked orders to the officers. As if breaking a trance, the officers scramble to move and followed the orders given. Ginshiro took the gun from Kogoro's hands before adding as evidence and leaving to helped with the hostages.

With the immediate threat now neutralized, Conan and Kogoro coordinated with the authorities to secure the scene and apprehend the criminals. Conan knows that Kogoro was out of it, having had an adrenaline-fueled ordeal just a half an hour ago; finally tiredness seems to seeped in the old detective's body.

Maybe that's why Heiji invinted them to stay at his place for the night -- and totally not because he was a bit gulity for letting things get out of hand -- and his father even agreed with it, telling them that he'll let some officers to grabbed their stuff from the manor that they were staying at.

Now in the car with the Heiji and Conan in the backseat and the two adults at the front, having done with the investigation, the young Osaka asked a question that was currently plaguing the young detective's mind, "Hey old man, when did ya get so good with guns? Never seen ya talked about it before."

Kogoro was in the passenger's seat, head against the window as he sighed, as if knowing what's about to happened, "I was in the police force, you know."

"Yeah, but I never seen skills like you do before, what gives?"

"... I was the top of my class, in the force. Once landing every single shot in the middle during training."

"You must be really lucky that time," They could barely heard the mumbled from the tired man, "What was that?"

"... It wasn't once... It was every shooting training," The car went into a stop, having stopped at a traffic light. Heizo Hattori side eye the man besides him; the boys at the back were bugging their eyes out, "Every- Wait, you're telling me ya never missed a shot? Like ever??"

"Well, if you don't count the time that a friend of mine distracted me and made me miss my shot, then yeah, I've never missed once."

"Wait," Conan was now intrested, "Were you at the top of every class?"

"Not everything, but most of the physically ones, yeah, I was at top most of the time," The boys were ecstatic, this was the first time the man talked about his past in the force. As the car starts moving again, the boys started to asks more questions, and Kogoro was more then happy to answered them. Until one of them asked why he'd quit. Suddenly, the once animated Kogoro became deadly silent, and the boys knew they screwed up.

Heizo, who was listening in asked what's wrong; Kogoro just gave a straind smile to him before speaking up.

"It's... It's a long story, something I'm not comfortable talking about," He said. Conan automatically asked, "Is it about Ran-neesan?" He was swiftly hit in the head by Heiji, "Now's not times for ya interrogation, Kudo," The Osaka quietly hissed. But Kogoro laughed, grabbing the two youngsters' attention.

"No, it isn't about Ran, maybe," Kogoro placed his head against the window again, "It's one of many reason why I left, but not the main one, and no, It's definitely not about Eri either," He added, ending the conversation then and there.

Both detectives of east and west decide not to pushed it any further, if the glaring from Heiji's father were anything to go by, -- 'As if he wasn't interested in it too,' Heiji huffed -- but the mood wasn't all lost. They have some small talk from time to time. Even so, their interests peaked; They're detectives, after all, and after everything that has happened, both boys wanted to know about Kogoro's past achievements that made into the man they saw hours ago; from a jolly man to a cold and calculating one in the blink of an eye.

And Kogoro knew this very well, as he continues to listen in. It's only a matter of time before they do. All he's asking is that they won't make a fuss about it.

The last thing he needs is to be put on the papers again for that.

--- Fin ---

And that's it folks! I hope you like it!! You know, I was inspired by a fic I've read in the past at ao3. The story was about Kogoro using Akai's (one of the supporting characters -- he's an FBI agent) shoulder to shoot with a rifle hidden in a bouquet of flowers. I thought it was so cool at the time and made me fall in love with the character! Sadly, that's all I remember, but no matter what I've tried, I can't seem to find it anywhere! I don't even remember the name, which suck! If you know what I'm talking about, pls give a link to it, I really wanna read it again!

Now I believe that's all from me. Hope you like it and have a great day!!!

#detective conan #conan edogawa #kogoro mouri #mouri kogoro #hattori heiji #hattori heizo #fanfic

[dreamalittledreamofcopia]

new copia fics coming :3

good morning!! thank you for finding your way to this lil post and i hope you're having a beautiful day 🤍

its my birthday today (i'm 23!) and im definitely in my "everyone forgot my birthday boohoo" feels so i will be channeling those into a copia imagine because that is the healthy thing to do. that will hopefully be up and done very soon and i hope it's relatable to all of us who have birthday anxiety. i never have had fun on my birthday and have often had frankly shitty experiences that ruin the day for me so this is me trying to reclaim it and what is a better way to do so than loving up on copia :')

ALSO i have two concepts for long form fics that i am excited to flesh out! i haven't written anything longer than a one shot in years so this is huge for me. i have always struggled with deciding whether to write with oc's or reader inserts. i think i always prefer to write with oc's that are essentially reader inserts but avoiding second person pronouns and such, but let me know what you prefer to read in the comments!

religious experience -- oc/reader grew up in the ministry, converted to catholicism and has a theology degree (because the author has one + i said so) and copia begrudgingly needs a theological advisor. she comes very highly recommended but there's one problem: she left both churches and is hesitant to return. once she begrudgingly accepts the job offer, she and copia both discover how much there is to religiosity beyond what the books say.

tags: slow burn, religious trauma, ritual sex (lol i had to), theology, office romance, taboo, age gap, theology, biblical literature/criticism, dark academia, black mass, will they wont they, women clergy, antichrist copia (!!!!)

driving mr. papa -- copia's injury at the last ritual left the ministry particularly shaken. he is surprised by a sister's kindness when she offers to ride in the ambulance with him, and he timidly asks her to drive him around for a few days (mileage reimbursed, of course). she agrees and the weeks of being copia's chauffeur bring them closer than they anticipated.

tags: injury, anxiety, helping an injured person change their clothes/shower/etc trope, smut, bath smut, video games, driving miss daisy, angst, driving, domestic copia, age gap, not very slow burn lol, anxious/pining copia, self sabotage

i hope you are as excited for these as i am! please let me know what you think of these ideas or leave any advice for me if you made it all the way to the bottom of this post. i've been writing fanfiction since i was ten but i'm not sure where my current hang ups are coming from :'(

i hope you have a beautiful day and remember my ask box is always open for headcanon ideas, requests, or if you just need someone to talk to 🤍

#cardinal copia #the band ghost #cardinal copia x reader #copia #papa emeritus iv #copia my beloved #ghost #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv x reader #cardinal copia fanfic

[freuleinanna]

postcards

Characters: Travis Hackett Chosen ending: The Hacketts are all dead except Travis, Laura survives Short summary: Travis is trying to cope with the trauma of losing his family as best he can (which is not good at all). At the same time, unsigned postcards start to arrive. Words count: 2595 (trauma, healing)

Tags: @b33barlowsstuff, @imperfectjam, @sera-wonderland, @strawberryoverkill, @hrefna-the-raven (tagging my Travis squad, though it's ok if this one's not to your liking)

(I don't pretend to write master psychology or trauma, so I'm sorry if you hate it, but a Travis!meta thought wrote itself into a fic, plus I'm still on my Travis x Laura enemies-to-slightly-less-enemies-with-connection bullshit, oops)

September, 26 This feels stupid.

(no date)

fix the fence

buy coffee

start those quarterly reports !

check podcast  nothing new

(no date) No, I know, it ain't it. I'll try tomorrow. Can't think of anything worth saying.

October, 6 Here's the thing. Chris used to keep a journal. He said it helped, and I owe it to him to try. Just gotta write whatever's on my mind or stuff that happened. So. Drank a beer. Took another patrol shift. Way behind on the quarterlies, really gotta start on them now. What else?

God, what a load of crap. Chris is dead. Bobby's dead. Caleb's dead. Kaylee's dead. Dad's dead.

That's what's on my fucking mind.

October, 7 Ma is dead. There, I wrote it. Feels good. Not that she's    I don't mean fuck

October, 19 Full moon yesterday. Didn't know what else to do, so I started packing. Unpacked around dawn. I don’t need silver bullets anymore.

October, 27 A postcard came from NY. Weird. Nothing but the sender's address. Threw it out.

October, 31 Fucking habits.

I was patrolling, and drove to the camp site. Didn't mean to, just sort of ended up here. Sat in the car like an idiot looking at the windows. Usually, one would be lit. I'd get out, come in, we'd crack a couple of cold ones. I can’t bring myself to //

A bunch of kids just tried to break in on camp's grounds. I think they were looking for a place to get wasted on a Halloween night, which I completely forgot about. One of them was dressed as a werewolf and kept howling. For a moment, I thought Anyway. Scaring the shit out of them felt good. Shouting, too. Disrespectful assholes didn't have any right to be here. Not here.

PS. Almost called Chris to tell the story and have a good laugh.

November, 14 Sent in the quarterly reports last week. WAY overdue. Things kind of  lose their importance, even I know it’s not a good sign. Everything that happens swooshes right through my brain, in and out, like a bullet. Maybe a bullet is what I need

That last part came out of nowhere. I'm not really thinking it. I mean I wasn't, but now that I wrote it, I obviously am. Shit! This whole journal thing is fucking my brain up. Great advice, C. Real nice. It should be helping, not making more mess. How am I supposed to figure it out?

No, fuck that. Ma raised us better than self-pity.

But then, Ma also raised us to protect the family.

November, 19 Full moon. I still measure time by calendar marks. Three moons ago they were all alive.

December, 18 Full moon.

December, 26 Another postcard came. Obnoxious Christmassy stuff, with one snowman sneezing the carrot out and another dodging it and shouting 'I'm okay!' Nothing more, nothing less. Someone must have screwed up the address. This had better stop.

Anyway, this past month. Nothing much to say, I was clearing out the house. Couldn't be there with all of the rooms untouched, so. Yeah. That's it. Done the job.

(later) No, I shouldn't lie, should I? What's even the point.

It smells empty now, the house. Desolate. Like a place where people haven't lived for a long time, even though I've literally been there. I can't seem to fill it up on my own. I'm not enough.

Many things there. Memories. Found Bobby's old book about horses. He fucking loved horses, that kid. Couldn't remember where he put his shoes but recited dozens of breeds by heart. He dreamt we'd turn the house into a ranch. It was that one year when our folks shut the Quarry down cause Bobby was getting bigger, and more and more different, and he needed more attention instead of less. He was obsessed with the idea for months, driving Ma insane. Chris finally had to step in and say, 'Hey, I'll do you one better. We'll reopen the camp, and you'll have lots of kids to play with, how's that?' Bobby almost shat his pants with happiness. Poor lonely kid. I was too grown-up and off to college, and Chris was too… I don’t want to say normal, but maybe he was. He had his own friends. Bobby was with Ma most of the time and Ma was… well, she was Ma. Out of us three, Chris was the only one who had his special way with her. So they decided to reopen. I don't know if Bobby ever remembered the ranch idea again because I think, from then on, he slept and saw himself with a bunch of kids playing together on the camp's grounds.

Spent half an hour on the floor with that goddamn book, nearly crying. We should have got the fucking horses.

January, 17 Full moon. Don't know why I keep doing that.

January, 27 Moved into the station a couple of weeks ago. With all that space in the house, there's just too much, well, space. I'm used to having a big family, that’s the thing. Another habit. Anyone who grew up with one would know, it sinks it teeth in and doesn't let go.

Even C. and I, we went away for college only to come back home. I think, by then it had already been late. That's how Ma rasied us, always keep close to your family and care for it as best you can. We learned it with Bobby, and then with Chris's kids when they came along. We had been a wolf pack long before half of us turned into wolves. The house is cracked in the corners and crooked all over, and we were, too, with our issues and complicated relationships. It was never simple. At least, I knew who I was when I was there. A son, an elder brother, an uncle, lots and lots of strings upon strings. I don't really know who I am now. A survivor, I guess. I survived my family. Any one of us would say that's worth a gold fucking medal.

February, 3 Apparently, in order for it to help, it's supposed to hurt. Catharsis.

Don't have much time to write, but I got on one of those websites for people who lost someone. There are therapists there, too, so you can talk to them if you need to.

Long story short, after a few false-starts, I found Doc Morgan. She was okay. Talked to me for a while about loss, about myself, too. How I’m eating, how I’m sleeping, agitations, fixations. There was, surprisingly, a lot to say. That’s when the catharsis thing came up, I was talking about how Chris was writing and I was trying, too, but it wasn’t working. Then she started asking questions about my family and how I lost them, when it happened (this I could answer) and how (this I couldn't), so I had to drop it.

Before that, she also said I 'harbor a lot of guilt'. No shit, Doc. I wish there was someone to talk about it with. Someone who knew the truth.

Catharsis, huh? Shit.

March, 8 Thirty-five years on the force, and that’s the first time it happens. Got shot on the job. Nothing deadly, a bullet in the arm. Had to wear a cast for a month, so writing is more of an exercise now. Some punk was trying to rob the petrol station, things went south, and I got a bullet, that’s it. Guess hunting werewolves makes you cocky enough to underestimate an ordinary dick with a gun.

Anyway, the whole thing blew out of proportion, and I got handed an award and got my picture taken. Sweet fucking Jesus. I bet they knew there’s no other fool who’d agree to patrol this god-forsaken piece of land, so they were sucking up like hell.

Two new postcards came. This is getting annoying. Haven’t had a look yet, just noticed them in the mail box.

February 16 was the full moon. Still restless.

March, 9 ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME.

The postcards. Almost forgot about them again, but went to take a look.

One looks kind of vintage, with two dogs sharing a bone and the ‘I don’t have a bone to pick with you’ phrase in a heinous font. The other is a goddamn get-well card sent by post.

I looked the address up, should have done that long ago (some cop!). It’s a dorm address, for the NYS College of Veterinary Medicine at Cornell University. A vet college.

I don’t know if I’m tired or pissed. Both. Pissed, more. Who does she think she is sending me postcards? Why? Is this a joke, does she think we’re friends? Why would I ever want to hear from her? What in hell are those writings? Got a hold of the previous card, the Christmas one. ‘I’m okay’. And now, ‘I don’t have a bone to pick with you’. God, and the get-well one, too. She must have checked the local papers to see that article. The sheer ARROGANCE. Should have left her right there in that basement with Chris.

(later) Got so wound up that I drove to the nearest post office. Picked the one white card there, the one you’re supposed to draw on to make it personal. Left it blank, wrote STOP IT on the back, and sent right away. This has got to end.

March, 18 Full moon. Up all night again. This, too, has got to end.

March, 26 Went patrolling again and drove to the Quarry by the end of the shift. There’s nothing horrifying on uneasy about it in morning light, just a bunch of wooden cabins with sun shining on the surface of the lake. Almost peaceful. Walked around for a while there, thinking. You’d never guess how close to the earth lie the dark secrets hidden all around.

I don’t know what to do with it. The main cottage is ruined, and I don’t exactly have the time or money to repair it. Even if I did, I certainly can’t run it on my own. Chris knew his way around, he loved it. Really, loved it. Spent hours designing improvement plans, or getting the best deals for food delivery, or talking with kids. He was a natural. I’m no Chris. I can’t really fill his shoes, never could.

I’ll probably have to shut it down or resell. The thought doesn’t sit right. I’m on the verge of the right, reasonable decision but can’t make it for the life of me. It’s all wrong.

April, 4 A postcard came. Of course. I guess I felt it in my guts that it would.

A profound-quote kind this time, the type that’s used for aesthetics, not for actual posting.

Stood by the mail box for a good minute. I think I understand now.

Catharsis.

April, 13 It’s time now, makes no sense to postpone it any longer. In order for it to help, it’s supposed to hurt.

I have always, all my life, tried to be a good person. Do the right thing, make the right decisions. I am a police officer, for God’s sake, have been for thirty-five years. I swore to protect people. But Ma also raised us to protect the family. What does one do when being a good person contradicts being a good brother, a good son?

I harbor a lot of guilt, Doc Morgan said. Damn right, I do. Good people, innocent people died, because I made a choice. All it takes is one broken oath, because once you break it, there’s no going back. There’s no clear path, nowhere to put your loyalty. All you can do is keep going, further and further into the woods. And along that road, there’s always a choice. People you don’t know, whom you’d sworn to protect, or your family, whom you love. Who do you protect? Whose life do you save? They don’t have answers in the police academy. It’s like that ethical problem where you’re riding a trolley without any sort of brakes, and if you keep on your track, you’ll kill a bunch of people, but if you make a choice to pull the lever and switch the trolley to another track, you’ll only kill one. They say the answer is often ‘don’t switch, don’t take that responsibility, let it ride’. Here’s where the catch comes in. What if those people are your family? One stranger seems like a reasonable enough sacrifice to save the ones you love. Here’s another catch. What if this situation comes up over, and over, and over again? And what if you pull the lever so many times that the pile of bodies grows out of control? Does a good person still do it? Does a good son?

He does, it turns out, because no one ever says: enough. Not one damn person. Dad didn’t say it, Ma certainly never did, not even Chris. The good son, the golden son. I can’t hold it against him, really, we all loved him. He was the kind of person who made everything better simply by showing up with his broad smile and stupid jokes. It just so happened, that the choice was mine, and there were always switches, and Chris was always on the tracks. His children, too. Ultimately, all of us. And once I stopped making that damn choice, the trolley rode right through.

‘Guilt is a ravenous creature,’ that’s what it said, on the postcard. It is, indeed. It’s the never-ending tear between ‘what if I never pulled the lever’ and ‘what if I pulled it just one more time’. It’s people you swore to protect but didn’t, and family you were raised to protect but didn’t. The guilt of not being a good person and not being a good son.

I’ve split myself over it so much I can hardly feel the halves, so I’m saying: enough. I’ve done enough. I’d loved them and protected them as best I could but the truth is, the most important choice is to stop sitting in a crashed trolley contemplating your choices. One person with a rope can’t pull everyone else back from the well. At some point, you’ve got to decide to cut the rope. I’m doing just that. I’ve spent enough time being a good brother and son. Maybe I can try being a good person again now.

April, 14 Went to send a postcard. I don’t know what she’s gonna make of it and if she understands at all. The whole thing is just too hard to explain. Catharsis.

For a second, I even thought of tearing out the last entry and sending it as a letter, but shit, the drama. So I went to the camp and took one of the Quarry postcards instead, from the souvenirs stand. Didn’t know what to write. Then just wrote THANK YOU. Maybe it helps her guilt, too, the one that’s been making her send those cards.

I hope so. God, I hope she understands.

April, 17 Full moon yesterday. Slept through it.

May, 1 The answer came. LIKEWISE. She did understand.

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P.S. July, 7 I didn’t plan on writing anything else, but then another card came. A happy-birthday card, an absolutely idiotic one, with printed cake, and candles, and confetti.

I’m not even gonna ask how the hell she knew.

But then again, I could always send a postcard and find out.

#i'm still not sure if it shouldn't have been a shorter post but here we are #i promise i'm gonna do other characters some time soon :D #the quarry #the quarry fics #travis hackett #travis hackett fics #laura and travis brotp rights #travis hackett meta #laura kearney but like she's not even named here #BUT SHE IS IMPORTANT #anna writes the quarry #the quarry spoilers #tw: trauma #healing

[greetingfromthedead]

C23: Dusty Memory

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The few days you spend in town go by in a haze; your mind is too consumed with trying to figure out how or why you fell asleep and forgot everything that led up to it. The only explanation is that you did recover a memory, but at the same time, that couldn't be true because you don't really have a new memory. After your nightmare, you tried to sleep again only to have that same dream, and Vash had to wake you once more. Avoiding the memory made you stay up again. Once you spent the night playing with Vash's hair, the other time you sat on the roof of the hotel, looking down onto the empty streets. Vash didn't like this, seeing you tense again, not able to relax, but chose not to say anything.

After Vash had made sure the Plant was alright and wouldn't relapse, he suggested you'd move on, heading east again towards the town of Calamity J. You had no issues with it and simply agreed. Vash tried to pay for the hotel stay but was bluntly refused; the townsfolk insisted that it's their way of paying back for him saving their lives. Vash had to admit defeat, and on one hot morning, the two of you set out again into the vast desert.

"Are you okay?" Vash finally asks, not expecting to get a fully truthful answer from you.

"I'm fine," you say, not turning towards him. "Actually, the voices have quieted down a lot on occasion. Not sure how or why."

Vash looks over with a frown on his face. He doesn't believe you are fine; he has seen you zoned out in thought for the past few days; you've been more shut in, smiling less, and bantering less. He knows you are worried about something. You seem so distant.

"Do you have any idea why the voices disappear? You said I was able to quiet them down. Does it have something to do with me?" He keeps poking at the issue, hoping to get a hint on how he could help you.

"I don't know. It could have something to do with your unique presence, but..." you have an idea of what the cause could be, but you don't want to make him worry about it since you could be wrong, "I'm not sure. Maybe it is you."

He sees your weak smile, which doesn't reflect in your eyes. He thinks back to when he tried to hide his pain from you. Is this how you felt back then? Vash wishes he could just take away your problems, make them disappear, and see you smile.

"If you figure it out... anything at all: what is causing it, what it means, how I could help you... would you tell me?" He asks in a serious manner, watching your expression carefully.

"Of course," you say with no emotion. Your eyes haven't met his since leaving the town, and it tears at his heart.

"Sweet Pea, please, look at me," he pleads, and your gaze does lift from the sand and is turned to him, but all he senses is pain. "What aren't you telling me?"

"Don't worry about it. As long as the voices are gone, I am good. I can focus on you, on me, on everything." But at that moment, the cries in your head are nearly deafening.

After two days of traveling without issues, the worms have become relentless; swarms of these critters have been following you. The toma keep trying to catch them mid-flight, snapping their beaks at them. You also keep swatting them away.

"What is up with these?" asks Vash as he shoos more of them away. "They've been following us for hours, and it's nearly nightfall. We can't even really set up camp with them around; the toma would be restless."

"I know. I wonder what's going on." You brush some more of them away from your tomas. But suddenly the little critters seem to freeze, fluttering without moving, and a moment later a worm spout fills the air with sand a little ways to your side. Way too close for comfort.

"We have to move!" Vash calls out, and both of you signal your toma to run. In the distance, there are some rocks, so you head that way.

Behind you, you hear more eruptions of sand, and you assume there are other worms. They can't be too big, but big enough to seriously injure the toma and Vash. Lucky for you, the birds are faster, and soon, you find yourself close enough to the rocks that the sounds of the worms stop as they probably have reached bedrock. Not taking any chances, you keep moving, and to your surprise, there is a small village in the midst of the rocks, but on closer inspection, you realize it's abandoned.

"I never knew there used to be a settlement here." Vash mumbles as you get closer; the toma no longer running. "I wonder why it was abandoned."

"No power source, maybe? Or perhaps the worms?" you theorize.

"Could be. I think it's smartest for us to stay the night here; there must be bedrock here so there are no large worms, and the toma can also stay indoors."

"I agree. Let's check the houses."

The town is empty; there is not a soul anywhere. Most buildings have been partially covered by sand; the rest are simply dusty. It looks like looters have been through here; some houses are ripped apart more than others, but still, you find one that is in decent condition; the sand hasn't made its way in too badly. You check the little toma enclosure, and that too is in good shape; just minor tweaks to the gate, and you can lead the birds in and get them settled, picking up the rest of your gear. Vash is still inspecting the other houses and trying to piece together what happened.

You get inside and find the dusty little bedroom. You open all the windows and start to get things cleaned up. You take the bed covers outside, dust off surfaces as much as you can, and make the bed with your gear, covering the still slightly dusty mattress with your own and using the blankets you carry around. This should be comfortable enough for Vash. You intend to keep watch, as the voices have been too quiet for the last hour. You feel the storm coming, and you don't want to be tormented by nightmares.

You search through the kitchen but don't find anything edible, so you have to dig into your supplies, getting the little gas burner and mess kit ready. Vash comes back empty-handed, saying he didn't find anything and that this village has been abandoned for a long time.

"What are you cooking up?" He comes closer and leans on the counter.

"Stew. I had one in my bag." You are stirring the pot patiently, still avoiding Vash's eyes. You feel guilty for not telling him everything, but you don't want him to worry about something he can do nothing about either. "This feels strangely familiar."

"How so?" His curious gaze focused on you.

"I wish I knew. Something about this—the small, dark, gloomy kitchen, the smell of stew. The dust in the air, and you leaning there." You frown as you try to recall the details.

Vash dusts off a stool and pulls it out with a scraping sound, and it sends shivers up your spine. Multiple chairs making the same noise echo in your head.

"There were many people. The pot was a lot bigger." Like through a thick fog, you see figures moving in your head, trying to step closer and see more details. You are consumed by it. Vash sees your hand stopping, your eyes somewhere far away, and he looks at you intently, ready to act the second you need him.

Just a moment later, your body is woken up with a jolt. After a moment of staring at the spoon, you lift the mess kit off the burner and take a step backwards.

"Iris?" Vash stands up, his hands already reaching out to you.

"I remember. But it doesn't make sense." Your eyes focus on the floor. "There was a kitchen, only a bit bigger than this, but it was full of people, like 10 or more. The small, broken windows were partially covered, and there were dark clouds outside. Everything was dirty, but it wasn't dust; it was soot. I was making food for all these people."

The picture in your memory seems so unreal, so unlike you.

"Do you remember anything else?" Vash asks quietly and comes closer. You can see his feet as he stands in front of you.

"No, it's just a brief glimpse." You sigh, "Could it be a memory of before the Seeds ship? Because I don't think I ever got that close with people after the crash, and I remember most of that time, I think."

Vash's hand lifts your chin up so you are looking at him. His eyes are so filled with compassion and love that it makes you even guiltier for keeping things. He leans his forehead against yours, his gentle fingers still under your chin.

"That's good. Right? You wanted to remember. Maybe there's something more you can remember, something you can reach." His voice is quiet and encouraging.

"I'm not sure it is from before the crash or before Project Seeds. There's no way of knowing; it just doesn't fit with the rest of my memories." You look at him sadly.

"Doesn't matter. You still remembered something new. I'm so happy for you." His face is so filled with kindness, you can barely take it. You should tell him about the voices and what you think is happening. But you don't want the kindness in his gaze to be replaced by pity or sorrow.

"Thank you. For rooting me on, Red." You smile at him; this time it reaches your eyes, but it doesn't hide the glint of sadness.

"I always will. I'll do anything for you." He smiles too, and lifts his head from your forehead to place a kiss there instead.

You reach your arms around him, underneath his coat, and step closer to hug him, feeling the metal between his heart and your cheek. You still hear his heartbeat; it's slightly elevated, and his voice sounds from his chest.

"You can trust me with anything that troubles you. I can't help you if I don't know what pains you." His arms tighten around your shoulders.

"I'm afraid you can't help me. Not with this." You say it quietly, surprised that he heard you at all.

"But maybe it will get easier if you tell me? Won't you try?"

"The voices have gotten worse, unless there are the quiet moments where it's like they have disappeared... I can barely hear you. I can barely see and focus on the road ahead. They have never been that bad before, and last time they drove me close to insanity."

"So it's either all or nothing?"

You nod against his chest, a lump forming in your throat.

"Are the quiet moments increasing?" he continues.

"Yes, they are more frequent but unpredictable. I don't know when they come or go or how long they last."

"Maybe it's a sign that the voices will be gone soon?" he says, hopefully.

"That's the best-case scenario, yes."

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[nonbinarv]

ask game! <3

loop (isat) - 5, 12, 23, 25

ena (ena) - 2, 3, 4, 13

absol (pkmn) - 1, 6, 23, 24

ena

2. the basis for her design is a cool concept :o

3. does the end of temptation stairway count /hj

4. hmm. pokémon bc i have made a team for her before. she would find fun there i think. a strain of joy she recognizes

13. 🎭. yes this is just my ena tag on my kin blog but like am i wrong,

absol

1. i forgot when or how i really ended up attaching to absol in particular but like. the pokédex entries… it just wants to keep people safe but is scorned for it… it's really just the black cat of the pokémon universe and i want to hug it. also i know people call its design edgy but i consider it more majestic than anything ngl. idk i just want it to be happy

6. could use a hug

23. look at its little tail wags… its paw movements… ;w;

24. …hm not sure tbh? design-wise mayyybe joshua twewy. mega absol in particular. it's just the Vibes™

loop (under the cut for spoilers)

5. so technically there's an official playlist for them i haven't listened to yet- but the very first one that comes to mind is sundial by lemon demon thanks to this comic. since that's more of an overall siffrin song than specifically loop though (it's on my kin playlist too which has a lot of songs that overlap for obvious reasons), there's also upside down & inside out by ok go and you are getting a ramble on discord about my logic later tonight owo

12. okay okay hc time. so the thing is siffrins are not very subtle creatures right. so i think that just like odile was suspicious of the time loops before having enough info to really put the pieces together, she'd be suspicious as all hell of loop in a post-canon scenario where they join the family. while they'd still keep their façade up there'd be all these little things that she can and would notice. especially considering her own guilt that she expresses in act 6 for not pushing more to find out what was wrong she would confront them so quickly about it and they would not react well because in addition to pineapples siffrins are also extremely allergic to being vulnerable. also this odile may be a near perfect copy but not quite, not theirs, a complete stranger wearing her face- loop wouldn't go full act 5 but they'd definitely ramp up their playful exterior out of desperation and flee.

odile ends up the first to know (besides siffrin of course) after siffrin is 👀 at them and loop has to experience the other side of self to self therapy momence. self-recognition through the other (derogatory but necessary bc if siffrin has to start opening up to the others then so does loop it's not fair for only one siffrin to). maybe going the 'if you got to tell them about my time loops i get to tell them about this if you don't' type thing but not in like a manipulative or getting back at them way more a 'i know you'll never actually say it otherwise but you do have to come clean eventually' thing if that makes sense. bc how are they supposed to start healing from it if they won't even admit it

she takes it surprisingly well; she'd only push to a certain point (not as necessary to like with siffrin and his wish, the universe isn't breaking over it) and let loop know that while she may not be their odile they're still a part of the family all the same and that she's there for them too not just siffrin. may ramble more @ you later on discord about how i perceive loop's relationships with the rest of the group bc this question has me rotating them in my mind

23. not a favorite emotionally bc they deserve better but also ough. the moment of their old appearance shining through before the battle. and this pic when they talk about their second wish, stuck in it for so long that they just break and want someone to help them, for it all to stop… it's gonna kill me when i get their act 6 stuff. it's the emotional impact of it

25. initially an absolute bastard. not quite hatred but also damn "have you tried not dying?" fuck that y'know. they're still very much bastard but now it's like. i get it sdgfkjhl i can't say anything really. i want to give them a hug because they're just as touch-starved if not even more so. old friend start again siffrin continuing to go through hell, again of their own making…

#answered #ty my angel <3

[aprillikesthings]

I had originally promised msyelf I wouldn't live-tweet or live-blog my rewatch of she-ra (mostly bc it will make it take FOREVER to watch the whole thing) but...fuck it

THIS IS A REWATCH. I've forgotten plenty of it, but I still remember plenty too, and that's all going to bias how I react to things, and obviously there will be spoilers, and also I don't plan to react to EVERYTHING bc it would just take too long okay? okay

Edit: ....yeah this took me nearly two hours for one episode oops

First of all let me point out how hilarious it is to me that when scrolling back through my tags I found myself posting MULTIPLE TIMES that I wanted to write the kind of fic I'm working on but knew I'd need to rewatch the whole series to do it right and now FOUR YEARS LATER I'm finally giving up and doing it.

why am i like this lol

ANYWAY

NETFLIX IT HAS BEEN A COUPLE OF YEARS and I know he's legally changed his name WHY is Nate/ND's old name still on here

THat's....that's Angella. That's a terrible propaganda poster of Angella. I'm cracking up how did I not notice that before

Okay the very first time Adora says Catra's name I lol'ed bc I've watched this fanvid (which came out after s2) a truly bananapants number of times and it's just what I immediately thought of

I started reading a fic recently that I couldn't get into and gave up on, but it pointed out something that seems OBVIOUS NOW: the reason the Horde is all children/teenagers is like, the whole "destroying the villages of Etheria" thing. Just slaughtering the parents and stealing the kids.

Then again maybe they said that in canon and I forgot. Dumb shit like that is of course why I'm rewatching.

Someone pointed out that both Adora and Catra obviously have ADHD and I cannot unsee it

I mean yeah that's...that's her entire motivation

(I mean not quite in the way Adora means it here but)

I will never, ever be over how fast this show started baiting them as a pairing. I remember the first time I watched the first episodes saying "the people who made this came from fandom and they know exactly how to get us."

Catra nails Shadow Weaver's motivation--"She's just mad she doesn't have any real power that doesn't come from Hordak and everyone knows it." And then calls Adora a "people-pleaser." She's not wrong.

Like, Catra understands the motivations etc of everyone but herself

(...something something abused children something C-PTSD something hypervigilance)

Catra's tail swishing just like a real cat's does when angry is A+

Re: stealing the skiff: Catra's supposed to be the one with bad impulse control but Adora is just as bad!! (it's the ADHD)

...pulling a random pretty sword out of the ground that's lit up like a quest in a video game is also poor impulse control lollll

I still crack up at this one and am still surprised I haven't read a fic that makes a big deal out of hair-pulling

Bow folding up random laundry on the floor and asking where it goes while talking to Glimmer is some nice early character-building. "This boy is not a sexist douchebag."

I mean the outfit helps too lol

Okay so on the one hand I know character age wank is fucking stupid, but also I get why people were like "...are these all minors or what" considering Glimmer's being grounded and then arguing with her mom like a high-schooler. My own parents (who were more controlling than most) stopped actually "grounding" me once I was 18--they just forbid me from using the car for anything but work or school because they owned it. Which is why they owned the car. Anyway.

(True story: that was their punishment for me getting bad grades at community college, and my response to this was to quit school, buy my own car, and move in with my then-boyfriend's family)

I wonder if Adora running off to do things on her own in order to attempt to protect people she cares about without asking them if that's even something they want her to do will be a continuing theme for her 🤔

omg the way they did her eyes/face makes Glimmer look so fucking creepy here

SO MUCH HAIR-PULLING poor Adora

I FORGET WHAT THIS SAYS I know it's an actual "alphabet" and people get tattoos and shit

(so, SO many tattoos of the failsafe...)

(okay but let's be honest a tattoo of the failsafe from the last episode is a really great way of finding other nerdy sapphics, they'd be the only ones to recognize it)

This is kinda heavy-handed ("don't just believe everything authority figures tell you, kids!") but also this show was aimed at like 12-year-olds so

Yeah this absolutely reminds me of conversations I've had over multiple decades about LGBT people and how people who know us as friends, coworkers, neighbors; realize we're Just People and are less likely to be dicks to us--not always, but often. Adora has never met a princess, so it was easy for the Horde to convince her they're all evil.

OH MAN this scene reminds me SO MUCH of the one in Arcane where Ekko is talking to Caitlyn about how Piltover/the Enforcers are fucking over the people of Zaun/the Undercity

Yeah good lord I could do a line-by-line dialogue comparison.

"Woman who has always been on the side of what she thought was The Law finds out everything she's ever known is a fucking lie and actually, she's been part of a force oppressing and destroying other people and immediately wants to fix things"

*squints at Caitlyn and Adora*

We never do find out who Grayskull is, but that's because Netflix doesn't have the rights to the He-Man stuff, and I admit this was probably the best way to keep She-Ra's signature line without getting into that

OKAY FIRST EP OVER omg

#april rewatches spop #there I have a tag #Youtube

[sardonic-sprite]

Rocks Under Tide

written for Whumptober 2022, days 1, 27, 29 (see tags)

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"Hey, Dad," Tim called, sloughing his backpack off his shoulder and onto the kitchen table. "I'm home!"

No answer, which was unsurprising. Jack wasn't one to acknowledge Tim's existence unless that existence was beneficial.

He wandered into the living room, frowning when he found it empty. The TV was off, which meant his dad wasn't on a simple bathroom or snack break. 

Tim slid into a fighting stance.

"Dad?" he tried again, creeping out of the living room and hoping he wasn't about to find his father crumpled on the floor, "Are you here?"

The study was empty, but it looked the same as when Tim had last seen it. All of the rooms looked the same, actually, which fairly debunked Tim's Intruder theory.

"Hello!" he hollered. "Dad?"

"Timothy?" 

Tim would have sighed in relief if not for the ice in his father's voice.

"Come up here, now."

Tim swallowed tightly. "Coming!"

He tried to stifle the flood of anxiety, telling himself Jack was just... volatile, and was probably annoyed Tim hadn't cleaned his room or something. Maybe today had been rough for him physically. It didn't necessarily have anything to do with Tim himself.

Tim's bedroom door was wide open, light on. 

He took a deep breath, pressing his hands against his thighs to keep them from shaking.

He probably just saw my report card or something.

Tim had meant to get help with English, really, but his essay - which would make a good 35% of his grade - was supposed to be on To Kill A Mockingbird, and the one time he brought it up, Dick cried and Bruce could only explain that it was one of Jason's favorite books. Tim couldn't ask them to pore over it with him after that.

He meant to go for a casual What's up?, but when he stepped through the doorframe his voice died.

His room was utterly, completely trashed. Dresser drawers all open, contents strewn around the room. Posters torn down, hamper overturned, even his mattress yanked half off the bedframe. His desk had been pulled away from the wall, and everything down to his pencil case had been spilled on top. His laptop was open to his browser history, blessedly clear of anything damning.

Only, that didn't matter.

Because Jack was holding Tim's Robin uniform. 

"What. Is. This?" he hissed, brandishing the kevlar at Tim.

"A cosplay." Tim didn't know how he managed to keep his voice even. He couldn't quite stop himself from blinking too many times. "Forgot I had it, I haven't worn it in--"

"Bullshit."

Tim flinched as the uniform made a loud thwack against the wall. Jack stalked closer, and Tim backed up, tripping over a broken picture frame. Jack pulled him back up by his shirt collar, and Tim had to force down the instinct to strike his attacker and break free.

"Robin, Timothy? What the hell do you think you're doing? At least if it was a gang, there's ways to get out of jail, but--"

"If... what?"

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice you sneaking out of the house every night? For god's sake, how blind do you think I am?"

"I don't--"

"You explain to me, Timothy, you explain to me right the fuck now, what the hell were you thinking? Running around with a madman every night, getting into fights, and getting fucking shot at?"

Tim swallowed hard. "I think I'm helping people."

"'Helping people?'" Jack sneered. He kept walking, pushing Tim in front of him until Tim's back hit the wall. "How naïve are you, Tim? No, how stupid are you? Is that what Batman's been filling your head with?"

"I'm not naïve. And I'm not stupid. I'm saving lives." Under his breath, Tim added, "Some people call me a hero."

"I call you a goddamn idiot! So puffed up on the glory you can't fucking see that that... thing is just using you to give the freak club something else to shoot at. How long did you think you were gonna last, boy? The last Robin fucking died! You're just gonna throw your life away to save one drunk from another?"

Tim tried to blink away the sting behind his eyes. "Batman didn't want me to fight at all, let alone to use me. But I wanted to do something worthwhile, and if I do die--"

"You're sixteen, Timothy," Jack snapped, shoving Tim harder against the wall. "You will not say another word about dying or so help me--"

"Don't tell me you'd miss me," Tim hissed. "Be honest, Dad, you'd be glad if you never had to deal with me again!"

A burst of pain against Tim's cheek and his head whipped to the side. He was still frozen in shock when Jack grabbed his chin and forced them face to face again.

"Timothy Jackson, don't you ever speak to me that way again, do you understand me?"

Tim... Tim... slowly nodded, staring at his father's white face. His cheek was starting to throb. It would probably bruise.

Jack finally let him go and backed away, shoes crunching on several CD cases.

"Good. And this Robin nonsense ends now, do you hear me, Timothy? You're grounded indefinitely. You go to school, you come right the fuck back here and you do not leave this house until school again. If you ever try to sneak out again, I swear to god I'm going to take a belt to you. Count yourself damn lucky I'm not doing it now."

Jack was half out the door when Tim found his voice.

"No."

"No?"

Jack slowly turned around. His eyes were darker than Tim had ever seen them. Tim stepped away from the wall, fists clenched at his sides, and this time when Jack stalked closer, he stood his ground.

"No," he repeated. "I'm not going to stop being Robin."

"This is not a choice, Timothy. I am your father and you will obe--"

"No!" 

This time it was Tim who stepped forward. His breath was coming fast, and his body felt hot and flushed. 

"You don't get to call yourself that. Maybe you made me, but then you left me. You never once acted like a father unless it benefitted you, so don't expect me to give up the one thing that's ever made me feel worth something just because you say so!"

"You will never," Jack roared, spit flying, "go out at night and play superhero again!"

"I'd like to see you stop me."

Tim saw the shift in his father's eyes a second too late. An unnerving mixture of resolve and calculation piercing the pure rage.

And he didn't react in time.

Jack lunged, tackling Tim to the ground. Tim's head struck something hard, and by the time he blinked the stars away, Jack had turned him over, knee planted squarely between Tim's shoulder blades.

"You want me to stop you?" he muttered. "Fine. I'll stop you."

"Get off!" 

Tim bucked, trying to throw Jack off, or get his hands planted to lever up. Jack dug his knee deeper into Tim's back, grabbing his wrists hard as he flailed. He wrenched Tim's arms behind him and shifted to pin them against his back. Tim grunted at the weight.

"You will learn to respect me, Timothy," Jack growled, accompanied by the jingle of a belt buckle. "And I don't care what I have to do to get through to you!"

"Newsflash," Tim snarled back, still squirming and kicking, looking around at the debris for a weapon, "if beating me worked, I'd have quit the first time I ran into the mob!"

"Dear god, boy, do you fucking hear yourself?"

Tim yelped as Jack yanked his wrists back even further, and froze for a fatal second when he felt leather wrapping around his upper arms. His heartbeat kicked up five gears as his father wrapped the belt around and around his arms, tying it off around his palms.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"If this is what it takes to protect you from your own idiocy--"

"FUCK you!"

Tim finally landed a kick against Jack's back. He grunted and toppled right, and Tim tried to roll left only to be blocked by the mattress. He scrambled to get his feet under him and stand, swaying for a few precious seconds before he could stumble towards the door.

He made it a quarter of the way before a sharp tug on his ankle felled him with a cry. Jack clawed his way closer, despite Tim's continued kicking. 

"You... Will never... Go out... there... again!"

Tim's knee jabbed Jack's throat, making him gag, but he was too late. Jack had one hand fisted in Tim's hair. He jerked his head up, then backwards, slamming it into the dresser, and everything went dark.

Tim's head was pounding. His arms and shoulders ached, and the rest of his body felt stiff and sore. He lay on a hard floor, pitifully cushioned by... a blanket?

He opened his eyes, seeing nothing but a sliver of light just in front of him, coming underneath a door and illuminating a hardwood floor identical to the hallways in Drake Manor.

Oh.

Fuck.

Tim bowed his head against the ground, making the throbbing worse. 

That had really happened.

His father had found out Tim was Robin, Tim was stupid enough to openly defy his order to stop, and... and Jack had attacked Tim, tied him up with his belt, and locked him in a closet.

Tim bit his lip, not sure if it was to stop a sob or a scream.

His dad was never supposed to know. Never, because Tim knew he would be livid, knew he would go completely off the rails. 

Yet he'd never imagined something like this. Being kept prisoner in his own home under the excuse of protection.

How had it gotten so bad that Jack locking him up to 'keep him safe' was the only way he could show something like love?

Tim's eyes burned. He bit his lip and kicked at the door, then kicked it again, over and over until his toes were throbbing.

"Stupid," he hissed. "Stupid, stupid, stupid."

Yes, Dad. Whatever you want, Dad. I'll quit, Dad. Then wait for nightfall and go out anyway.

Then maybe he'd at least be tied up by somebody he could hate.

He shut that thought down, following it immediately with Robin's thoughts, with the process Bruce had drilled him on over and over and over again: what to do if you're captured.

Tim knew where he was, and that he was alone. He didn't know how close his d- captor was, or what his plan was. Keep Tim locked up until he broke? Even after? Forget he ever existed and then stumble on his corpse years later looking for spare linens?

Tim took a deep breath. That line of thought wouldn't help anything. The next step was to determine what was keeping him trapped, and how best to get out of it.

The belt was his most immediate problem. It was tight enough that his arms were starting to tingle. His fingers were already numb. 

Tim closed his eyes and breathed, focusing on what he could still feel. The belt was actually fastened just above his elbows, with the tail wrapping around his forearms and hands until it knotted in his left palm. He picked at the knot with his fingers, hoping it was big enough and loose enough that he could pull it free. 

It took longer than he wanted, but Tim did manage to untie the knot at his hands. The tension around his forearms slackened, and he was relieved by the sting of bloodflow coming back into his fingers.

Only, he could do nothing about the buckle. Tugging the belt's tail failed to do anything other than hurt his arms, and the blanket confounded any attempt to drag the loop against the ground. And not even Dick could have contorted himself to undo it with his hands.

And just like that, Tim was powerless again. The only answer Robin had was endure and wait for rescue or for a better opportunity. 

So Tim waited in the dark, unsure how long it would take for anyone to realize he was missing. Unwilling to hope anyone would, because it only ever made his disappointment worse. Unable to turn off the memories of everything that had gone so wrong.

Uncaring to stop the tears streaming silently down his face.

By the fifth time Bruce checked his phone and set it back down with an anxious Hn, Dick had had enough.

"For the love of God, just call him!" he pleaded.

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "Tim never answers phone calls, you know this."

"He would for you!"

Bruce's next hum was considering. Dick waited for a short eternity before one of Bruce’s anxieties overrode the other, and he opened his phone to contacts.

After a minute of ringing, the line beeped and Tim's voice said, "Hey, you've reached Tim's cell. Please leave a message, or text if it's urgent."

Bruce sighed and hung up. His eyes slipped to the seat across from him. The empty one where a different boy would sit. Until he stopped answering his phone. Until he was too far away for help to reach him. Then too far for any force on earth to reach him.

Dick stood up.

"I'm going over to check on him," he said.

Bruce looked up at him and nodded silently. Dick didn't wait any longer before hurrying out the back door from the kitchen and starting across the lawn. Logically he knew getting a car or his bike would be faster, but he needed to move.

Speed-walking became jogging became running became sprinting, until he reached the wall between the properties and had to brace against it, breathing hard. He wished he could go up and over, climb in through a window, but with Tim's father around (for once) that would raise too many red flags. So he walked along the wall until it turned the corner and the driveway came into view.

Drake Manor was as imposing and forbidding as ever, too white and square and filled with priceless things to be anything but a museum. Certainly not a home. Dick didn't know how Tim could live alone there so long and not be insane.

He rang the doorbell, bouncing slightly on his heels while he waited. And waited. And rang again. And waited some more, worry building with every second. He was about to go around and find a window when finally footsteps beat towards the door and it swung open.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Jack Drake snapped, glaring.

Dick didn't like the look in his eyes. Fortunately, he was good at charming people he didn't trust.

"Hi, I'm Dick Grayson. My father owns the house next door? We took care of Tim while you were, ah, unable."

"And?"

 Drake's expression shifted from outright hostile to wary, probably triggered by the aside to Bruce Wayne. Every so often Dick was glad to have a famous father.

"Well, traditionally, Thursdays are game night. I just came over to see if Tim was planning to come, since he hasn't been answering his phone."

"Timothy is grounded."

Dick blinked. "Grounded."

"Yes." Drake started to close the door. "Some other time, perhaps."

"Well, could I just say hi?" Dick tried, very nearly sticking his foot in the doorway. 

"No."

And with that, the door shut and the lock clicked. 

"Damn," Dick whispered. 

He didn't like it. He couldn't pinpoint what exactly was setting him off, but there was an uncomfortable twist in his stomach, which only got worse as he turned back down the driveway. 

Was it so impossible for Tim to be grounded? No. Dick loved the kid, but he was wild. He was reckless and independent and never quite knew when to shut up. All reasons Drake could have grounded him.

Taking away Tim's phone with the grounding also made some kind of sense, and Dick knew Drake didn't much like him or Bruce, so it wasn't surprising he'd shut Dick out, but...

The nagging feeling wouldn't go away, whispering over and over that he needed to see Tim safe or risk failing him the way he'd failed Jason. By not being there when his brother needed his help.

Dick waited until he was out of sight of the house, then doubled back around the side towards Tim's room. He climbed up the oak tree outside the window and dropped down onto the eaves to look inside.

Tim's room looked like a hurricane had hit it. There wasn't a single surface not littered with personal debris. Clothes, books, papers, CD cases, school supplies. The furniture had been yanked away from the walls, and the mattress was half off the bed frame.

The pit in Dick's stomach sank deeper.

He pulled open the window and slipped inside, consciously calming his breathing. He had to stare at the ground to avoid tripping on or breaking anything, and the view showed him that other people had not been so careful.

"Tim?" he called softly. "Are you here?"

He knew Tim wasn't. Tim wasn't a neat freak like Jason, but even he would never just leave his room in such a state. Dick could try to hope he was just... getting a trash bag or dust cloth, or, or in the bathroom. But then he saw an all-too-familiar shade of red.

Robin. Robin's suit just crumpled against the wall, and Dick could feel his heart speeding up because Tim would never treat his and Jason's legacy that way.

"Tim!" 

Dick yanked open the door and started into the hall. He didn't much care if Jack Drake found him. In fact, he'd like to ask the man a few questions. 

Timothy is grounded. No, you can't see him.

Was he trying to cover up that some villain had found out Tim's secret and kidnapped (not killed, not killed) him?

Or was he the reason Tim was nowhere to be seen?

"Tim, can you hear me?"

"What the hell?" 

Jack Drake came storming up the stairs, face scarlet when he saw Dick.

"How the hell did you get up here? This is private property!"

"Where's Tim?"

"I'll call the police--"

"And explain to them why your son is missing and you're not doing anything about it?"

"What are you talking about?" Jack sneered.

"This!" Dick pointed to Tim's open door and the trashed room inside. "It's nothing short of a warzone, and Tim would have been right in the center of it! What are you hiding, Jack? Where is Tim?"

"My son is not your problem anymore. Leave. Now."

"Tim!" Dick hollered, staring Jack in the eyes and daring him to make a move. "Tim, if you're here, answer me!" 

"Dick?"

The horrible twist in Dick's stomach finally relaxed, even as he narrowed his eyes at Jack.

"Dick, I'm here!"

Tim's cry was distant and muffled, but Dick could tell he was farther down the hall, behind Jack. Jack clenched his jaw and curled his hands into fists as he hissed, "Get. Out."

"I will fight you," Dick warned. "And I will win."

Jack yelled and threw a punch. Dick pivoted and let Jack's force carry him on, sweeping his legs out from under him with one kick. Jack snarled and tried to get up, but Dick pinned him with one foot against his back.

"If Tim has been hurt or violated because of you," Dick murmured, "I will make you pay for it, no matter what it does to me."

"Who the fuck do you think you are!?"

Dick leaned down, Jack grunting at the shifting weight, and whispered, "Well, if Tim is Robin..."

Jack went utterly still. He didn't move even when Dick let him go. Dick scoffed and turned back down the hall, running towards Tim's voice.

Tim kept yelling, "Here! Dick, I'm here!" and kicking the door until he could hear Dick just outside calling, "I got you, Tim, I got you!"

He stopped kicking and a minute later the lock clicked and the door swung open.

"Tim?"

"Down here," he sobbed.

Dick's knees folded to reveal his face. Tim had never seen it so tight and angry.

"Hey, kiddo," he said, voice incongruously soft with his expression. "Let's get you out of there."

He took hold of the blanket and backed up, sliding Tim out of the closet. He snarled when he saw the belt binding his arms.

"I'm sorry," Tim stammered, "I couldn't get it off--"

Dick shushed him, leaning over to fuss with the buckle. Tim bowed his head to rest it against Dick's knee, soaking his jeans with tears. He felt the tension give, and seconds later was swept into a bone-crushing embrace, Dick stroking his hair and whispering, "It's ok. It's gonna be ok."

"I didn't... I... How did you...?"

"You weren't answering your phone," Dick breathed. He pulled back, taking Tim's face in his hands and turning it side to side, then taking his arms and squeezing his hands to warm up his fingers. "We were so scared, baby bird."

"I'm ok," Tim tried, "really--"

But Dick was shaking his head.

"Tim," he said slowly, forcing Tim to meet his gaze. "Has your dad hurt you like this before?"

"It's for his own damn good!" 

Tim jumped at his father's voice, shrinking behind Dick as he stood up, squaring off with Jack, fists clenched.

"He's a child, my child, and I refuse to let him out on those streets again."

"Tim hasn't been your child since you took that first flight to Cusco," Dick hissed.

Jack flinched.

"And if you hadn't given up your right to him then, you sure as hell did when you tied him up and locked him in a goddamn closet."

Dick reached down a hand to Tim, never breaking his stare as he pulled Tim to his feet and nudged him behind.

"I'm taking Tim home now."

"You can't just--"

"For his sake we'll give you the chance to sign over custody quietly."

Jack gawked, mouth hanging open despite the fury in the rest of his body. Tim shrank against Dick as he carefully led him around his father and down the hall, never letting go of his hand.

"You're gonna be ok," Dick promised again.

"Did you really mean--"

"I'll tell!"

Dick yanked Tim behind him again as he whirled to face Jack, recovered from his shock and with the same crafty look in his eyes that had ended with Tim bound and imprisoned. 

"You take him away, I'll tell the whole city your secret!"

Tim's breath caught, but Dick squeezed his hand.

"Try it."

Jack's smugness faded to confusion. Even Tim glanced up at Dick anxiously, not knowing where he was going.

"Tell the whole city. See how many Rogues and mobs all come after you, asking how you found out and what else you know. See how long they'll bother to ask nicely. See how long it takes them to recognize Tim and go after you as bait. See if he saves you after everything you've done."

Tim shivered. When Jack's eyes slid to him, suddenly fearful, he wanted to throw up. He pressed even closer to Dick to steady himself.

After a minute of silence, Dick scoffed, "That's what I thought," and gently tugged Tim onward again, leaving Jack standing stupefied in the hall.

"Dick, I-"

"It's gonna be ok, Tim. We'll make sure he doesn't--"

"Did you mean it? About taking me back?"

Dick stopped and turned to him, putting his hands on Tim's shoulders and looking straight into his eyes.

"Tim, we never wanted you to go in the first place. Bruce was ready to adopt you outright before your father woke up." Dick tugged him into another tight embrace. "And you have always been my baby brother."

Tim blinked hard, but it still couldn't stop the tears from spilling down his cheeks.

"Oh, sweetheart," Dick sighed, brushing away the tears. "C'mon. Let's go home."

#whumptober 2022 #no. 1 #no. 27 #no. 29 #unconventional restraints #this wasn't supposed to happen #muffled screams #pushed to the limit #defiance #batman #fic #child abuse #tim drake #dick grayson #angst

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2022 Writer’s Tag.

I think it might be fun to look back on what we’ve all achieved this year, let you give yourselves a well deserved pat on the back and also share what you love. When you’re done maybe tag someone else so they can share too?

1. How do you feel 2022 has gone in terms of writing?

On one hand really well!! On the other hand, looking at all my WIPs and drafts.....not as well as I hoped? But I'm so astounded that I haven't been writing a full year on here and it's taken off and so many people like it!

2. What piece are you proudest of this year? It can be a shot/blurb/headcannon, a whole series or even a specific chapter.

AHHHH!! This is so hard...I think I'm really proud of Summer in the City. It was something I'd never really written before, and I stressed about making sure the details for the time period was right. I would love to go back one day and rewrite it and improve it, but it's my baby and I'm really proud!!

3. Is there anything you posted that you wish had reached more people? (No such thing as a flop here!) Shout it out, it might catch a new pair of eyes!

Mmmm, I try not to focus on numbers too much, I don't want to take away from the happiness I find in writing, but most Danny fics don't get the recognition they deserve in general, and a lot of times Sam fics don't. And this Jake fic which I forgot and just realized isn't on my masterlist (18+ ONLY)

4. Can you give us a hint of anything coming before the end of the year? Maybe even a little taster?

Oh, I'll tease the Jake holiday fic coming out this friday, since we don't have much else before the year ends

“I am sleepy.” you replied. “It’s been a long day. Fun, but long.” Jake smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“It’s been a perfect day.” Jake adjusted his position, sliding down so you both were laying down and you snuggled into his chest.

5. Are you setting any writing goals for next year, or just going with the flow? If you are, what are they?

I have my Josh fic, A Novel Idea, coming out, and it's gaining speed in my doc for it, so it should be out fairly early, but honestly I just like going with the flow. If I get an idea, I shove it my drafts and work on it when I feel like it. @lunaindigoraven and I literally talk all the time about ideas and she's truly a great friend and helps me workshop things. Sometimes we're just talking and then it's like OOH that's a fic! and I also really love writing little blurbs from prompt lists, it's really fun and great writing exercise!

6. Do you have any one shots or finished pieces you’re tempted to expand on or revisit next year?

I have a few one shots I have a part two for in the works, no clue if they'll get done next year...again I might play around with Summer in the City and expand it.

7. Is there anything new you’re tempted to try out? A new style/trope/AU/another person in the fandom?

I have a couple AUs in the works, soulmate, supernatural, and i'm trying to work out the kinks in another historically based fic!

8. Now to hype some other writers! What’s a piece you read back in the first half of the year that you can shout out?

Always the first on my mind is A Tattoo Artist Walks into a Flower Shop by @garagebandvanfleet it's my favorite Danny fic EVER.

And then the Indecent Proposal fics by @gretavanfleetposts got me through a rough patch back in the spring and took my mind off a lot and they're AMAZINGLY written (so is the rest of Em's work!!!)

9. And how about something you’ve read more recently?

This isn't news to anyone following me for the past month, but Perfidy by @earthlysorrows is phenomenal!!!! and Valence by @gretavanfleetposts is wonderful and they're both such amazing and immersive stories!! @jake-kiszkas-smirk has quite a few amazing fics (babes, I have so many of your fics in my drafts to save to read/react/reblog if it seems like I'm not in there I AM!!) and honestly, not doing bc they tagged me, The Dead Don't Die, Jake Kiszka by @highdefkiszka Percy writes so descriptively and you can really feel the characters emotions and feelings!!

10. A fun one to finish...If you could insert yourself into any fic in the fandom, which would it be and what do you think would happen?

Oh god...oh...this is so hard omg....you know what, I wanna be in Perfidy. Madi insert this reader. I wanna be the lovable normal neighbor who notices all the magic but is just like eh none of my business and has a big fat crush on the guy who water bends and bakes him cookies and treats "just because" 😌😉 and then I think Madi would kill me off (lovingly and hopefully dramatically) for the angst.

I was tagged by the wonderful and incomparable @highdefkiszka and I am tagging anyone who wants to do this bc I think everyone else has already done it!!!

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[keefwho]

May 06 - 2024 Monday

11:01pm

5/10

I've been getting to bed late so I haven't had the proper time to write down my thoughts. It has to be quick tonight too. This morning I mowed the lawn for the first time this year, it was nice and looks so much better. I didn't rake though, I will next time. In the shower I tried to play VRchat again but I joined an empty world and stayed there. No one else joined. For breakfast I made my last jimmy dean sandwich and rice. My weight was up a tiny bit so I planned to have a light lunch. I started an episode of Black Mirror that DS recommended me and I got hooked. I was only able to watch half before work and I was eager to continue later. I popped in on BR and JG in their VC very briefly to see what was up.

For work I warmed up with arm sketches, looking at different muscle locations. Then I sketched the commissions I forgot to on Friday and finished GS's commission. I had 30 minutes to spare so I worked on a personal thing too. While reading comments at the beginning, someone had said all my characters look like cubs on an e621 tag bot post which was insane to me. Like I don't know what he's seeing. We also found out he likes school girl stuff so.

After work I continued Black Mirror while I snacked and made lunch. I ate the rest of my Salt and Vinegar chips and made lipton soup. Since my frozen bread broke apart, I used it in my soup instead of crumbled up crackers as a way to thicken it. I didn't boil it long enough though so all I got were chunks of soft, slimy bread that ruined the soup. I choked it down anyways but it was not fun. Then I started the first Black Mirror episode since I was curious.

In the afternoon I sketched something for DS that I got permission to continue with. I did some more sketches while I waited for that and that was pretty much the whole hour of friend art this week. The request winner didn't get back to me in time and neither did the second winner so I skipped requests today. With how I was feeling and the upcoming therapy appointment, I didn't work on anything else today.

Therapy was fine, we mostly went over what's been happening and how things are pretty stable. Next time I'm going to have some long term goals organized and maybe he can help me come up with a way to keep track of them so I keep working on them.

After that I hopped on Minecraft in a call with AE and BT. They didn't talk much. I was trying to figure out how to start my new snowman kingdom. Then DS called so I joined her while I played and we watched furry videos. I briefly switched to KSP and she headed to bed. While she did, I finished that first BM episode. In bed we did puzzles, set a new record for the crossword time, and I played KH2.

I want to give journaling more attention. Sometimes I do it as a chore and sort of mindlessly. I'd like to take my time and consider it as if I was writing for someone who has no context for anything in my life. I think it'll help me to expand in greater detail and assist in my communication/perspective taking skills. But to do that I need time so I should probably enforce a nighttime cutoff time again where I get off to do dishes and get ready for bed. Usually 10:30 has been good enough.

#journal #diary

[nightshadehasblorbos]

🎶 and 📚!

📚 [Books] Is this WIP part of a series or standalone?

All the fics I am currently writing are standalones. But I am planning to write sequels for the two fics that I have already posted. There's more about potential sunrise laughing sequels in the next question, and I want to write a sequel for Fucking ghosts but it would be Ryan Graves/Brandon Tanev and neither fic would need to be read to understand the other. Just Ryan "ghost fucker" Graves, and Brandon sees ghosts, so the fic needs to exist.

(next question under the cut because it's long)

🎶 [Notes] Do you have any other WIP related things, like moodboards, character portraits, playlists or similar?

Playlists

Yes! I have playlists (I almost forgot I had them😂). One of them is for a specific fic and the others are character based. Actually looking back on them, I have one for a fic that I haven't written. I basically listened to a bunch of tv show songs (Hazbin Hotel and My Little Pony, two very different shows) and my brain was stuck on hockey players, so I made more and more playlists for players that I will probably not write for.

Here's a list of the players/fics I have playlists for:

Jeremy Swayman (6 songs)

Matthew Tkachuk (6 songs)

a fic I started for Pens Angst Fest but obviously didn't finish (3 songs)

Dylan Strome (1 song)

Nolan Patrick (1 song)

this was the runner up idea for Pens Angst Fest that I couldn't help brainstorm, in the notes I wrote "not the changeling one but the stalker one" (1 song)

Auston Matthews (1 song)

Alex Ovechkin (2 songs)

I also have one song that i haven't added to a playlist/made playlist for, but I heard for the first time "The Fine Print" by The Stupenium, and I was just making connections to the NHL and how hockey players basically sell their bodies to the NHL (and all the discussion of CTE recently).

Brainstorms & Lists

I have a doc with some fic ideas that I'm interested in writing, some that I will probably drop, some I might get to. Some are fleshed out with a couple paragraphs, and some are just a sentence. Some of these start out in my phone's notes app, like in the case that it's late at night and I need to get it down.

I have a doc specific for sequel ideas for sunrise laughing with them broken into four separate ideas/fics. Two of them I'm very solid on, and two fluffier, shorter ideas (i'm terrible at guessing length so don't trust that) that I don't have brainrot for but I am interested in writing.

I also have lists of prompts that I found interesting in different fic fests, which two of the fics I'm writing were inspired by prompts (the Pens Angst Fest fic and the Not a Cow Fest- which is actually based on a prompt from There's Only One You Fest).

Tumblr Inspo

I also use tags so I can save stuff that I can use for inspo. Some player names (but also that's just anything I find interesting). I have "fic idea" tag, and I have some tags for some specific fics, some started some not. Those are "nesting swaymark", "pearls fic", "mpreg fic", and "vore fic".

#thank you for the ask!! #If you want to know more feel free to ask. I just can't talk to much about the fic for Not a Cow Fest of Puck Luck Fest because they'll be #anon when revealed for a bit. though the likelihood i'll finish in time is... probably low. #again i cannot judge fic length when i start writing (both for word count and how long it will take me to finish) #asks