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do you guys ever think about jamie tartt and sam obisanya bc i do. constantly. they take up so much room in my brain. going from “no one in my entire career had made me feel worse about myself than jamie did” to sam and jamie being comfortable enough to constantly tease each other like siblings and swarm each other during goal celebrations and SAM being one of the first people (along with roy) who we see being concerned about jamie in mom city. JAMIE WEARING SAM’S NUMBER WHEN HE PLAYED FOR ENGLAND. season 3 jamie and sam are so… just so… they’re soooooooo!!! and season 2 jamie and sam are like hey what if i reached out to you through a series of seemingly small gestures in very vulnerable moments of yours bc i don’t know how to properly show that i care about you given the history between us until eventually we were just completely in sync with each other? what then?
and don’t even get me started on the parallels between them. ladies and gentlemen THE PARALLELS. the JUXTAPOSITIONS. the OTHER WORDS. their relationships with their fathers alone is so much to unpack. them cutting to JAMIE’S reaction when ola walked in and hugged sam in the locker room separately from the reaction of the rest of the team. the creators knew what they were doing with that
#i think about sam holding back another player (i think dixon?) during The Hug at Wembley so much#bc that’s sam saying ‘jamie needs roy and not me or you so we need to give jamie space’#AND him saying ‘idk what jamie needs rn bc we aren’t There yet but ik he doesn’t need This’#like there’s care in there and there’s an inability to express it#and jamie with the dubai air protest don’t get me STARTED.#like he doesn’t make a gracious statement he’s just like ‘hey pass the tape we all need to wear the same kit’#like ‘i don’t understand what exactly you’re going through but i care about u and want to support you’#when i write the sam-jamie scene to the addressing jamie’s dad fic…#i think then i will heal of all that ails me truly#microdosing on writing the sam jamie fic by writing this#jamie tartt#sam obisanya#i need to rewatch s2 just to pick them apart#ted lasso
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i still do mega-related sketches
#megaman zx#megaman zx advent#mmzx#mmzxa#KArts#the last one related to Finders Keepers fic#Aile having model P as her babysitter is just too cute#and then i end up thinking Phantom and OmegaZ act like a toxic-gay couple for Aile
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Damen in Chapter 28 of even in another time
#even in another time fic#my writing#captive prince#i’m sorry for joke spamming but also i’m not sorry#still physically ailed but deciding to hype myself up#also vividly remembering the chat with m about this chapter#and being like ‘hey laurent who’s the cock warmer now’#should clarify that the context is like. very tender and romantic and sad
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Drunk Kishiar is having the time of his life while Nathan is...not.
(CRACK. CRACK TREATED SERIOUSLY, dont have any expectations istg💀)
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“This isn't what it looks like.”
Nathan pointed a finger in Yuder’s direction accusingly. He didn’t say anything in response but his piercing gaze conveyed his feelings all the same, ‘Bullshit!’
Or what happens when Kishiar gets drunk and all hell breaks loose?
#There are now a grand total of 2 fics in this fandom#༎ຶ‿༎ຶ#Turning#Yuder aile#kishiar la orr#turning novel
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“.. It looks like a ring.”
Such words slipped out without much hesitance nor filtering. Where Kishiar’s teeth grazed definitely looked like one though, circling the entirety of the base of his ring finger, the unique asymmetrical shape of a bite mark, reddened against the skin.
“Doesn’t it?” The man easily responded, laughing. His red eyes gazed on the hand, marred with the memories of fights and experiences of training piled up on each inch, as he murmured. “The assistant’s hands have always been pretty, but I think.. it looks even better like this.”
(circle of eternity, ackerlag)
#터닝#turning novel#turning#turning by kuyu#turning BL#fic recs#circle of eternity#ackerlag#kishiar la orr#yuder aile#kishiyu#kishiar x yuder#quote#q
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“Did the child live?” Yudrein asked, his gaze fixed on Keilusa while his face was blank.
He did not resemble the panicked man collapsing in Keilusa’s study just hours earlier, once again embodying the perfect picture of the Cavalry commander his brother had left behind as though a parting gift that could make up for his absence. If the priest were here, he would throw a fit over Yudrein sitting up already.
“Is this why you wanted to retire?” Keilusa asked instead of answering Yudrein’s question.
Kishiar la Orr dies first. Keilusa is left to pick up the pieces.
#turning#turning novel#turning fanfic#keilusa la orr#yuder aile#kishiar la orr#kishyu#fanfic#fic: acacias
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every time someone rbs twelverose/tuckerrose posts from me i am reminded that. They <33333333
#just realized it's 2024 which means it's time to start my annual re-#reads again. time to drown in twelverose/tuckerrose fics until i am Cured of what ails me#abbey.txt
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Base + Superstition
for @schittscreekdrabbleblog
David eyed Patrick’s open umbrella draining in their mudroom.
“Are you trying to curse our new home?”
“What? Ooooh.” Understanding dawned. “I can fix that,” Patrick said dropping to his knees and unzipping David’s fly.
“Not to complain but how is this helping?”
“If I’m gonna reverse the curse by knocking on wood, I need to coax the wood out first.”
“I believe the superstition is actually knock twice on wood.”
Patrick laughed. “That can be arranged,” he said before swallowing David’s cock down to the base, knocking the back of his throat.
David moaned blissfully.
The umbrella sat forgotten.
#schittscreekdrabbleblog#schitts creek drabble#david x patrick#schitts creek fic#schitts creek fanfic#blow jobs: a balm to what ails you#OMG that was so much quicker to write than the previous two
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on one hand i know that realistically omega wouldnt have much of a personality outside of what weil made him for because thats kind of part of the point of his dynamic with zero, how zero grew into a hero beyond what he was made for and how omega is incapable of doing that
but on the other hand: this world is mine to do with as i please and if i want omega to have a hint of Silly Funny disease i shall do it. this may or may not be because some of my first exposure to omega beyond the man on the internet cover of cannonball is of this one ao3 fic called finders keepers by @tyrantchimera where omega adopts aile and watching him slowly start to care about her more and more... it does things to me. maybe im just a sucker for the trope of the Big Bad getting attached to Some Kid but i love this fic so fucking much. gurl help. so much of my omega characterization is based on that fic alone
#does NOT help that fic is like. one of the only ongoing fics on ao3 wth omega in it.#i need to feed my brainrot somehow#ever since ive read that fic ive thought of that one thing thats like. a person talking into a phone like 'what should i get' <- at mcdonal#and the phone answers back 'get the 10 piece and large fry [name]. you will need the energy in the coming days'#BUT ITS OMEGA AS THE PHONE AND AILE ORDERING FROM MCDONALDS#i want to draw it sooooo bad but im a furry artist i dont know how the fuck to draw humans#im practicing right now so. maybe one day aile will order from mcdonalds#until then ill probably just draw them as animals or something. Sunny assigned fursona because i live in far of drawing humans
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hello, can you write a new years celebration fic with natasha or wanda pretty pls! - baby nat
Little baby Nat...
You expect me... ME to write a fic in one (1) day...?
This is literally impossible, I still haven't started the other one I was thinking of...
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🌈 and 💝 for the fic asks?
Btw I saw you posted more OC fic fairly recently and I wanted to say I love your characters! I haven’t been able to read them yet but your fics are some of my favorites on snzblr 💕
THANK YOU!! That's so kind of you to say!! I'm really happy you like them 😭❤️ I've had a lot of fun writing Y/V recently, which I feel grateful for, because before that I put writing aside for a long time 🥹
🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?
I am an excruciatingly slow writer, just in general, over almost every fic. The other day I was doing a writing sprint and I wrote 9 words over the entirety of the 10 minute sprint 😭.
That said, something that took me unusually long was Fool Me Twice, Part 5. I actually rewrote it from scratch many many times (and I don't think this is like, "I worked really hard on this and I'm proud of how it turned out!" - it's more of, "I worked really hard on this to even get it to be moderately passable", haha). (I have more to add as to why I found it so difficult, but will add it in the tags)
Something that I'm happier with is Not Worth the Trouble, which remains one of the 3 fics from this blog that I've vanilla-ified and crossposted to ao3 :'). I wrote the last third of the fic very slowly, but it just took one long afternoon (and no further major + painstaking revisions). I've written no shortage of Kaeya + Diluc on here, but this is probably one of my favorite fics I've written of them!
💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?
Not exactly a fic, but I was actually very surprised at the reception when I posted these unfinished fic snippets / WIPs awhile back (in August 2021). They're very short, so I wasn't expecting for them to leave much of an impression :') That said, I had a couple anons who came into my inbox with super, super kind feedback (which is still sitting in my inbox to this date - I'm terrible, I know, but on the super off chance that one of those anons is reading this, I have reread your kind feedback so many times 😭 Your comments still bring me happiness more than 2 years later! Thank you for encouraging me to finish those works!! I love you!)
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#ask#thank you for the ask!!! 😊#one of my guilty pleasures in snzfic / h/c fic is#arguments/misunderstandings while one party is ill or unwell...#the combination of like the anger/frustration/etc. associated with the argument#and the misery + vulnerability associated w the illness symptoms is just 🥹❤️#but i think i also struggle with writing arguments because#i want the argument scenes to be like... heated and intense to have the moment of catharsis and relief#when the ailing character's illness is finally acknowledged. but also mature adults don't usually yell at each other or get that heated ove#mundane arguments. so it's a struggle trying to balance the characterization i've established while having this image in my head#of the scene's emotional resonance / how i want the h/c to feel :') and sometimes the two are at odds#not sure if that makes sense but it was definitely#part of the struggle in writing FMT pt. 5; the first draft (and like maybe the 4 drafts afterwards) just felt so soulless
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Not that I want to stress you… buut I am completely burned out and still have 4 more exams to suffer thru…
So: is there any chance for sneak peak? 🫣🫠😂😅
Mrs Plump chose that instant to interrupt. Her low mew as she approached him sounded sad, so Severus took a moment to scratch her behind the ears. The weight on his chest eased a bit.
“So what if they reckon I’m a whole lotta work. I don’t care. Don’t need ‘em,” he replied in an equally quiet albeit far more furious whisper.
At this rate, I feel like I'm gonna share the whole chapter before it's ready, but it seems we could both use some Mrs Plump comfort right now, so here you go. Take care, treat yourself to some nice food and good luck with your exams!
#HP#House Potter for Children in Need#Harry Potter fanfiction#My fics#dionysia01#Ask Ail#*#I'm about to eat my comfort snack to celebrate that I can finally call it a day
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Sicktember #6
Prompt #6: Sick on Vacation
Fandom: Black Sails
Title: Inland
Summary: Slight pre-canon AU setting. Thomas takes James for a weekend holiday to the countryside. The cold James brings with him doesn’t prove nearly as disastrous as he had feared.
Half a step behind Thomas, James waded through the sea of wild grass and flowers as they roved in search of a place on the Hamilton estate to pass the sunny afternoon while Miranda was out riding. Thomas had taken them all to the country estate for the weekend, claiming the clear air would be a salve for the stress they were all under, but as James fought to stifle his umpteenth sneeze of the morning, he couldn’t help but wonder if the change of scenery really was so good for a man like him after all.
Thomas glanced at him over his shoulder, brow furrowed, fixing James with precisely the type of expression he had been seeking to avoid. He shifted the book that was tucked under his arm. “You’ve been sneezing quite a bit since we arrived this morning. Are the flowers bothering you?”
For a moment, James considered lying and claiming that yes, the bluebells that swept against their ankles as they walked were the cause of his trouble, but then Thomas would turn them around and march them back inside, and really there was nothing more that James wanted than to lounge in a sunny field at his lover’s side. So James mumbled offhandedly, the verbal equivalent of casting off a fly.
“No, just a bit of a chill.”
Still, Thomas paused midstep. “But it’s warm.”
“Not that kind of chill.” James sighed; he knew Thomas was being deliberately obtuse. “It’s–Ihhh’tchh!”
“So you mean to say you’re ill, then.”
He frowned at the accusing tone. “A little headcold, Thomas. It’s nothing at all.” Naturally, his nose chose that moment to bend him double, scrambling for his handkerchief like a soldier scrambles for refuge in battle. “Heh’RSHH! Ehh’KSHHH! Ehhh’hehhh’TSHHHHH’uhh!”
“Little,” Thomas said, in that infernally smug and simple way he had that made James want to punch him and fuck him in equal parts. In any case, James was too occupied by his snuffles and blows to do either at the present moment. Thomas pointed. “We’ll sit here, by the tree once you’re finished.”
They went to the tree, a young oak by the looks of it, and James leaned against the ragged bark of its trunk while Thomas set his book on the grass and splayed out his gangly limbs. He watched James with a critical eye, gaze roving over every inch of his body in a way that was more clinically astute than erotic. James rolled his eyes.
“I haven’t been this far inland since…” James began, and shook his head. “Well, I haven’t been this far inland. I don’t think my constitution can h-handle it. Heh’TSSHoo!”
Thomas patted the shoulder toward which James had not directed his sneeze. “Come now, I’m no physician, but even I can tell you the body does not work that way.”
“It’s true, Thomas. I’m like a fish. Take me out of sight of the water and my insides start to dry out. Ihh’RSHH’uhh! Heh’NGSHH!”
“It sounds like the best thing for you at the moment would be for your insides to dry out a bit. Here, take my handkerchief.” Thomas took a neat, embroidered cloth square from his breast pocket and handed it to James with a coy smile. “I’m no military man, either, but I can tell when backup is necessary.”
James glared at him, but the current state of his nose gave him no choice but to accept it. His guard down, Thomas seized the opportunity to rest a palm against his forehead.
James’s glare darkened. “Thomas.”
“James.”
“It’s honestly nothing,” he said, shaking Thomas’s hand free. “I hardly even feel bad. Even less so since all I have to do is laze around here with you.”
Thomas smiled. “With me?”
James looked away, feeling his cheeks color, and grumbled, “It helps.”
Thomas took to his book after that, lying on his side and looking so very satisfied that every inch of him was radiant with it. James had, stupidly, forgotten to bring a book for himself from the country house when they had set out on this walk, and though he knew Thomas would happily read to him if asked, he was secretly glad of the opportunity to do nothing but sit and watch his lover in the quiet. Of course, though, with James’s cold, the quiet did not remain so for long, and though Thomas could ignore a few little sniffles and throat clearings, the coughing fit that seized James absolutely could not be ignored.
“You’re in no shape for me to give you a riding lesson today, and likely not for the rest of the weekend.” James’s inhale snagged again and he bent over coughing once more, Thomas rubbing circles on his back soothingly. “There, there, no need to be so broken up about it.”
“I’m coughing because if I don’t I’ll cry,” he choked out sardonically between coughs. Once he had caught his breath again, he fixed Thomas with a genuinely contrite expression. “I’m sorry, I know you were looking forward to teaching me.”
“I was looking forward to spending time with you, James.” Thomas cupped his cheek, rubbing his thumb across the bone beneath his eye. “If that means we spend the better part of seventy-two hours lying beneath this tree, or in bed, or wherever, so be it.” A sudden, devilish look took hold of his features, and a grin spread across his cheeks long and wide. He leaned forward, breath coming hot against James’s lips.
“As long as no one can see us, so I can do this.”
He pressed their lips together, long and hard, and James fell into the kiss before he could stop himself. When at last he could make himself pull away, he gave a half-hearted groan. “Mmm, you’ll catch my cold doing that.”
“Is that so?” Thomas said teasingly, and before James could blink, the man was on his knees, straddling him. His fingers found the tie on James’s cravat easily. “Then I suppose there’s no point keeping our distance any longer.”
#my writing#b/lack s/ails#snzfic#the world needs so much more historic snz fic#sicktember 2022#sicktember day 6#sick j/ames
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“Will I have to fight for my own husband's affection now?”
“....why don't you just rest now, come on.” Yuder said while pointing to his side, successfully earning a smile from Kishiar.
“If that's what makes you content, though Hopefully I don't offend my dear son.”
(two makes three, Heeheehefdy)
#turning novel#turning#터닝#fic recs#heeheehefdy#two makes three#kishiar la orr#yuder aile#quote#q#turning BL#turning by kuyu#kishiar x yuder#kishiyu
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“Commander,” Ever greeted him, speaking for the Cavalry as a whole. “We’re glad to see you returned.”
If Yudrein Aile was surprised, he didn’t show it. His face was not as pale as it was the day he left for the palace and it shamed Ever how much selfish relief she felt as seeing his improved condition. The man in front of her didn’t look healthy yet, but his stay under the care of the imperial palace’s medical team had done wonders for Yudrein. Guilt bit at Ever’s heels.
Ever Beck considers a question.
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I love it when characters don't know what's wrong with them. When all they know that something is not quite as it should be, so they try to fix it. They try to cope with it. They struggle to live with it. Sometimes, they recognize it in others as well, but there is still no name for it. There is no name for it and there may not be a name for it for a hundred years, for an age, for an eternity.
But for now there is something wrong with them and they are trying their best to make it work.
#this post was brought to you by me reading fic and going ''they would not know what ails them nor would they have decent coping mechanisms''#I then started thinking about Idris' autism and how their past lover was also autistic#here's to 100 years of undiagnosed autism and recognition of the self through the other
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