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thesistersarcheron · 1 month

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Pairings: Cassian/Nesta/Azriel Rating: E Words: ~5k Summary: It is well known across Prythian that High Fae mating bonds are a sacred union between two souls. Lesser fae mating bonds, more common yet less studied than their High Fae counterparts, are bound by an entirely different set of rules. After the ball in the Hewn City, Nesta and Cassian swore to each other that there would be no one else. Ever. They didn’t account for Azriel.

Read this story on AO3 here or check out a preview of Chapter XV below the cut.

By the time Azriel played Nesta through a slow, simple warm-up, his hands ached, the stiff joints and tendons stretched past the point of comfort.

Too long. It had been too long since he last played.

But Nesta was calm. Her expression was soft for once, her power a steady flicker in the palm of her upturned hand, and he was loath to interrupt her.

To interrupt this opportunity to marvel at her.

Because she was magnificent.

As he marveled, Azriel’s breath clouded, his shadows stilling. The grave pall of Death had fallen over the study the moment Nesta’s silver fire sparked to life, primal and perilous. It crept closer with every measure, inch by inch, as if that flame were a beacon shining through the Veil. As if Nesta could summon that ageless, ancient force with it—Death itself no more than a loyal footsoldier eager to please His commander.

A warning chill skittered down Azriel’s spine, rustling his wings and raising the short hairs at the nape of his neck. It numbed his aching fingers, relief and warning all at once.

He didn’t need to test the theory lurking in the back of his mind to know that one wrong note would be his death knell.

But Nesta was calm, so he played on, selecting each key with the precision he saved for drawing back a bowstring and lining up a shot.

Unholy inner light flared behind her clenched-shut eyelids. It silvered the planes of her face, glimmering whenever she teetered on the edge of losing control—when her brow wrinkled in frustration or her lashes kissed her cheeks as she concentrated harder. Just a small, cold bit of light, but it skimmed her elegant features and danced in time with his shadows to the notes he played.

He watched that light. Watched her. Watched the cold flame grow in her palm and felt a phantom breeze stir the stale air, seeping into the marrow of his bones and the blackened foundations of his soul.

The sight of those flames licking at her fingers awoke an instinctual fear in him, the sort he had long since mastered beside campfires and the pyres that marked the bitter end of battle. But here, with her…

Azriel counted his breaths and murmured soft reminders to himself. To Nesta.

Gentle.

Breathe.

Listen.

The flame crackled, and he walked his hands down the keys to the notes that seemed to resonate most with it, playing them again and again until he and Nesta both found their balance. Until the wildfire of her power was little more than an ember, a shifting bead of mercury held in her palm.

All that lethal, breathtaking power.

Her free hand dug into his thigh, anchoring her to this plane.

His Nesta.

His mate.

His miracle.

——— Read the rest of Chapter XV on AO3.

#nessriel #nezriel #nessian #nesta archeron #azriel shadowsinger #cassian #nesta #azriel #my fics #viciousnessintelligencefic #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #a court of thorns and roses fic #the tag salad is so i can find this on my blog so #acotar fic

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pedroshotwifey · 20 days

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Should've Stayed Bored

Please understand that this is a crack fic based on this post by @bonezone44 and the comments made by @covetyou on said post ) Also tagging other commenters on that post: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog snowflake-blog@bubble-pop-eclectic @lunitawrites

Pairing: Chump!Joel Miller × fem!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Tags/Warnings: Joel Miller NOT being a sex god, left flap rubbing, mention of the clit, piv sex (if you could call it that), premature ejaculation, age gap, dad's buddy!joel miller, bad make out sessions, misplaced confidence, secondhand embarrassment, crack fic

Summary: You really need to learn to lower your expectations.

A/N: I actually had a great time writing this and think it turned out really fucking funny.

A/N pt. 2: Well, the og post got fucking deleted, but here it is again. Fucking pissed. I would really appreciate any interaction even if you already did the first time just so I can get it back out there </3

special thanks to @romanarose, @wannab-urs, @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin, and everyone else who helped me calm my tits and post this again. Love y'all ❤

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You’re bored out of your fucking mind. You’ve had four drinks and have walked in and out of the house probably a dozen times. For a neighborhood barbeque, it’s uneventful as hell. You would think that there would at least be a few interesting people out of so many. But no. So far there’s a group of old ladies gathered around the pool in sun chairs, their husbands around the grill talking about sports, and some kids—probably grandkids—running rampant around the yard.

That’s what your dad gets for moving into a retiree neighborhood. There’s only a few other households you know of that don’t host couples in their late sixties. Kind of like, speak of the devil, the Millers, who are walking in through the yard gate right now.

It’s only the two of them—Joel and his daughter, Sarah, who is only about eight. She runs off to go play with the other kids and you smile as you spot Joel struggling to carry a bowl and latch the gate back at the same time. You immediately take the opportunity to walk toward him.

You’ve always had your eyes on Joel Miller, even though he’s only a few years younger than your father. He’s a DILF in all ways that count. Sweet, responsible, and hot as hell.

“Hey, Mr. Miller,” you grab his attention as you reach where he’s still trying to balance everything. His face lights up when he sees you coming to help.

“Hey, darlin’, you don’t mind helpin’ me with this, do ya?” he nods his head to the gate.

“Nope, not at all,” you say sweetly as you get the gate latched behind him. He beams at you as he shifts to hold his dish with both hands. It looks heavy.

“Thank you. And please, call me Joel.” He flashes you a wink that makes your stomach flutter before he starts for the back door.

With nothing better to do, you follow him inside. He’s putting his bowl in the fridge when you close the door behind you and take a spot leaning against the counter. There’s nobody else inside right now, and you realize you might have just found your cure for boredom.

You slide up next to Joel as he stands up.

“What did you bring, Mr. Miller?” you ask him in an over the top sweet voice.

He shoots you a pointed look and takes a step back to put a few inches between the two of you.

“Potato salad,” he says flatly. “And please, it’s just Joel.”

“Well, Joel,” you take a step toward him again. “I’m bored.”

You swear you see him gulp, and you know you’ve got him right where you want him. He glances out the window, probably looking for your dad manning the grill.

“Darlin’,” he says in warning. “I’m sure you can find something out there to do.”

You pout at him. “But I found something to do in here.”

“Honey, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No?” you banter. “You don’t want to fuck me, Joel? I see the way you look at me.”

He surges forward, trapping you against the counter. You smile wildly at him and throw your arms around his neck.

“Get your ass upstairs, now,” he growls. “Strip and wait on your bed.”

Your pussy flutters at his command, excitement building in your stomach.

“Yes, Mr. Miller. Don’t be long.” You flash him a wink and slide from in front of him to make your way upstairs. You feel his eyes on you until you reach the top step.

He only waits a little while, presumably to cover his bases so it doesn’t look like he’s sneaking off with his friend’s much-too-young daughter, before following you up. And by that time, you’re already naked and sitting on your bed.

He comes in and shuts the door behind him, making sure it’s locked tightly before turning around. Your eyes go to the massive tent in his pants, your tongue coming out to wet your lips.

“You’re fuckin gorgeous, darlin’,” he says as he takes a step toward you, already starting to unbuckle his jeans. He pulls his heavy cock out and your lips part. You’d expected him to be big, but holy shit.

“C’mon, baby, lay back for me.”

You let him push you down on your back, and then scootch up a bit so that you’re resting with your head on the pillows. Your body is practically humming with excitement and need. Being with an older man has always been something high up on your bucket list, because there’s no doubt they know how to properly pleasure a woman. And a man like Joel Miller…you can’t fucking wait.

He leans over you and takes your lips in a sloppy kiss. You wind your arms around him and arch your back, begging silently for him to touch you already. He slips his tongue inside your mouth, and your eyes widen.

He’s just…licking.

You find it really hot when a man uses his tongue to make out with you, but. Not like this. You rear your head back, trying to gain control of the kiss. But then his hand starts to trail down to your center and you decide, whatever, you can pick and choose your battles. You’ll let him do whatever the fuck he thinks he’s doing to your mouth as long as he gets those thick fingers inside of you already.

He trails down, down, oh, there, he pets your clit and you shiver, and then—

Then he continues down…and to the left.

He starts rubbing circles on your left flap, and you furrow your brows.

What the actual fuck??

You unwind your arms and start pushing on his chest until he pulls his tongue from your mouth to gaze down at you.

“Joel, you—”

“Yeah, you fuckin’ like that, don’t you, baby?”

You just blink at him. What?

He winks at you. “I know, darlin’, feels real good, huh?” He dips back down to start kissing you again, thankfully leaving his damn tongue out of it. His fingers increase pressure, which you can only guess would feel really good if he was actually rubbing your clit.

“Joel,” you mutter against his lips again, but it comes out smushed and smothered. Kind of like your poor pussy right now. Or the outside of it, at least.

“So impatient,” he laughs. “Hold on one second, baby, Mr. Miller’s got you.”

You resist the urge to cringe at that.

He taps your abused pussy lip twice and retracts his hand to grasp his cock, which you’re now worried about. Hopefully he knows how to fucking use that thing. He guides his tip to your entrance—or tries to, rather, and you groan in defeat. He rubs it up and down your slit, prodding every second or so.

“Yeah, baby, fuckin’ love those sounds you make for me.”

You just stare at him. You’re not going to even pretend. This is just insane. How the hell did he actually make a kid??

Finally, he finds your hole—the right one, thank god—and starts to push in. You’re still pretty wet from earlier, though you’re sure there will be no developments in that department. Thankfully, it’s enough to ease the stuttering glide.

Once he’s fully in, he starts to thrust, and you grip on to him, holding on to that last hope that maybe he can nail your g-spot with that weapon of his.

“M…Feel so g-good, baby,” Joel moans.

He thrusts once, twice, three times, moaning like a fucking animal.

And then he pulls out. And shakes above you as he spills his cum on your lower belly.

You stare at him in shock as he rolls over and collapses beside you. His eyes are closed as he pants and reaches a hand over you to touch your stomach.

“You came?” he asks.

You consider lying to him, but figure he doesn’t deserve that.

“No, Joel, I did not fucking come.”

“Oh, okay. Tha’s alright. Get you next time.”

You sit up and gape at him.

“Get the fuck out of my room!”

He looks at you with confusion but gets up after a moment. He yawns, tucks himself into his pants, and struts for your door.

“Don’t be ashamed to ask for more, darlin’. I wouldn’t be opposed to doin’ this again sometime.” He sends you a wink and walks out of the room before you get the chance to say something you’ll regret more than whatever the fuck just happened.

You learned a valuabale lesson today: age really does not fucking matter.

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 1 month

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Find the word

Thanks to @sleepywriter00 for the tag here! Sorry this is a little late I got behind on these!

My words: spoon, energy, study, listen

Your words: future, slice, deserve, access

Tagging @jezifster @little-peril-stories @mysticstarlightduck @blind-the-winds @herrmannhalsteadproduction @cowboybrunch @i-can-even-burn-salad @aziz-reads @memoriethereaderandwriter-blog @mk-writes-stuff @buffythevampirelover @mantabanter @chauceryfairytales @eccaiia @pb-dot @frostedlemonwriter or anyone who wants to hop on!

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @fairy-tales-of-yesterday - y'all can also hop on if you want

Keep reading for:

Talk about planners and Gabriel's nickname

Short passage of pseudoscience babble

Telepathy world building! Will this change? Who knows!?

Maddie helps Kelsey calm down <3

Spoon (twice!) - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Lexi POV)

“Oh, shoot, I forgot my planner.” I turned to see it still lying on the floor. I flicked my wrist slightly to teleport it in my hand. “You brought a planner to breakfast?” Tyler asked as he drank his orange juice. “It’s just how I manage my life,” I said. I opened it up on the table to show them the January schedule. “Wow, that’s really pretty,” said Carla. “I don’t need a planner, given my powers.” “Aw, yeah, I wish I could just stop time at my leisure,” I said as I closed the planner again. “I have a planner,” said Tyler. “It’s called here.” He pointed to his head. “Medina has one like yours, but it’s a little boring.” “One, you need to write things down in case you forget,” said Gabriel, pointing at Tyler with his spoon. “Two, I don’t see why a planner needs color.” “To organize different activities,” I answered. “Hm. Well, I guess mine is just schoolwork and my job.” “You have a job?” I asked, leaning forward. Gabriel nodded. “Construction job—perfect for terrakinetics. After school on the weekdays, I walk about fifteen minutes to a site—” “Wait, you live here full time?” I asked. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” “You’re fine, I don’t care. Yes, I live here full time.” I chose not to inquire any further, even though Gabriel didn’t seem that bothered by it. “After school, I do the homework that I need to get done, then I help the docs out.” “What do they need help with?” “Various things. Um, right now we’re sorting through the multiverse database to see if we can find Rosalinda.” “Oh, yes, that’s right.” “G,” Carla whispered. “I’m fine, Carla,” I said. “But thanks. It’s actually really cool that Gills is helping.” “Gills?” Gabriel sighed then continued eating. “You really have been spending way too much time with Stafford.” “When are you gonna accept it’s an actual genius nickname?” Tyler asked. “Then why don’t you use it?” “It’s too silly for you.” “Do you not like the nickname?” I asked. “We can stop using it.” “Unfortunately, Nakashima is right,” Gabriel muttered, spinning his cereal around with his spoon. “It’s a pretty clever nickname. It’s so stupid, it almost works.”

It's Gills because his initials are GLZ (surname not included)

Energy - from The Secret Portal Part One

William put down his tablet and rubbed his eyes beneath his glasses. He’d been working so late that it was now early. It was so quiet he could hear the snakefly behind him violently flapping its wings. He sighed, then reread the last paragraph he’d written: Replicating the negative energy density found in a chronokinetic’s rifts is no easy task. The level needed to connect one time to another is far greater than a Level-7 teleporter, but nowhere near the level in the portal that connects our reality to Ceteri, nor even a dimensiokinetic. If chronokinetics were less seldom born, perhaps this task would be accessible. William glanced at the chemicals bubbling in the flask on the table before him. As there hadn’t been a documented chronokinetic in a century, it was nearly impossible to replicate their powers considering the amount of negative pressure needed. He would have to work with what he had: a Level-7 teleporter’s DNA—not common, but much more so than a chronokinetic. Jumping through space required significantly less negative energy density than time jumping, so trying to get it up to what he desired was no easy feat.

Study - from The Secret Portal Part One (Ash POV)

I'm probably gonna change the "in a century" thing. Not sure what I'm gonna do but it feels wrong.

“Telepathy is an exception to the classification of powers. It and shapeshifting are the only two recorded to not have their sub-powers build off each other, but rather have them separate.” “Why are there so few sub-powers?” I prodded. “The mind doesn’t have a limit, therefore telepathy shouldn’t, either, right?” Carla waved her hand side-to-side as if to say eh, kinda. Aloud, she answered, “It’s been said that there have been cases of telepaths with more advanced powers, but there has only been one recorded case. Though some conspiracy theorists say there were more, but weren’t recorded, and that they went into hiding, locked themselves away, or maybe went insane.” “Insane?” I repeated. Carla fiddled with the ring hanging from the chain around her neck. “The mind can only stretch so far. If advanced telepaths did—or even do—exist, there would be no way they could function. Their minds aren’t able to communicate the information that they can comprehend. They end up lost in their own thoughts, unable to reach out to another being.” I fell silent. “Carla’s in an online holographic course in Telepathic Theory,” George said, breaking the silence. “All of that is just theory. Scientists who study the telepathic mind made a list of potential powers.” “Can powers develop?” I asked. “Of course,” said Carla. “Most Alii, in general, start at a lower Level, usually a Level-1, and most become more powerful. It depends on the person.” “So, you’re saying I have the potential to be a powerful telepath?” Carla laughed. “No, the odds are you’ll be able to read minds and that’s it. Maybe one sub-power.” “Oh.” My shoulders dropped. “Okay.”

Listen - from The Secret Portal Part One (Kelsey POV)

“Kelsey!” I heard a faint voice say. “Kelsey!” I opened my eyes, lifting my head against the strong wind. A small figure walked toward me, kneeling down beside me. “Kelsey, look at me,” Maddie said, grabbing my hands. Her long hair whipped around her body, out to me. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I clasped her hand. My neck was ticking uncontrollably, preventing me from meeting her eyes. “It’s gonna be okay,” she said, pulling me forward into a hug. I embraced her, shaking, twitching, sobbing. “Kelsey, listen. Remember yesterday when this happened? You made the mansion toxic. Remember?” I nodded. “I don’t want that in my house. But you need to get rid of this… weird darkness stuff instead of just making it explode. Can you do that?” I shook my head. “Just focus on me, ‘kay? Now, can you breathe? Slowly?” I did, inhaling and exhaling. “I think you can make this black smoke go away if you imagine sucking it all up. Or maybe it just needs to disappear. Can you do that? Imagine it. Maybe it’ll work.” I closed my eyes, imagining the darkness fading away until it disappeared. I imagined the air in the room was still at breathable levels. That the smoke nor wind didn’t affect anything around it. The wind stopped. The darkness went away. Still in Maddie’s arms, I opened my eyes. The room looked untouched.

Pretty sure I've shared that last excerpt before but I like it

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spaceoutcazt · 1 year

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📌 About Me:

🇲🇽 [They/them preference]

🐙 [LVL 16/Nonbinary + Pan oriented AroAce]

🍋 More in my carrd.co 🍋

My name is Krester and i'm a hobbyist artist. I like to draw fanart of my favorite shows/games and OCs! Im a big fan of horror/pseudo-snuff films, fictional gore and non-human creatures ( ^3°)٭

Tag guide:

Art tag: #Outer Space Clowntist ✏️

Rambling tag: #Clownblings 🪐

Reblog tag: #SpaceReblogzz

Mailbox tag: #Clownswers 📬

My OCs tag: #SpaceOutcazOC

My sona tag: #OutcazSONA 🪱

Selfship tag: #SELFSHIP 💌

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⚠️ TW/CW:

🫐 I usually use bright colors on my drawings and i might draw gore from time to time. [eyestrain/bl00d/blades/flashing tw]

🫐I (rarely) reblog//draw suggestive stuff, nothing too explicit but still.

🫐 About ships! I draw ship art very rarely, i mostly do it when requested and i have to let you know that im...very open with ships, i think thats the word? I dont like them but i dont hate them either (except proships, fuck proships) so you might see A LOT of different ships from different fandoms, as a warning: eh you might see ships you dont like (example: candybats/ratmeat/deadmeat).

🫐 In some of my drawings (mostly referring to my spooky month au, miserable month) i talk about delicate themes such as su**ide, alcoholism, etc. Please keep this in mind before interacting, if you're not comfortable with that stuff at all i recommend you to look for another blog (or at least ignore the whole miserable month au, by far i think that's the only disturbing thing you'll find in my posts).

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📌 Here are some of the fandoms i'm in:

(i often update this)

Spooky Month.

Adventure Time (Finn ♡).

Superjail.

Gravity Falls.

Eddsworld.

OFF (by Mortis Ghost).

Therapy with Dr Albert Krueger // Vincent the Secret of Myers.

Five Night's At Freddy's (the lore confuses me though-).

Madness Combat.

The Amazing World of Gumball.

Popee the Performer.

Salad Fingers.

ENA.

Analog horror. Mostly; Mandela Catalogue, Local 58, The Walten Files, etc.

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared.

Invader Zim and JTHM.

Creepypastas.

Unicorn wars.

Not sure if this counts as a fandom but i love disturbing media, urban legends, cryptids, anything related to paranormal, liminal spaces and more stuff like that.

School for Little Vampires (omg i love vampires).

Slashers, 80s horror movies, etc (i have a thing for killer dolls).

Again, this probably doesn't count as a fandom but I LOVE CLOWNS :o)

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📌 Requesting Rules:

Ok, i was not going to make this section but some of you made me REALLY uncomfy >:/

🌼 First of all (and this one should be obvious) i WILL NOT TAKE NSFW REQUESTS. I'm a minor and i'm not comfortable with drawing that type of stuff.

🌼 DO NOT REQUEST PRO/COMSHIPS. If you ask me to draw something like "minor x adult" i will not only ignore your request, i will block you. 💥

🌼 BE PATIENT WITH ME. Just cuz the ask box is open it doesn't mean requests are open too, i don't mind if you request something but keep in mind that i won't do your request immediately if i'm not feeling up to it X(

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📌 Before sharing my art:

🧃 Reposts are okay! (give credit pls) You can use my drawings as your pfp as long as you credit me!

(This also applies for edits, videos, etc)

🍧 About my OC's: I'm okay with fanart and people shipping their OC with mine or a canon character, but please avoid making NSFW content with them, and with NSFW i mean sex lmao.

EXTRA!! Here's my avatar ref sheet in case yall wanna draw it X)!

#introduction #pinned post #Spotify

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i-can-even-burn-salad · 1 year

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Elli's Scribblings

Welcome!

This is my cozy little corner of this hellsite. Make yourself at home, have a look around, ignore the blood, that’s just... uh, anyway. Here you’ll find posts with a focus on writing and fictional suffering, but this is a main blog, so there will be a sprinkle of memes, queer stuff and everything else I feel like putting here.

An overview of my (published) writing is below the cut, more about me and my tags can be found on my about page.

My website where you can find most of my novels in free ebook/pdf format My ko-fi where you can support me if you like what you read

@elli-scribbles - all my original writing that was posted here @iridium-quality-salad - my video game side blog @cant-burn-the-ice-cream - random stuff (untagged; mostly cute things and memes that have no image descriptions)

About Me

Adult, at least on paper.

I curse quite a lot. Sorry (but not really).

I like tag games, but I have the attention span of a common house fly. Also sor— oh look a butterfly.

I run a queue, but I’m not tagging it. Good luck figuring out my sleep schedule.

Stuck between being a whump blog and a writing blog.

Fantasy books and video games are everything.

I will not reblog posts where important information isn't accessible, i.e. undescribed images or weird/small/colorful fonts.

English is not my first language.

My Stories

📖 General

Despite the focus on horrible things, my endings are too happy for dark fantasy, and despite the focus on relationships, I'm too ace for mainstream romance. This post contains extremely detailed (and extremely spoilery) content warnings for all stories that were posted here. All are set in the same universe, have a happy end, and are listed in chronological order below. My personal preferred reading order for Damien's and Merridy's story is Undeserved > Glass Shards > Nuisance > Fancy Boots.

🌿 Thorns and Jasmine

Synopsis: Healer Caldyn gets kidnapped and tortured by bad guys who want to claim his soul, and with it his unique magic. By the time he is saved, it is almost too late. Length: 150k words / finished Vibes: non-human / captivity, torture and recovery / old and new trauma / mostly whump Links: Masterlist

🌺 Twisted Thorns

Synopsis: Blinded and traumatized, Caldyn leaves his home, hoping the distance will allow him to regain control over his magic. But no matter how far he goes, he cannot outrun his past. Length: 98k / finished (eternally editing) Vibes: blind main char pov / dark magic / humans are the weird ones Links: WIP Intro

🪙 Nuisance

Synopsis: When Merridy is saved by the city’s most infamous criminal, she’s sure her life is over. Meanwhile, Cedric just wants to have his peace back. Set about 5 years before Glass Shards. Length: 48k words / finished Vibes: reluctant caretaker / misunderstandings / gay husbands / found family Links: WIP Intro | Masterlist | Ebook

🍬 Sweet Little Lies

Synopsis: When Laurent hides from the guards in a candy store, he falls in love with the owner. Despite his dislike for candy, he can't stay away. Standalone, set right after Nuisance. Length: 37k words / editing Vibes: blind main char pov / colorful glass jars / bloody handprints / dancing slowly at a grand ball Links: WIP Intro

☕ Second Chances

Synopsis: Valadan finds the love of his life, almost gets her killed, and then spends a summer making dick jokes instead of admitting his feelings. Standalone. Length: 46k words / finished Vibes: annoyances to friends to lovers / sword training (flirting) / lots of angst / perfect coffee Links: Masterlist | Ebook

⛓️ Undeserved

Synopsis: Trying to assassinate an ambassador, Damien gets caught and is made to pay for his crimes. The story of how he fucked up his life, told in three different timelines. Length: 47k words / finished Vibes: all hurt no comfort / dungeons ❤ / from bad to worse / shattered glass Links: Masterlist | Ebook

💜 Glass Shards

Synopsis: Merridy saves Damien from certain death. Leaving her life of thievery behind to make sure he recovers might turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to her. Length: 135k + words / finished Vibes: hurt/comfort / please don’t leave / quiet inn rooms / qpr ace love story Links: WIP Intro | Masterlist

👢 Fancy Boots

Synopsis: A familiar face shows up, disturbs Merry’s and Damien’s peaceful life, invites himself to dinner, and refuses to leave. Set about 2-3 years after Glass Shards. Length: 46k words / finished Vibes: enemies to friends, kinda / trauma / found family / homemade food Links: Masterlist | Ebook (part of Undeserved*) *Glass Shards is set in between Undeserved and Fancy Boots, but I decided to release them together due to recurring themes and characters.

🔔 Till Death

Synopsis: When wandering healer Finnian loses a patient, he is attacked and left for dead in the forest. Hermit Eilis finds him and nurses him back to health. Standalone. Length: 110k words / finished Vibes: falling leaves / so much torture / unreliable magic / self-sacrifice Links: WIP Intro | Ebook

🌈 Other Stories

Everything else that doesn’t fit one of the main story arcs, like background stories of side characters. Gwyneth: Hold On | Rescued The story of how Gwyneth met Raindrop The Rose A short fairy tale based on Beauty and the Beast April 1st I'm so sorry if you see what I did here

If you've made it to the end - have a cookie 🍪

#time for a new pinned post #because I 100% trust them to fuck up the old post editor in May (:#masterlist #lets see if I can keep fucking randos out of my “more like this”#Glass Shards #Nuisance #Heal my Wounds #Undeserved #Fancy Boots #Thorns and Jasmine #Second Chances #wip: Till Death #wip: Lies

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crit20art · 1 year

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OC lore drop

An overview of my OCs and the settings they belong to! The settings range from “fully-outlined/partially drafted novels that i genuinely intend to write one day” to “loose string of scenarios to put my guys in.”

Casey and Vincent

(she/her, he/him)

Premise: Casey lives in the middle of nowhere Texas with an elderly woman (Margie) for whom she’s a live-in caretaker. Vincent shows up on her doorstep with a shovel in hand, asking if he can dig up something of his that’s buried on Margie’s land. Casey tells him no, and don’t come back. A few days later, while visiting a neighbor, Casey is attacked by monsters. They tear the neighbor to shreds and almost get Casey, but Vincent comes out of nowhere and distracts them while she runs for home. When she gets there, she realizes that the monsters can’t seem to cross the property line. Vincent gets badly injured, but Casey drags him to safety.

They are then stuck indefinitely on this square acre of land, unable to leave lest they get torn to shreds by the many-toothed creatures prowling the invisible barrier. Casey nurses Vincent back to health and in doing so realizes that he is definitely something Other Than Human. She also learns that he’s really weird, but really sweet, but mostly really weird. He starts to dig up the land but still won’t tell her what he’s looking for.

genre is romance and soft horror, very similar vibes to my tma fic "resigned" if you’ve read that. Vincent and Casey’s dynamic is p much "it's not body horror, not to me, not if it's you."

Max and Braiden

(both he/him)

These two are from a story that was basically my highschool big brain take on "what if superpowers happened in the real world but people who had them got EXPERIMENTED ON??" That’s still the setting but the plot has taken a sharp turn into classic American road trip. Max has the power to generate, manipulate, and breathe various gasses, and Braiden can make copies of himself.

The basic premise is that, while escaping the facility where he’s been trapped for a number of years, Braiden meets Max for the first time. Max already knows him, however, and is in fact madly in love with him. It turns out that Max was in a relationship with one of Braiden’s copies who was recently killed, and meeting the Original(™) Braiden is the first time he finds out that there’s more than one of him. Cue lots of questions about nature/nurture, what makes a person inherently themself, and Star Trek style philosophical ponderings on the personhood of clones. All of this happens in a ragtop convertible against a backdrop of late summer highway.

(if braiden reminds you of my martin design, no he doesn’t <3 (actually he does because he is a character i put a lot of my own struggles with depression into, and his personality is adjacent to martin’s s5 I’m A Huge Bitch Because I Have Boundaries Now vibe, so martin ended up reminding me of him and i committed IP theft on myself about it))

Fantasy / DnD OCs

I’m bad at fantasy worldbuilding so i just kinda toss all of these guys into scenarios in my head and mix them like salad. I’m trying to put together something with a cowboy/western kind of energy but i haven’t gotten far <3

I have a group of OCs from a scrapped fantasy setting who I’ll add to this when I have more recent sketches for all of them. (If you’re wondering where the lesbians are. They are here. I’m sorry I don’t have more drawings of you on hand, lesbians)

More dnd OCs can be found just in my dnd tag but here are the honorable mentions:

August

(he/him)

Half-elf bard. He has been the icon on my personal blog for years and, in retrospect, playing him was absolutely my first step towards questioning my gender. He has 18 intelligence and 10 wisdom. He once hooked up with an NPC and scored a 24 on his performance check. He even has a meme. Party on, king

Aurelian

(he/him)

(2nd image is before i gave him horns. ft. fiancé Pesh, they/them)

Aurelian is a pirate. He’s an outlaw. He’s a horse girl. He’s been looking for his mysteriously vanished fiancé long enough that he has trouble picturing their face. He exists because I heard Chasing Twisters by Delta Rae and had to make a dnd character about it.

Vasha

(she/her)

Angsty wild magic sorcerer who started as a hostile NPC when i DMed for some friends. Took on a life of her own and ended up in lesbians with the party’s orc fighter. Since that campaign ended I am trying to find her a gf like Mrs. Bennet matchmaking for her five daughters

#OCs #i’ll establish names for these groups later I guess #for now uhhhh. here they are. some of my special guys #the fantasy squad is very dear to my heart but they need some sprucing up before I show them off lmao

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sam-glade · 8 months

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Author Ask Game

Tagged by the lovely @mariahwritesstuff here, @writernopal here, and @tisiphonewolfe here, @void-botanist here - thank you all💜

Gently passing the tag to: @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @vollzz @rbbess110 @flock-from-the-void @pheita @i-can-even-burn-salad (feel free to ignore if you've done it already)

1. What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

I don't write with the aim to teach a lesson. However, after figuring out the plot, I'll look back and see what message I can focus on. Usually, it's kindness, but I also hope to inspire people to find strength within themselves.

2. What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

A lot of real world cultures and history. In the case of my main setting, the amount of research into the history and culture of Central and Eastern Europe in the 18th century (especially the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth) would probably be enough to write straight up historical fiction, buuuut I like the fantasy elements, and I don't enjoy writing non-queernormative societies. So here we are.

The second instalment, The Truth Teller, is again in a fantasy version of the Eastern Bloc, and I get a lot of inspiration from talking to people who've lived there in the second half of the 20th century.

Finally, The Fulcrum is an exercise in worldbuilding. It started with a question, what would happen if evolution took a different path, and the dominant sentient species was most closely resembling birds. Other than that, I use it as an excuse to explore other periods in history - primarily late-Bronze and Iron Age.

3. What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

The goal is different every time. E.g. for Days of Dusk:

In Gifts of Fate, Lissan is the MC, and he wants to survive without hurting anyone (the demon possessing him makes it difficult). What I want to achieve with him is to inspire people to persevere.

In The Prince's Shadow Erya is trying to kill Lissan, while dealing with complicated grief. My goal is to inspire people to move on, without preaching forgiveness (the two main characters still hate each other at the end).

In Prodigal Children, Lissan, Erya, and Gullin are the three MCs who are told with absolute certainty that something terrible will happen and it will result in war. They each try to deal with it in a different way. Erya aims to minimise the damage. Gullin thinks he can't do anything about it, so he focuses on protecting his loved ones. Lissan refuses to accept that it will happen at all. My goal as the writer is to showcase that each of these responses has its merits and can't be condemned from the get go.

4. How many chapters is your story going to have?

I'm a pantser, so I can answer it only for completed drafts. Gifts of Fate currently has 49 chapters, averaging just over 2k words each - with the total being 109k.

5. Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Everything I post on this blog is original. I don't plan to post the novel-length project online - I'm hoping to publish them traditionally. Some side WIPs may end up being posted here or on AO3 (the unnamed parody thingy that still needs a title), and my Silmarillion fanfiction can be found here (more to come).

6. When and why did you start writing?

I vaguely recall writing my first fantasy heroine self-insert story at the age of 11 or so, then Tolkien fanfiction when I was 15-18, then original fiction onwards. It started as an outlet to my creativity, but now it's to get some peace and quiet in my mind. If I don't put the stories down on paper, they keep buzzing in my head, being distracting.

7. Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

Words of encouragement? Just do it. Imperfect doesn't mean bad. Don't let 'perfect' be the enemy of 'good'.

I follow a tonne of writeblrs, so here are a handful of shoutouts: @acertainmoshke @writernopal @tabswrites @toribookworm22 @winterandwords @aether-wasteland-s

Blank questions below:

What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

How many chapters is your story going to have?

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

When and why did you start writing?

Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

#author ask game tag #tag game #writeblr #writeblr tag game #writeblr community #writers of tumblr

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starlit-hopes-and-dreams · 2 years

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Whump Intro

Hi, hello!

Um, I’ve been avoiding this intro bc I am a shy awkward hermit that usually just lurks and likes stuff, but that doesn’t really work on Tumblr so here I am! Plus I wanted to use Whumptober to force myself into sharing my writing and figured it might be useful to introduce myself first.

You can call me starlit, or anna, or hey you, I don’t really care lol. She/her pronouns. I love reading fantasy & fantasy romance, writing, and playing RPG video games when I have the time (usually fantasy based-are we sensing a theme here? 😂)

Before we get to more about me nonsense-

Acknowledgements!

Shout out to @i-can-even-burn-salad

For beta reading for me and then being brave enough to share her stories with me. And for sucking me into Tumbler lol. And for talking to me all the time and making me laugh. And for being such a great person. <3

I love her writing and stories so much. Please, please, check her writing out. It's worth it, I promise! Bring tissues though!!

Best internet friend ever trophy, where is it? I need to send it… oh, there it is. Here you go, Elli! 🏆🎉💜

I haven't had the opportunity to check out many other blogs yet, bc someone has such an extensive back catalog 👀 😂 but tagged below is the one I have read. I devoured Traces in one day because it was so good. Highly recommend!

Traces by @whumping-in-the-wings - Thanks for writing such a great story! Can't wait to see what happens next :)

(Obligatory disclaimer: heed the warnings. They are well-tagged.)

I've got my eye on several other blogs once I have a little more time. Hope ya'll like spam likes/reblogs/comments, bc I'm a bit enthusiastic 😂

Ok, back to me, I suppose. Under the cut 🤣

I tend to use emojis excessively, but don’t expect me to know the meaning of them beyond face-value expressions. I shamelessly claim elder millennial status as an excuse (which means I’m 18+, obviously).

I’m audhd (combo autistic/adhd), but I didn’t find that out until earlier this year, so I’m still very used to tiptoeing around people and holding myself back out of self-preservation. Working on that though, bc I’m tired of that shit.

Erm, also… fuck is my favorite word. If you don’t like foul language, I might not be a great fit for you.

I joined Tumblr about a month ago, so I am still learning and ask for your patience. (I will probably be learning for quite some time, tbh) If I’m doing something wrong, please let me know so I can fix it.

Asks are welcome, although not sure what you would ask me lol. With asks, keep in mind that I’m literal as fuck and context is everything :D

As is fairly common from what I’ve seen in this community, I’ve daydreamed whump for as long as I can remember, and it’s nice to:

1. know what to call it 🥲

2. find someplace where I don’t feel weird about getting it out of my head and putting it on digital paper. Well, not quite as weird haha.

I’m super nervous to post on here, but that’s what I’m here for, so… deep breaths 😶

Likes:

*Fantasy whump

Magic w/ consequences

Captivity

Torture/punishments

Restraints

Dub/non-con

Emotional whump/angst

Defiant whumpee

Breaking whumpee to the point of hopeless despair before building them back up again

Revenge against whumper

Creepy/intimate whumper

Named characters

Recovery arcs, bonus points for romance <3

Eventual Happy endings after copious amounts of suffering

I write what I like, btw. I have written explicit romance previously, but I’m not sure if I will here.

I will try to be diligent with my warnings, but as those are new for me as well, I may miss some. Please let me know if I do and I will fix it! (within reason, don't ask me to tag something like sadness. that's a typical emotion. extremes like depression, yes. sadness, no.)

* Disclaimer: I will only ever write fantasy. I prefer to read fantasy as well, but I have made exceptions when I get the tropes I want :D

Squicks:

I’m willing to try most anything once.

In general though, I tend to avoid cannibalism, major character death, hard-core conditioning, whumper redemptions, bad caretakers

I’m excited to join the community here and looking forward to participating in Whumptober! I have no idea how well I’ll keep up since I only decided to write for it 3 days before the event, but I’m willing to try 😅

Even if I can’t keep up during October's events, I do plan to finish the storyline and there will be a happy end :D

Fuck, this got long. Sorry!!!

See you all around! 💜

#whump intro #whump introduction #whump writing #whumpblr #whump #whump community #Nice to meet you all!#I can't believe I'm actually posting this and committing myself to something 😶#this is a rarity lol #don't ask me how long it took to actually click the post button #also don't ask how many times I read my own intro 😅

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hi! would you happen to know any communities (tumblr, discored, something along those lines) for people with autoimmune disorders? not like a i hope we all get better toxic positivity thing because we arent going to get better and neither a place that kinda sends you into a spiral ig? i'm looking for a community where i would be able to share my struggles with people, listen to theirs, and ultimately just exchange tips on how to make life better for ourselves.

Hi. I just usually followed the #chronic illness, #ableism, #cripplepunk, #disability, #spoonie tags and also @thebibliosphere and @naamahdarling. @compassionatereminders is a general sort of positivity blog by a disabled person, I also follow @cbspoons

To be honest, nearly all my mutuals are disabled and mentally ill in some way so I've never felt the need to go out and actually find anybody? 🤔 I've stopped actively following the disability tags on here a while ago because I was so angry and depressed that seeing other disabled people in the same boat started to depress me more. And if I want info on something specific I just search the tag on here. Goldmine of info I swear.

If you want information however, you really can't beat Disability Twitter. It hasn't gone anywhere, Muskapocalypse notwithstanding, and it's been a huge convergence point for information sharing and advocacy for Long Covid in the West. Iman Barbarin would be your starting point, she's @crutchesandspice on Tumblr but more active on Twitter. The Fat Doctor is also an essential follow (except their tweets are protected so they have to approve your follow request) and so is Kivan Bay. Honestly there's a huuuge overlap between Trans Twitter, Fat Liberation and Disability Twitter because they all come under the disability justice umbrella. Downside as always is that it's all very US-UK-focused.

You can follow me too if you like (Inflammatory Bowel Disease, chronic fatigue, arthritis, bipolar, salad bar of mental illness), but fair warning, I am extremely suicidally depressed rn, even though I've been getting a lot of help finally. I put all my downspirals under a cut and tag the shit out of those posts, but this blog might not be the best for your own mental health just fyi. 😬

Followers feel free to add any blogs you can think of!

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I recently went down a rabbithole and came across some of the most idiotic nonsense I've ever seen.

Someone asked the blog I'm quoting below what they thought the reason for prequel gate was and I'm just flabbergasted at the insane armchair psychology presented as fact. This person clearly has no idea what co-depency actually means and yet they have a whole buch of posts spanning multiple years where they repeat this nonsense over and over again (newsflash: you can't diagnose people you've never even spoken to from afar).

Not to mention calling Jensen "under-functioning" or "low functioning" (and his parents too in some posts, it's genetic apparently /facepalm).

This person seems as insightful and trustworthy as goob to me, but because it isn't as immediately obvious by their writing style (compared to goob's barely comprehensible ramblings), people take them seriously and they have at least a small amount of followers who seem to believe every word they say.

(Though it seems to be mostly Jared stans who are only to happy to believe anything negative about Jensen, no matter how unqualified the source and how ridiculous the claims.)

I just can't roll my eyes hard enough:

"You'll find the answer to most of your questions in the codependency tag. The short answer is Jensen was trying to be good enough for Jared by creating a project on his own without Jared's help or leadership.

Let's take out the codependency aspect and just look at basic male competitiveness even between friends. Men go through the competition phase with each other in order to determine hierarchy and once that’s established, then they “reconcile” and move into the cooperate phase and even become loyal friends. Nothing demonstrates this better than the Top Gun movies, which is actually about a love story between Maverick and Iceman. "Frenemies" is not supposed to happen among men, instead it's more common among women because they go from competition to cooperation and back to competition. Jensen is a bit under-functioning, so he goes back to competing with Jared even though Jared is not competing with him; there’s no need to change the hierarchy. At the same time Jensen was competing for Jared in order to continue their Maverick and Iceman love story."

Let's talk about Goob for a second. Goob wants to present himself as a totes unbiased observer with super secret insider knowledge ... that just always ~*somehow*~ happens to validate that D/C is the center of the universe.

Not just fandom, but people at large? Have a tendency to question something far less to not at all when it agrees with what they already want to believe. The problem is, you don't just have to want to believe with Goob, you also have to get past how he writes in word-salad rants, makes factual statements/predictions that are proven directly indisputably false all the time, and throws out claims that are blatantly fantasyland batshit like Kripke stealing the YED from him or his having been personally involved in TW, is clearly wanting to bilk fandom for money - among other issues. Goob is so bad at what he's trying to do you have to be completely fucking desperate AND incredibly thick to continue to buy into it.

There are people in this fandom a lot better at it than Goob. Who can write a coherent paragraph. Who know how to flimflam enough to not directly say things like 'X [did/will] happen on Y date' which are easy to catch out as blatantly factually false - there's a lot of 'it's just my opinion (even though I keep stating it as fact)'! Who aren't obtuse enough to claim their super speshul insider knowledge is directly personally in SPN, just ~*the industry*~ in general that just so happens to tell them everything about how BTS on SPN must have operated in minute, exact detail!

So if, say, you already want to believe Jared is the center of the universe around which all existence revolves - even that of his own friends' who are just desperate to earn the approval of such an amazing godlike being they obviously can't help but feel inferior to in every possible way? You maybe don't notice the absurdity when somebody claims to be a fan of Jensen but constantly laments the fact he can't be so much smarter/more talented/business savvy/fashionable/whatever like Jared, woe! You maybe don't notice the double standard always leaning one way when somebody insists in one post that when X applies to Jared it proves he's popular/cool/savvy, and five posts later, X applying to Jensen proves that he's forgettable/lame/dumb, actually. You maybe don't notice when they spout off a bunch of psychobabble gibberish with no qualifications in the field on top of zero personal experience with the people they're incorrectly diagnosing. (Honestly, that one's even less noticeable because so many fans do it so cluelessly all over the place ... not as if that makes it better, but.)

The difference between them and Goob isn't a matter of what they're trying to do, it's a matter of basic competence in the attempt. Goob just can't help being so very Goob about everything - and again, even he has people willing to swallow it whole because they WANT the validation of it being true so so blindly. Conversely, no matter how competent anybody else's sleight-of-hand, they're only going to distract the audience who already agree with their underlying agenda from being able to see the light catch on the wires.

#fandom issues #askboxery #anonymous #anti actor stans #especially ones who claim not to be #long post

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hopelessromantic1352 · 2 years

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Welp… I’ve done it. I’ve fallen into the Tobias hole and there’s not much hope for me. He’s just too dang fun to write. I have no idea how or where this series is gonna go, all I know is there will be angst, I’m guessing smut (time to hide) and definitely fluff. Do I know how this series ends or what will happen along the way? Absolutely not. Go me 🤦🏼‍♀️. Anywho, I present to y’all, The Triangle of Choice.

Warnings: light swearing

Word count: 1,289

Ethan x Casey x Tobias tags: @cariantha @jerzwriter @binny1985

Ethan tags: @perriewinklenerdie @shelivesinthewoods @silversparrow1112 @miss-indecisive-says @alj4890 @naffeesaa @hija-del-universo @usuallyamazinglyaverage @heyabby102 @lilyoffandoms @cordoniaqueensworld @carreraleigh @ethanplaysfavorites @amillionmoonsred @claudevonstrukesblog @princess-geek @lapisreviewsstuff @aworldoffandoms @paisleylovergirl @llamasgrl @blainehellyes @flyawayboo @timmagicktoad-blog @sparklinglilac @whenyourheartskipsabeat @desmaranj @triple-shadow0

Let me know if anyone wants to be added or removed from my taglists 💗

Disclaimer: Pixelberry owns these character and the book I derived this story from.

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Edenbrook seemed even more crowded than the last time she was here.

Maybe that’s because it was just you and Rafael on that floor.

Shuddering, Casey pushes that all to the back of her mind. Even though they lost Danny and Bobby, Raf is thriving in physical therapy and she is ready to get back to work. As she approaches the nurses desk, Ethan stands there, berating an intern.

“So you thought you could take a break?” He waves the patient’s folder in front of the young doctor. “You were gone for well over an hour! You can not shirk your duties or your patients.”

Although she was grateful it wasn’t Esme, she couldn’t help but feel bad for the young woman as she slinks down the hall in tears. Forgetting the pity for her, Casey turns to Maureen behind the desk.

“Morning, could I get my caseload, please?”

The older nurse nods and throws a sympathetic glance towards the doctor, but Casey ignores it. Her feelings from everything that happened have to be kept at bay. And that includes ignoring every pitied look or words.

“Rookie… I didn’t know you were coming back today.” Ethan levels his gaze towards her, his eyes showing the only emotion he felt.

Grief.

Casey takes her charts from Maureen, smiling at her before focusing on the list of patients she has while she responds to Ethan cooly. “Yeah well, if you would’ve reached out maybe you’d know.”

He lowers his voice, nearing her subtly, “Casey, I—“

“Save it.” She looks up, meeting his crystal blue eyes defiantly, “Even Tobias reached out, hell, he came over and helped my roommates with dinner multiple nights.”

Satisfied with the surprise and jealousy in the depths of his eyes, she smirks and begins walking down the hall. If he wasn’t going to show he cared, she wasn’t going to sit around and wait for him anymore. If she learned anything from almost dying, it was to live life to its fullest. And that meant not wasting her time on a man who couldn’t make up his mind.

Throughout the day, she’s enjoyed being reunited with her friends and helping patients. Surprisingly, no page for the diagnostics team has come, so she decides to head to the cafeteria for lunch. Gathering a tray filled with a small Cobb salad, a cup of broccoli cheddar soup, and some pomegranate arils. She takes a sip of water while she searches for an empty table. Finding one off to the side of the cafeteria, she settles in and her stomach grumbles at the sight. After the poison attacked her, it took awhile for her appetite to return. But seeing the spread in front of her, it reminded her of the lack of food she had after the attack.

Tucking into the soup first, the warmth slides down her throat and she closes her eyes momentarily, but they open slowly when someone sits across from her.

“Miss me?”

Not able to hold in her spreading smile, Casey rolls her eyes at Tobias Carrick’s smug smirk.

“You were literally at our apartment last night.” She takes another spoonful of soup and then points it towards him. “What are you doing over here anyway? Won’t Ethan toss you out if he sees you?”

Chuckling while he watches her red curls flounce off her shoulders, he winks. “Believe me, Valentine, if I was afraid of Ethan Ramsey, I never would’ve helped save your life.”

She scoffs, “Please, you only helped save me to stroke your own ego.”

After she finishes her soup, he takes the empty cup and spoon, walking over to a nearby trash can and tosses it in. Some Edenbrook staff glare at Tobias donning the Mass Kenmore patch on his white coat, but he lets their gazes roll right off his back. When he sits back down, she raises an eyebrow at him.

“You know I can still walk, right? I mean I almost died, I’m not dead yet.”

It was his turn to roll his eyes, but he smiles good naturedly. “Can’t I help a gal out? Besides, I like showing off my coat.”

To emphasize his point, he puffs his chest out and brushes his logo off like it’s collected dust.

Her laugh draws more attention to them, but neither pay much attention. Tobias grins at her while she begins to eat her salad. Watching as she chews and swallows, his eyes drag over her lips and he licks his own as his Adam’s apple bobs slightly. When he looks up, her cheeks wear a pink blush and he clears his throat, looking away.

“I think your friends found you.” He stands up and smiles down at the redhead, squeezing her shoulder. “I’ll see you around, Valentine.”

The gentle gesture earns him a small smile, but before she can respond her friends join her table. Tobias strides out, ignoring the whispers and dirty looks.

“Casey!”

Sienna slides into the table next to her best friend and starts to speak rapidly about everything that’s happened around the hospital since she was on leave. When it neared the end of lunch for them all, Casey stands and stretches. Catching a glimpse of Ethan nearby, she gives hurried goodbyes to her friends and heads for the hallway. Hoping to not be spotted fails and she grimaces when Ethan catches up to her easily.

“Casey, we need to talk.” His voice is level and professional, holding its usual edge that she used to find endearing.

“Can it wait? I’m headed to check on a patient.”

Her clipped tone pisses him off and he pulls her into a supply closet when no one is around. He presses her back into the door, pinning her there as he looms over her. She looks up at him, eyes wide at the sapphires blazing with anger.

“I’ve had just about enough of your attitude, Valentine. You won’t even give me a chance to tell you my side of the story.”

A moment of silence passes as they glare at each other, finally she throws her hand in the air, snarling at him. “Fine. Then say what you want to say.”

“I am sorry.” He relishes the surprise on her face before he continues. “This is difficult for me because I care so much about you, but I don’t want to lose you or hurt you. When I-I thought I might lose you, it made me think if I push you away it would be easier.”

“Well you were pretty damn close to me when I asked you to stay with me that night. But Tobias was the only one who came and checked on me at home.”

She watches as his eyes narrow into slits, his jaw clenching. Is that jealousy? A triumphant smile spreads across her lips. It is.

“Well then, if Tobias is so great, by all means, have fun.” Ethan steps back and adjusts his tie before he reaches around Casey, opening the door.

Shocked, she stands in the open supply closet, trying to decipher what just happened. Was he finally going to admit his feelings? Did she just blow it by throwing Tobias in his face?

She groans and smacks her forehead. Men.

On a whim, she pulls her phone out and sends a message to the last person she texted. Tobias.

“Hey Tobias, are you free tonight?”

“For you? Definitely.”

“Perfect. Dinner?”

“Be at my place, 8.”

After he sends his address, she sags against the wall, her heartbeat quickening. She leans out the doorway, easily spotting Ethan down the hall and her throat tightens when he turns his head back towards her. His gaze is cold. Not even like her first day. It’s like he’s a stranger.

“I can’t wait to see you.”

#choices #playchoices #open heart #play choices #ethan ramsey #dr. ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #choices open heart #tobias carrick x mc #ethan x mc x tobias #tobias carrick #the triangle of choice

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verkja · 1 year

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Word Find Tag

I was tagged by @i-can-even-burn-salad to find threat, trust, tie, and time. Thank you!

This blog is still shadowbanned, meaning if I tag anyone they won't be notified, so - leaving this open! If you see this post and want to do a word find tag, go for it. :) Your words are expect, private, sleep, and flinch.

Excerpts are from my ongoing story, as usual.

Threat

Quietly, Radomil braced a foot on the side of the bar, ready to kick off it in a quick turn if necessary. The three inebriated patrons were unlikely to pose a serious threat, but anyone could chance into a lucky swing; if their harassment escalated from verbal to physical, he’d prefer to take them out quickly.

Trust

‘No. I don’t trust you that much.’ The sorcerer hated himself a little more with each word, but it was true; he liked and admired Radomil, and had no doubt he was a man of his word, but the thing about promises was that they only reliably mattered if made to another person. He couldn’t be confident Radomil saw him as that, rather than as an unfortunately necessary asset to the company that didn’t really count as human.

Tie

The chain dissolved when an already-formed chain of similar runes looped around his wrists and pulled. He gave a surprised exclamation and stumbled sideways, into a sort of hollow in the mess of logs. The chain contorted, splitting in two and then rejoining to tie his hands behind his back and tug them against one thick tree.

Time

(This one is from a future/WIP chapter, not a published one - just to mix things up!)

This was the second time he’d said as much. Mures had tried to put the instance of it in Habrseng out of his mind, but hadn’t completely succeeded, so there it was to join this instance as evidence. Enough time had passed between the two that Radomil had definitely gotten the chance to reconsider, and apparently he hadn’t, so - Mures had to suppose he really did mean it.

(How this works is, you go through a WIP, published story, or whatever else and find one instance of each word, then post it with a paragraph or two for context.)

#tag games #long post #no catha in this one :'(#the words didn't work out for it

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redgoldblue · 1 year

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I was also tagged by @itwoodbeprefect to post a WIP snippet and with her written permission i am going to take it both as an affectionate headbutt and an excuse to post from a different WIP. honestly the fic I’m actually most actively working on rn is probably my NCIS: LA one, but no-one comes to my blog for that, so - the other one of the three I have actively open (along with NCIS: LA and state of disrepair).

tagging @faorism @bookwhimses @osointricate

sfw snippet of academy era porn with feelings/plot/angst/h/c (Finding A Cure In You). I had hoped to finish this one before med school started but seeing as that’s Monday it’s not happening.

Finally, Starsky turns back around. He folds his legs beneath him and stays on the ground, looking up at Hutch looking down. “I meant you,” he says. “Not your muscles or your eyes or your insane blowjob skills.”

Hutch snorts a shocked laugh at that, and Starsky relaxes fractionally. “I meant… that…” he continues, searching for words that can’t be misinterpreted again. “That the reason I do anything with you is because I want to be doing it with you. I want to eat dinner with you to eat it with you, to see you poke at hamburgers like they might leap up and attack you and try to make me eat salad and then steal half my fries anyway. I want to go to classes with you - if you can believe it - so I can watch you chew pencils and scrunch up your forehead like the world's gonna end if you don't know the entire police procedure handbook off by heart at the end of classes, then completely lose your focus when I show you a note with a joke, then pretend like you're mad at me for making you lose focus."

"I am mad at you," Hutch mutters. "I just never manage to hang onto it when you grin and start joking again."

#Starsky & Hutch #Starsky and Hutch #my writing #french kissing primetime homos #mine

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the-broken-soup-spoon · 4 months

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intro posssstttt

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hello, people of the world wide web. i'm cufusti, but you can also call me spoon. i'm an alien on the internet and you can't stop me.

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𖦹 i don't conform to your earthen gender norms! (i'm nonbinary)

𖦹 i'm a little fucked up but i'm trying my best

𖦹 i will post probably anything here (mainly fandom art or animations. maybe even writing or audio/music.)

𖦹 i speak weird, make obscure references, and say stupid things in general so yeaahhh

𖦹 my asks are wiiiide open. send me funny shit or ask me about my stuff!! or just ask me stuff in general. please.

𖦹 my current/most prevalent interests are: pizza tower and chonny jash (just his music in general, but mainly cccc)

𖦹 dr robotnik (aosth) and terraria mushroom biome my beloved

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obligatory tags

• «brokensoupspoon - will be on all of my posts... except for reblogs

• «soup bowl - anything i create; whether it's art, animations, or even audio. because fuck yeah.

• «dessert fork - posts that have original characters in them. primarily fandom ocs.

• «salad fork - posts of mine that are me either rambling or having random thoughts. also applies to posts that are all (mostly) text...

• «butter knife - most reblogs. i don't tag reblogs if they're important/serious.

• «blender - vents. if... i DO decide to vent on here. which is like a 1 in gazillion chance

• «serviette - posts that don't really fit into the above categories. kind of like this post, but not really? idk it's just here for safekeeping

• «the radio - asks...

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other zones

- blogs -

@you-want-you-dont-want : my dead pizza tower blog (i still love pizza tower, but i just... kinda gave up on that sideblog.)

@cufustis-kitchen : sideblog for more original content that is... currently empty. and sad.

- other -

you can find me on the youtubes

and the twitters (i hate twitter so i don't use it much)

and uhhhhh yeah that's it for now lol

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try to have a good day lads!! love ya!! (platonically)

#«serviette #intro post #«brokensoupspoon

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shadowgamerhalo · 1 year

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Hello there, welcome to this blog. I am Shade and here's what you need to know before interacting.

-As of 2023 I am 21 years old, introvert, genderfluid aroace polyamorous lesbian , norse heathen witch, who has unspecified neurodivergences and disability.

-Personally I'd sum up my personality as chaotic, tired, and socially inept. I have trouble with social interactions at times, either forgetting how to interact with people normally, low spoons, or my social battery is dead.

-My vocabulary changes from fanciful wording to the weirdest slang. Example. Whilst I enjoy the yeeting of my blorbo around my cerebral cortex, I am up for putting them into the salad spinner for their uwu crimes. You stick around on this blog, and you will find more of that I assure you.

-My genderfluidity is a mystery to even myself sometimes, so I tend to go by they/them for simplicity. I'd say I'm still figuring out what some of my genders are, though I'd say none of them fall strictly into masculine or feminine categories, even if I like more feminine or masculine pronouns at times.

-I use the term lesbian cause it feels right. I am not attracted to men in the slightest. Edit: changed cause well, figured out identity stuff. Aroace, short for aromantic and asexual. I also am polyamorous. For anyone curious I am single, mainly because I don't know how people flirt and talking to people is hard.

-I am in many fandoms, that it has become a game of what fandom I shall fall into next. That also means my brain is full of so much fictional knowledge that I wonder if I will run out of space in my brain.

-This blog had gone through several changes over the years I've had it due to many reasons. This change particularly is me deciding fuck it, my blog means I can do whatever the fuck I want. I am nice and apeshit I suppose.

-The blog will contain mainly things I decide to put on it, whether if I like it, helping boost it, tagging potential for mutuals, and sometimes for chaos. An example of that last one would be scheduling 'thank the gnome it's friday' for a couple fridays just for kicks.

-If I send you asks, expect chaos or compliments, sometimes both. I like being a little gremlin on here, just now I am being more open about it. I have sent things of this nature on anon back when I was in my shy era.

-I have two sideblogs which are much more fandom centered. I used to keep them hidden cause I didn't want people to know I had them, but now I am letting myself be the feral nerd I am. @monkiesgobrrrr is lego monkie kid centered, and @starscreativity101 is murder drones centered.

-When interacting please don't directly dm unless I know you, you'll end up getting blocked.

-Asks in my inbox are more than welcome, expect inconsistencies as answering asks depends on my mental health and energy levels.

-If you see a reblog with the tags that I am eating your art or going feral because of it, that is my way of showing my love for it. This also applies to writing and edits.

-When I make stuff on here, I prefer reblogs over likes, and I want someone to go feral over it. Commentary is welcome as long as it doesn't derail the post.

Upon your readage of this, I hope you enjoy your stay even if it's short. Now interact as you see fit.

#pinned post

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