Edward Cullen energy

what does that mean?

He has his hand on his what???

I've been playing Fallout 4 for months, so I decided to draw one of my fav companions

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WIP Wednesday

okay over the past few weeks i've been tagged by @moonlight-and-mantles, @virshiral, and i believe it was @cryptid-catt? for these. sorry to my dragon age moots, i don't have dragon age wips for you this week (well, i do technically, but i haven't worked on it in a bit so i don't want to post it), but for the first time in forever i'm working on my oblivion fic again, so there'll be some of that under the cut.

tagging @th3skullqu33n93 @ruxandralache @afragileflame, tagging back the above people who tagged me (except you akira since you literally just posted yours), and anyone else who wants to do it and tag me in it. since i suspect most of my normal culprits have already done it this week.

Let's WIP Wednesday With Mama!

Tagged by and Tagging: @dark-brotherhoe thank you for the taaag! @thegrunkiest @elavoria @dirty-bosmer @the-radic0le @sssaeva @miliabyntite

Dear Brother's next chapter is one of the ones I already pretty much have done from last year. I may have posted a piece of this back then, but it's gotten enhanced by virtue of "I'm actually here now and I know the detailed context of what comes before". I said I'd take a break for a little but then the stress of irl hit again, and I've been stress-creating again. But at least I'm being productive with it!

See also, this associated, unposted picture from LAST YEAR TWO YEARS AGO?? which I now might want to edit with further details, so it's officially a WIP again.

Unfortunately, Zath has found himself in the Void in this chapter, due to that whole dying thing. That's just how it goes, I guess. Hey, is that Kolfinna? Oh, nice, we can say hi :) Night Mother, I don't understand a fucking word of what you're saying though. (Speaking of, the font is annoying intentionally, so don't worry about crossing your eyes too much for it. The things Zath understands are the important bits, the rest are just easter eggs for later.)

CW: mention of a slashed throat and its results; spiritual death

Me stepping out of the optometry office after slamming four lokos with the doctor and immediately meeting the love of my life (but I have social anxiety)

had to share this

In every way this is set up to be a joke like any other short video, it even uses the trope of main character in a wig to represent their mom, but it isn't funny at all. It's just sweet and nice

Brynjolf grinding against where his favorite recruit's perched in his lap and watching him melt. Bryn's hands on his hips and his lad's grip on his shoulders practically bruising. A kiss can't hurt, right? He's met with eager lips and a sinful moan.

"I'm not," his recruit pants into his mouth. "I've never been into another guy before."

"'S alright, lad." Brynjolf groans, hands guiding his recruit's hips to roll into his. "Hardly counts if we're both fully dressed."

Bryn pinning his favorite recruit, sweaty hair tied back and a victorious grin on his face. Hips buck up against his and there's a fist smacking at his armored chest to no avail. He's lost again, practice blade tossed across the room.

"That's another win for me, lad." Bryn teases, enamored with the flush in his recruit's cheeks. "What is that now? Four wins in a row? Must be some kinda record."

"Shut up." A snarl paired with a leg around his waist. Bryn feels his recruit's body arc up into his, face scrunched up in frustration. He's so cute.

"Isn't all this sparring just an excuse to end up like this?"

"I said shut the fuck up!" Insults are hurled but his hands are twisting into Brynjolf's armor. Even as he's called a bastard he's being pulled closer.

"Wanna make me shut up, lad?"

Oh, it's too sweet. The way he melts into Brynjolf's arms, his eyes drifting predictably to his lips. For once Brynjolf lets his recruit initiate the kiss, easing off him just enough to give him an out if necessary.

It's sweaty. Messy. Delicious. Everything Brynjolf knows his recruit won't admit that he desires. His fingers wind into Bryn's hair, moaning when Brynjolf's body settles atop his once more.

He doesn't mind playing this game a while longer. Someday he'll urge his favorite recruit to confront his feelings, to admit that they both want more than dryhumping in the practice room. For now though, he's content playing along.

"There somethin' going on between you two?"

Mercer's finger wags between the two men. Brynjolf can feel the waves of anxiety rolling off his favorite recruit and steps forward. It'll end better if he's the one to speak.

"'Course not." Brynjolf lies, hand rubbing at his neck to cover the shape of his recruit's teeth. Mercer doesn't need to concern him with their business behind closed doors.

Whatever exists between them is delicate at best. It's amusing and heartbreaking to watch the sudden switches in his recruit, so aroused and needy while remaining entirely closed off. Brynjolf isn't about to let Mercer scare him off.

"I know how you feel about relationships in the Guild 'n all, boss."

"Good." Mercer huffs, apparently buying the lie. The recruit is still stiff, face pale as Brynjolf leads him away.

"Don't mind him, lad." Brynjolf breathes into his favorite's ear. He adores the shiver under the careful hand he's planted on the other man's back.

"If you get me kicked out of here I will ruin your life." He seethes, the glare too cute to be afraid of.

"Got it." Brynjolf grins, eager fingers dipping under the collar of his recruit's armor.

this is the charlisle fic that consumed me

blood on the freesia stalks by @zillazumi

Explicit | 101k words | Carlisle Cullen/Charlie Swan

There are men turning up dead in the woods, and Chief of Police Charlie Swan has a job to do—figure out what, or who, left the poor bastards torn up as they are. Chief of Police Charlie Swan is too old for this mess. Too old and too sick of this shit to pretend Forks is just a sleepy old rural town anymore. Between the gruesome corpses and the quiet, unsettling doctor Cullen who shows up like a statue in pressed slacks, lying through his teeth, Charlie’s got more questions than answers—and no one seems too keen on giving him either.

Charlie’s trying not to notice how his breath catches when the doc gets too close. He’s also trying not to notice how the bodies keep piling up, unsolved. Neither effort is going particularly well.

And if one more person tells him it was a bear, he’s going to shoot something. Probably not a bear.

Underrated passage from the Traitor's Diary I never hear mentioned. With spaces:

On the subject of ants, I present a tidbit that is 100% coincidental in this context, a mere product of my overanalyzing, but could be a cool reference that someone could incorporate into their fanworks:

i think MORE characters should be rape survivors. i think more characters should be csa survivors. i think more characters should be dv survivors. i think strong and noble and attractive and charming and brilliant characters with indomitable spirits should be survivors. i think the most powerful characters in the world should be survivors. i think characters who are cultural icons should be survivors. i think victims and survivors should see ourselves in the most admirable and beloved characters around! i think we should be protagonists!!!

#‘it’s so unnecessary’ . okay . god yea this one drives me CRAZY. people will yap all day long about how it's "unnecessary" to make a character a survivor like do you think it was necessary for any of us to be abused or raped irl? was it narratively essential? did it teach the audience an important lesson? why do we, who have to justify our experiences and existences and reactions all the time in real life, also have to justify why we should exist in fiction? people act so repulsed by the thought of us. i've really fully and truly had enough of that. there is nothing so uniquely disgusting or repulsive or unspeakable about our victimhood or our survival that justifies this obsession with keeping the reality of our existence hidden

"oh but talking about it can be triggering for victims :(((" you know what else is triggering? living in a world that insists that we cannot be open and honest about what happened to us. maybe if we had, oh, i don't know, prominent examples in our cultural stories of people who are victims and are competent and strong it might be easier (for everyone, not just victims) to have the discussions we actually need to have about our trauma.

what is the color of night?

Chapter 12: As Mother With Five, It Was A Mercy

Fandom: TESIV Oblivion (Dark Brotherhood) Relationships: OC/Lucien Lachance; OC & Antoinetta Marie Rating: Mature Relevant Tags: Betrayal; Mental health stigma; Depression, lack of motivation to live; Violent death; Throat trauma (see all tags on AO3) Word Count: 3565

In this chapter, Silencer Zathiril faces consequences.

TES Pinup Challenge August 7-8: Necromantic

of course I had to draw my favourite necromancer <3

WIP Wednesdamont

Thanks so much for the tags @unironicallytes and @cresu ! Pre-ordering tags for the both of you for next week if you'd like 🤗

This week wasn't as productive as I wanted it to be, but that'll happen I suppose. Looking at what progress I have made, I realized they all feature Mathieu in some way lol So this one is titled in honor of his villainous dumpster rizz that has an eternal chokehold on me I guess

First we have a fragment of the skeleton prompt, where Vera seeks to trespass on her parents' hideout, and Mathieu calls her a nepo baby