Fleeting Right off a Cliff

fleet, she/her, queer, mid-20s. Here mostly to think and feel too much about the silly dramas. Ask box and messages open. AO3 here.

[fleet-off]

Metas and sundry

Collecting my metas and other stuff in one place for easy access. Updated irregularly.

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Fanfiction: See the masterpost of fic stuff uploaded to Tumblr here.

KinnPorsche Meta:

Ep 2: Pete's portrait

Ep 5: Motorcycle ride: A false comfort for Porsche and viewer alike

Ep 6: Forgiveness and the irreconcilability of Kinn's personas

Ep 7: Why we're all trapped in the bathroom: Framing a high-connection, high-physicality sex scene

Ep 9: Was Vegas listening to the sermon?

Ep 10: Tankhun adapts his style for the role he plans to play

Ep 10: Pete and Porsche's fight scene: Right hand on the gun

Ep 10: Vegas's portrait

Ep 10: What's in Vegas's secret room?

Ep 10: Vegas's predatory prints: a slow reveal

Ep 11: Vegas's first panic and a refusal of control

Ep 11: The pill kiss: Not proof but promise

Ep 11: Crossing chains, removing boundaries

Ep 12: Was leaving the handcuff key intentional?

Ep 12: Korn: Another terrible Theerapanyakul pet-owner

Ep 11/12: Wound-tending and sex: These parallels are a great time

Ep 13: The plate drops, the bubble pops

Ep 11/12/13: Vegas's anti-mirror meta

Ep 14: The post-credits scene: Breaking free of the narrative

Other KinnPorsche Tidbits:

Ep 6: Listen, search and rescue is hard

Ep 7: The reality of Vegas: Porsche can't look, Pete can't look away

Ep 7: VegasPete: Matching halves in green 1 and 2

Ep 8: Savoring the bubble

Eps 8 & 9: The Buddhist mantras translated

Ep 11: Face grab: These parallels are a bad time

Ep 11: Ill-suited habitats: Vegas doesn't know how to keep what is in his care

Ep 11: Predatory prints: The snake shirt drops!

Ep 11: The game Tankhun and co are playing when Chay pops up

Ep 12: Pete ignores multiple escape routes

Ep 12: Out of the business? Unlikely, Porsche

Ep 13: The VegasPete sex song

Ep 14: Kim and Chan knew

Meta in other fandoms:

Dear Doctor I'm Coming for Soul: Organ donation as redemptive act

Dear Doctor I'm Coming for Soul: A turning point in Prakan's relationship with death

Secret Crush on You: SkyJao: Subverting the scrunched-face kiss trope

War of Y: Koon's order of priorities

Tidbits in other fandoms:

Be Loved in House: I Do: Wu Siqi would fit in my pocket and you can't convince me otherwise

Plus and Minus: Zheng Zeshou and the fear of abandonment 1 and 2

Mr. Unlucky: Fukuhara unphased by homelessness

Moonlight Chicken: Gaipha's mother's medications

Moonlight Chicken: Gaipha's chicken-contaminated hands

[yujeong]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

In the midst of one of their more temperate stretches, Pete rests his head in Vegas’s lap.

My second attempt at making a podfic, this time as a gift to @fleet-off for her birthday. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed your fic(s) again and again❤️ This time, I had the help of my beloved @wretchedamaranth, who so patiently listened to all the takes I sent them and gave me valuable insight into how I should approach the final one. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, for everything. Hope you enjoy it. Make sure to (re)read fleet's fic too - it's definitely as good as you remember it.

[fleet-off]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Words: 1072 Fandom: รักโคตรร้ายสุดท้ายโคตรรัก | KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun Characters: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham, Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Lazy Mornings, Head On Lap, soft, but with the awareness that softness is fragile, especially when you're a couple of codependent murder men with mental health issues, allusion to typical VegasPete-style violence as a metaphor for healing

Summary: Once Pete has kissed what is torn and licked Vegas clean again--only then will he tell him that sometimes he freezes Pete’s breath in his throat just by how pretty he is. But they are enjoying a quiet morning, today, so he can find other ways to express the sentiment.

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In the midst of one of their more temperate stretches, Pete rests his head in Vegas’s lap.

[fleet-off]

Breaking a period of Tumblr silence to let you all know that lu @lu-sn made some stunning art for this fic as a birthday gift! The comment section of a temporary abundance was the first place lu and I spoke to each other, and I was soooo normal about her praising my work [lies] [it is my right and privilege to be the least normal person in the world about lu specifically] [how is she this talented and good]. Since then, her presence in my life has transformed it in so many beautiful ways. I'm deeply fortunate.

With lu's permission, I've appended the art to the fic. I request you all come weep with me to the tune of Vegas's fingers walking down the back of Pete's hand on a sun-sweet morning.

[waterlilyvioletfog]

Nirvana In Fire is sooooo crazy. Prince Jing will show up at Mei Changsu’s house and say I dont usually do this… if my dead wife I mean! Childhood best friend! Lin Shu could see me now… he’d never forgive me for seeing a SCHEMER, a PLOTTER, a DASTARDLY and DECEITFUL ADVISOR… 👉👈😗 and Mei Changsu goes wow that’s so sad dianxia… anyways here’s a very insightful point about the military that only Lin Shu would have known. and Prince Jing goes 🤨🥺 is that you Lin Shu?? and Mei Changsu says whaaaaattttt?????? Nooooooo…. And then someone asks Mei Changsu why he won’t fess up to being Lin Shu and he’s like You Don’t Understand It’s Better This Way… After all, Prince Jing could NEVER develop an unhealthy attachment to a scheming dastardly advisor like Mei Changsu, and he’s got a history of reckless behavior in defense of people he’s attached to. *sad, sad coughing* Meanwhile Prince Jing goes home and tells his mom about this hot advisor guy he’s about to start a rebellion for

[tothechaos]

i need to cheer myself up im gonna try to draw a shrimp from memory

[tothechaos]

shpimp...

[tothechaos]

two of them.. lovers even

[tothechaos]

target audience reached

[tothechaos]

a collection of some of my favorite tags

[nyancrimew]

i have a new theory called alive internet theory where i propose that the internet is full of real people and you can befriend some of them even and maybe actually kiss them and more

[ghostwriterofthemachine]

Okay okay I've got one I think will be fun!!

Spin this wheel of like 160ish fandoms of varying levels of popularity.

Could you write a convincing 1-2k word fic for this fandom?

Yes, easy, I've read/watched/played this piece of media and could write for it!

Yes, I know enough about it through fandom/internet osmosis that I could BS 1k

Eh, I could TRY but someone who knew the media would know I was BSing

No, I've heard of this media but I don't know enough about it to BS a fic

I have never heard of this media in my life

Nuance option??

Voting ended onMar 14, 2025

Extra points for telling me all about your thoughts in the tags :D

[zinyli]

Hello again this is days 15-21, just have one week left of fish february :_[ anyways…SHARK WEEK!!!!!!

[iced-coffee-chronicles]

openin’ the door to the microwave one second early because you don’t need all the hootin’ and hollerin’

[delta-orionis]

I'D LOVE TO ELABORATE because this is one of my favorite astronomy stories.

Okay. So in the field of Radio Astronomy, there's this phenomenon called a "fast radio burst", a very short, strong radio pulse picked up by a radio telescope. They're still poorly understood, and are considered very exciting to radio astronomers because of how rare they are.

In the 2010's, astronomers working at Australia's Parkes Radio Observatory identified a number of radio signals picked up by the telescope that appeared to resemble fast radio bursts, which they called Perytons.

However, they quickly realized that the signals had to be terrestrial in origin due to the strength of the signal.... as well as the fact that they always occurred during weekdays, around the same time.

The signals tended to be clustered around midday... hmm...

Further evidence that the signals were man-made... this trend also followed daylight savings!!!

(Unless aliens also follow Australian daylight savings conventions, which is highly unlikely...)

It took the astronomers several years, but they eventually tracked down the source to a microwave oven in the facility's break room.

They were unable to recreate the signal, until they tried opening the microwave door before it beeped. Turns out the microwave was letting out a tiny amount of radio emissions when the door opened, which the nearby telescope was sensitive enough to detect.

The Peryton signals had been popping up in the data for over a decade, presumably because astronomers taking their lunch breaks had been opening the break room microwave prematurely for the same reason cited by OP.

I imagine they must have a big sign reading "LET THE MICROWAVE FINISH BEFORE OPENING" hanging in the break room now.

TLDR: If you work in radio astronomy, let the microwave beep before opening it and removing your lunch.

(PS: I highly recommend reading the paper explaining the origin of Perytons, it's short and also pretty entertaining.)

[timolech]

Commission Round-Up! 8/?

Hua Cheng Fire Emblem GBA-styled Portrait for @mild-pepper-spray I still have slots open for commissions if anyone is interested and would like portraits for their OC's or anything at all! DM or see the pinned post for more details!

[theblackparadeisdead]

What's that poem about the cockroach and the moth where the cockroach is like "I wish I've ever wanted anything the way that moth wanted to burn itself up in that lantern" because we had to read that in high school and it still fucks me up to this day

[theblackparadeisdead]

Ok I found it it's called "the lesson of the moth by archy" and it's by Don Marquis

[play-now-my-lord]

archy and mehitabel are a treasure, newspaper columnist Don Marquis wrote a lot of these free-verse poems in character as a cockroach named archy (always lowercase because he's a cockroach and can't reach the shift key!!) who was using his typewriter & while it started out as a way of poking gentle fun at the avant-garde poetry of his time (the 1910s - startling how little "avant-garde poetry" has moved forward, isn't it) it evolved over time into some genuinely beautiful and moving poetry

[play-now-my-lord]

ALSO many of them have illustrations by Krazy Kat author George Herriman which are frankly iconic and adorable!!

[amazoogle]

completely lirious and ranged. absolutely lusional. not only mented but fective, too. engaging in praved behavior. a real generate

[vegaseatsass]

#this is how pete thinks about himself -@veliseraptor

[fleet-off]

hellllllo! i loved lapping at the edges. i have a question: are you ever going to write vegas bottoming to pete?

Thanks for the ask, and I’m glad you enjoyed the fic, anon!

Actually, most of the pairs I wrote pre-VP were vers in my work. We’re not often given explicit canon preferences, and sexual roles only hold as much meaning as the people involved feel they should, so why not play around with it?

With VP specifically, I feel it’s a little trickier, because I think Vegas would initially conflate topping with control/dominance/masculinity. I would guess he’s mostly bottomed to men who wanted to assert their power over him, and also as a manipulative show of trust/sincerity with guys like Tawan (“Kinn wouldn’t let you do this to him, would he?”). From that perspective, “submitting” to bottom is a debasement, and untangling that feeling from the kind of sex Vegas has with Pete will take work—and probably also some frustration along the way.

 (mini-idea for how that might look:)

He doesn’t tell Pete what he’s about to do, the first time. He ties him down, and blindfolds him, and feels slightly better for having done so. Pete is very confused when Vegas rolls the condom onto him. Vegas enjoys watching his face as he sinks down—the shock and uncertainty, the furrow of his brow. He likes shredding Pete’s expectations.

He doesn’t like the pleasure in the arch of Pete’s back. Doesn’t like the flush in his cheeks or the breathless oh on his lips. Subconsciously, Vegas doesn’t want it to be good. He wants to treat it as something Pete is owed, and then wants to treat it like something he’s taking from Pete instead of giving to him.

It makes him cruel about it. A hand on Pete’s throat when Pete tries to speak. Teeth digging into his tongue, nails leaving furrows at odd angles with the scars on his chest.

Pete gets off anyway. Pete gets off, bright and gasping, and raises his shoulders after to offer a cradling space for Vegas’s head, and Vegas—blinks hard, and stares down at him, and then can’t. Something inside him chokes. He stumbles off the bed—swipes uselessly at the lube on his thighs—mumbles that he needs a glass of water—shuts the door behind him.

He leans against the kitchen sink for several listless minutes, glaring down the drain. There is an emptiness in his chest where the shame would normally roost, and he thinks his lungs might collapse without it there to hold his shape.

When he returns to the bedroom, Pete has worked his way out of the ropes on his wrists. He is a curled-up stillness and a tension, face pale against the dark of the blindfold. Worry smeared across his mouth.

The emptiness in Vegas is where Pete is meant to fit, so Vegas goes to him—shoves his face into Pete’s stomach, arms snaking under his back, and tries to make it comforting instead of suffocating.

It was shitty to leave him here. Probably the whole thing was shitty, whether Pete liked fucking him or not; probably Pete is some kind of pissed off and he just hasn’t said it yet; probably Pete is searching for the words to address what a fuck-up Vegas is without setting him off. Pete chose not to follow him into the kitchen, so maybe that’s the signal and Vegas should have left.

Or maybe Pete let him choose to return.

Pete’s hand grips his nape tight. Slowly, they remember how to breathe.

[fleet-off]

The Magazine Quiz Conundrum (part 4)

The final entry, from a conversation with @lu-sn lu and @supernovasimplicity boots. part 1 | part 2 | part 3

While the compatibility quiz is bullshit, the answer patterns might be pointing at a bigger problem. Macau, being the world’s greatest philanthropist (read: just as nosy as all the Theerapanyakul boys), decides to play quiz arbiter for the next go-around

He quickly regrets this choice

“Right,” Macau says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Do you like it sweet or spicy?”

“Spicy,” Pete says at once

“He means during sex.”

“Oh.” Pete pauses. “Skip.”

“You can’t skip questions, you’ll invalidate the results,” says Vegas, perhaps a little tetchily

I thought these quizzes were supposed to be bullshit? Pete carefully doesn’t say aloud. “Spicy-sweet?” he tries, cringing preemptively

Macau groans. “That’s not even—fuck it, I’m putting spicy. Moving on—”

“You didn’t let him answer, what if this is what fucking fails us—”

A spirited round of bickering ensues. Pete is forced to surreptitiously sidebar to let Vegas know that if they can’t pick both, Macau didn’t pick wrong

(Vegas, who just stealthily picked sweet: 😐)

“What do you think sweet means?” Pete whisper-hisses

“It’s—” Vegas glances sidelong at his brother, who is busily pretending not to listen at the other end of the counter. “All the things you like after.”

“Isn’t that spicy too?”

“It’s aftercare, aftercare can’t be spicy—”

“That’s like saying the rest of it can’t be sweet—”

“You think it’s fucking sweet when I—”

“I can go,” Macau offers

“No you can’t, we haven’t finished the fucking quiz—”

Pete’s brain finally loses its grip on his exasperated mouth. “Didn’t you say these quizzes were bullshit anyway?!”

“And what the fuck does it say about us if even the bullshit fucking quiz knows we’re not supposed to be together?” Vegas bursts out

The silence that follows is deafening

Macau knows when to make a graceful exit and does so

Pete stares at Vegas, mouth forming shapes that cannot escape his throat as words, for a while

Vegas, who is beginning to feel stupid, sneers. “Well?”

“…You think a bullshit quiz your cousin picked gets any say in this? You think what he sees in you fits me better than what you are?”

Vegas knows full well that Pete’s right. It doesn’t improve his mood any. “We can’t agree on the simplest questions without lying,” he says. “What do you think that means?”

“We didn’t agree on the simplest questions because we were lying. And anyway—” Pete’s ears grow hot. “You like it…sweet…afterwards, too. Right?”

Vegas can’t deny this, not least because Pete saying it does actually work wonders on his mood

“Why’d you say spicy, then,” he says anyway, not unlike a jilted spouse or an especially wet cat

“Because that part’s good too.” Pete releases a long, hard breath—but once he accepts that he must say it, he says it like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “Vegas. All of it is good. Anything you do is good.”

It’s Vegas’s face that pinkens then, at the same time as his stomach lurches. “Not all of it.”

“It’s you. Isn’t that good enough?”

(They’re lucky Macau left the room, or he’d be gagging right about now)

Vegas frowns. “So what, you’ll just…choose whatever I choose, forever? Mold your preferences to mine?”

The way Vegas phrases this, it sounds like that would be a problem for him?

So Pete shuts down his instinctive yes and says, “We’ve molded each other, haven’t we? You own me. I go where you go.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Isn’t it?”

Vegas is his keeper. Vegas is the one who stripped him of his outsides and shaped his insides from their misshapenness. This is what Pete is—what they both are. If it does not fit glossy pages or clean answers…is it so wrong, to let it be?

The quiz sits abandoned on the kitchen counter, asking nobody in particular if they like their men strong or gentle

(They fuck at the counter. It is sweet and spicy and probably savory too, knowing them)

(Afterwards, they learn that magazine paper makes for a terrible come rag)

[veliseraptor]

Inside Out | Kinnporsche

Summary:

Pete and Vegas play around with drugs.

Notes:

Some clarification on the tags: the "nonconsensual consensual" and "dubious consent" refers to a situation where characters in an established relationship have discussed a possible scenario but not confirmed explicitly with each other, and a character goes ahead with the scenario anyway without informing the other party that he's doing so. There is also some oblique discussion of past date rape and non-consensual drugged sex/sexual assault. That being said: I had a lot of fun writing this! The title in my documents is "drug pete: the fic" which confused my beta ("shouldn't it be 'drugged pete?'") until I clarified that it was the imperative. My gratitude to said beta (@ameliarating) for editing. If you read this and go sickosmeme.jpg at it like I did, please let me know.

[eclecticopposition]

what is THE worst thing you've ever drank. all liquids acceptable. please tell me what it was, bonus points for why

[pointlesscandies]

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