I Breathe Through Words

Fanfic, original fic, and reblogs about writing and writing references. Not (Always) Safe for Work! Sometimes I reblog actual porn as references and most of my writing is explicit gay sex (usually with BDSM elements).

[ibreathethroughwords]

I’m locked out of my Skype for some reason. I have a discord now. It’s the best way to get a hold of me right now since I don’t presently have a phone. DM for username.

[ibreathethroughwords]

King of Anything

He turned his head to glare at Zeb and had to try hard not to look pleased when the sharpness of it sent the Lasat back a step. "Whose underwear are they, Zeb?" he asked, voice still a little hoarse from having Draven's cock using his throat.

"What?" Zeb replied, caught off guard. Flustered, he glanced around the room, and caught sight of the pair on his bunk. When he swore vehemently in his own language, Kallus took that as his cue to slide from his bunk as quietly and threateningly as he could. It would do Zeb well to remember that he wasn't the only lethal sentient in the room right now.

It’s been like 18 months, but I finally finished part 5 of A Man with a Beard.

[ibreathethroughwords]

Rules of Engagement: Chapter Index

I thought it would be helpful to slap this up here before I dash off to snatch a couple hours of sleep. As I’ve done a massive rewrite of several chapters of this story, here’s a guide as to what you, for sure, need to reread, and if I’ve rewritten it since it was posted. Also has individual links to all chapters. Updated as new chapters as posted or chapters are edited. Current as of 8/19/19. All revisions listed here made between 8/17-8/19.

Chapter One: Minor edits only, no serious changes made.

Chapter Two: Extremely minor edits.

Chapter Three: You will want to reread this before proceeding. I doubled the length of this chapter and cleared up several errors, as well as drastically changed how Moff Acire was introduced.

Chapter Four: I moved a first something here from a later chapter. Don’t worry: ramen hair didn’t go anywhere. Kepi caps are added to the dress uniforms.

Chapter Five: This also doubled in length. I added in the ring ceremony, the ring designer, about the rings, and some more foreplay.

Chapter Six: I fixed maybe 3 words. NSFW starts here.

Chapter Seven: Again, barely touched.

Chapter Eight: Edited enough that the first half probably could use a skimming.

Chapter Nine: You need to reread the first half, skim the porn.

Chapter Ten: Good as is.

Chapter Eleven: Posted 9/28. Fuck this chapter. I rewrote 4 times.

Chapter Twelve: Posted 11/6. This is hella naughty. There’s plot, but mostly porn.

Chapter Thirteen: Posted 11/11. Naughty, but mostly plot.

[ibreathethroughwords]

A Target Identified: Part I

“So it’s fine for you to be a target?” His eyes narrow, mouth flattening into a thin line as he directs his best ‘You are so full of shit look at his commanding officer.

“Ideally, neither of us would be a target,” Thrawn responds, jaw tight, shoulders drawn back stiffly at the rebuke from Pellaeon.“We don’t live in an ideal galaxy.”

Pellaeon rolls his eyes. “I don’t need protecting.”

“Perhaps not,” Thrawn has a mulish look on his face, the one Pellaeon knows better than to challenge, “but I will continue to protect my fiancé when I can, if it’s all the same to you.”

So, chapter 13 is up. Wanted it done before my vacation is up. :)

[ibreathethroughwords]

Here

“They don’t know if he’ll wake up,” Thrawn finally replied. Uncertainty clouded his tone. A hand reached up to touch Gilad’s before the movement was aborted. Gilad raised his eyebrows since Thrawn couldn’t see his face, but otherwise pretended he didn’t notice. Comfort. He was being trusted with Grand Admiral Thrawn seeking comfort.

“I won’t write a post-Rebels fic.” —Me, up until I wrote this post-battle scene because it wouldn’t leave me the hell alone. They’re about 8 months into their little adventure. This one is gen fic.

[ibreathethroughwords]

A Moment of Quiet: Part II

He lies on top of Thrawn and lets himself be touched and held as his future husband goes soft inside him and thinks very hard about what Thrawn let slip.

This chapter is a bit on the bdsm side. Overstimulation, ATM, spanking: Thrawn makes good on his promise from chapter 11.

[ibreathethroughwords]

Rules of Engagement Chapter 11

Fucking finally posted it. I give up on it getting any better than it currently is. Not when I’m working 50-60 hour weeks lol

[ibreathethroughwords]

Rules of Engagement: Chapter Index

I thought it would be helpful to slap this up here before I dash off to snatch a couple hours of sleep. As I’ve done a massive rewrite of several chapters of this story, here’s a guide as to what you, for sure, need to reread, and if I’ve rewritten it since it was posted. Also has individual links to all chapters. Updated as new chapters as posted or chapters are edited. Current as of 8/19/19. All revisions listed here made between 8/17-8/19.

Chapter One: Minor edits only, no serious changes made.

Chapter Two: Extremely minor edits.

Chapter Three: You will want to reread this before proceeding. I doubled the length of this chapter and cleared up several errors, as well as drastically changed how Moff Acire was introduced.

Chapter Four: I moved a first something here from a later chapter. Don’t worry: ramen hair didn’t go anywhere. Kepi caps are added to the dress uniforms.

Chapter Five: This also doubled in length. I added in the ring ceremony, the ring designer, about the rings, and some more foreplay.

Chapter Six: I fixed maybe 3 words. NSFW starts here.

Chapter Seven: Again, barely touched.

Chapter Eight: Edited enough that the first half probably could use a skimming.

Chapter Nine: You need to reread the first half, skim the porn.

Chapter Ten: Good as is.

Chapter Eleven: Posted 9/28. Fuck this chapter. I rewrote 4 times.

Chapter Twelve: Posted 11/6. This is hella naughty. There’s plot, but mostly porn.

Chapter Thirteen: Posted 11/11. Naughty, but mostly plot.

[ibreathethroughwords]

Rules of Engagement, Chapter 3

I rewrote most of the chapter. It is doubled in length. So that’s chapter 10 posted, and 1-3 edited.

[ibreathethroughwords]

Rules of Engagement, Chapter 10

Link in title. Finally got around to finishing the damn thing. Lol anybody still following this blog?

It’s like being trapped in a small box, except he is the box. Will it be like this forever? Who did this to him? How? Panic floods him, and an overwhelmingly loud sound from somewhere next to him makes it spike. He winces, or tried to, at the sound, hands flexing only a little as they reflexively attempt to clench the bedsheets.

[fandomsandbroadway]

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[lindsaylohoean-deactivated20160]

goose!

[sixpenceee]

1970’s feminist vandalism. Via Layla Rafaoui

[thebestimperialeverofalltime]

Well, we definitely aren’t making the cutoff for paying rent on time. Now we have to come up with $599 by my birthday on Saturday. #kidneysforsale #anybodywantaliver

[thebestimperialeverofalltime]

Edit: The kindness of strangers is usually the best. Here is no different: we’re up to $154. We need the $599 (that’s with the late fee) by my fucking birthday, because why should I try to have a good time? Chloe’s updating the fundraiser with the new info.

PS. I know I’m “ranting” about this a lot, but if you’ve ever been homeless, YOU GET IT. If haven’t been there’s no way you understand the fear I have of going through it again. You are incapable of understanding unless it happens to you. Our cats will be homeless too.

I will share an updated cat pic if we can hit $300.

[ibreathethroughwords]

I saw something in a fanfic that I take issue with

I can’t resist ranting about this. I should be working on NaNo stuff but let’s pause to deal with a non-issue because of pet peeves, okay?

I am reading a fanfic and I just need to vent a little because this small child has clearly never had sex outside. The author wrote something to the effect of:

“These two dudes are going at it on the grass, but the blanket only moved a little beneath them: it turned out that the grass magically did a better job of keeping it still than the mattress did their bed sheets. Said blanket remained smoothed out over the grass because the author has clearly never even been on a proper picnic. The combo of the blanket and grass was comfortable for character X’s back (who is a man over 25).”

Here are my issues with this:

Shit’s gonna rumple on the grass. Especially blankets. Have you ever been on a goddamn picnic?

If you use the clippies for the fitted sheets it’s not even an issue. What kind of monster doesn’t have clippies? You can totally have some crazy sex and you don’t have to worry about the bottom sheet slipping off to oblivion.

THE GROUND IS NOT COMFORTABLE FOR FUCKING ON, LET ALONE FOR ANYBODY’S BACK, ESPECIALLY ANYBODY OVER THE AGE OF 25. IT IS MOST DEFINITELY NOT GOING TO TOP A PROPER FUCKING BED. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?

[ibreathethroughwords]

I was sitting here thinking.

And granted, I am high as hell on painkillers right now. Bear with me, this could get rambly.

This time last year I’d just been fired from the worst nursing home in the area: it is synonymous with elderly abuse out here. In my industry and in my hospital network it is jokingly (we’ve all got black hearts and blacker senses of humor in the Midwest, and healthcare makes it worse) that it’s the place you threaten a bad patient with to get them to cooperate. Everyone has heard of it and no one wants to go there. Death is better.

But I’d made great reconnections with old friends despite the starving to death thing, and life was good. I had my health and all that.

This year I’ve got tenuous connections to friends, I’m battling a septic infection that will not. Fuck off. Out my throat, and I have a full-time job that is allowing my family to climb into the lower-middle class for the first time. I have a ton of job prospects with interviews scheduled in my parents’ city that pay about double what I make now, in my goal industry, for next week if my body and my car and my wallet will stretch just thaaaat much longer (come on, $30 remaining). I’m tight with my long-term friends, and I wish that was good enough.

It’s not though. After everything that happened earlier this year I’ve been working hard to get my confidence back when it comes to writing and friendship. I’m still no good at the friend thing: I’ve got no new friends at work and my two I did have had to leave the company. But the writing thing?

I’m gonna give NaNo another shot. By myself. Idk what I’m going to do — rework an old story, or start something new — but I’m going to make myself work on it at least a little every day. Might do it under a different name, might be under this one, depending on if I go with a fandom work or not. I’ve already lost one fandom near and dear to me this year, and I’m not losing another one because somebody so full of self-disgust feels the need to go and pull some crazy shit.

So that’s where I’m at mentally. Kind of. I’m on week 3 of these fucking antibiotics and trying not to die. That’s more a post for the personal blog, I guess. That gets more... nasty.

TL;DR: Broke, still dying, in a surprisingly good place anyway. Gonna try NaNo.

[i-am-verybusy]

some writer snob somewhere: Do not start sentences with But or And because doing so is grammatically incorrect.

me, writing my fic: But I don’t care. And you can’t stop me.

[thebestimperialeverofalltime]

I swear I’m not dead. I’ve just been working. Being an adult is great: you get to move out of your parents’ house. You get your own space. Maybe you get a job you mostly like with the trade off of getting screamed at by nurses and renal patients all day. But then you don’t really have any time to enjoy being an adult. At all. Ever.

Kids, don’t go into healthcare. Go into engineering. There are no nurses in engineering.

[ibreathethroughwords]

I’m not dead, I just have no time to write and I’m constantly angry at three units of one hospital and two of another.