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[midwrites]

for the prompt sets of three ⁶⁾ a fresh buzzcut, pink bubblegum and rolling tobacco, mcdiarmid/fraser? ❤️

“You look good.”

Bill shakes his head, fails to not to turn his neck in an effort to hide from Jock’s attentive gaze.

“Should get your hair shorn more often,” he insists, something equally hungry shining behind his sunglasses.

“It was necessary,” Bill deflects, “For the heat.”

There is little to no distance between them, the pink bubble-gum Jock’s been chewing peeking in between two sets of blunt pearly teeth. Teeth that had been pressed against his neck two nights ago, teeth that had been hungry to mark, to search for a pulse. Bill cannot keep himself from looking at them, the same way he cannot keep himself from staring at Jock’s fingers, watching him roll a cigarette he will carefully place behind his ear and not smoke until things are done between them, at least for the day. He has never tasted tobacco on his tongue, there is always mint on top, or strawberry, or whatever drink they’ve shared before Jock was three fingers deep inside his cunt, kissing him as if there was no tomorrow. Which, in Bill’s defence, has only happened twice—thrice if he allows today to go on like this, which he won’t.

“Are you still up for tonight?”

Tonight means grabbing something to eat at the pub Jock keeps yapping about every time they hang out. Tonight means that once he is behind Jock riding that, frankly, quite intimidating looking bike, all bets will be off—and he could find himself getting lost to another bubble-gum flavoured kiss.

Bill nods. He’s never been one to waste other people’s time.

“Promise it’ll be worth it,” Jock says, making Bill wonder if he is capable of reading his mind.

When Jock hands him a helmet his head snaps back up, eyeing Jock warily before he inspects it up close. It looks new, practical, still smells like how new cars do when you or your wet dog have barely had the chance to step into them. Jock is looking at him when he looks back up, something giddy in his posture, his smile unrelenting.

“Thank you,” Bill says, he could probably offer more but it would feel insincere, unlike him, and something tells him Jock would know.

He gets a self-satisfied smirk for his trouble, one of Jock’s big hands patting the bike with a fondness that borders on the sexual. An invitation then, one last time for him to say no. “Promised I would take care of you,” is all Jock offers before he puts on his own helmet, visor up, hopping on top of the vehicle without any more fanfare.

Bill stares back to their flat, to the sunny suburban street where not even the neighbours will see him leave with this man, and without second guessing himself any longer, he hops behind Jock and holds onto his waist just as the engine comes to life.

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ prompt sets of three 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

write a piece featuring - in any capacity you can think of - all three things depicted in the given prompt!

¹⁾ a polka-dot bikini, a throw blanket and a pint glass

²⁾ a sliotar, a flat tire and a thunderstorm

³⁾ a teakettle, a fresh bruise and rosewater

⁴⁾ a chipped enamel bathtub, a blue sweater and basil leaves

⁵⁾ howling gale winds, an inflatable paddling pool and an oil lamp

⁶⁾ a fresh buzzcut, pink bubblegum and rolling tobacco

⁷⁾ gas station bandaids, a cellophane-wrapped bouquet and muddy footprints

⁸⁾ a lipstick print, skinned knees and stained-glass windows

⁹⁾ a busted streetlight, green olives and a teak countertop

¹⁰⁾ gun oil, red lace and an old armchair

¹¹⁾ a fresh tattoo, a sacristy, and guilt

¹²⁾ a corner booth, sweet patchouli and a wallet

¹³⁾ donuts, orange juice and a jail cell

¹⁴⁾ a cold red bull, shaking hands and broken traffic lights

¹⁵⁾ new graves, a busted headlight and silver rings

¹⁶⁾ handcuffs, brightly coloured building blocks and fir trees

¹⁷⁾ a shortwave radio, takeout containers and a bare lightbulb

¹⁸⁾ broken windows, waist-high grasses and lit matches

¹⁹⁾ orange segments, divorce papers and a front porch

²⁰⁾ horror movies, steaming showers and cold bedsheets

²¹⁾ brazilian lemonade, a split lip and daisy chains

²²⁾ a red convertible, a priest’s collar and dogtags

²³⁾ a corner office, parking tickets and greyhound races

²⁴⁾ bitten lips, army fatigues, and coca-cola

²⁵⁾ old wives’ tales, creaky stairs and cherry lipgloss

²⁶⁾ smooth whiskey, greying hair and warm hands

²⁷⁾ hospital food, full moons and a reconciliation

²⁸⁾ exes, candy wrappers and a twin bed

²⁹⁾ a rural motel, a pocket knife and iodine

³⁰⁾ a dirty martini, a dressing gown and blood under fingernails

³¹⁾ slept-in braids, a lamplit office and an explosion

³²⁾ blueberry pancakes, a restraining order and the taste of rum off someone’s lips

³³⁾ farmers’ market peaches, burnt coffee and houseplants

³⁴⁾ a late text, faded jeans and lightning strikes

³⁶⁾ desert air, zinnias and chocolates

³⁷⁾ an old truck, freshly turned earth and a tv dinner

³⁸⁾ wedding rings, wildfire and wrought iron gates

³⁹⁾ a hostage situation, evergreen trees and a pierced tongue

⁴⁰⁾ unripe strawberries, bitter wine and a kitchen table

⁴¹⁾ a head laid down in a lap, green tea and a break news announcement

⁴²⁾ a fire alarm, a flower-patterened apron and an ajar kitchen window

⁴³⁾ a jar of jam, two shots of vodka and a stack of car manuals

⁴⁴⁾ techno music at 4am, knitted jumpers and a broken watch

⁴⁵⁾ a green silk scarf, a pan of burnt food and the trunk of a car

⁴⁶⁾ bound hands, a crescent moon and laughter

⁴⁷⁾ a winter coat, a heatwave and fresh mangos

⁴⁸⁾ a thrift store sofa, a highrise apartment building and creaking floorboards

⁴⁹⁾ missing teeth, a house half covered in ivy and cheap beer

⁵⁰⁾ undeveloped camera film, stomach kisses and cigarette smoke

[homoerotisch]

why has anyone bothered to write a kissing scene after annie proulx wrote this in 1997

[midwrites]

Hello! I am so sorry to bother you, and please do not feel at all obligated to respond or pressured to do anything because of the nature of my query. Fully understand sometimes people just fall out of certain fandoms, become less interested, life gets busy, etc. I was, however, wondering if you planned on continuing of damn you wife or what makes a (good) man? I have been a lurker in the Terror fandom for the past 2 years and those are both phenomenal works. Fully understand if not! Thank you!

Hi!! Please, do not apologise for sending an ask ever!!

The simple answer to this would be: yes, I do plan on continuing both of those fics, I do not consider any of my fics abandoned unless I have marked them as such or said it so in their notes.

The longer and far more complicated answer is: yes, but I do not know when that will be. 2024 was a truly horrible year for me, mentally and emotionally. A hellish job situation spiralled beyond my control for four months and left me completely drained, creatively and academically, to the point of having considered abandoning my PhD dissertation and darker personal stuff I won’t get to here. It was during this period of time that I last updated damn your wife, and while it received a lot of love in the months after I did, the response at the moment was pretty lacklustre, which combined with my depression and general lack of motivation left me deeply disappointed and convinced that I wouldn’t ever be able to write again. This of course did pass, even if during the coming months I had a pervasive feeling of having to finish my WIPs instead on focusing on other stuff that would make me write at the time. This sent me on a different spiral which, frankly, kept me from writing much of anything during most of that year. In 2025 I tried to escape from that mentality and work on stuff that actually made me write, but it took me some time to heal and get back to writing as I did during 2022 and 2023.

All this to say, both fics are fully outlined, and both have their following chapters already on the works, with what makes a (good) man having over 4k of its next chapter written and damn your wife around 2k words of its final chapter. To be completely honest with you, these are both stories that are very dear to me and that I want to finish, but I also don’t know when it will get to them. As an AUDHD individual it is very hard to control what I like doing for fun, and forcing myself to work on stuff that I am not fully motivated to work on when I am doing this because I love to write and stories, could be a recipe for me to end up hating these fics, which is the last thing I want. I have been thinking a lot about damn your wife lately and how proud I still am of it, so I wouldn’t discount this summer as finally being the time when I sit down with my past notes and manuscript and get to work on Chapter 4, Winter, again.

Regardless of whether you find this response hopeful or dispiriting, I wanted to finish by thanking you as profusely as I can for your love of these stories. Terror fandom is very dear to me, and I consider both damn your wife and the until the ice begins to thaw-verse some of my proudest creative achievements. To know that they still resonate with people and that there are readers waiting for them to be finished means the world to me, and I really don’t think I could ever express how much indeed.

Anyways, thank you for reading through all this, thank you for your kind words, and I hope that regardless of if through a new update or through newer works I can capture this kind of love for my projects again!! Take care!!

[midwrites]

After the boat and the landing however, finding Bill alone in a corner of the nave is the most sacrilegious of blessings, caging his long tense body there, fitting one of his knees in between his thighs and whispering sweet nothings into his ear, hands grasping for sharp hipbones and sharper jutting vertebrae. Tight lipped kisses had come in kind, lips pressed against lips that had soon turned into teeth clattering and making Jock growl, doing a terrible job at not biting and kissing every inch of Bill on sight. He had sucked his cock then and there, made this boy who was all skin and bones shiver and whimper, all that composure melting under Jock’s mouth. Those saintly lips of his barely able to hold down his moans as he spent in front of a dolorous wooden Jesus, all over Jock’s face, moustache dripping with thick salty spend, his Captain’s fingers digging deep into his skull.

From Buckle, by Midna_Ronoa (Me!!)

Art by @getsloud

Recently commissioned art for this fic from the most wonderful R!! It has been a pleasure working with him and I cannot think of a better artist to capture the likeness of characters that are so very close to my heart. (You want to commission him SO baaaad)

Infinite thanks, R, for your amazing work, I can't wait to be able to act as a renaissance nobleman patron for you again!

[midwrites]

After the boat and the landing however, finding Bill alone in a corner of the nave is the most sacrilegious of blessings, caging his long tense body there, fitting one of his knees in between his thighs and whispering sweet nothings into his ear, hands grasping for sharp hipbones and sharper jutting vertebrae. Tight lipped kisses had come in kind, lips pressed against lips that had soon turned into teeth clattering and making Jock growl, doing a terrible job at not biting and kissing every inch of Bill on sight. He had sucked his cock then and there, made this boy who was all skin and bones shiver and whimper, all that composure melting under Jock’s mouth. Those saintly lips of his barely able to hold down his moans as he spent in front of a dolorous wooden Jesus, all over Jock’s face, moustache dripping with thick salty spend, his Captain’s fingers digging deep into his skull.

From Buckle, by Midna_Ronoa (Me!!)

Art by @getsloud

Recently commissioned art for this fic from the most wonderful R!! It has been a pleasure working with him and I cannot think of a better artist to capture the likeness of characters that are so very close to my heart. (You want to commission him SO baaaad)

Infinite thanks, R, for your amazing work, I can't wait to be able to act as a renaissance nobleman patron for you again!

[vee-dmsr]

[helmet-noob]

i was doomscrolling ship dynamics on Pinterest and suddenly thought of one i've loved for ages but I don't know if it has a name

PLEASE tell me you guys see the vision

[midwrites]

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

High Tide (5881 words) by Midna_Ronoa Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SAS: Rogue Heroes (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bill Fraser/Jock McDiarmid, Bill Fraser & Eoin McGonigal Characters: Bill Fraser (SAS: Rogue Heroes), Jock McDiarmid, Eoin McGonigal Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, even if Bill Fraser doesn't think so!!, Haunting, Ghosts, Maritime horror, Trans Male Character, Internalized Transphobia, don't even know how to tag when it's a modern AU but they are in Shetland, and as we all know Shetland is haunted, Grief/Mourning, References to Depression Summary: Another song starts. Some rendition of Will Ye Go Lassie Go that makes more than one couple at the pub get together, strangers who are on their second to third pint finally having the liquid courage to get close to the warm body they have been eyeing all night. It softens Bill, infinitesimally so, or it might be the fondness Jock irradiates. “I’d take you out for a dance if I didn’t know better,” Jock speaks softly, something fond in his features that makes Bill want to run. “You could try,” Bill mutters, “And get a kick for all your trouble.” “Ach, but isn’t that half the fun?” Bill has a fishing boat he inherited from his father, very little money for the winter, and a growing headache in the shape of an ocassional fling he doesn't feel inclined to call a boyfriend. He might also have inadvertently acquired a ghost for the season.

[izel-scribbles]

first rule of being a rare pair shipper is find a freak or three who can be convinced to enjoy the rare pair as much as you do. second rule is feed each other's insanity

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts

[yogi-bogey-box]

this is a common phenomenon. the better you get, the more you recognize flaws. the good thing is you can strive to get better. but the bad thing is that you see nothing but flaws. you are actually getting better, but your editing/critical brain is getting tuned up and can see more things to improve. someone post the graph, I can't find it

[yogi-bogey-box]

nvm I found it myself:

"art" can mean any creative endeavor and it definitely applies to writing.

[thetrekkiehasthephonebox]

the best fanfic is the one the author had fun writing actually.

[thetrekkiehasthephonebox]

the second best is the one the author used to work through some issues.

[mikkeneko]

the third best is the one the author wrote out of spite due to some really dogshit discourse going on in their fandom

[midwrites]

Will you write more about Sihtric? There’s just not enough fanfics about him!

For sure!!

I am currently working on finishing the final chapter of Boneyard Devotional (as expected, April was extremely busy+my computer broke down in March, so everything was delayed further), but once I'm done I do have a modern AU Finan/Sihtric one-shot I would like to continue working on (even if I have no idea of when it'll be done).

With TLK being a small fandom nowadays I'm really thankful for all the love my work has gotten, no matter how small, and with how much I love the show I will for sure sit down to write more stuff for it!!

[flowersandfashion]

I'm Your Man, Mitski /// “you said the lambs were ready,” come the slumberless to the land of nod, Traci Brimhall /// I WILL BE GOOD AS LONG AS YOU WANT ME, @thegirlhoodtheory /// 'the reciprocity of the attack dog and the hand that holds the short leash' (edited), @brutaliakhoa /// Moon Song, Phoebe Bridgers /// Still Life Based on Hunting (detail), c. 1665-1701, David De Koninck /// It Will Come Back, Hozier /// "you’ve always been more of a dog person," @tdaspoetry

[friendlyneighborhoodevilvillain]

A collection of 500+ four leaf clovers

[midwrites]

Tag 9 people you want to know better

Thanking @eiriniko who tagged me in this forever ago, but I have been computerless and flying from one family emergency to another, so I haven't had the time for it

Reading

Between Two Fires by Christopher Buehlman and having an absolute blast of a time with it. I am also reading Fire and Blood by George R.R. Martin which is the last of his Westeros related books I have to read and I have been putting off for ages, but AKOTSK and a recent ASOIAF re-read got the hype back in me.

Last series I watched

I recently did a full Interview With the Vampire rewatch for a talk on the myth of the vampire on the 2020's I am going to be giving next week. As for first watches, I have been slowly making my way through From and recently finished True Detective: Night Country.

Last Film

The Beast (La Béte), very likely one of the best things I will watch this year.

Last Song

"My moon my man" by Feist

Sweet or salty

[Insert Both? Both!! Road to El Dorado .gif)

Tea or coffee

I drink more tea in general but I do love me some coffee, especially when the weather is colder.

Working on

Currently trying to finish my big The Last Kingdom fic (Gothicifc) before my week and a half Easter break is over! I have also been working on an A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms longfic that has taken over my life on the side, which if everything goes according to plan, you shall know more about before April is over.

Tagging @noeavoiding @rosemaryandbrine @moghraidhs @redxluna @maedhrus @bobparkhurst @selfconsciousfangirl @vikingfunerals @islandoforder and anyone else who wants to give this a shot