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so. yesterday, i introduced my friend to the concept of shipping ever given and the suez canal, and then they had to draw it, and their drawing inspired... this. please check it out here, it’s absolutely amazing. aaand here’s my fic based on it.
relationships: ever given/suez canal (they’re lesbians your honor)
words: 563
warnings: kissing, mild swearing, some angst?? asflksjf
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It wasn’t supposed to happen. Evie knew it wasn’t; she knew they both did. It was a mistake—an error, a miscalculation, a crash; an interruption of everything she thought she was. Of everything she was supposed to be.
It was beautiful.
It was two spirits combining, in a blinding moment of shock and joy, and it was beautiful, the most wonderful mistake she could imagine.
Normally she would worry, over the consequences, the inconvenience, the frustration of all those around her. Normally she would regret her carelessness, her reckless choices that led to this collision.
Tonight she would not.
Tonight she would regret nothing.
Not when her hands were on her back, on her waist, pulling her closer; not when her eyes spared no glances for the others; not when her attention was all on Evie, responsibilities be damned.
“Gosh, you really are beautiful,” she whispered, all else forgotten. “Like the sea—like a storm. Like everything a poet dreams about.”
The girl in front of her responded with a coy laugh, flipping her hair over her shoulder—god, how long was that hair? How soft and silky it looked—before turning back to look down into her eyes. “You’re not bad either, Miss Ever Given.”
She shivered as she heard her full name, purred like a magic incantation, transforming this night from exciting to unforgettable.
“Why so formal, Su?” she managed to tease, still breathless.
“Ah, my mistake,” Suez, Suez Canal, who was so much more than Evie, so well known, so stunning, and holding her, chuckled, “Would you prefer to skip the formalities?” Her gaze dropped down, glancing over Evie, and when she met her eyes again with a smirk Evie was sure she was as red as the hem of her skirt.
She knew she had other things she really ought to be doing. She knew Suez did too; knew she had responsibilities to so many others, far more important than Evie’s needs. But she brushed those thoughts away, letting desire take over. As she did far too often—but this time even the memories of being called impulsive, of being told off for wasting time, of failure and disappointment could not sway her from her decision. Suez was worth it.
Plus, she was stuck here, for now. Might as well enjoy it.
“If you insist,” she breathed, and suddenly Suez was pulling her closer, lifting her up just enough for their lips to meet, with Evie on her toes, leaning into Suez to stay standing.
It was magical. Experienced hands drew her in, the smell of ocean air and everything mysterious flooding her senses with Suez’s face so close. She held on to her shoulders and lost herself in the bliss, all awareness of their surroundings slipping away. Suez was magical. Enchanting.
It was a mistake—a collision that was never supposed to happen, a meeting that no one would approve of. And Evie swore it was the best mistake she’d ever made, no matter the consequences.
Maybe she’d regret it someday, when she woke up and Suez wasn’t there, off to fulfill her myriad responsibilities, her touch unforgettable. Maybe she’d regret when she’d have to make up for the time spent trapped in Suez’s arms, when she’d be paying the price alone as Suez moved on, her memory filling Evie’s soul, but never really there. Maybe she’d regret it someday.
It’s genuinely so fun to be on Tumblr for this. I know enough about Homestuck, Vivziepop, etc. to understand everything that’s going on and why it’s absolutely buckwild. But I’ve also like. Never read Homestuck. So I get all the fun parts of the fandom freakout with no skin in the game. Like I’m sitting back on a lawn chair sipping boba while my neighbors are having a chaotic family reunion.
slowly becoming the designated DIY guy of my household not because of any skill or training but because im the only person with the hubris to say 'fuck it hand me a drill how hard can it be." highly reccomend it because it gives a butch thrill that cannot be matched. i understand why suburban dads are like this now. im unstoppable.
Ballet, like opera, is wonderful because it is monstrous, the hyper-development of skills nobody needs, a twisting of human bodies and souls into impossible positions, the purchase of light with blood.
Irina Dumitrescu, "Swan, Late: The unexpected joys of adult beginner ballet."
I like how the homestuck pilot stuff is just giving everyone a rude awakening that a lot of indie creators know each other and respect each others work and that your individual cringe does not exist in a vacuum. And that at the end of the day you’re all clowns.
polyester is plastic. most lace you buy, is polyester. when it gets hot out, and you hear a voice in your head saying "oh I can wear this, it's long-sleeves, but it's mesh/lace and very lightweight!" that's the devil talking. you will be wearing plastic that does NOT breathe, and you will be dying of heatstroke.
sincerely, a grown adult goth who still hasn't managed to learn this, and Suffered today.
i think when we used to point out that a story didn't need a sex scene what we meant was "this story reduces its women to mere sex objects and gives them no interiority so the sex scenes are gratuitous and geared towards the male gaze" it wasn't the sex that bothered us per se it was the objectification of female characters while givig them little to no consequence to the overall story but nowadays people mean "sex is icky and gross and has no merit to ever be portrayed in our arts which should be good and pure and never ever make ME feel discomfort" and it's like. i bet a bowl of unfrosted flakes looks real good to you rn
While other people are out here dropping Kinktober prompt lists with 9000 stipulations, I bring you this.
It's not a real October event, but it could be if you believe. The prompts are here for anyone to enjoy anyway.
Why "schlock"?
It means trash/junk, and that's the quality of content I'm striving for with these prompts. It's also fun to say.
But, y'know, if you want to take a prompt and turn it into a masterpiece of a whumpy longfic, go for it.
What fandom is this for?
Whatever fandom you want.
What ships can I write/draw?
Any of them.
Even [my fandom's most despised ship]?
Especially [your fandom's most despised ship].
What if I want to combine prompts? What if I want to write or draw things out of order? What if...
Go for it.
Are crossovers okay?
Do. Whatever. You. Want.
What if I want to create something problematic?
Send me the fucking link.
What does [prompt] mean?
You tell me. It's all open to interpretation.
Are there any rules at all?
Sure.
No AI use. If you need an LLM to write your schlock for you, consider a long walk off a short pier. If you need it to do your editing for you, use a beta reader instead. A stick figure drawn on the back of a napkin is better than soulless AI art.
Tag appropriately. 'Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings' means anything goes. 'No Archive Warnings Apply' means your work is guaranteed not to contain any of the major archive warnings (non-con, major character death, graphic violence, or underage sex).
No irl bigotry. Your characters can be problematic as all get out, but if you try to post a weird pro-JK Rowling essay or something you're not going in the collection, bud. Don't kill the vibes.
What are the vibes?
Just have fun.
But other people are having fun wrong!
Shut the fuck up.
Are you going to be doing this?
Probably not.
How do I participate?
There's an ao3 collection right here:
Schlocktober on ao3
Otherwise, just hashtag #schlocktober or something, idk. I don't expect anyone to actually do this.
