#i don't write

[v2rubicon]

thinking about getting eaten by a supercomputer or something but instead of it having a stomach you're just completely entangled in it's wires kinda like this

it would be pretty dark unless there's a few LEDs in there, and all you'd be able to hear would be the faint buzzing and whirring of the machine you're currently trapped in. the cables may tighten their grasp on you every once in a while, as if trying to hold you even closer.

[ro-tv]

reading your own fic is wild cause like. this is the most beautiful piece of shit i've ever read.

[nikiwordsrway2lng]

Dimitri stood next to Felix, waiting for the train. It started to get cold, something Dimitri wouldn't think would happen. The breeze hit Dimitri and he shivered. Felix looked over at Dimitri. His blue eyes look into Dimitri's brown ones. "Did you not bring a jacket?.." Felix asked, a small smile appearing on his face. "No, I didn't think it would start to get cold outside..." Dimitri mumbled as a response.

"Geez, do you not read the newspaper?"

"That thing is always wrong!"

"Like you, most days"

Dimitri glared at Felix for his teasing. Did Felix seriously believe that him suffering in the cold was funny? Dimitri rolled his eyes and looked away from Felix. Dimitri crossed his arms, trying to provide himself some warmth, as another breeze hit him.

Felix softly chuckled as he witnessed Dimitri's behavior. Felix took off his own coat and put his warm jacket on Dimitri. Felix smiles as Dimitri blushes and looks at Felix with wide eyes. "What?..." Dimitri asked. "You said you were cold. Did you not?" Felix nonchalantly replies.

Dimitri wanted to glare at Felix, but couldn't bring himself too. "I never said I was cold...." Dimitri mummers. "Well it sure did look like it. You really need to start being more aware of things, Dimitri." Felix scolded. "Felix, I don't need your jack-" Before Dimitri could finish, Felix had already put his hand on the Russian's mouth, silencing him.

"Hush! You do need a jacket. I don't want you freezing on me." Felix says as he removes his hand from Dimitri's mouth. Dimitri nodded and stepped closer to Felix until they were standing shoulder to shoulder. Dimitri lays his head on Felix's shoulder and closes his eyes. "Thank you..." he says softly. "Anytime" Felix responds.

@shortcakekisser it's not Dimiti x worm (inside joke) heh!!!!!

[locallycitrus]

“So, are you free this weekend?” 

“What?”

The earth felt like it froze for a solid minute when the question was asked, Prax staring at the lively mutant hybrid as he held the five dollar bill in his hand, mid air, about to hand it to the other.

“This weekend- are you free? There's a festival happening and..” the sound faded quickly from Prax’s ears as he struggled to process what was happening. Was he being asked out? Right now? Just as it had bought some stupid ocean themed snack that he didn’t even want? Why was he buying these? Why had its body walked to the snack shop absentmindedly knowing Sonny was going to be here?

Realizing he was staring like an idiot, and needing to reply, he spoke. “Oh uh- no I’m not. Actually.” Prax managed to stammer out as he allowed his hearing to set back in. Sonny seemed to take that rejection in stride, nodding with a toothy grin. “Okay what about next week?” Maybe Sonny was just oblivious to Prax’s attempts to get away from the idea of meeting Sonny somewhere, or maybe he sensed Prax’s desire to actually go. Either way, Prax was stuck in disbelief as he furrowed his brows. “Look I don’t do dates or anything.” 

Sonny seemed taken aback, quick to put his hands up as a small defense. “Woah woah! I didn’t say a date!” the turtle-shark chuckled “I just think you’re cool! I wanna hang out, be buds or somethin’.” The clarification was a surprise- a welcome one, but a surprise nonetheless. Even with the slight embarrassment for assuming so fast. “Oh..” Prax muttered, Sonny’s hand taking the, still in mid air, bill from Prax’s and handed over the snack it purchased.  The turtle took it in its hand, glancing down at the stupid food mascot on the packaging. 

“Maybe.. Next saturday?

[disturbedsailor]

Incredibly pleased with the disco elysium fic unraveling itself in my notes app

[whump-adjacent]

Rando Obikin birth🚿

Squick warning: omegaverse birth~

Obi-Wan followed the healer into the birthing wing, his nerves making it impossible to keep a normal distance behind her.

Anakin's aching force signature told Obi-Wan they were nearing his room, and as it grew stronger so too did the sound of desperate, hoarse moans coming from up ahead. No point asking whose they were, Obi-Wan scowled at himself. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, it felt deeply unnerving to know his mate was in so much pain, but even worse to know he hadn't been there supporting him for so much of it.

The healer finally turned towards a door. 

"This is his suite" she stuttered slightly as Obi-Wan almost stepped on her toes with impatience.

Entering cautiously, she made herself known to the other healers, who clocked Obi-Wan and quickly gestured him over. The room was dimly lit and heavily scented, and it took him a moment to realise the scent was coming from Anakin. His omega birth scent was sweet and comforting - like the aroma of food at a family gathering, or warm breakfast when it's still dark outside. Obi-Wan knew it was normal for omegas to scent just before giving birth in order to create a welcoming space for their child, but he realised with shame that Anakin's body must have gone into overdrive in the absence of his mate.

Upon entry, he had assumed Anakin would be on the bed. But now he realised the bed was empty, although it showed signs of recent activity; the sheets were messily pulled back and there were pillows strewn across the mattress.

The healer who'd beckoned him over lead him on to what must have been the fresher room, which he now saw was the hub of activity. Another low, animal-like moan sounded from ahead and spurred him forward, the healers quickly making space for him in the smaller room. 

At last he saw Anakin, appearing in a state more vulnerable than he ever thought he’d see him - his fearless, powerful, war-hero mate. It took his breath away. Anakin was standing in the shower, leaning heavily against the wall, completely naked as warm water ran down his back. He launched into another desperate groan and arched his neck back as though trying to escape his body. Obi-Wan glimpsed the pure exhaustion on his face and his chest tightened further with guilt. 

"Good, very good Anakin" said one of the closest healers, who was pressing both hands against Anakin's lower back the same way you might hold shut a bursting door. Then she continued with pointed cheeriness "Anakin - your mate is here".

Anakin must have been so engulfed in the pain that he hadn't even registered Obi-Wan's force signature. His head snapped around instantly at the mention of his mate.

When their eyes locked, Obi-Wan, much to his embarrassment, could only manage a pathetic "Anakin!". Anakin, understandably, couldn’t manage much more himself, and replied with a choked "Obi-Wan!" 

Obi-Wan lurched forward without a second thought and caught Anakin as he fell into Obi-Wan with a feverish hug. Anakin’s breath was coming in gasps and Obi-Wan realised he was crying - he burnt with shame yet again. 

"I'm so sorry Anakin" he repeated, running a hand through his damp hair. He tilted Anakin’s face towards him to plant gentle kisses along his cheek and forehead, then jumped as Anakin kissed him needily on the mouth. 

“I'm so glad you’re here” Anakin gasped, drinking in Obi-Wan’s face as tears crept down his own. 

“I’m not going anywhere, dear heart” said Obi-Wan, “you’ve done so well so far, I knew you would be a natural at this.”

Anakin scoffed weakly. 

“Natural? I told all the healers to kriff off and tried to escape when they weren’t looking.”

“Why in force’s name would you do that?”

Anakin’s exhausted features crinkled into a grin. 

“Well they gave me this oxygen gas, which made me kind of high, then I decided I didn’t want to give birth afterall and tried to leave.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t pretend he wasn’t surprised. He planted another kiss on Anakin’s shimmering lips.

“Well you were always headstrong, my dear.”

[aclassic-game-ofthrones]

What's it like?

Love

What's love

to the stars

I found

in a crack on your

lips

What's stars to the chasm

The space

Left

Behind

What's, what's left behind

To the

Last of Us

?