#sav!scribbles

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Okay wow third eye opened and Pacific Rim F1 AU getting pen put to paper.

Like the parallels that can be made between races, stats, driver histories, and giant robots fighting inter-dimensional aliens powered by love is unmatched.

Shocked there isn’t more of it tbh, despite the above there is the least of any compared to other communities I’ve been in? Let them freak for freak in the drift.

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Okay question, would anyone be interested in hearing an outline/idea dump for a fic that I have in my head or would people feel like that spoils the whole fic and would want to wait till it’s done to read it chapter by chapter/all the way through?

Because I slightly feel like I’m gonna explode if I don’t talk to anyone about this Webgott AU I have bouncing around in my head.

Think Ghost Web AU

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In honor of me finally getting my act together and setting a goal to actually post some of what I write here is my current BoB archive! Red is Webgott, pink is Winnix, and purple is undecided.

I’m stuck in the stupid ‘I have so many things I want to write so I write NOTHING at all’ rut so if anyone actually wants to see any of these interact or reblog or literally anything (I’m extremely motivated by outside pressures lol)

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So like a month ago I mentioned I spent the morning writing a Webgott smut scene and then proceeded to not touch it after saying that AND I still haven’t touched it but I figured I’d throw a small bit of it up anyway now that I’m working on the whole piece again and not in a 10AM smut fugue state.

So NSFW below the cut and this is my first time writing explicit explicit smut so if it sounds wonky I’m working on it but it all comes from the idea of Lieb being a skinny guy but having a big dick! (And in this bit it sounds rough but it does end kind of soft and nice!)

(330ish words - short and sweet for now)

“Take me,” Joe all but snarls under his breath. “Fucking take me so fucking good.”

David screws his eyes shut in embarrassment that was bordering on mortification. The words combined with the all encompassing stretching as Joe's cock slams forward again and again. It’s so much sensation. It’s the release of letting go, it feels like he's flying, falling, like he's a thousand feet up and rocketing back down to his body. It's too much, David can't take it, it feels like too much. Keeping his eyes squeezed shut he brings one arm up from the tangle of the sheets to fall over his eyes, trying to brace himself against the onslaught of feeling in the crook of his elbow.

Batting away the arm covering his eyes Joe hooks his hands under the thighs at his hips and throws Webs legs up on his shoulders so his knees catch like hooks and moves to sit up off his haunches and lean forward, bending Webs torso in a harsh arch. One hand shifting to his right hip to keep him steady the other hand coming up to tangle and tighten like a vice in Webs hair pulling his head forwards and down so his chin is almost plastered to his chest.

"Look." Joe's voice is like thunder rolling through him. "Watch it. Goddamn Priss, can't even listen to people swear without making a face but you're gonna watch yourself eat my cock up."

The view between his thighs is obscene, Joe's cock flashing between and disappearing back into him with each brutal thrust forward. David can't help but let out a moan, eyes going hazy as he can do nothing but exactly what Joe said.

"Yeah, look at you." Joe's hand tightens that much more in his hair. "Tell me you love it."

"Lieb!" Is all David can get out, feeling almost hypnotized by the pace and view.

"Tell me."

"I--I--uh--I love it." David practically breaths out, the words barely having any bones to them.

"Fuck yeah you do."

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Fortnight by Taylor Swift has me feeling some kind of way and I’ve never really felt like I could do post war right so I stick to AUs but I’m tempted to just put it on loop till something happens

Like are you kidding me

I love you, it’s ruining my life

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Sit and Ponder

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Thinking about two characters that are wildly different and just had to go wow…that would be a character study.

So here’s an unedited snippet of my 3am thoughts of George Luz and Ron Speirs picking up pieces of each other all across Europe.

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Untitled Speirs/Luz (607 words)

George Luz couldn’t get a read on Ron Speirs and it was driving him up the wall.

See, if George was one thing it was that he was very good at people, and it wasn’t often that he couldn’t piece a person together from the split second he met them. A look in their eyes, the way they set their shoulders, which of his jokes they laughed at. And with all the whispers about the man and split seconds he saw him lurking around he should have closed the book on one Lieutenant Ronald C. Speirs. But he hadn’t. Because George was sure that he didn’t have a single clue on the man.

Everyone had heard about the cigarettes, how he ran Dog Company. Hell, Blithe was near shaking in his boots dug into his foxhole and nobody could get him to cough up what had him so spooked other than Martin's half asleep and unhelpful “Speirs.” It was everybody's best guess.

All signs pointing towards the man being a lunatic. And George can admit that he had been leaning that way too, but the more he thought about it the more he noticed it was all so one-note.

No one who acted like that was one-note. Especially lunatics.

So George did what he did best. He joked, he watched, he listened, and tried to pick out pieces from all the static.

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Leaving the cluster of crowded foxholes was a relief, that many people finally bedding down packed in together after a day like today felt like a powder keg next to an unlit stick of TNT next to a lighter.

Easier to breathe now George shook out a pack from his jacket, bringing a stick up to light.

“You shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”

George should have been spooked by not hearing him walk up, German occupied France and all, but the air didn’t feel like there was anything to be tense about. Just curious.

“Well I just thought you’d like some company, Sir,” swinging his eyes to glance back at his left where the Lieutenant had slinked out of the deeper treeline to stand a respectable distance from him, “You shouldn't be out here by yourself.”. The warm night time darkness didn’t do anything to make Speirs look more approachable. If anything it made the guy look even more like the Grim Reaper the rumors made him out to be. Helmet still low over his eyes, black camouflage barely washed off and still smudged all over, not even a twitch of his face. No stray piece to pick up and look over, one-note.

Inhaling and putting on a smile of his own George went poking.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you actually smile.” exhaling it out like his own form of smoke.

Speirs didn’t say anything, still standing looking out over the clearing they stood on the edge of. Not that George really thought he’d get anywhere with something that simple with this guy. It had been a long day, sue him if he wasn’t on his A game. So there they stood, Speirs silent as the grave and George losing track of time between inhales and exhales and chattering about nothing and everything to fill the gaps before petering out into silence himself.

“You’re not as bad as everyone says you are, Sir.” Stubing the half smoked stick out on the tree he’d been leaning on before shoving the leftover bit back into the pack, almost putting it away before pausing for a moment and holding it back out, “Smoke?”

Speirs just stays silent looking at him and George has to laugh.

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Don’t mind me currently prepping to write thousands of words about coffee shop LuzToye just smiling at each other

Prompt: We have a sign that says “Give your barista a smile” and you really take this to the extreme and while I act like it annoys me, it always makes my day to see your weird grimaces

(GOD AND IT GOES BOTH WAYS)

(I’ve got Joe and George versions and approximately 2,993 scenes to think about)