#swmfics #stucky #steverogers #buckybarnes

in the past, when steve was smaller, bucky took pride and pleasure in being able to wrap all of steve up in just one arm. +

my 2024 ao3 writers' wrapped (template linked in reply, thank you for creating!)

typed-out version in reply as well, alt text has character limit...

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have my #fugonara #narafugo fic inspired by “watermelon sugar,” tho iirc the contents have nearly nothing to do w the song…

archiveofourown.org/works/24074749 fugo deals with grief the way god intended 😔👌

#jjba #ventoaureo #pannacottafugo #naranciaghirga
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sharing this series from my #jjba days haha — 4 times dadbacchio took care of the kiddos via various hair/grooming-related ways archiveofourown.org/series/1744924 . i had a lot of fun writing abt their “family” ^^

#leoneabbacchio #giornogiovanna #trishuna #pannacottafugo #naranciaghirga
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archiveofourown.org/works/24176212 a friend requested some #straizo & #lisalisa father-daughter bonding! how could i say no… found family is one of my weaknesses 🥹 still really like this one—it’s the cozy, hurt/comf, familial vibes hehe

#jjba #phantomblood #battletendency
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archiveofourown.org/works/23035882 choosing this #hamratio fic bc the source material is so old it feels like a “starting point” of sorts 🤣

“Hamlet” hit me hard as a depressed highschooler… & so did yaoi… i rmb rereading this thinking my lit teacher wld approve of my interpretation HAHAHA

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“Giorno glances at the clock. 5:50 PM. He really should be back in his room right about now, nailing boards to his windows and triple-checking his reinforced locks.”

throwback to my jjba days — the vento aureo purge au i’ll never finish now, but it was fun to ideate :’)

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a little ⚰️⚔️

that spacecraft name always makes me giggle. he’s just a weary traveller!!1

"How are you doing?... How's preparation coming along?" Commotion is rife outside. Voices clamoring, doors opening and closing, footsteps in every direction... Sunday strains his ears to see if any are coming his way, but it seems he's in the clear for now. "I can't believe how many are coming! It's extraordinary.... I mean, we dreamed about it all the time, but I never imagined it would actually come true." Sunday inhales. The air is scant and taut, and it hurts his chest on the way down. Or maybe his chest has been hurting all this while. "But you know what makes me the happiest? That you are here, brother. I wouldn't trade you for all the fans in the world... well, not that I can even if I tried, because I know you'll always be there for me...." Robin looks at him, smiles. Sunday can only stare. It's like he's trying to imprint the expression into his mind, but of course, he doesn't succeed. "It's almost time! I have to go... I'll see you there?"

The recorded message freezes, then ends. There's only Sunday's face reflected back to him on his phone screen now. He has gotten thinner—he hadn't even noticed until Robin, thousands of kilometers away at the time, pointed out instantly the moment he turned on his video camera. She did not see him there, in the end. He couldn't make it, because he was busy with paperwork and oversight and meetings with clients... tasks he can remember with more clarity than the last time he went to one of her concerts. And yet, she still diligently called him from every new city, remembered to buy his favorites any time she encountered them, invited him to every event regardless of whether he'd missed the last one or twenty. But he, he never showed his appreciation, never responded in kind to her enthusiasm and love. And now, it is too late. "Master Oak! The ceremony is about to start, where have you—" Their butler-in-training—Misha, if Sunday recalls correctly—cuts himself off awkwardly when his eyes land on his young master's face. "Uh- are you feeling alright?" "As 'alright' as I may feel on a day like this, Misha." Sunday smiles at him coldly. He could have been a little nicer, but they're at his sister's

funeral, for god's sake. It was a distasteful question. "Yes! Of course! I'm so sorry, sir. P-please excuse me!" the young man squeaks out, before making himself scarce. Sunday frowns at the shrinking silhouette; really, when will the Bloodhounds be back in Golden Hour? It's absurd how many their father likes to bring along on his business trips. Speaking of.... Sunday casts his gaze around the room while moving toward his designated seat. He sees other Family members, business partners, prolific visitors from afar... but not their father. Robin must be disappointed, he thinks—then immediately regrets thinking it when sorrow curdles into a lump in his throat. It takes jaws clenched achingly tight and several deep breaths to make sure no tears will come out. Their father isn't here, which means he is the face of their Family. This is no time for a breakdown. Despite knowing that, Sunday finds his focus shot barely ten minutes into the ceremony. The ride to the burial ground is a black-and-white blur. And despite him technically being the host of the reception, Sunday excuses himself after the first couple soppy "my condolences."

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maybe i’ll regret posting this…?

idk when ima work on it next (pray for me yall 💀), but here’s the opening of my #sunturine / #avenday vigilante AU (tho no aven here yet)! enjoy 💫

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Screenshot of AO3 work information, title, author & summary. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandom: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai:Star Rail （Video Game） Relationship: Blade/Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail). Characters: Blade (Honkai: Star Rail), Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail) Additional Tags: tiny bit of relationship & character study, Trans Blade (Honkai: Star Rail), Bondage, Pegging, Riding, BDSM Scene, Multiple Orgasms, Belly Bulge, Choking, Kissing, Strap-Ons, Butt Plugs, Double Penetration, Voyeurism, Cunnilingus, praises, Aftercare, sleeping together; and then literally at the end, Established Relationship, Leashes, Masochist Blade (Honkai: Star Rail), Li! Bit Of Crying, Pet Names, Dom/sub, Cuddling & Snuggling, Begging, dominant kafka, Submissive Blade, Top Kafka (Honkai: Star Rail), Bottom Blade (Honkai: Star Rail) Language: English Stats: Published: 2024-11-02 Words: 3,182 Chapters: 1/1 Title: Play Author: sinkingwmyships Summary: And so, how can Kafka make Blade fear what he knows he doesn't? And how can Blade give her the control she knows she already has? They play.

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archiveofourown.org/works/602592...
NSFW #kafblade - where she would never hurt him and he can always trust her, but it’s gratifying to pretend.

[Screenshot of writing WIP] "Nice of you to finally pick up." "Sorry I was asleep at four in the morning like everyone else," Eliezer huffs, setting the laptop down on the edge of the bathtub before returning to the sink. He tries his best to only view his handler via peripheral vision. "What happened to your face?" She notices anyway. Eliezer sighs and shares a look with (russian name) - his koala plushie slash portable heating pouch currently lying on the towel rack. "What do you think? I took a hit." "Are you alright?" "Yeah, I'm fine." Eliezer dabs foundation onto his face before blending it in with a damp makeup sponge, grimacing slightly at the bruises' tenderness. "No major injuries." "Did you get enough sleep? Something to eat?" "I'm going to eat after this. And I got about seven hours, so, yeah." "Okay. And when are you planning to take your meds?"

[WIP screenshot continued] "I- can you stop?" Eliezer throws the sponge down into the sink. (Koala) watches on with droopy eyes. "I know I went offline for longer than expected. But I'm not so untrustworthy that you have to deal with me like this, am I?” "It's not that I don't trust you." "You clearly don't trust me to take proper care of myself." "I just think a reminder now and then wouldn't hurt." Gosh, he hates how genuine his handler can sound, even when they're arguing. He doesn't know if he should thank her for her kindness, or apologize for lashing out and acting so immature. He's heard the former can help you practice forgiveness toward yourself also, though. "I appreciate it." The words take some time to come out (he considers blaming it on the head trauma). "That you're... worried about me, I guess." "I am." Her reply is instant and firm. Eliezer rubs at the back of his neck, both highly conscious of and trying to not think about what he may be drawing attention to.

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OC wip (from 2yrs ago alr 😭) that i still like! ft. Eliezer—who’s a lot more adept at assassination & acquiring plushies, than dealing w his emotions—reporting back to his handler abt the prev night.

(the ( ) placeholders are to help me keep writing instead of mulling over every detail 💀)

Screenshot of AO3 work title, author & summary. Title: crybaby Author: sinkingwmyships Summary: He feels the other man draw his hand away from his face, and he lets him, even though it only makes the weight upon his chest heavier and the tears falling from his eyes more rapid. Embarrassment sears his cheeks. Sunday hiccups—hates the way he sounds. (Day 7: free day!)

wow, i made it to #allshipsweek 2024 day 7 😳 free day!

archiveofourown.org/works/60118687
#avenday - in which 🪽 is driven to the point of tears during their ~nightly activities~, & they talk it out (read: kink negotiation 🙂‍↕️).
hurt/comfort & fluff! (i can’t resist writing soft!🦚…)

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"Vampire saliva has anesthetic properties." Aventurine explained while he licked at Sunday's neck. "Though, you may still feel some discomfort."

But even more titillating than that, especially on his raw, red-bitten skin, is when Blade swipes his tongue over the wound. He does that every time, supposedly to help the blood clot again—but specifically this time, specifically on that spot, it sets off something unmistakable inside Luocha.

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i like this trope - but i think vampires r supposedly predators, so ig it wouldn’t make sense x) i mean, mosquitoes prob went thru natural selection for it (if u became alerted from the pain when they bit u u prob j killed them right?), but vamps.. i mean, they’d prob j kill u first ahaha

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day 3: everything is fine and nothing hurts

more #sunturine #avenday fluff! based on the lovely art below 💖
in which 🪽 is a simp & 🦚 knows him too well~ ft. flirting/teasing, kisses & cuddles, some (happy) tears & a dash of 🪽 angst ✨

archiveofourown.org/works/60006205

#swmfics #allshipsweek 2024
day 2: double life; hurt/comfort

in the wake (of a hurricane) 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/59982319

set in my #sunturine #avenday vigilante AU! where 🦚 winds up in pretty bad shape, and 🪽 has to figure out what to do (or not) about it.

pls view rating & tags on ao3 🫶

Screenshot of AO3 fic title, author and summary. Title: out of character Author: sinkingwmyships Summary: Aventurine leans in to kiss Sunday’s temple, and catches a strong whiff of what must be the reason Sunday is acting so… out of character. (Day 1: “I didn’t know where else to go.”)

#allshipsweek 2024 w my current fixation, #avenday #sunturine ! vwy

day 1: “i didn’t know where else to go.”

out of character 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/59932177
❕🏷️ sfw | fluff, drunkenness

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wip (i say while falling down on my knees begging u to not judge it too harshly)

from my vampire-angel #avenday #sunturine au. i rly should finish this instead of spoiling it thru a hundred gdoc screenshots hm

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