#jo writes stuff

If you'd told Brad Bakshi a few years ago that one day he'd be walking arm-in-arm with David Brittlesbee through a German Christmas market, he would either not have believed you, or blown his own brains out. Still, there he was, strolling through the picturesque city of Cologne, sipping on a hot chocolate, letting David drag him past countless stalls selling countless amounts of Christmas-themed junk as gentle snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky. He couldn't even quite remember how David had convinced him to do this. Sure, they were dating and okay, 'twas the season, and yeah, Europe was exactly the sort of fancy-pants destination vacation rich Americans like them would go to, but it was so… Nice. And wholesome. It was lovely, and horrible, and there was a sickly-sweet feeling sliding down his organs that he couldn't quite attribute to just the hot chocolate alone. Maybe he should blow his brains out.

First lines!

List the first line of your last 10 fics (posted or WIP) and see if there’s a pattern. If you don’t have 10 fics, then as many first lines as you do have!

1. “Hey Skipper.” (Speak to my Empty Grave) Mass Effect

2. Eventually everything is settled on deck, (Preceding 'Please' with 'I'm Not Afraid of You) Cloudward Ho

3. The mongrel officers had sometimes wondered; when they thought Delta weren't listening, or didn't care if they were - whether the painted armour was so that they could tell each other apart. (Brothers) Republic Commando

4. Tovo doesn’t remember much of… anything these days. (The Care and Keeping of Organic Beings) Outlaws and Obelisks

5. Monty hasn't been.... avoiding Comfrey exactly. (Oh Captain Let's Make a Deal) Cloudward Ho

6. There's a young nautolan kicking a ball back and forth with a rhodian across the street, Boss is trying to people watch but his gaze keeps drifting back to the children. (Untitled Repcomm WIP)

7. Crows delight in Carrion but Corbeau - there's so much blood, He can taste it, feel it crusting on sore knuckles and drying in splatters up his arms - he's drowning in it. (Untitled Naddpod WIP)

8. Nehemia tucks the notebook into her bag as she hears footsteps approaching from around the corner. (Untitled/unlikely to be posted Throne of Glass WIP)

9. "Norio," Jin grabs his arm and the monk freezes for an instant, fearing they've been seen. (The Evidence of Mine Eyes WIP) Ghost of Tsushima

10. There isn't really time to get to know Jolene Cybin until they're in the floating city and there's nothing to do but wait. (Untitled/Unlikely to be posted Naddpod WIP)

I decided to do 5 of my last posted and 5 of my last worked on WIPs because the crossection of fandoms is funny to me. Patterns? I mean I always either do immediate drop into action or something that could be considered mid-thought for a character depending on whether I'm dong something character studyish or if there's like. A plot. lol I'll tag. Uhhh. @cozy-fish-crow @arliganzey @operationslipperypuppet if yall wanna play.

In shades of lilac and green

Daniel and Armand reconvene at Rothko's Chapel. To talk about art, of course.

"No, stop—stop, just—go back to the beginning," David said. This was all too much, too fast. "What do you mean, a"—he lowered his voice to a whisper—"a threesome?" "It's when three people have sex together. Jesus, David, you can't be that much of a virgin." "I know what a threesome is!" David yelped, his voice high-pitched, immediately regretting doing so when he saw some people in the bullpen look in his direction. He wrangled his voice down to a lower pitch. "I meant, what do you mean, you want to have a threesome with me and an acquaintance of yours?" "It means I want to fuck you together with someone else," Brad said.

"Rachel," David said, interrupting Rachel's endless yammering, "how do you know you're in a situationship?"