For Science, Obviously (rated Explicit) by luddleston
“What exactly do you want out of me, here?” Ashton asked.
“Just tip your head like this.” Essek’s chilly fingers guided his chin to point away. Thank fuck they were facing out of the dome. Ashton couldn’t stand all the stupid knowing looks the rest of the Hells were probably giving him.
‘Specially Fearne.
it's a totally normal reaction, all the Titan/earth genasi with Luxon beacons in their heads get a little...flustered around Essek. he's aware. its fine.
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I know how you guys feel abt my lineart so I’ll give that it’s own special post, but here’s the colored version of my illustration for @luddlestons fic One Night of Chaos! I love all of Luddle’s fics so much, I hope to do this again!
time-lapse: how long have you been writing (as a hobby or for work)?em: i think my first attempts at writing were around age 10, when i started reading fantasy. i was really, really into elves.Lo: First thing I can really remember writing comes back to me from middle school? I was probably eleven or twelve. It was a CSI:NY fanfiction in this notebook that I remember hiding in my room so no one could find it. Not that I knew what fanfiction was at the time, I was just writing my own episode in my mind.
faulkner: what tropes do you LOVE writing? which ones are your guilty pleasure?em: FRIENDS!! TO!! LOVERS!! and literally anything domestic, especially if kids are involved. (if i tell myself enough that i’m not projecting, it’ll be true, right?)Lo: I’m with Em. We both have a lot of fun with friends to lovers and domestic things. I also adore fake dating/marriage.
Hey, I just wanted to let you know, the links in one of your posts (part 3 of the fake dating katt thing) are leading to this sketchy ad for a dating site, rather than the other parts of the comic. I'm assuming tumblr's just being crap again :P
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thanks for tagging me in the wip meme! I'm very intrigued by the one you have called "finish! this! fic!" bc that's an amazing title, so I'd love to see a snippet from it <3
totally! i’m super nosy i wanna see what you’re working on 👀
im glad you like the title… sometimes you just gotta talk shit to yourself until you get things done!!! that’s for ch.4 space song (abo fic)
snippet under the cut:
As soon as Black lands in his hanger, as soon as that great maw opens and deposits him on the Castle floor, Shiro is running.
He skids into Red’s hangar, finds Keith stumbling out of his lion, helmet clutched wildly in hand - his hair sticks with sweat and angry tears to his flushed cheeks.
Dark, wild eyes fall on Shiro, and suddenly that lithe body breaks at a full pelt away - towards the door.
Shiro sets his jaw and swerves to blindside Keith with a firm grip on his shoulders. In the face of Keith’s white-hot willpower, he wins out on body mass alone. The overwhelming humidity of heat-scent sweeps over him, desperate and thick and, for a moment, almost blinding before he clenches his jaw and gets it under control.
“Fuck, Shiro. Let me go!” Keith yells, raw and wet, fighting out of the hold with head head ducked to hide fresh tears. He worms out of Shiro’s grip with a violent jerk that sends his red helmet scattering across the floor.
“Keith,” Shiro scrapes out, so desperate to touch that his goal is momentarily confused, hazy hands grasping against smooth armour.
He drags in a breath, holds Keith in place.
Keith is always small under Shiro’s hands, but like this he feels delicate. Animal, in the sense that he is heaving breaths like it’s a fight for survival, sweat and tears swiped at with frustrated fingers. The flush on his cheeks is burning bright.
“Keith,” Shiro says again, more level.
He’s wrecked, with the throaty rasp of his voice to match.
“I messed up,” Keith says wetly, and when he finally meets Shiro’s gaze his eyes are red-rimmed and wet, his nose running.
"Lover" by Truslow just came on my Spotify radio--I hadn't heard it for a couple years and this time it just immediately made me think of Sheith. It also strikes me as the kind of song that you play at some point during a wedding, so. There's that.
oh wow this is so soft and gentle and genuine thank u. definitely a wedding song
Days turn to yearsAnd the cobwebs appearThe memories, they fadeAll the moments we madeAnd we feel only ashes remainAnd we fought, through the tearsHoping light may appearSo my dear, will you keep me tonight?
So, loverWill you carry my heart?Will you carry my scars?Will you carry my soul?
Shatt Sunday prompt: "I'm starting to feel like you haven't actually done this before."
(Keeping with the theme of your answer to my prompt =) Hope you like it!)
“I’m starting to feel like you haven’t actually done this before,” Shiro said cautiously.
Matt scoffed, adjusting his position on the hoverbike. He was looking at the controls with a furrowed brow. Shiro knew that look. It was the look he got when he tried something for the first time after reading extensively about it beforehand.
“I’m just going to sit behind you,” Shiro said, hoisting a leg over the bike and sliding up close behind him. If Matt crashed his bike it would take ages for him to save up for another one. At least until he went up in rank.
“I know what I’m doing, Shiro!” Mat huffed. “There’s no need to backseat drive me.”
Shiro chuckled, looping his arms around Matt’s waist so he would be able to grab the controls at a moment’s notice. “Who’s backseat driving? I just like being close to you.”
Matt didn’t reply, as he shifted his weight and fired up the bike. Shiro didn’t have to look to know his face would be bright red. So he just held him tighter, resting his chin on Matt’s shoulder to watch what he was doing with his hands, ready to take over at a moment’s notice.
