#stygiansauce

Fearful of your wanksgiving because it gave us the gift of spare a crumb (and ill take it), and it still haunts me to this day /pos. but who am I to complain about Bidoof writing (I eat it with both hands its so good).

to begin wanksgiving 25, ranchers for my soulmate of course <33

From the stables, from the outside, the only sounds on the ranch were from animals. The cow herd, the not-so-secret chickens, the illicit horse. But inside, under the blankets, there’s laughter, naked bodies sliding together. Tango kisses up Jimmy’s neck and Jimmy squirms under him.

“Sorry, sorry, it tickles—oh!” A breathy moan as Tango bites down. His hands slide down Tango’s back to pull them closer. His hips jerk up, rutting into Tango, and they both moan—his pleasure felt by his soulmate through their shared bond.

HI SAUCE! sorry this took so long to come out! blanket apologies for everyone who asked for one as well--I promise I'm still doing these! work is work, though :(

quickly rose to the top of my chart this year along with several other sparkbird songs, and NOT because it reminds me of helsknight, not at all! sparkbird if you see this, I'm sending you so much love!! /silly <3 couldn't get this idea out of my head either, so I hope you like king ren, sauce :3c (887 words)

It was a tower as tall as it was bright—stretching up toward the stark blue sky with its dotting of puffy clouds. The tower itself was that same white-off white, where the old sandstone had started to fade into yellow undertones, and the cemented bricks underneath, whitewashed, poked through as replacement. Sections were crumbling entirely, like it was a miracle the thing still held up. It was nearly as big around as it was tall, its roof and spire a shingled, purple-red, clothes and banners waving in the slight breeze, dark shutters flung open. Bright, colorful, and homely, and sending a prickle of energy, and of apprehension, down Martyn’s spine.

He’d been here before, many many times before, in all sorts of conditions, and weathers, and for a short time, he’d even laid himself to rest here. But not like this.

Her ranchers fics are also top notch and I can’t recommend them enough <3

xoxo love youuuu

anyways this is all your fault because YOU introduced this song to me and YOU said it was footballers (silly)

43. Forward to the Kill by Sydney Ross Mitchell

You have eyes just like a baby animal / And all my fear, that you might hurt me is replaced / With knowing just how bad you will / I'm looking forward to the kill

Tango stays later than he should. Later than is good for him. He has things to do in the morning—self-preservation instincts screaming—but Jimmy’s fawn-like eyes shine in the low light.

So he stays.

Jimmy’s attention feels like a finite resource, something sleek and fine in his awkward hands. He has no idea how long he has it and he knows it’ll hurt to lose. The longer the glow of Jimmy’s focus stays on him—a bright stagelight to bask in—the more it will hurt when he, inevitably, moves on.

But, for now, Tango has him.

I'm just gonna shake out of my purse here and let MoE Jimmy have at your cabinets. He's itching for a play date and I can't have him pulling in my cardigan while I write.

He's pretty chill just don't let him near the bathtub without supervision. He mentioned something about Footballers au? Im sure he just wants to watch footballers play, he's too little for the ball (he WILL get hit in the face).

I dropped MoE Tango off with Nines so if Jimmy gets lonely just give him any Joel, it's an easy quick fix.

Thank you for this, love you to the moon and back, I prommy I'll take footballers one of these days so you can have a break. You're a life saver and the best soulmate ever okay byyeeeeee

What goes through your head when you write banger lines like "a filthier version of holding hands" and "when Jimmy Solidarity calls, you answer." And "Its not a lie. His smile feels tight, his chest, and its not a lie. Tango is 19 hearts down and being abandoned for a Red and its not a lie"

All quotes seared into my brain, thank you.

K bye love youuuuu

Xoxoxoxo Anon obsessively memorizing your writing. (Yes. I have these memorized.)

LFKASJDLKFJS HI SAUCE GIGGLING LIKE CRAZY OKAYOKAY i can actually answer this but it's different every time

"filthier version of holding hands" = i giggled and went hehe sauce is gonna LOVE this (and i was right)

"when jimmy solidarity, calls you answer" = if jimmy solidarity called. i'd answer. I Am Not Immune

"19 hearts down" = i wrote this on a walk at like. 10pm . and i thought "worm is gonna fucking love this" and indeed @canarydarity loved it lakdsfjlsldk

truly nearly every time i write a banger line i think "gosh soandso is gonna LVOE this". and that's the secret to good writing: fellow freaks and nerds to share your love with （￣︶￣）