15 Oct 2020
Tharn and Type have a rough year, which culminates in a particularly rough week. In which the process of therapy is misunderstood, fears are underestimated, and Tharn and Type try to do the work of loving each other.
(Written for the the prompt "Tharn realizes his own trauma" -- which is the one thing Tharn only half manages to do in this...)
03 Sep 2020
Awkward, deadpan god of death Gulf courts Mew, the bashful, equally awkward god of green and growing things.
21 Jul 2020
MewGulf try anal: Gulf has hypoglycaemic angst, Mew sulks for a total of twelve seconds, the sobering possibility of poop is considered, Gulf may actually be a pillow princess no matter how strenuously he denies it, and eventually, very satisfactory orgasms are achieved by all.
Gulf pouts exaggeratedly. “Fine. Ice-y how it is.”
“There will be no ice jokes, because if you keep reminding me I will lose my erection.”
“We wouldn’t want that,” Gulf says, gleeful, and Mew is already groaning, bottle of lube raised like a teeny tiny club, “I can see how that would be very demoral-ice-ing.”
10 Jul 2020
Wei Wuxian returns to the Cloud Recesses, and he and Lan Wangji work to understand what that means.
It has been five months since they parted when Jingyi clatters onto the patio of the Jingshi, barely slowing from his dead run before he enters.
“Hanguang-jun,” he pants, “Hanguang-jun! The cliffs beyond the western watch-tower — the sentries heard a flute!”
Wangji’s world narrows to a single point.
05 Jun 2020
Gulf asks Mew out. Mew takes it with, uh, great equanimity.
Mew’s eyes are closed, his expression almost a flinch. Gulf wonders, with only a little ungenerous amusement, if he’s about to cry. He kills his sprite off so he’s free to observe, just in case.
Mew looks tired. The hair at his nape is in need of some serious neatening, as always, and there’s a zit coming up near his temple. Gulf really wants to kiss him, preferably when they both have their retainers on, just to see what those narrow wires would feel like in someone else’s mouth. He wonders if they could get stuck that way — that would be pretty funny. And also maybe hot?
21 Jul 2020
12 Nov 2012
"If you were a woman he would want you."
He hopes that, if he were a woman, he might have better taste.
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29 Jan 2013