There’s Something Sooooo Fhgsjdhcb About Jason’s Blood Sustaining Tim. The Most Intimate (he’s

Hello! For the prompts, either Geralt/Jaskier or Dandelion/Priscilla, hand-holding #13?

Hand-Holding 13: linking hands together during sex

straight guy two beers in

the deweys have a chokehold on me I cant stop thinkinh about them, so have this silly comic I spent 6 hours on (way too much time)

Vow

Just a quick little jayvik thing based off an art prompt on Twitter <3

I truly believe Wei Wuxian wouldn't be able to live in a world where there is no Jiang Cheng. Throughout his life Jiang Cheng has always been a presence there, a figure that bleeds into the background on mundane days and outshines even the sun on the brightest. Wei Wuxian has always lived with the knowledge that Jiang Cheng was safe somewhere.

Even when he's Yiling Laozu, in the back of his mind he knows Jiang Cheng is out there, breathing, fighting. He sees him often despite exiling himself, has Jiang Cheng practically knocking on his front door even when the world sees them as enemies.

And even when he comes back as Mo Xuanyu, Jiang Cheng lurks in the background. He knows by filtered gossip that Jiang Cheng is safe, that he's in the highest position to be so, that the core that spins in him has kept that promise of protection. Wei Wuxian can keep his distance because he knows Jiang Cheng can protect himself, understands that being around him would only cause more pain for them both.

And yet if harm came Jiang Cheng's way, no matter how far across the land Wei Wuxian was, he'd know and he'd come running.

And if Jiang Cheng died then Yiling Laozu would show himself again.

Jiang Cheng, on the other hand, has to live. It's not just his pride that keeps him alive but his honour for his family, his sect. He cannot let his own life end when he needs to avenge theirs, when he holds a little Jin Ling in his arms and knows he needs to protect that child. But the death of Wei Wuxian? That kills his spirit, takes a small part of who he is away. That's the reason why he continues to hunt Demonic Cultivators, why he tries to reason with himself that Wei Wuxian isn't dead, that there's a way to find him, bring him back kicking and screaming if he has to. Jiang Cheng refuses to acknowledge the death of Wei Wuxian because if he does then that means it's real, right? And Jiang Cheng would have to live with the knowledge that the only last person to know who he was, Jiang Cheng and not Sandu Shengshou, A-Cheng and not Jiang-Zongzhu, was truly utterly gone.

They really are the soulmates born in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Everyone knows Jayce is obsessed with touching Viktor. People around them have bets trying to guess how many times Jayce will touch Viktor in one evening, it’s the most common pub game in Piltover.

One night the men go out to a pub for drinks, and Viktor is wearing this oversized black t-shirt which is slightly shorter than normal - you can’t tell at first, and Jayce doesn’t realise either - and they all watch him realise when both men are at the bar and Viktor leans over it a little with a laugh to grab the bottles when the barman just waves for him to take them. Jayce nearly breaks his neck the way his head snaps to look at Viktor’s suddenly uncovered back. People watch them, existential crisis obvious on Jayce’s face as his eyes keep on moving back and forth from Viktor’s waist to the ceiling as if he’s praying which is making everyone laugh. Obviously he’s touched Viktor’s back and waist many times before! But when it was covered with a shirt at least…

The Gods answer him quickly by placing another man to Viktor’s right who flirts with him. Before people can make another bet, Jayce’s hand wraps around Viktor’s waist and pulls him close to himself. They do notice Viktor straightening up with a little twitch as if a little shiver ran down his spine. Well. Jayce’s hands must feel pretty rough on his sensitive skin after all.

Everyone talks the next day how Jayce didn’t take his hands off Viktor for a whole night.

each time you talk about the werewolf fic in the tags of a post just know i'm eating up every new piece of lore

oh gosh i meant to answer this so long ago OTL I'm so glad you eat it up, ME TOO when I actually have the brain for it TuT i've been in a mini-slump for werewolf fic, but yesterday i wrote a new scene that I'd really like to fit into it and it's making me go OwO over that fic again lol

Jason finds him.

It’s not a full moon, so he’s not really sure what to expect. Tim hasn’t done anything to piss him off lately, or he can’t think of anything he’s done that could have pissed off Jason lately, so he doesn’t think Jason came with a bone to pick. Which is good, because Tim can’t— Tim doesn’t want to fight right now. He could, if he had to. But he doesn’t want to because the thought of dancing their usual dance to its usual conclusion makes him even more nauseous than he already is. 

And even if they don’t reach that finale, even if Jason wouldn’t push for it... with the state he’s in, him plus Jason plus fighting would send him skidding down a much deeper spiral. And that would really fucking suck right now. 

He can’t be that weak in front of him.

Sweat clings damp and cold to his upper lip, clammy and horrible. His fingers are buzzing, itchy and hot and slowly losing all delicate feeling; he tries to straighten them out but they tremble and shake no matter how he concentrates on them to stop it stop it stop stopstop— and his heart rate is already fast enough, it doesn’t need the help. So he closes them into fists and shoves them around himself, squeezing his eyes shut.

He knows Jason caught sight of him because he saw the flash of a red helmet pausing on the rooftop across the street, and Tim has the fleeting hope that by the time Jason gets here, he’ll be able to stand without the brick wall supporting him.

He nearly convinces himself that his breathing is under control when he flinches, eyes blinking open instinctively, as a pair of gloved fingers snap in front of his face.

“Hey,” Jason’s rough voice bites. “You finally with me, dumbass?”

what's the most insane thing you've seen either JC or WWX do for the other one in a fic that wasn't, in any way, chengxian?

reblog or put your answer in the tags please, I'm curious

I'll start: not-interested-in-sex-work JC starting to do irl sex work bc WWX wasn't paying his half of the rent and he didn't want to pressure WWX into keeping jobs WWX didn't want. never telling WWX about it either ofc.