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lilbeanz · 1 month

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Hello! Not an ask, just wanted to say I adore your content; you're so skilled. I came across your art first, and the drama of even the smallest panel; I'd been eyeing JoDT & sequels for awhile because it was a WIP, but I caved and binged bks1-4 in about three days. I reread the "Eat your heart out Pureblood society" scene at least once a day, thank you for that, superb execution. I also really liked, in the first book, the interactions between Malfoy & Harry, and the very gradual "well, he's our friend now." The development of their friendship has done a great job of re-defining the characters and their relationships. The series feels like its own thing, and the fact that Ginny never even had the diary in book 2 only cemented that. I've really appreciated the deviation from Draco-the-tortured-hero/Draco-making-amends (which I also love to read). Horrors of the Heir was a great twist and really put the whole series in another tier, tbh. CoS was like, my least favorite of the series as a kid (alongside GoF, which has grown on me as I read fanfic) and your version of bk 2 easily established the micro-obsession of your series for me. Also, Crabbe & Goyle?? "They're actually really good friends"?? "Just to see if we feel anything"?? Adorable. Obsessed.

tldr; Your rewrite of the series is incredibly unique, and I admire how you've really taken the series and made it something completely fun and new and modern 💜💜💜

Looking forward to the rest. Thank you for sharing!

AaaAaaAaaHhhHhhHh?!??!?!

This is such a lovely comment, I can't even -- I -- I'm --

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you're enjoying the series so far! It really has been such a challenging, fun project!

I adored writing the "Eat Your Heart Out" scene. People tend to forget that Draco Malfoy is canonically *very* dramatic when he wants to be. Yes, he can be sulky and scheming, but he also shouts taunts across the courtyard, and puts on scenes to make older students laugh at Harry’s expense, even going so far as to dress up as a Dementor to make his "rival" lose in Quidditch.

The Horror of the Heir was such an experience for me as the author, because CoS is my favourite book from the series (weird, ik) and looking back, I sort of realise I could’ve squeezed in so much more. But last May, 45k was a HUGE amount of words for me! And now I'm churning out 100k like nobody's business 💀

✨️Growth✨️

And speaking of growth, the reason I had Draco take Tom Riddle’s diary was purely because of growth. It would've taken him far longer to change as a person if he hadn't taken Ginny's place. A pivotal character development moment, as he reflects on his upbringing etc...

Crabbe and Goyle generally get overlooked in the fandom, and it really bugs me. Vince dies canonically, yes, but I absolutely love it when fic writers incorporate Greg as an actual character in post-war fics, and acknowledge that Vince was Draco’s friend.

It's always Blaise, Pansy, and Theo because they're intelligent and societies definition of "attractive." I mean, each to their own of course, but I could write an entire essay on the injustice I feel for Crabbe and Goyle!

And then, of course, the development of Draco’s relationship with the Golden Trio, specifically Harry. Just -- Ugh-- these silly kids make me so unhinged!😂

It wouldn't be all sunshine and rainbows to begin with. Of course it wouldn't. It's a rocky start, with bumps along the way (and more big bumps to come), but I really do love the way I have progressed their relationship, and I'm not even gonna be humble about it! I really do love my own fic!!!

All this to say, thank you so much!!! I realise fix-its are a very popular type of fic to write, but I really do try to keep it as fresh and unique as possible, so the fact that I really am able to give my readers an experience means the world to me💖

#lovely lovely people #asks and replies #jodt #journal of dreadful things #lilbeanz #💖💖💖💖

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dilfhos · 7 months

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sooo this is gonna be a messy rant on the observations ive made between different writer communities, blog interactions and overall “status”. just silly little things I’ve noticed in my 4+ years being on tumblr btwn 2 diff blogs. and this is about no one specific, a very generalized post so if you find urself offended i honestly dont know what to tell you?? :o do better ig. & if you relate, i feel for you. TLDR @/end.

i dont like interacting/ building connections with people but not for the reasons ppl think. im not stuck up or pretentious or weird or anything. just another anime-enjoyer who loves to write in her free time. nobody special by a longshot!! i enjoy writing, always have since before i was a teen. (wasn’t always ff tho!).

but over the years ive just noticed fandom writing has its gritty sides that no one talks about often and its no mystery why so many prolific/ popular writers deactivated, me included. i had some shitty experiences and have seen friends go bc of it.

firstly, I’ve noticed, once you start interacting and building friendships with people, it’s easier to see the bigger perspective of where ppl stand and the blatant hierarchy of friendships and groups. same applies to that outside. like its literally just me n’ my bsf then my acquaintances bc mfs be weirddd omg its like cults or something. like thats why initially I didn’t interact w/anyone starting on my new blog. that n’ fear of drama following from my last blog ugh. ‘Cept the few i’ve met on my old blog (like my wifey)

not to mention i have bad anxiety. and sometimes im cue-deaf. i dont always pick up what people put down and vice versa and it makes me conscious in a lot of my interactions. so a part of me doesn’t want to interact at all to avoid all awkwardness and possible miscommunications. that’s not to say i don’t notice subtle changes in interactions after one situation / conversation or so forth, that in myself or witnessed between other ppl. (im perceptive, just not that good conversationalist lol. like i really have to try.)

but then…if you don’t interact with people on here, your chances of building an audience or a reader base is slim to none. the likelihood of developing relationships is zip. because you’re already perceived and pegged as just another tumblr writer. pause. to clarify, a writer who doesn’t want any recognition or interactions from mutuals or new friends. or just a lonely writer? a introverted, lonely writer. which leads to little to none interactions (anons, reblogs, moots —exposure.)

so then its like you’re kinda placed btwn a rock n a hard place. and there’s absolutely no problem with that! in fact this is the best part—meeting friends and like-minded people! people that make being online all the more worth it right? thirsting over fictional characters and sharing in each other’s works!

but you have to be in specific circles it seems. but then you can’t imply that you want to be in those circles bc then you’re desperate.

but well, then you cant purposefully want to be independent or be on your own or else you’re a hater, hypocrite or stuck up. not to mention, no one will reblog your stuff lol. no one will interact fr, and you’re friendless essentially. and god forbid if you disagree on something as if opinions don’t exist btw! then you’re being ganged up on. (like omg grow up!)

but then if you reach out you’re seen as trying to wedge in or kiss ass? you interact and follow and you’re ignored or left hanging? (bc im gonna touch your hand when i say this—it never gave fan, your majesty of horny nerds) and this is about ALL the writing communities and fandoms—spicy content, black content and dark content. ALL.

yet no one wants to talk about the pregnant elephant in the room—bias. and favoritism. also people seem to have a hard time being direct with how they’re feeling toward/about someone ( in a good or bad way) which in turn leads to a lot of miscommunication and subliminal attacks. (not to mention hate anons? one of my moots just had her inbox flooded w/them recently, ew.)

you can lead a horse to water AND you can write a 500-word essay on the observations made on tumblr writers as a whole. (a long ass post on the truth on behalf of those feeling this too)

also, slapping a HEY LOOK AT ME! IM A WRITER WHO WANTS INTERACTION AND FRIENDS! on a blog is frankly embarrassing. it shouldn’t even take all that seeing how easy it is for others wanting the same thing.

or doing less to achieve the same result.

not to mention, yall shit on ppl who essentially feel this way altogether bc you peg them as sb who doesn’t “try” or just jealous when their own works are phenomenally written themselves. ive seen it. and ive lived it. never gave jealousy baby.

at the end of the day, we’re all writers— either longterm or hobbyists. (personally, im longterm) self-indulgent or not! and its absolutely amazing when people are being fair in how they spread love and feedback to their writers.

Secondly, its not news that people have to want to reblog your fics so that their followers can reblog, so they can reblog, and their followers can reblog and so forth. but ppl honestly dont care atp bc once they’ve already read it, they owe you nothing. and apparently asking for reblogs is crass and bold. (imma do it anyway) but putting your very all into a story just to turn and see a half-thought out hc soaring 3k in 2hrs and 5k in a day — you have to stfu, open your ass and take it. keep it cute!

you’re getting fucked after all!!

because if you complain—you’re just jealous and lazy and uncreative!! and i hate that to seem like a writer worth a damn, you have to change up your writing style every two weeks to fit in with trending waves.

“no more poetic long fics, nobody’s into that! short, snappy slutty shots are all the rage!” “ppl are only into these specific tropes but you can’t exceed 2k words!” “only add trending characters to these hcs! ppl love them only!” “don’t write too much about a specific character or else ill unfollow you!” its exhausting.

i am well within my right as a literary artist to desire more feedback and interaction on anything i put out. period. and you are too! 🫵

God, im tired of that stupid, ‘you have to enjoy your writing for yourself and not worry about notes’ line. i do love my writing! don’t get me wrong there’s nobody id rather write like if not myself fr. not to mention the inspiration i draw from famous literary authors. however, i would love feedback and the same energy that i see with others in my same caliber.

and when i see others that didn’t even try fr—its a slap in the face to put it bluntly.

i can want silly little comments and notes about something i cherish and put out for that reason and yall aren’t gonna make me feel bad about it. sorry! like yall really be making people feel shitty for wanting the same type of interactions you get! especially when its harmless, bye asf. nb want to recipe to ur peach cobbler b!

the only one giving push back are those appointed popular /top blogs n’ cliques tho. now personally, i honestly dgaf if you have 20 followers or 25k, writing is writing and if its good you should want to support it regardless of following count/interaction right?

unfortunately, and quite unsurprisingly its not the case for the rest of this hellhole lol. there’s always gonna be some “big blog” in any part of tumblr or any social media for that matter.

but when the sole purpose being on a site like tumblr to write is mainly exposure, then it just makes it ten times worse especially if it seems that these blogs are steady at the top of every. single. tag. and listen, i know how initially stupid that sounds but when you’ve picked up on patterns for as long as i have, well iykyk.

so imma be real bc no one else will, half of the posts that yall see with 25k notes have alr been done. just different characters, different words, different dialogue. And 8/10 its been done by sb who only received 100 notes. Thats the evil part. whats more is that it lacks the creativity the one post with 100-300 notes is filled with completely.

POP QUIZ! what post would readers be more inclined to read? — one that says 10k (ohhh that must be popular!) or the one with only 150 (oh i guess nb really liked that one) that no one is even willing to reblog for MORE. and BOOM. now yall wonder why so many great writers LEAVE, its a fucking joke.

so unfortunately its no longer only about or only on readers anymore. its about who you know and who you know is willing to support your fr. who is willing to REBLOG your fics for their friends and followers, so that their friends and followers can reblog. to fit in you actually have to get in these days and it makes it all less enjoyable. makes it a chore and if you aren’t ‘doing it right’ ultimately it makes you feel shitty about your writing. (Please don’t, you are doing amazing. its the platform.)

it makes people not want to jump into writing. it pushes away those who actually want to join writing communities and meet people without feeling like they have to jump thru hoops to thrive or worse—live in other ppls shadows. and then it deters those from speaking up in fear of being shut down by bigger groups. ive seen it happen time and time again.

lastly, and this is the juiciest part! you absolutely cannot say anything about any of this bc you’re complaining and a fisher just looking for attention and not someone who just want things to be fair all over. play the game, right? ( wrong. and if this is your logic, you suck! )

its no longer about making flashy banners and pretty themes. its no longer about how many clever directory links you add or how many games you initiate on your blog or whether or not you’ve reblogged your fic three times already. its about your “friends”, other mutuals, and blogs willing to support you too. not just the audience. audience gonna do what they want regardless. reblog, don’t reblog, whatever. “at least ive read it right?” but everyone knows this. duh! but it’s obvious who doesn’t care as long as they’re on top of that tag! its admirable in a way but it sucks for those wanting to break out and build some kind of readerbase and/or make friends.

TLDR; people need to stop being bias and be fair and open lol. stop picking favorites and share the love all around. you see another person writing your favorite character or trope, give them a fucking chance and reblog, regardless if they’re in your ‘circle’ / radar or not. regardless if you know them or not. hell, let them put you on to a new fandom. bc writing is writing and making new moots and finding new fics seem to be what everyone loves to showcase until its time to actually do it. no wonder people get discouraged to make friends and write, yall treat it like some kind of secret society when its supposed to be fun💀 not a competition. (yall need to dead this clique-y shit. )

#writers #writers of tumblr #WATCH EVERYONE SKIP OVER THIS DHDHDJDN #OH OH OH #and im black #LMAO THATS THE PUNCHLINE #so #all of this isnt only happening in a general writing fandom #but the little corner for my black people??#and in the corners of other minorities #IT HAPPENS HERE TOO DHGSGJG #nb is safe🙅🏾‍♀️#i thought we were escaping exclusivity?#and assumptions made about other people??#trust when i say this is NOT about anyone specific #just silly little observations #and pieces of my experiences #so any complaints #SHOVE IT SHOVE IT SHOVE IT!#will delete if this starts a revolt #or not bc i love chaos in the name of truth #i hope yall can feel the sarcasm this is kinda longer than i intended but i wanted to be as thorough as possible in my point #been working on this for a min #im not tagging as discourse bc this isn’t what this is #and if you treat is as such imma just assume you’re exactly who im talking about and keep it pushing🤷🏾‍♀️#just be better is all im saying #BYE I JUST CAUGHT SO MANY MISTAKES #the shame #i was caught up #but yall get it

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ch4osworld · 10 days

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THE PASSENGER

Chapter 7

Words:622 @cherry-4200 @adaizel

Ehi so ik it's been a lot since I last published, i just lost motivation to write, as my aot obsession came back. Honestly I was thinking of dropping this fic for a while, but something posessed me and i decided to continue it. Expect slow updates and probably some oneshots of another fandom(cough cough aot) in the meantime, hoping be good at characterizing the characters as my writing is pretty shitty.

Not proofread!

"What..." You said, eyes full of dread, and preoccupation. Lucifer didn't dare to say anything else, it was just you and him in silence. Not the comfortable one you were used to, no. This silence expressed dread, fear, hollowness. A thousand questions flooded your mind. What were you going to do? Can this be stopped? Will you fight or will you stay inside like you always did?

You finally mustered to courage to murmur something "What are we going to do?" Lucifer looked at you. You couldn't quite catch what he was feeling. His eyes were dark, full of apathy untill he replied "We're going to fight, that's what me and the others are going go do" what does he mean by him and the others? Was he planning to leave you here? Again? Seriously? Oh no you were going to have none of that "I'm coming too" you demanded coldly. He stared at you surprise "Oh no, nononononono. You are going nowhere near there. That's my business" "Your business? I am technically involved in that mess too it's also my business! I have all the right to go there and do something instead of always being the one at home doing nothing!" you caterwauled

It didn't take long for him to respond to your complains "Can't you understand! You are too important I can't risk you going there who knows what could happen to you! You don't know what you're talking about" "I do know what I am talking about!" You argued back as you defiantly crossed your arms across your chest "And so what if I get hurt! It's not like I am going to die for good anyways. Did you forget that I am technically still a human? There is no risk for me going there" "No risk?! NO RISK?! That is the whole point. You are still a human, do you have any idea how easy it is to hurt you? You should know better than anyone else how fragile humans are!" You were getting tired of arguing with Lucifer, you gave him a glance and shouted "You know what? Forget it, fine i'm not coming then. I'll just stay here acting like a damsel in distress like I always did! Now just leave me alone!" And you stormed off to your room.

Lucifer was in shock, he really didn't know what to do. You said you weren't going to go, but where your words to be taken with truth? He knew you too well, far too well peraphs. He really wanted to stop you, he really did, but oh were you making this hard for him. Deep down he knew he wouldn't make it, that's why he would try any way to make you stay inside. He went around, barricating every and any exit you could have used, before storming to his room and thinking of what else he could do.

You closed the door to your room, carefully locking it with your key. You could hear some rustling outside, who knows what he's up to now. You sighed, slowly making your way to your bed, throwing yourself on it. Ugh he could be so annoying sometimes, so overprotective...so selfish, going to that battle alone without you by his side, helping him. You looked at the fainth light coming from your slightly open window. You knew you couldn't make it, you probably would have died, but you don't care. You are not afraid to die, to sacrifice yourself for the ones you truly loved. You were going to go on that battle, and there was nothing Lucifer could do about it. You slowly closed your eyes, calmness lulling you to sleep, determined for what was to come.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #fem!reader #hazbin lucifer

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ghostchamber · 1 year

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a taste of rejection

octavinelle boys shoot their shot and miss horrifically (PLEASE twst fandom don’t eat me alive) this little post is very short and kinda angsty so beware. i cant write that well yet ok 😳

characters included: azul, floyd, jade.

azul ashengrotto

of course. he should’ve calculated this. what was he thinking? why’d he delude himself into believing that you’d love him back? he’s such a fool.

self depreciating thoughts like that filled his mind as you continuously apologised for the cold, straightforward rejection. azul can’t help but bite his lip, arms crossed tightly like he was trying to shield himself from you. it doesn’t take long for him to excuse himself, getting up from the arrangement he specially and meticulously prepared for this occasion.

please don’t look at him like that. don’t comfort him, especially after breaking him down. he doesn’t want you to see him. he doesn’t want to see you. despite the storm building up inside him, he can’t seem to stop himself from telling you that there were no hard feelings. he can’t bring himself to support that statement the next day however, when he practically gives you the cold shoulder and stays far, far away. whether or not he allowed himself to cry the night before, you wouldn’t know.

jade leech

ah. a fault on his part. apologies, he should’ve thought more thoroughly before asking something like that of you. to be his lover. …what a silly thing to think, indeed.

jade masks his hurt perfectly and swiftly. not a moment of shock and pain crosses his expression… half a second? that’s a different story. all he knows is that he will never be able to face you the way he used to ever again. his worst fear had come true. you had his unmasked self out on full display, and there was nothing you wanted in him. no qualities you saw in him befitting of a partner. he wonders, maybe you would like him better if he was… ah, no. he knows he mustn’t think like that.

you’ll find that he’s slightly more reserved the next day. he doesn’t even seem to see you as a friend, more an acquaintance. even he can’t hide the drastic change, relying on luck and hoping you wouldn’t corner him about it. jade hates lying to people he loves, so he’d simply have to tell the truth. but a part of him hopes that you care enough to attempt to maintain that special connection you had before. however, another part of him simply wants you gone. hm, he was never the best with emotions… maybe he’d just lie to himself and say that love for you didn’t exist.

floyd leech

…ugh. now he was really in a bad mood. … this wasn’t fair. how come he had to love you, but you saw him as some rowdy guy? this sucks. you suck. no way.. he wasn’t tearing up like some heartbroken fishy.

once again, floyd leech cannot seem to control his emotions. it has always been a… problem with him. everyone avoided him because of this factor, choosing to scramble back from the eel. but you… he thought you were different. you didn’t freak out and scatter like a sardine when he appeared in a hall, instead choosing to greet him if he struck up a conversation. he thought you loved him. or at the very least, liked him. wrong.

you got on well with everyone. of course he had to take that as a sign you were a friend. the cold and harsh rejection you served him was enough to prove he was an idiot, thanks. the emphasis on why he was unloveable was more than enough, thanks. …oh who is he kidding, he wouldn’t fall for someone like that. floyd had been a hopeless romantic ever since he saw that one movie about a couple. deep down inside, he hoped it would be just like that. too bad you knocked that dream out of him so fast, because it’d be a while since he’d call another his little shrimp. floyd doesn’t even leave his room for a while, opting to curl up on his bed and delete the hundreds of photos he took of him and his ‘shrimpy.’

#🌊 .·:*¨ the alchemist's performances ¨*:·. 🌊#twst x reader #octavinelle x reader #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech #jade leech #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst angst

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 7 months

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Here You Come Again [Epilogue]

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF, American Actor

Pairing: Elvis Presley × Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Original Female Characters, Priscilla Presley, Colonel Tom Parker, Vernon Presley, Gladys Presley, Minnie Mae Presley, Marci Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Red West, Sonny West, Marty Lacker, Joe Esposito, Charlie Hodge, Lamar Fike, Alan Fortas, George Klein, Memphis Mafia

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3120

Summary: When Addison Goodwin was seventeen years old her life was turned inside out after a chance encounter with her past.

Now, fifteen years later her life is the best it's ever been. She has a home, a good job and a daughter she loves more than anything in the world but will all that remain when an old familiar face rolls into town.

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Las Vegas, The International Hotel, Elvis In Vegas, 1970s, 1970s Elvis, Friends To Lovers, Rekindled Romance, Parenting, Time Line is Sketchy, Guilt, Betrayal, Teenage Pregnancy, Hawaii, Hidden Pregnancy, Jealousy, Sex, Absence of Parent, Single Motherhood, Trauma, Oral Sex, Tension

Notes: Well here it is the end of the series! I have absolutely loved writing this and I have loved how much you have loved reading it! So much so that even though my second part of the series is done I intend to keep writing for Addie and Elvis as there’s more to this story I wanna explore. So if there’s anything you want to see at any part of the timeline feel free to ask me! 💕

LINK TO ALL PARTS // LINK TO A03 // LINK TO PINTEREST

Addison stared at the baby in her arms, marvelling at how his long lashes danced along his plump cheeks before fluttering open, his sleepy blue eyes meeting hers as he stared up at her. He wriggled, offering her a yawn before his mouth fell into a toothless grin which she elected to believe was a similar feeling of adoration rather than gas.

‘That’s it,’ she smiled, ‘I’m in love.’

‘He is pretty cute,’ Elvis chuckled as he slipped onto the chair arm beside her offering his finger to the boy in his wife’s arms who took it, all five of his tiny fingers wrapping around his large one as he curled it under a slightly drool dampened chin. He didn’t really do babies, the last one he’d been around being his own daughter, but he couldn’t deny that the little boy in front of him was quite a cutie though he figured that was more to do with Marci’s looks than her husbands.

‘Isn’t he?’ Addison cooed, ‘look at those eyes. His little fingers. Oh E, he’s so cute.’

‘Almost makes you wanna do it all over again doesn’t it?’ Elvis chuckled leaning in to press a kiss on her temple. His words took her by surprise but she took it in her stride as she looked up at him, an eyebrow raised as she said, ‘oh yeah? Reckon you’re up to the job sailor?’

‘I think I could give it the old college try,’ Elvis said, his signature smirk splayed across his face as his hand moved to dance along the back of her neck causing a shiver to run down her spine so much so that she had to deflect that feeling by teasing him.

‘I don’t know,’ she mused smiling as he eyed her closely, ‘you are getting up there.’

‘Jerrys just had a baby,’ he countered making her smirk that he’d took her bait.

‘Jerrys seven years younger than you,’ Addison quipped.

‘You don’t think I could?’ he said his fingers tracing the back of her neck as she shrugged before he leaned in, his bright blue eyes darkening as he said, ‘maybe I’ll just have to show ya then.’

Addison was going to retort, match his banter toe for toe like she normally did, but her quipping was cut short as she heard a repulsed grumble from the couch next to them and found Lisa watching them with disgust as she said, ‘ugh you two are disgusting.’

‘Oh come on button head you should be thankful we’re still interested in one another,’ Elvis chuckled which grew louder as Lisa’s face grew more annoyed at the nickname. It had been something she had been insisting Elvis stopped calling her given she was nearly in double figures though given she’d spent years tormenting him with her own play on his moniker he had yet to yield to her wants.

‘No she’s right,’ Jess said as she joined her sister’s protests, ‘you two are disgusting.’

‘Oh calm down you two it’s not as though we’re serious,’ Addison said rolling her eyes as she shuffled the now wriggling baby into an upright position, his head nestling onto the shoulder opposite Elvis as he settled back to sleep.

‘We aren’t?’ Elvis asked though it escaped his lips without him meaning to. He hadn’t been serious, not initially, but seeing the way she handled the little bundle of joy in her arms had made something flutter inside him in a way he hadn’t felt before.

He watched as shock danced across her features though it was pushed away quickly as she took a deep breath and said, ‘well of course not? I mean I don’t know how you guys are handling it!’

‘At our old age you mean,’ Marci giggled from where she was sitting next to Jess and Addison thanked God she could look towards them instead of at Elvis who’s gaze she could feel watching her. She hadn’t anticipated him bringing up them having a baby and she certainly didn’t want to discuss it in front of anyone, so she clung to Marci’s offered sentiments and replied, ‘oh you know what I mean! I mean it was hard enough at seventeen and that was when I didn’t get tired at eight pm.’

‘Why do ya think we’ve invited you two to stay?’ Jerry smirked.

‘Oh don’t worry we’ll happy to help as much as we can,’ she said looking to Elvis who still appeared to be in his thoughts though he pulled out of them as she said, ‘right E?’

‘Do I have a choice?’ he teased making her roll her eyes.

‘Hey now,’ Marci chuckled, ‘that’s no way for a God father to act, is it?’

‘I’m God father?’ Elvis asked looking at Jerry as he moved to put his hand on Marci’s shoulder. It made his heart swell and it was enough to pull him out of the funk he had been falling into.

‘Like we’d ask anyone else but you two,’ Jerry said.

‘Thanks man,’ Elvis said moving to hug each of them in turn as Addison offered them a smile, choosing to remain seated so that her newborn godson wouldn’t disturb.

After the celebrations were offered out the day continued on at a relaxing pace. Whilst the girls fussed and fawned over the baby Elvis spent some time with his friend, assuring the new father about all of the worries he’d been too nervous to broach with anyone else. He didn’t need much convincing after all he’d been the one to get Elvis through his early steps of fatherhood himself and took care of his girls better than most blood-relatives ever could. Still as he thought about his friend embarking on this new chapter of his life he couldn’t help but think of the many chapters in his own, wondering if their next one might include their own bundle of joy.

It hadn’t been something they’d discussed. It had been hard enough to get to where they were today and the pair of them just seemed content with their family as it is. Yet he couldn’t help but wonder. He couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to share that with Addison, the way he hadn’t gotten to last time. He was still pondering it when he came into the guest bedroom finding Addison just finishing getting changed.

‘Hey,’ she said as he came into the room moving towards her in an instant as he wrapped his arms around her watching her face break into a smile as he nuzzled into her neck, the scent of her freshly spritzed perfume tickling his nostrils.

‘Hi,’ he said, feeling as though he had barely seen her in weeks though it had been less than an hour. As her hands rested on top of his arms he revelled in the feel of her. Lisa had been right to be disgusted. The way he longed to be consumed by every inch of her all the time surely couldn’t have been normal and yet he couldn’t help himself. Since the moment she had walked into his life he had felt tethered to her, only happy whenever she was within proximity, their love and adoration for one another not dimming over the years they had been together.

She tapped his arms, making him loosen his grip as she turned around allowing him to keep her close as she put her hands on his chest, fiddling with the zipper on his jacket.

‘I said we’d go out to eat our treat,’ she said, enjoying the soothing circles he was rubbing on her back.

‘Oh ya did huh?’ Elvis chuckled, ‘big shot Schilling can’t spring for a nice dinner?’

‘Oh hush,’ Addison chastised making him roll his eyes. She knew he was only kidding but ever since the happy couple had chosen to relocate to California in an effort to help both their careers Jerry had found himself the butt of his friend’s jokes though she knew that was only because he had been sad to lose his friend. In fact he’d probably been more put out at Jerry moving on than Addison had to lose Marci a second time around.

‘I’m just kiddin’,’ Elvis said.

‘I know but don’t you go making any jokes at dinner. I don’t want Mar feeling bad about it, hell, I only suggested it because she looked so frazzled at the idea of catering for our rabble and seeing to Billy,’ Addison admitted.

‘Aw you old softy,’ Elvis chuckled.

‘I’m not soft,’ Addison protested making him raise an eyebrow, ‘I just remember how hectic it can all be and without Mar I wouldn’t have got through so, I’m here to help.’

At her words Elvis’ smile dimmed, his eyes growing stormier as she observed him. It was the look he had been sporting before, the one she had only peeked at for fear of getting onto a topic she didn’t know she was ready for but seeing him lost in his thoughts she figured there was no time like the present.

‘Are you okay?’ she asked pulling him back to reality as his brows knitted together and he said, ‘yeah why?’

‘You seemed upset…’ she said dropping her gaze as she mumbled, ‘before…when I said I didn’t want another baby.’

‘Oh yeah I guess,’ Elvis said, the evenness in his tone making her feel more secure in broaching the subject and she looked back up to find him watching her, ‘I suppose I hadn’t really thought about having another one until now…well not properly at least.’

‘And? What do you think?’ she said chewing on her lip nervously.

‘I dunno,’ he said honestly, ‘I guess having a baby around would be nice.’

‘Well Jess is seventeen you never know,’ Addison joked attempting to lighten the mood though Elvis’ face went deathly serious making her nerves turn to amusement as he said, ‘not funny.’

‘I had a baby at seventeen,’ she challenged giggling as he pulled her towards the bed, sitting her on his lap, his arms still looped around her as he said, ‘you’re the exception.’

They were quiet for a moment the pair of them pondering what they wanted to say though Elvis seemed to get his thoughts into line quickest as he said, ‘so no baby?’

‘Do you want one?’ Addison asked. It had been the first direct question she’d uttered, enjoying skirting around the idea just in case he told her something she wasn’t ready for. If somehow the past few years he’d managed to sneak his long-standing yearning to add to their brood past her.

‘I don’t know,’ he shrugged, ‘it might be nice.’

‘You’re not the one pushing it out,’ Addison said trying to keep the tone light once more but Elvis noticed she was deflecting and gave her a pointed look which made her sigh, ‘I guess I hadn’t really thought about it.’

‘You’d thought about it more than me,’ he challenged given the way she’d been so quick to brush his suggestion off.

‘Like I said you’re not the one pushing it out,’ she said hoping he’d see she hadn’t been harbouring something from him but rather it was always more present in her mind whether because she was a woman or because she’d already had an unexpected pregnancy she didn’t know. Elvis’ grip tightened on her hip, holding her steady as he expected her to continued. She paused before she spoke, her fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck nervously.

‘There’s just such a big age difference,’ she said feeling a touch lighter as her first concern floated out between them.

‘There’s ten years between Jess and Lisa,’ he challenged.

‘I know, I know,’ she said, ‘but we lucked out with them. I mean they both had time to be only children. Who knows how they’d react to a baby. Hell who knows how we’d react to a baby. I mean we’re older now.’

‘Yeah I guess you’re right,’ Elvis said seeing the point she was making. Both his girls had gotten time to enjoy their childhoods, it had made them appreciate gaining a sibling along the way, and though he knew they probably wouldn’t mind he couldn’t attest to it. And he understood what she meant about being older. He was by no means an old man but he couldn’t deny chasing his daughters around Graceland had been significantly easier when he was in his thirties.

‘But?’ Addison asked sensing there was still more to his expression.

‘I dunno,’ he shrugged, ‘I guess I just feel left out.’

‘How do you figure?’ she asked with genuine confusion.

‘Well I know I got the baby thing with Lisa and you got it with Jess but you said that was hard-’

‘I was a clueless kid,’ Addison said remembering how she’d muddle through the best she could.

‘Exactly. And I could’ve been around more when Lisa was little. I guess what I’m getting at is that it would be nice to do it again and enjoy all those bits we missed first time around you know?’ he said looking at her with a smile, ‘to get to do it with you.’

‘I get that,’ she said earnestly.

‘But?’ Elvis asked using her own tactic against her. If she could read his expressions well there was no doubt he could do the same and he could tell from the way she was gnawing on her lip there was more to what she was saying.

‘But I just feel like we put our lives on hold you know and now we get to have each other I’m not sure I’m willing to do it again…is that selfish?’ she asked.

‘No, it’s not selfish. I get it,’ he said as his hand moved up from her hip to her neck, his thumb dancing along her jawline making her swallow. It was a comfort though it didn’t quell the feeling inside her much. To feel those things was one thing, to openly admit a baby would be a hinderance was another.

‘I love our girls you know I do,’ she said feeling the overwhelming need to explain even though he’d already given her a pardon.

‘I know,’ he murmured.

‘But I don’t want to put our lives on hold for another eighteen, twenty years you know? I mean do you wanna be sixty when our baby goes off to college?’ she reasoned making him think. Of course he had thought about all the nice things that went with a child, the cuddles, the adoration, the laughter but he hadn’t given much thought to the other stuff. The screaming, the crying, the constant worrying you were doing it all right. Not to mention this time he’d be doing it with two other kids in tow. Jess was soon to be headed into a new phase in her life, one they had no blue print for, and though he and Addison were well versed in teenagers he doubted his little Lisa would be quite as easy to handle as her predecessor. Throw in a screaming baby and suddenly the idea didn’t seem as appealing as it once had.

‘You know I hadn’t really thought about it like that,’ he admitted.

‘I thought not…but it’s not just that. I mean we already have plenty of things with the kids left to look forward to,’ she said.

‘You think?’ he asked, again unlike his wife he didn’t really contemplate these things though he could tell from the smile on her face she had.

‘Yeah, but at least with that stuff we’ll still be able to have moments to ourselves,’ she said.

‘Yeah? What kind of things?’ he asked genuinely intrigued at what had been rattling around that pretty little head of hers.

‘Just stuff you know? Like I wanna drop Jess off at college but then I want to be able to go on vacation immediately after it so we can try and forget how much we miss her,’ she said making him smile, ‘and I wanna take Lisa to her first school dance and watch you have a heart attack when she meets a boy she likes.’

‘No thanks, been there with Jess,’ he grumbled making her roll her eyes before she placed her forehead against his, her voice dropping to a whisper as she said, ‘and I want to wake up at two in the afternoon and spend the entire day with you...makin’ babies.’

‘Yeah?’ he said with a breathy chuckle.

‘Yeah,’ she confirmed, ‘I just want to enjoy our time together…we missed enough already.’

‘I know,’ he nodded softly against her.

He could see it now, her reluctance. More to the point after what she had explained he was feeling it himself. He had no doubt that if a baby was the way their life panned out they’d not mind it that much. But if he had to choose, if he had to make a decision about what he wanted out of this life, it’d be her. He’d always choose her. She seemed to notice he’d accepted her views and adopted them as his own as she pulled back, her worry melting from her face as she looked at him.

‘Besides how are we going to find the time to have a baby when you promised me a round the world trip?’ she said, leaning back as she clung onto him by his neck, his hands moving to hold her steady.

‘We’ve already been to Europe and South America how much more of the world do you wanna see?’ he mused.

‘That was touring it doesn’t count,’ she said dismissively.

‘Oh so I’ve gotta take you again?’ he asked unable to stop himself from smiling at her. He loved her when she was like this. Though their relationship had grown leaps and bounds over the past few years, finally being allowed the chance to, deep down it was always just this. A simple thing, two best friends in love.

‘Yep,’ she said with a giggle as he pulled her in for a kiss. It was short and sweet though when she pulled back the mirth that had adorned her face was gone.

‘You okay?’ he asked.

‘You’re sure right? I mean ten, fifteen years down the line you aren’t going to decide we should’ve and regret it right.’

‘Addie, I love our family and I’d love anyone else that came along just as much,’ he said, his hand cupping her jaw as his thumb stroked the soft skin of her cheek, ‘but I choose us.’

‘Promise?’ she asked.

‘Promise,’ he confirmed, ‘Addie, I’d choose us every damn time.’

‘Me too.’

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eccentric-nucleus · 2 months

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so i signed up for that 404 media mailing list b/c i mean, why not. so now i am also getting emails from them and so far it has not been too annoying. several articles about various food delivery aggregators using bizarre ai-generated food photography, that kind of thing.

the thing i got today was about people on etsy making bespoke hardcover editions of fanfiction (not their own, just whatever fanfic is popular) and selling them. apparently a lot of draco/hermione fanfiction.

from the article:

“due to the seemingly unstoppable monetization of fandom and the sheer volume of illegal fan bindings being sold, I will be pulling all my works within the next few days,” they wrote on Tumblr. “thank you to those of you who worked so hard trying to keep fandom free and to all of you who supported my writing. it was fun while it lasted”

“I hate these shitty vultures who are destroying fandom spaces to make money before moving onto the next grift once we are burned to the ground,” a Redditor wrote in a thread about the announcement. “Vultures is exactly what they fucking are,” someone else replied.

it has been super weird to see fandom becoming more and more monetizable. i remember when even the suggestion that somebody might be exchanging money for product would get people kicked off fanfic sites. even running charity drives for fan in exchange for charity receipts was considered risky and dangerous! and now there's a bunch of people like "ugh ao3 is so annoying; why don't they let me post links to my commission form on my fics". money slowly and insidiously making its way into the fandom entity.

(i've actually had multiple people tell me they've gotten commissions inspired by my fics, or ask me if i take take money for writing further chapters of w/e fic, and it's always such a weird thing. that used to be such an out-there stance to take and now there are plenty of people that... i mean, i've just been posting about scribblehub. a large part of that site is absolutely hosting porn fanfic with patreon links attached. now it's a Market.)

i do feel like just saying that economic interests inevitably hollow out all hobbyist communities and turn them into empty enclosures filled with advertising is a little doomerist of me, but oof it's hard to see the increasing monetization of these spaces as anything other than another threat to any real community

there's this old saying about the difference between an author and an agent is that an author genuinely wants people to read their work. part of the value of getting published is so people see something you cared about making, not just the money. the agent is there to be a dispassionate advocate so that they can actually make money off of their work, b/c the author is kind of biased there. everybody having to be their own agent just kinda sucks for a lot of reasons

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adasknife · 7 months

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gonna complain again (because that is all I do). i feel like some interpretations of the aeon ship is so gross. sometimes they are just based off the dragon lady and chinese doll which is... ugh. they make leon like jerk who is only obsessed with ada's tits, he only forgives her for giving him a tease. and even ada gets a mistreated by that same thing, falling in love with leon and making her a weak woman or a dominant girl to press on leon's balls. i saw a stupid post in tiktok (because i am always on tiktok) saying that leon needed ada's red dress to fall and try to discredit the cleon ship. i... i am just so tired.

they accidentally make leon a jerk that falls for women who gives him attention (a single kiss) and people then say ada and leon spend more time together which- sure. but ada faked her death for six years and leon didn't see her. and we never see them actually in love, they just seem forced to be in love because of the writing. teasing each other with sex (apparently the only thing they share in common)

leon obviously has an ideal version of ada. he wanted to be a hero and prove to himself that not all people are bad. but people are like: real love, baby <3

god! i wish these characters were platonic because that's what ada needed. she never needed a lover to save her soul- she could save herself. she feels guilty of her sins and she doesn't need leon defending her actions only because she is hot or because he loves her. it's the friendship. the love of friends. something that ada needed for so long.

i feel guilty of talking about ada with leon because that's all she has. sometimes i want to talk about leon but i can't. i'm pissed with the lack of ada. like legit pissed (like how many times have i wrote of this).

anyways have repeated this so many time as well, fans saved the ship. some actually try with them which is good. but yeah... until we see another repeated rant.

edit: even remake luis gets sad edits, he is only in one game (and one dlc) and he seems to get more appreciation outside of his ship (leon x him). all her sad edits are: boo hoo, leon and her. i only saw one edit and that edit is what motivated me to be pissed. she has potential of canon and fandom love but there is nada pero un pinche leon.

#resident evil #ada wong #i just care about them so much #rants... again #*sigh*#i want to stop believe me... but thats all i see #ada? apparently not

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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could you possibly do a dating lip gallagher headcanons or just more lip stuff in general? absolutely love your work!!

Thank you so so so so so so much nonnnie mouse! This made my afternoon. I plan to do more stuff for Lip Gallagher, but yes, yes of course. I will happily answer this too!

Also, sorry it took me a bit. Had a lot of stuff going on over the weekend. A lot.

Warnings ; mentions of the devils lettuce, mentions of fighting, the rest is tooth rotting fluffy.

Tag List ; There's nobody on my shameless taglist. However, if you'd like to be on my taglist for Shameless - or any of the other bajjillion fandoms I write for all you have to do is tell me to add you or go -> here and add yourself.

Other Stuff ; pinned - rules/fandoms + some of the characters I write for | requests ; open - headcanon asks, filth or fluff alphabet (one character + up to 3 letters, specify whether fluff or filth) and absolutely no wrestlers in my ask bc I am not writing wrestling rn. | send me things pls and thanks

✯ L-O-Y-A-L… With a capital L. I mean… we all saw the hell he let Karen drag him through, right? But he stuck around until he just couldn’t anymore. Basically, what I’m trying to point out is that Lip Gallagher is fiercely loyal to the ones he cares about / loves the most.

✯ Territorial af. You don’t have to worry at all about some weirdo at a bar trying to chat you up or buying you drinks when you didn’t ask or catcalling or lurking, any of that. It’s almost eerie how Lip always somehow senses when you’re feeling uncomfortable ™ in a situation involving another person because he’ll materialize outta fucking nowhere with that lazy smirk and a cigarette dangling between his lips. He’ll pull you closer and kind of scoff at the other guy like “Seriously, bro? You really tried, poor idiot.” or… If he catches the guy trying to invade your space or slip something into your drink, he’s not a stranger to starting an all out brawl.

✯ Okay, listen… Lip seems cocky and all that jazz but the boy is astoundingly lacking in the confidence department. So sometimes he just needs to be reminded that he’s the only guy you want. AKA, this boy will sometimes get jealous outta nowhere, for no real reason.

✯ Here’s the other side of the coin to the above… That’s only if you really matter to him. If you’re just a fling and he’s already got one out the door, he will not be bothered at all so trying to make him jealous just to make him want you more will most likely blow right up in your face. If he’s not attached, he’s not going to magically catch feelings. And what you’ve done is only going to make him put distance between you guys so much quicker.

✯ Taking care of you is his love language. Like… it’s harder for him to really say the words, but his actions -or lack thereof if you’re involved in a fwb thing or you’re a fling who caught feelings, those will prove just how much he really does love you. And he shouldn’t have to say it constantly, amirite? The poor guy just doesn’t do well saying the words because the words themselves are empty in his eyes, it’s the meaning and the actions, the intent behind the words.

✯ So, so so so supportive. And if you’re struggling with something -like say schoolwise, he’ll do literally anything he can to help you get what you want, but… He’s not gonna sit back and do it for you. He’ll help you as much as possible though.

✯ He’s not loaded with money BUT… he can come up with some of the most creative date nights.

✯ Lip + kids… Ugh fuck me uppppp. It’s so fucking sweet, watching him with kids.

✯ Very blunt. So if you really don’t want to know something, it’s better not to ask him. He’ll be gentle but he’s just… Really candid and honest. Speaks his mind a lot and has no trouble doing it, either. If you’re being stupid or a brat, he will tell you. If something doesn’t look that great on you, he will gently tell you that maybe it’s not a good idea to wear it.

✯ Sitting in his lap and shotgunning the smoke from a joint. Ahhhhh. When you’re both giggly and touchy feely.

✯ Always has to be touching you. Very huge into snuggling when you’re sharing a bed or couch or whatever and asleep.

#lip gallagher #lip gallagher imagine #lip gallagher fanfiction #lip gallagher headcanons #lip gallagher x you #lip gallagher x you imagines

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goodstories08 · 2 years

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Jealousy Jealousy

Luke Dunphy X Male Reader

Request: No

Description: Luke and Y/n had best friends for a little while, always together and almost inseparable but one thing can screw with a friendship. That thing is jealousy, but Luke wasn’t jealous of anything Y/n had. He was rather jealous of the things that Y/n gave to others, and that was his attention.

“Hey Y/n I don’t know how I feel about this guy,” Andrew said with an actual look of concern on his face. Y/n rolled his eyes, ever since his brother got back from his military deployment all he did was stick his nose in his brothers business. And currently that business was Luke Dunphy, the only friend that Andrew had not met and the one he was most worried about. “Why Andrew?! It’s fine he’s nice and just a friend!” Y/n shouted before stepping out of the car and shutting the door.

The window of the car slowly rolled down causing Y/n to roll his eyes, a small smile growing on his face. He loved how protective his brother was but it always got annoying. All that mattered was that he was back at home and safe. “Just use protection,” Y/n’s eyes went wide but before he could turn to yell at his older brother the car was already halfway down the street. He shook his head and continued down toward the Dunphy’s front porch. He walked up to the wooden door and knocked, “Hey come inside, just be quiet. My family is here and I’m not really supposed to have anyone over.” Y/n nodded and walked inside, Luke following close behind, so close he could take in the shorter males sweet scent. As the two ran up the stairs Y/n slipped on that one dam step that he slips on every time. “Damit I gotta fix that step, Hey Luke buddy! You ok?” Luke quickly shoved Y/n up the stairs and into his room, he covered his mouth with his hand, “Yea dad, I’m fine just ugh… tired. I’ll come down for dinner in a bit.”

Luke finally realized the position the two were in, he also noticed the slight blush creeping up on both of thier cheeks. “Ugh um sorry,” Luke muttered before falling back on his bed and pulling a bean bag over himself, to hide what was growing in his pants. Y/n didn’t seem to notice and just sat down, which Luke was thankful for. You see waitlist this year when he met Y/n he immediately new something was different about him. The way he made Luke feel was just like every other girl he had a crush on previously. And when he found out Y/n was gay it really made him question things about himself.

“So you wana play some PlayStation or what?” Y/n asked trying to break the silence, Luke looked up and smiled. “Yea sure.” Y/n happily grabbed the controllers from Luke’s dresser and threw one to him, “Alright, Mortal Kombat?” Luke nodded as the shorter male fell back onto the bed, using Luke’s legs as pillows. Y/n snuggled into the bed and began to beat the hell out of Luke in mortal kombat. “Holy shit how are you so good!” Luke screamed as he lost yet another game, “I play a lot with my brother. I’m gonna go use the bathroom real quick I’ll be back.”

Y/n left the room leaving Luke sitting alone to his thoughts. As he sat in silence something buzzed on his bed. He shook the sheets and Y/n’s phone fell out onto the floor. He knew it was wrong to look but he couldn’t help it, his hands were already on the phone looking through it. A message popped up from some guy named Andrew. “Who the fuck?!” Luke muttered under his breath, his eyes read through the message. “Pick you up at 8? Who is this guy,” Luke felt something brewing inside him, was it anger, or fear. No, no it was something else, Luke Dunphy was jealous of this guy Andrew. Jealous that he was texting Y/n and not him. Jealous that he couldn’t have Y/n to himself.

“Hey so… what are you doing Luke!?” Y/n yelled while reaching for his phone, Luke put it behind him and held the shorter male back. “Who’s Andrew huh?” Luke quietly yelled in a raspy voice, on the brink of tears. “Luke what’s wrong, he’s my brother. Why do you care so much,” Y/n asked, Luke looked up at his friend, his beautiful eyes filled with concern. “Luke!,” Y/n clapped infront of his friends face, “Come on what’s wro…”

Y/n’s eyes went wide as he took in the feeling of Luke’s lips on his. The taller male pulled back after a few seconds, butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. “I’m sorry I just…” Y/n cut his friend off by wrapping his arms around his neck and connecting their lips once more. Eventually the sloppy kiss turned to a passionate one as the two started to move in sync. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” Luke let out causing Y/n to giggle. “So have I.” Luke pulled Y/n in by the waist and fell back onto his bed.

Y/n straddled Luke’s waist, moaning a bit as Luke moved to kiss Y/n’s neck. “Luke I..” The two were both blushing messes but nothing could beat how red Y/n turned when Luke finally took his shirt off. “Oh…” Y/n smiled a bit as Like pulled him close once more.

The bedroom door slammed open, Haley screamed. “Oh my god ewww Luke lock the door!!!” Luke rushed to pull his shirt on while attempting to hide Y/n under the blanket, until he realized about half his family stood there. “Luke I’m… I can’t… what do I even say,” Claire mumbled while turning to Mitchel who was giggling. “I knew it. I’m sorry Claire I could tell if my nephew was gay I just never said anything.” Mitchell continued to laugh while the two boys turned reader that before.

After an awkward conversation with Luke’s parents and his nosy family who were listening. Y/n kissed Luke goodbye, “Well at-least your family approves, sad they had to find out that way.” Luke smiled and hugged his new boyfiend, “See you tomorrow?”

“Yea sure,” Y/n said while skipping of to his brother’scar witch waited at the end of the driveway. “So you gonna tell me what that kiss was,” Andrew asked causing Y/n to smile. “Ok he may just be a bit more than a friend.”

#luke dunphy #modern family #gay #lgbtq #x male reader #lukedunphyxmalereader

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sorcerous-caress · 5 months

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Don't worry I'm definitely not rushing!! There's so much content and I'm still learning- stuff like wizards and warlocks scare me since they seem so complicated so I've been using Karlach and Lazael since they seem more straight forward for now. Astarion is definitely my favorite playstyle though- I've always loved Ninjas so being able to do 2 bonus actions is...*so* nice! Yeah- I can't say I'm surprised at the fixation 😅

Admittedly, I do absolutely adore him and am looking forward to writing for him; already have a fic in progress in fact- but I've seen a very similar thing happen to another character where he's either made entirely negative and insane or entirely positive and has to be "protected" when it's really a mix of both. Some parts of fandom I think are just like that 😅 Glad I found here and other more indie blogs who focus on npcs and niches though too so I get a wider variety!!

I'm so weak to being patronized and being talked to all condescending like and I just imagine this mean, bully male drow just targeting this crybaby Human in camp. They try to act all tough, but the drow just knows they're being a brat so he'll put them in their place. He's so damn *mean*- and he only gets worse when they run to their camp mates for help, or to hide. He steals your diary, telling you to "come get it" in a note he leaves them and they have no choice but to reluctantly leave their camp mates tent to go into the forest. It's dark- and even with their weapons, the Human's hypervigilant- but they still get taken off guard. Pulled back against a tree by their fragile little throat. Reading their most personal thoughts to blackmail them- ugh. Their crush in camp- how desperate they are, maybe even their secret kinks and desires? Gods, I'm so weak.

Oh God- or imagine a Human who's *scared* of the dark? Or a Drow who makes them scared of the dark by constantly frightening them during it? The predator/prey dynamic? *Please*. Also, self-indulgent(like all this *isn't* lmao-) because I'm sick atm and can't take large pills but Drow watching a Human work themself up to taking the medicine and just- taking it himself and then kissing them to force it in their mouth, not breaking it till they swallow, purple fingers dragging down their throat to make them shiver and raise thier shoulders. You've ruined me author. I can't do this. 😭 When I transfer my side blog to my new main blog I may have to write something for this dynamic because of you. So glad I could make your day a little brighter like you do ours lovely! Thank you for all that you do, as always! Sorry this is so long- the writer inspiration hit out of nowhere lol ❤️ -S

Fuck yeah ninja Astarion, let's fucking go!

That sounds wonderful anon, feel free to share your fic whenever you're finished <3 I'm sure it will be amazing.

And god yes, you get it, the whole human kink thing. Especially how condcending the elves would be with it, fuck especially the drows who already think they're above other elves.

Like maybe the other species keep their restraints a bit while in the party with the human, as much as their mind runs wild, they attempt to show some decorum and dignity. Only act like the perverts they are when the human isn't watching.

But once the male drow joins them? He's picking on the pathetic little human on his first day. Pulling and picking at your clothes, asking if humans really just walk around wearing slutty clothes all day?

He probably gets off on tormenting you, reminding you how he's hundreds of years older than you so you should shush your pretty little mouth and let him do what he wants, afterall aren't you humans so obsessed with showing respect for age? Then show him the respect he deserves whenever he pulls you on his lap, out of the blue and without a care to whoever is watching.

It's like second nature to him how casually he demeans your entire being, everything you ever hoped to achieved he probably has already, every place you wanted to see or travel to he has already seen, most historical events you read about he has lived through himself.

So in every way, he tells you that he clearly better than you. So don't go whining whenever he steals your diary and taunts you with all of your embarrassing secrets, or whenever he takes something precious from you and make you beg for him to give it back.

He teaches you some words in drow elvish, excepts they're completely not what he told you they meant. Watching you confidently call yourself his personal slut when you thought you were saying something else. Refuses to give you his name, makes you use all of these titles that are so humiliating to yell outloud midbattle, but he won't help you if you don't use them so poor you.

#♡human kink #♡drow kink #♡male drow #♡human reader #♡-S

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Urie for the character ask :3

AJOWOEWPRKOWOEKDKEK yes i’m normal about him

My first impression: i didn’t like any of the quinx squad but i think i liked him slightly more than the others

My impression now: yeah i love him so much he’s an asshole sometimes but i love him also he’s just like me fr (is that a problem)

Favorite thing about that character: he’s such an asshole and i love him. i think he’s a really good picture of someone who puts too much pressure on themself to be the best i have a thing for characters like that i guess

Least favorite thing: i’m trying so hard to think of something…i would always want to see more of him ofc, and in the anime his story was kinda skimmed over if yk what i mean? like i felt there were gaps in his development in the manga too but the whole ending of re was rushed so i don’t complain too much. but in the anime? there’s like minimal sign of discontent until the coup against furuta. and in the manga i loved that he and saiko visited the chateau in the epilogue but the manga makes it seem like they never talked again.

Favorite line/scene: the “we’ll just become terrorists” line

Favorite interaction that character has with another:

for a while urie was really angry with haise for leaving the squad especially after shirazu’s death, but i think this moment showed urie making peace with what happened and understanding of kaneki, as well as accepting peace with the ghouls and rejecting what the ccg had him thinking

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: kaneki and kuroiwa. i want to see him make peace with his past and himself so bad :(

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: i thought of this while i was writing this, as i said i have a type, i love to see a character who puts too much pressure on themself so for that reason i will compare him to mello. both my fav characters from their respective medias, both yearning to be the best, working so hard, and facing the mental consequences. burning rage. ugh theyre so me…

A headcanon about that character: yall know i think about this man daily. i think he really likes studying random things, like stuff like history, philosophy, poetry. more than people may think, he’s an academic at heart (not projection..). he loves reading but don’t tell sasaki

A song that reminds of that character: bullet with butterfly wings by the smashing pumpkins

An unpopular opinion about that character: sometimes i think my unpopular opinion is that i like him at all ☹️ yall just dont get him no one gets him like i do.

Favorite picture:

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#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul :re #tgre #urie kuki #quinx squad

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bombcollar · 21 days

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I was tagged by @go-go-devil!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I currently have 151.

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

327,526

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently the most recent fics I wrote have been for Cadence of Hyrule but I've also recently written for Iconoclasts and Pokemon.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Ferris Wheel (Bugsnax, Snorplo) - 248

Gemini (Bugsnax, body horror) - 169

Imitation Beef (Bugsnax, continuation of a canon scene) - 165

Imago (Elden Ring, Miquella wakes up as a big bug) - 154

Field Notes (Bugsnax, AU, cosmic horror) - 148

5. Do you respond to comments?

I always try to, even if it's just to say thanks.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh god probably one of my bugsnax fics... bugsnax really was ripe for angst. Both One Last Dance and Weary end in the implication that everybody has succumbed to the snax. I tend to leave things on more ambiguous notes than angsty, so even if the characters are in a sad or desperate situation it's uncertain what's going to happen to them next.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Sleep is Dark Souls III fic that implies the age of dark is actually a good thing and Lorian and Lothric survive to see it after all they've been through. I know I have written other happy things but this one is very hopeful.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten a couple shitty comments or ones where I was just like, I have no idea what you're trying to communicate to me, but they're extremely rare and I just delete them if I do get them.

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

I do not write smut. Just not my thing.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

Not often, I have a few Fromsoft crossovers but I did write a Bugsnax/Nier Automata fic that never got finished. That's Between My Teeth.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, quite a few. Ao3 user Dashana in particular has translated a number of my Iconoclasts fics to Russian. I will probably never say no to having a fic translated if it helps it reach a larger audience, especially because I tend to pick niche fandoms or subjects.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have, with @malicious-fisheeves and with @wheeled-jack as well as some other friends who don't really use tumblr.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I really don't feel that strongly about ships much of the time but I do really like Wally/May from Pokemon RSE/ORAS and Gwyndolin/Darkmoon Knightess from Dark Souls.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Ugh I have this Mochi Mayhem rewrite thing in the works but I just can't seem to make any progress on it. I may put it out there unfinished but the problem is I have a big chunk of the beginning done and then a scene at the very end and nothing in the middle lmao.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I'm really good at building dread. I personally think I'm good at writing platonic and familial character relationships, and writing characters who might be antagonists but who are complex and sympathetic.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have some trouble when it comes to writing incidental side characters that might serve a purpose for one scene but aren't really that important.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I really enjoy writing dialogue, it's one of my favorite parts of the process.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I wrote a Rayman 3 fic about some OCs of mine probably back in 2003 or something. It was about these griffin-like creatures that had the powerups tested on them and it fucked them up because they were flesh and blood rather than made of cloth like the Hoodlum enemies are. They were trying to escape the facility they were kept in. Unfortunately I do not think it's still posted on my old ff.net account so it may be lost media.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I'll always be extremely proud of Monarch Sunrise (the bugsnax timeskip cruise fic) for the sheer scale of it (as far as my fics go) and for all the help I had plotting and editing it.

This is a tough question to answer though because I'm really happy with many of them. I'd say my favorite thing I've written lately is Lyre Lyre, my Octavo backstory fic, because I think it does a good job of laying out his situation in a concise and entertaining manner, like he's telling this story to a crowd.

as for tagging folks uhhh how about @wheeled-jack @mumagi @disco-descent

#ask games

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btr-rewatch · 6 months

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Big Time Rush Season 1, Episode 1: "Big Time Audition" PART 1

Well, here we go! I'm super excited to be revisiting this show after so many years. I was so deep in the fandom back when the show was on, but it feels like going into it with a blank slate at this point. I have no idea what the fandom is like anymore and also forgot so many of the episodes. Ugh, I wish I could remember what my BTR blog from like 2011 used to be called (and if it even still exists; I might have deleted it). It'd be so cool to take a look at it.

I'm gonna try to just jump right in here. A few things first: I'll be pausing the episodes perodically as I watch in order to write up my posts on here, so it'll be a very "real-time" depiction of my experience, lol. Posts will also always be put under a "read more" on account of length.

Y'all the smile on my face at just the beginning few seconds of the episode. It brings me right back to 2009, watching the premiere with my sister. And I love how there's really no time wasted in making it loud and clear what each of the boys' roles are in the group and what their personalities are like.

Kendall's first line is literally a little motivational pep talk. He's trying to motivate them to do something that's going to get them into trouble, but still...it's in character. (btw, I will absolutely be focusing in on Kendall's character development—and my criticisms of it—as I move through the series)

Anyway, continuing on down the line: Logan counters Kendall's words with math, thus promptly labeling him as The Nerd of the group. Carlos jumps at the chance to cause some chaos (very Carlos. he was my favorite, btw) and James is just not paying attention to any of it. He's just standing there preening.

James is another one who changes a good deal from this first episode, I think. I mean, if I'm remembering correctly, he stays sort of self-absorbed and concerned with his looks, but not quite to THIS degree.

Also, the guys all work well together and fit, but I can't help but wonder how this group came together. It's such an oddball mixture of extreme personalities that you'd be hard-pressed to find in real life. In fact, if it were real life, they probably wouldn't be able to tolerate each other at all, let alone be friends. But that's the beauty of the show.

They do all eventually help Carlos turn the sprinklers on.

Troublemakers. Oh! And I spy plaid on Kendall. He wears plaid in like every episode, doesn't he? I remember that being a thing.

Logan's hair looks very dark. Was it dyed for this episode? I don't remember it being that dark.

I'm only ONE MINUTE into this episode. Yikes; these are going to be long posts, aren't they?

Yes, Carlos gives James the helmet right before they get pummeled by the mob of angry girls! Kendall knows James has to protect his face! Just a little over a minute in, and we have a leader of the group firmly established.

GUSTAVO AND KELLY!!!

I love him.

Meanwhile, the guys are nursing their injuries back at Kendall's house. It's so funny to me the way that Kendall seems to have the rest of them (mainly Carlos?) "trained" in a way? He tells Carlos to give James the helmet, and Carlos does do without hesitation. Then, when James starts dancing on the couch, all he has to do is say Carlos's name, and Carlos tackles James to the floor.

But when you've got a group of buddies like that, someone has to step up and take the reins, and that someone is Kendall Knight.

Look at these goofballs smiling as Carlos and James beat each other up.

The FLIP PHONES

Amazing. This show already kind of feels like a fun little time capsule.

I'd be remiss to not talk about this specific moment (when James and Carlos are throwing hands again) that I recall the fandom latching onto back in the day. As things start spiraling and glass starts flying, Logan simply calls Kendall's name, and Kendall immediately runs to Logan's side.

This is the point in which I probably start overanalyzing, but. Well, that's half the fun of this project, isn't it?

It speaks volumes about who Kendall is, what his role is in the group, and how the other three (especially Logan) look at him. Things are getting out of hand, and Logan is overwhelmed. So what does he do? Simply call for Kendall to take control and fix it. Because that's who Kendall is, right? He's Mr. Hold Everyone Together, Fix Everything All the Time, Carry the World on His Shoulders Guy.

I'll be delving more in that in future posts, I'm sure. Many thoughts.

Also, can we talk about how James and Carlos are just. Destroying Mrs. Knight's home?? Throwing things and about to hit each other with a lamp and a...whisk?? Is that what Carlos has? As a kid, I was like, "ahahaha, funny," but now I'm like, "I hope Mama Knight made those boys pay for every item they ever broke while in her house."

I was originally going to break this up into just 2 parts, but it's already pretty long, and I don't even know if anyone will read it, so I'm going to wrap it up right here for now. I'm sure once I get into the actual series, the posts will be shorter, but there's a lot of ground being laid in this episode, and I'm also still finding my footing on this blog.

Thanks to anyone who checks this out!

#big time rush #btr #btr rewatch #btr season 1 #kendall knight #james diamond #logan mitchell #carlos garcia

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ticklygiggles · 2 years

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Hiya sweetieeee can I request a spy x famiy fic please 😍😍😍 Some lee Loid with lers Yor and Anya if you want! Still not enough spy x family tickles around!!

Baaaabyyy ♥️♥️ thank you for sending this! I hope you enjoy it! It's my first time writing for this fandom! I loooove you ♥️ Nghh I hope they're not too ooc dkdkdk

"I'm home- oh?"

Sweet, childish giggles welcomed him back home. Gentle hands moving for Anya's tummy to her sides and then to her neck and to her ribs, making the little girl shriek with sweet laughter as she squirmed around on the couch. Her face was slightly pink and Bond was looking over her closely, his tail wagging, but making sure his Anya was going alright.

"Ah, Loid-san! Welcome home!"

"Pa-Pahahahapahaha! S-Sahahahave Anyahaha!" The girl giggled, trying to hold onto Yor's hands as she tickled her to pieces.

"No one can save you, Anya-san," Yor said gently, a big smile on her face. "This assassin- ah, I mean, this villainess has caught you for all eternity, hehe," she giggled shyly, trying to keep up their little game for Anya's entertainment.

It was something uncommon to see Yor being so playful with Anya, but Loid knew that she had a sweet spot for the girl. Anya had probably convinced Yor to play with her and it had turned out like this.

Hmm, would they get a noise complain?

"L-Lohohohoidmahahan! Sahahahave mehehe!"

Loid gasped, feeling his cheeks burning bright red as he closed the door behind him. No! Was she gonna make him do this?!

"Loidman will not save you this time, Anya-san!" Yor said, going after Anya's tummy, making her giggle brightly. "I told you, you will not ever escape!"

"Kyahahaha!"

Ugh, I can't simply ignore this. I could spoil the whole mission if I don't comply with Anya's wishes. A real father would actually do this, right?

"A reheheal pahahapa wohohould sahahave mehehe!" Anya giggled, taking a breath when Yor let her escape momentarily before catching her again. "I mehehean, Lohohoidmahahan!"

Dammit!

Loid stepped out of his shoes, left his suitcase aside and hung his hat and coat on the coat rack before making his way, cheeks still flushed, to Yor and Anya.

"D-Don't worry, Pri-Princess...," He said lowly, his voice stern and his every step stiff. "I'll s-save you..."

"Huhuhurry! The ahahassass- I mehehean, the vihihillainehehss wihihill kihihill me!"

Yor giggled, giving Anya another break as she looked up at Loid with a grin. Loid flinched.

"L-Loidman, don't think you'll be able to take Anya-san!"

He felt a little better noticing that Yor felt embarrassed too, however, at the same time it made him feel worse. At least now Yor wasn't drunk, so he didn't have to worry about her kicking him like that other time.

Loid saw that Anya had jumped off the couch in an attempted to run away from Yor, he reached for her, wanting to end this game as soon as possible, but he was surprised when Yor took his wrist, and with a swift move, he was thrown to the couch.

Loid widened his eyes, what had just happened?!

"Loidman!" Anya gasped, but she squeaked and took a step back when Yor moved to catch her again. "Loidman, escape! The villainess will get you!"

Loid gasped, "get... me...?"

"I'm sorry, Loid-san!" Yor whispered, but Loid could barely register it because he soon had her hands latched to his sides and embarrassing giggles threatened to pour out of his lips.

Nononono! This is bad! I am ticklish! Don't laugh, Twilight. Do not laugh!

"Y-Yor-s-san!" Loid gasped, trying to suppress any sound as he squirmed and tried to fight Yor's hands off. "S-Stop, I don't- eh? Ah! No, that's- ahahaha! N-Nohohoho!"

Don't tickle my ribs! I can't stop laughing!

"Hehe, you better come back here, Anya-san, or else I'll have to tickle Loidman until he admits defeat!" Yor said over Loid's laughter so Anya could hear from where she was hiding behind the couch with Bond. "I'm sorry, Loid-san, is it too bad? What about here?" Yor whispered with concern as her hands moved up to Loid's armpits.

Not there!

Loid's laughter grew louder, he arched his back and threw his head back with loud cackles.

"NOHOHO! It's wohohohorst!" He laughed, clamping his arms to his sides and trying not to kick Yor as he felt his body going a little weak.

This is so humiliating! Why did they have to play this stupid game?! Get a hold of yourself, Twilight! Get a hold- fuck!

"Yohohor-sahahan, plehehease not thehehere!"

Yor's cheeks flushed pink as her hands immediately stopped, "Aah! Loid-san, I'm sorry, I don't know-

"I'll save you, Loidman!" Anya said, running towards her parents.

Loid was thankful when Yor moved her attention back to Anya, he breathed heavily, trying to ignore the residual tingles under his arms as Anya's laughter ringed through the house once again.

"N-Nohohot so fahahahast!" She giggled and from God knows where, she pulled out a little toy pistol and shot at Yor.

Yor fell dramatically on the couch with a soft groan, her cheeks bright red as she faked to be dead. Loid looked at her as he was standing up again and barely caught Anya when she threw herself into his arms.

"You are welcome, Loidman," she said, smiling brightly at him. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes gleaming with happiness.

Loid chuckled, this whole situation was so embarrassing, but if Anya was happy... Well, it wasn't too bad after all.

#Spy x Family #Loid Forger #Anya Forger #Yor Forger #Ticklish!Loid #Ticklish!Anya #Tickle fic #Tickle drabble #mia's things #mia's drabbles

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