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eilidh-eternal · 2 months

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🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

Ohhhhhh I have SO MANY recommendations!

@yeyinde their entire masterlist. Absolutely transformative experience reading anything and everything Lev writes. I want to be her when I grow up

@groguspicklejar Chink In the Armor! Best medieval Ghoap AU I’ve ever read!!!! Mafia!141 is so deliciously angsty and she captures it soooo perfectly! Kelsi is absolutely my go to for any and all Kyle pretty boy Garrick reads!!!

@gemmahale Gemma my beloved🖤 everything she writes is literal treasure. Priceless. Deserving of a pretty glass case and soft leather bindings. There are worlds in her head I could not dream up in 100 lifetimes, and her OC’s are sooo complex and well rounded!

@peachesofteal once again, her entire masterlist. Everything she writes is guaranteed to leave me staring at the damn wall with the loading circle spinning on my forehead, wishing I could jump through my screen and live in the worlds she writes

@luminousbeings-crudematter Folie á Deux, Donner Party, and Land Softly are some of my favorites! I still need to work my way through the rest of Lumi’s masterlist😅 but the way she writes Simon 😳 my enclosure only has so many bars, I’m going to have to replace it soon

@391780 oh god too many to count! I looooove the way Early writes dark!141 and ALL of her stories highlight and praise big soft bodies🥰 she also does comic relief INSANELY well, and I just know anytime I sit down to read her fics I’m gonna have a good laugh (get wrecked König)

@moondirti I have just read the first part of Cabin fever and I am already IN LOVE with Dee and their writing style! Cannot wait to read more when I have the chance!

@ceilidho I was not a Price girly when I started getting into CoD, but Ceil’s take on him has irreversibly altered my brain chemistry🫠 and her characterization of a darker Simon?! Canon. She’s in charge now.

@auspicioustidings OH MY GOD!!!! Mhairi just started Ae Fond Kiss and I am so, so, sooooo in love with the concept for this fic! It’s already incredibly gut wrenching and I know I’m gonna be a sobbing mess throughout this series! Truly on the edge of my seat!!!

@pfhwrittes P has such a wrinkly brain! I’m absolutely in love with their Here Be Kink and Dealing Drugs and Feelings collections! Absolutely phenomenal writing! Everything they write is so dark, decadent and rich🤤

@kaadaaan Offer Me His Hunger is such a beautifully written descent into madness and obsession, and Vi does a truly immaculate job of portraying it! I chew on drywall thinking about this DAILY!!!!

@ohbo-ohno PUPPY! SOAP! Don’t Leave Me Locked In Your Heart was the beginning of a very transformative experience for me and with every new fic Bo writes I descend further into madness😵‍💫 I cannot unsee Soap with big puppy eyes and a pouty face and I think Bo should be on the writers team for his “surprise I’m not dead but guess what? I’m Very Fucked Up™️ now” story arc in MWIV bc that was not him in that tunnel

@glossysoap The go-to for any and all Captain related thoughts! Price and 09’ Soap can captain my ship anytime as long as it’s Glossy’s version🫡 Peppers is absolutely deserving of it’s namesake🥵

@charliemwrites never misses! All of her characterizations are spot-fucking-on and she has a wonderful selection of CoD characters that span multiple genres! I’m particularly in love with Woof Woof Johnny🥴 (nasty little freak🖤) and Fields of Elation

@vanderilnde RUGBY! PLAYER! SOAP! He’s dirty and nasty and pervy and pathetic!!!! What more could you want from a man like him? And the way Orion writes him…… CHEWING ON GLASS! I love when soap is a pathetic little whore and Orion NAILED IT!!!

@the-californicationist Oooohhhhh Guile and Guilt was one of the first CoD fics I ever read and it lives in my head 24/7, even when Johnny is whispering Nasty™️ ideas in my ear. The story, the poetry, the characterizations…. IT’S LITERAL PERFECTION!!!!

#eilidh’s asks #author recs #fic recs

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toomuchracket · 4 months

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little idea for the 3rd part (in the event you decide to make one)

maybe mrs mac and ross are doing one of those cute anniversary vow renewal things. for a 5 year anniversary or something. matty and girlie both go after not seeing each other for a couple of months and they both figure out the other one has broken up with their partners. (or to make it more angsty, matty and taylor broke up but girlie is still with her bf and maybe he came with, but she still misses matty a lot.) either way maybe girlie ends up going home with matty (after breaking up with her bf if she still had one.) and he spends the whole night making it up to her (a little arguing beforehand though.)

i edited this slightly, and the making up is still yet to come... but this part has a happy ending, i promise. hope you enjoy <3

gone four weeks, part 3 (d word matty x reader angst/fluff)

the breeze lifts your hair from the nape of your neck as you check your phone one final time, just to make sure you're at the right address. it's nice, the warm early summer wind, but you quickly make your way inside the restaurant and follow the signs towards the function room and your friends.

music - billy joel, you think - spills out of your destination through the half-open door; you can see ross swaying to it with baby keir in his arms, smiling at his wife cooing at the little boy. you smile, too, speeding up and hurrying over to join them. “hi! happy anniversary, you two! you look amazing!”

mrs mac cheers when you appear, hugging you and kissing your forehead in an extremely big-sisterly way. “thank you, beautiful girl! god, look at you,” she tugs the floaty skirt of your dress gently, face wondrous. “look at this dress! gorgeous.”

“thank you, lovely. hi, ross,” you hug him quickly before diverting your attention to keir. “and hello to you, sweetheart. oh, i've missed you! well,” you grin at his parents. “i've missed all of you while i've been away, but you and your sister most of all, keir, definitely.”

“speaking of,” mrs mac scans the room, while her son giggles at you adorably. “where is eilidh?”

ross tilts his head towards the back of the room. “busy teaming up with her cousin to terrorise hann.”

you turn, giggling when you see adam sandwiched between his son and eilidh at one of the tables, the two toddlers having an animated conversation across him. he smiles and waves when he sees you, though. so does carly, half-standing with an almost empty aperol spritz in one hand; she raises her eyebrows, pointing at you and then the glass, and smiles again when you nod and mouth a “thank you”. after briefly scanning the half-full room, you turn back to the macdonalds. “nobody else here yet?”

“nah,” ross shakes his head. “surprised you're here by yourself, actually.”

“what?” your brow furrows. “but i told you nothing developed between me and mi-”

“no, no, we know that. just figured you and matty might get a lift in together, you know? since he'd have to go past yours to get here and all.”

your stomach tenses involuntarily at the mention of him. “oh. no. i haven't spoken to him in couple of weeks, actually.”

thought about him every day, though. been wracked with guilt at the memory of him crying as you drove off. cried at it yourself, too.

you dig your nails into your palm to snap yourself out of it - he'll be here soon, after all - and try to focus on what mrs mac is saying. “you fell out, or something?”

“something like that, yeah.”

“about him mugging you off and flaunting his relationship with taylor in front of you? or something else?”

did he tell them? no. he can't have. he wouldn't even tell them - his best friends - that you were together. fuck, you are so confused. you must look it, too, because she keeps speaking. “well, we all thought that after new year, you and matty might… become something.”

“especially after the body shots you did off each other,” ross interjects. you give a small smile at the memory, tinged with sadness like all of your old ones involving matty are.

“the body shots, yeah. christ,” his wife shakes her head. “but seriously - we thought he was really into you. i felt a bit blindsided when he just started seeing taylor, to be honest. didn't want you to feel like he'd led you on, you know?”

bless her. “it's not that, no,” you hug her. well, you suppose, it kind of is. but your friends don’t need to know that. “we just have, um, opposing ideas about stuff, let's say.”

ross smiles. “which is code for he was an arsehole and had a tantrum, isn't it?”

his wife sighs. “ross, the baby.”

“sorry, sorry - he was a not very nice person and had a tantrum.”

“better. thank you.”

“i was trying to be diplomatic,” you giggle, covering keir's little ears. “but yeah, basically. although, in fairness, i was a bit of a bitch to him in return.”

“you? never,” carly slots into the conversation, handing you your drink and kissing your cheek in greeting. “who's the him in question, by the way? that american boy?”

ross shakes his head. “matty. who could do with people being bitch- brutally honest with him, sometimes, actually.”

you suck air in through your teeth. “i made him cry, though.”

carly blinks in surprise, then waves insouciantly. “he's been crying a lot lately, i wouldn't worry about it.”

of course, you do. “he has?”

“yeah. moping about everywhere since he got home two weeks ago,” she sighs. “he says it isn’t the breakup with taylor, he's adamant about it, and i actually believe him. but he's definitely sad about something, something that he can't bring himself to talk about.”

shit. you take a long drink of your cocktail. and then another, for good measure.

“well, i'm sure we'll find out soon. or he'll get over it,” mrs mac shrugs. “you're all back to work next week, anyway. he'll feel better then.”

her husband and carly murmur in agreement, but you keep your mouth shut. months of international flights and hotel stays with you in tow? feeling better isn’t a likely thing for either of you. you wince at the thought.

carly notices; thankfully, she mistakes it for something else. “i know, darling, sorry for reminding you about work at a party! come on, we'll sit down and you can tell us all about what you got up to in new york.”

“yeah, ok.”

and that's exactly what you do - omitting the sections about matty and the breakup and the tears and the arguing, and doing your best to field eilidh's many questions about the horses in central park, you tell them everything. about orla's show, your apartment, taylor’s party (which stings a little, you have to admit), the shows you saw on and off-broadway, the food you ate, the people you met.

unfortunately, it's during the latter section that matty appears at the table, preceded by george and charli, who slots herself in beside you and hugs you as tight as she can without injuring eilidh on your lap. george reaches behind her to ruffle your hair and tell you how happy he is to see you. matty stays silent, diagonally opposite you, his only indication of you a curt nod which you respond to with a weak smile. you do your best to ignore him while you talk, which proves nigh on impossible; you've never been able to resist sneaking glances at him as it is, and he looks good in the slightly flowier than usual white shirt he's wearing. depressed, admittedly, but - as he does with anything and everything - somehow managing to make that look ridiculously sexy.

you can feel his eyes on you, too, but his gaze is always elsewhere whenever you look his way. and you know you shouldn't care, you know, but something inside you wonders if and hopes that he thinks you look good. it's nice to think that at least one of his opinions or thoughts about you might be a positive one.

still, matty doesn't give any indication of how he feels about you; that is, until you mention that you stopped things with michael before they could even develop, and his head shoots up to look at you so quickly you fear for his neck. “wait, really?”

you meet his eyes for the first time. something funny happens to your heart when you do. “yeah.”

“so, when you left the studio to go to that bar…” matty’s voice trails off, almost like he can't bring himself to finish the sentence.

you understand. it's a painful memory for you, too. shaking your head, you reply. “i didn't go. went back to the apartment, told him i wasn't in the headspace for the date,” you smile faintly. “or any date, actually.”

something seems to flicker in matty's eyes, an emotion you can't quite name. “and that was it? done?”

you nod.

matty nods too; he looks… satisfied. “well. i'm glad you made the right decision. for you and your wellbeing, i mean.”

“thank you,” your smile falters. “he was a bit miffed, to be honest. got quite angry over the phone, called me a selfish, cold, ungrateful… well, i won't say, because of eilidh. but i was glad i was going home the following night.”

“did he threaten you?” adam leans across to look at you, his pleasant face set into a stern expression. “he better not have.”

“no, it was just,” you look down at the table, busying yourself with fixing eilidh's pigtails and trying not to focus on the sight of matty's knuckles, white from how tightly he's holding his pint. “i didn't want to think about the fact that he was right.”

your friends clamour into conversation all at once, overlapping voices disputing your statement and reassuring you and berating michael. nothing really takes hold in your bowed head, until a specific voice cuts through. “darling, look at me, please.”

there he goes with that fucking pet name again. and there you go, reacting to it out of nothing more than muscle memory and something emotional you'd rather not address (again); your breath catches in your throat when you look up to see matty looking softly at you for the first time in months.

he smiles - really smiles - and your brain turns to mush. “those things he said… none of them are right about you, yeah? he got you all wrong. remember that, alright?”

thank fuck. thank fuck he's on the same page as you again.

you nod, smiling shyly (but genuinely) at matty. “okay,” you exhale. “now, can we please talk about something else?”

thankfully, george takes over the conversation with a mention of the next gig in dundee, and soon enough the chat devolves into ranking scottish bands from best to worst, which in turn devolves into ross having to mediate an argument between his wife and his best friend about the merits of cocteau twins and the blue nile. since you kinda-sorta made up with matty, the tension is dissipating from both your body and the atmosphere, but some of your anxiety remains; you think he might be feeling the same, because neither of you make any attempts to instigate conversation with the other. but it's better than it was - you can at least make eye contact with and smile at each other, and you're content enough with that, for the time being, at least.

eilidh, though, has other ideas. she sits bolt upright on your lap when the intro to atomic kitten's cover of the tide is high plays, wriggling - uncomfortably, but you'd never admit that to her - to sit on her knees on yours. “oh! matty?”

he leans across to his goddaughter. “yeah, bean?”

“dance with me?”

he grimaces. “to this?”

“uh huh,” her little pigtails bounce as she nods. “i like it.”

“well, alright then,” he stands, holding out a hand. “come on!”

you unclasp your hands so eilidh can climb off your knee. she grabs one of them once she's safely on the floor. “you dance too!”

your jaw drops. “me? really?”

eilidh nods very seriously. matty catches your eye and shrugs behind her.

“well, i did really like this song,” you sigh, standing up and letting the toddler pull you onto the dancefloor. “think i was about your age when it came out, actually, eilidh.”

“it's that old?” matty shakes his head. “christ. i feel ancient.”

eilidh smiles at him. “you are.”

despite the weirdness of the situation, you giggle. matty smiles knowingly at you, before turning his attention back to eilidh. “alright, miss. show us what to do, then.”

“okay!” eilidh starts doing a little toddler two-step thing that makes you and matty giggle; she grabs each of you again and frowns. “you too!”

“alright, we're doing it,” you grin, copying her and giggling again when matty does the same. “like this?”

she tilts her head exactly like her mum. “you hold hands too.”

you blanch, and open your mouth to protest - matty grabs your hand before you can, sending shockwaves up your arm to your brain. he brushes his thumb feather-lightly over your skin, and you relax immediately. “like this, bean?”

“yeah.”

“alright,” he turns to you, face placid. “you alright?”

“i'm alright,” you smile at him, then at eilidh. “means i don't have my hands free to teach you the dance from the music video, but whatever.”

matty throws his head back and laughs loudly at that; you quickly glance over at the table of your friends, all visibly dumbfounded by his change in mood. “you learnt the official choreography? at what age?”

“four, i think,” you shrug. “mum might still have the video.”

“i hope she does,” he squeezes your hand. “i bet it's adorable. you were so cute in those photos you showed me at your gran's.”

you look for the sadness in his eyes when he says that. but there's none, just… fondness. it makes you smile, lower your guard a smidge more, and reply with a joke. “cute past tense? god, i picked out the swishy dress so i'd match the most adorable person in the room and everything,” you shake eilidh’s hand, making her giggle. “but there's no catching up to you in those stakes, bean, is there?”

“nah,” eilidh shakes her head, grinning when you and matty all but collapse into giggles.

“i like the dress. it's very, well, you,” matty looks at you almost shyly; your stomach erupts into butterflies at the sight. “don’t think i'd describe you as cute, though.”

you deflate slightly. “no?

he shakes his head. “no. but i do think you're gorgeous.”

there he is.

“thank you,” your cheeks burn as you smile at him. “i think you look really handsome today, by the way. like the shirt a lot.”

“oh, thanks. got it in a vintage shop last week,” matty’s cheeks go pink, too. “you'd have liked it in there, i think.”

you nod. “maybe you can show me when we stop there for tour?” your voice is small, tentative.

he smiles, squeezing your hand again. “of course, darling. whatever you want.”

a wave of emotion washes over you at the familiar phrase - not a negative, painful one, though, rather something… reassuring. the weirdness still lingers between the two of you, but you know that your matty, the man who loved and cared for and about you so deeply, is still in there somewhere.

and, as proved seconds later, when the song changes to something slow and eilidh drops your hands with an “ugh, this is boring. daaaaaaad!” and runs off… your matty is closer to the surface than you originally thought.

he huffs out a laugh as he watches his goddaughter speed off, then turns to you. his eyes, those beautiful eyes, look at your still-conjoined hands and then trail up to meet your own. with another squeeze, he speaks. “considering she's left us out here on the dancefloor like this - shall we dance? i know you like this song, too.”

nostalgia floods your senses as you recognise the paolo nutini song playing. memories of sharing it with matty for the first time flash into your brain: the way the evening sun hit off the glass door in his living room, the welcome coolness of the concrete floor under your too-warm body, the unmistakable smell and hazy happiness from the joint the two of you passed back and forth, the adoration on matty's face as you sang and mime-played along and told him it was one of your favourites.

you zone out, lost in all of that, only coming to when matty nervously speaks again. “you can say no, of course, i just thought it might be nice. but no hard feelings if you don't want to.”

“i do,” you take his other hand comfortingly. “i just got distracted thinking about the first time i put this song on at yours.”

relief crosses matty's face, followed by wistful happiness. “that was a good day. wanted to dance with you then, too,” he blushes again. “but i was too high to move.”

you laugh. “you've got full range of movement today?”

“yeah. look,” he twirls you, grinning. “i won't let you fall.”

too late.

“right, then,” you clasp your hands behind his neck, and his slowly, tentatively make their way onto your waist; the contact sends sparks through your entire nervous system, making you stand up straighter and forcing you to look up into matty's eyes with a nervous smile. “lead the way.”

matty smiles back. “alright.”

with that, he starts to move, swaying softly from side to side, eyes still locked on yours. the old adoration is faint within them, growing as you blush and giggle nervously. “why are you looking at me like that?”

he shrugs. “can't help it. maybe you're just too gorgeous.”

“oh, stop it, please,” you hide your face in the crook of his neck on sheer instinct, and feel the terror building when you realise what you've done.

it dissipates before it even starts, though, because matty only laughs and pulls you closer to him - pulls you home. a content silence falls over both of you, both of you happy to listen to paolo and continue swaying; matty breaks it with a happy hum. “this is nice.”

“yeah.” you aren't lying.

“i miss this, you know,” matty moves his arms, so they're hugging you rather than holding you. a beat passes. “i miss you.”

your heart aches. you open your mouth to reply; matty, feeling your jaw move against his body, keeps talking before you can. “i know you'll have things to say, too, and i want to hear them, i really do, but please let me just say what i need to say first. please?”

you nod against him.

matty exhales. “thank you, darling. alright. well, first, i want to apologise,” his fingers trace little patterns into your dress, the way you know he does when he's scared. “i’ve been nothing but a cunt to you lately, and i'm truly, truly sorry for both just being that and for not realising it sooner…”

you quirk your eyebrows in agreement.

“...and i know you probably hate me, now - to be honest, i wouldn't blame you - but,” he sighs, and sniffles. “i love you. i really, really love you, darling, and i know this is going to sound silly and out of touch or whatever, because i know i made you feel like it was the opposite, but i do want you. just you, as you are, nothing else. that's my actual dream, you being with me and in love with me. always has been. i just didn't properly realise it, and i am so incredibly sorry that i thought and made you think it was anything else, and for the damage i caused in that.”

fuck. your jaw shakes as you speak, still trying to comprehend matty's words. “but you were just so adamant about the kids thing. and so quick to-”

“i know, darling, i know,” one of matty's hands comes up to stroke your hair. “i think i only reacted that way because, well, that was only my dream because i was dreaming about having them with you. so when it seemed like you were doubting it…”

“...you were scared i was going to end it, so you just, sort-of, sped up the process?”

he sighs. “yeah. it's a fucking stupid defence mechanism. but i'm working on it, in two hour-and-a-half-long sessions a week,” he laughs uncomfortably. “m'not trying to make you feel guilty, or anything, by the way. just wanna be honest with you.”

“i know, matty,” you gently pat his back. “thank you for telling me. and i'm sorry i ever made you doubt me, and worry, you know?” you sigh. “i wish i hadn't freaked out so much initially. then we wouldn't be in this mess.”

“no, darling, you were right in what you said to me in new york,” matty all but coos. “it’s a big conversation, the starting a family chat, and i did spring it on you - you weren't wrong reacting in the way you did. honest. and like i said,” he clears his throat. “that wasn't the real dream. you were - are, still. everything else is just, like, add-ons.”

you kiss his cheek, turning your head so it rests more on his chest and bringing your hand up to rest beside it. his heart is beating quite quickly, matching yours beat for beat. “it's a nice dream, though, with the add-ons. i had it recently, actually. when i got home from new york. dreamt we had a baby girl,” you say. you're so close to matty that you can see his chest tattoo through the fabric of his shirt, and you begin tracing it out of habit. “i'm not upsetting you by telling you this, am i? i can stop if you like.”

matty kisses your hair. “no. tell me about it, please.”

“well, she was perfect. your hair, my face, little chunky baby legs,” you smile, but your eyes are filling with tears. “it was so tangible i could actually feel her when i lifted her from her crib, and feel your head on my shoulder when you were talking to her and making her laugh,” your voice breaks. “and then i woke up, and neither of you were there. and it hurt. i forgot i couldn't just roll over and tell you about it excitedly; when i remembered, i couldn't stop crying. and thinking about the fact she wasn't real just made it worse,” your tears are turning matty's shirt transparent, and you do your best to compose yourself. “i love you, too, and i want you, us, again - that's basically what i'm trying to say. but i'm also trying to say that i’d happily start a family with you, if you still wanted that. i'm sorry it took me so long to realise.”

matty exhales shakily. you look up and meet his gaze, just as teary as yours. he smiles at you, though. “i want whatever you want, darling. but,” he carefully wipes the pooling tears from your lashline. “i really would like it if that baby girl from your dreams was real. at some point, that is. whenever we feel like we're ready. we can figure that out later, yeah?”

“absolutely. we'll take our time. that said, though,” you whisper, suddenly shy. “will you please, um, come home with me tonight? not like that, necessarily - i just, you know, sleep a lot better when you're beside me. haven't slept very well for the past few months, to be honest.”

he hugs you as tight as he can. “of course i will.”

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peachesofteal · 3 months

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Woke up to a fuck off amount of snow today so obviously I’m reading The Pit again and totally not daydreaming about two very nasty, deliciously written men

Love you Peach🖤

I woke up to ten inches of snow and was thrilled so, can kind of relate!

Love you too 🩵

#peaches asks #you’re so sweet #I adore you #eilidh-eternal

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charliemwrites · 5 months

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Hello my love, my radiant sunshine, my twin flame🥰 I just wanted to stop by and give you this 💖💕🌸💜💓🌷💝💗🌺❤️❣️💐💓🩷🌹my undying, eternal love, loyalty and affection

How is bodyguard!Gaz and his researcher doin’ today?! Have they started decorating the lab for the holidays?

OH! All your thoughts on Simon with his childhood best friend?! Yeah, that man wants someone’s love to consume him the way his will devastate them—wants to lay his battered heart at someone’s feet because maybe if hands that aren’t his hold it, it will start beating again. Maybe it will warm at their touch and flood his body, invade every cell, with a warmth so sacred how could he not devote himself to them for the rest of his existence? How could he not worship the ground they walk on when they may as well have resurrected him, brought his still heart fluttering back to life when they gave it a home between their ribs beside their own?

Here’s a song to listen to if you haven’t heard of it already that I feel encapsulates the beautiful dynamic you’ve created for Simon and his childhood love 🫶🏻

EILIDH!!!!!!!!! My fairy princess, my sweetbun, my precious ANGEL 🥹😭 you deserve all the good, sweet, wonderful things your heart desires. I’m sending kithes by post.

Researcher has once again forgotten the time of year but don’t worry! Gaz is bundling them up nice and warm, and he’s got a running bet with the rest of the lab to see how long it takes them to notice the holiday decorations being put up!

That song was so beautiful and so so childhood friend Simon coded 😭 that’s the type of man that would do unspeakable things if you ever asked. Unhinged love but make it wholesome. (Like my love for you 💕💕💕💕💕)

#asks #eilidh is my blorbo #my precious 3D model that I am rotating.

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arcxnumvitae · 3 months

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#Eilidh's probably going to try to round up folks for ice skating

"Eilidh, love, dear, sweetheart, while I appreciate the enthusiasm." Ruaidhri glanced out at the expanse of water before them. 'Water' being the key word. "But in order to ice skate, you first need ice. A frozen lake. This lake is not frozen."

"We could go swimming if you all do not mind the cold!" Beside him, Leithe (who was not invited but tagged along with her fiancé) grimaced at the suggestion.

"Icicles may actually form on us if we were to try that, dear."

"Nonbelievers, the lot of you. Look, here approaches our solution right now!"

"Eilidh, you called for me? What..." He stopped upon noting the small gathered crowd. "Um, what is this about?"

#{Aur Drabble #{Ruaidhri Drabble #{Iomhar Drabble #{Eilidh Drabble #{Leithe Drabble #Eilidh asks Aur to do basically the E.lsa ice stomp #Aur:...This is what you called me out for?#Ruaidhri: Only for the Court's favorite would the king answer /her/ summons #(Aur does indeed freeze the lake for her)#(and then stays a bit longer upon her pleading)#(she has him wrapped around her finger)

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ohbo-ohno · 4 months

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Bo, your last Avs post?!

So fucking true. They give me an aneurysm. Every. Single. Time.

this team gives me heart issues!!! what is wrong with them!!!! I love them

#eilidh-eternal #asks and answers

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memetrash-coyote · 12 days

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for the polyarmory: 🎮 🎲 🤝

for Dealer's Choice: 👎 🐹 🐁

The polyarmory:

🎮 If your OC lives or would live in the modern world, would they like video games? What would be their favorite game?

Zora would absolutely play video games (video games are art after all), and I think Katamari Damacy would be her favorite. Roxanne's not super into playing video games, but she enjoys watching others play them and fondly remembers watching her moms play Tomb Raider. Gunvor only played em occasionally and doesn't really have any favorites.

🎲 If your OC played a pen and paper RPG, what class would they pick? Warrior, mage, thief, ranger, cleric, paladin, druid, necromancer, bard (or other, if that’s not enough).

Zora would play a paladin as a fun parallel to her contract with Utu. Roxanne would do ranger to lowkey share random nature facts through the character. Gunvor would go artificer, specifically steel defender so that she can have an animal.

🤝 Does your OC have someone they want at their side when they are scared? Who?

Why, the rest of the polyarmory of course ;P That said, having Coaxoch or Meszahi's hand in hers helps Zora feel more steady. Roxanne just want a hand from any of them, even if it's the chaotic Iolanthe. Io's is Gunvor's first choice at who she wants by her because they've been together longer.

Dealer's Choice:

👎 Is there someone your OC can’t stand, despite them being on the same side or sharing basic values?

The Boar absolutely hates the Lion Empress. 100% totally

🐹 Which would be your OCs favorite Pokemon? What kind of trainer would they be?

Rust's would love Galvantula and would actually be a bug trainer even though they look like they should be an electric trainer.

🐁 Capybaras are friend-shaped. What shape does your OC have?

Aleks is friend shaped :> The oversized coat helps.

#oc asks #oc zora mushovaz #oc roxanne #oc gunvor of many faces #polyamory #oc eilidh sterling #oc rust caraling #oc aleks

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mortuarywriting · 3 months

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⚠️ 🧭 for the ask game🥰

Oh these ones are fun!

🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

Oh this is a tricky one! I have a habit of naming my works ridiculous shit because it makes them memorable to me! I don't usually change them from there, and they only sometimes get decent names on Ao3 after that. That being said! I have some that are from some NaNo sprints and they're labeled by day and so instead of being "NaNo Day 5, 6, 7" I'd probably choose "Amasar you blind motherfucker," "Yes Amasar get your boyfriend to work wood," and "Amasar your mom would fight the doubts out of you do not give her the window" respectively! This is Amasar btw. Big blue au ra dude. His mom goes to about his hips (the creeping height is a problem, in game he's 7'1" but I'm tempted to bump him to 7'3").

⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

Hmm if I can get my brain in gear it'll be the self indulgent one! If I can't then it's gonna be the isekai bullshit because I got a splinter idea from it and if I wanna write that one I have to write this one first

#eilidh-eternal #thank you for asking!#rambles from the morgue #sorry for the xiv for the first one. it will happen again #this depressed motherfucker has been my main muse since 2019 he's just Around(TM)

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miahasahardname · 1 year

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🖊 :D

THANK YOU QZ THANK YOU SO MUCH I AM ON MY KNEES AND KISSING YOU (with consent) THANK YOU

OCUPLETS AAAAAAAA

so. fucking. niamh maxwell. my pride and joy. my scrunkly wunkly. the cinnamon roll that must be protected at all costs. SHE!!!!!!!!!

niamh is so pure, kindhearted, innocent and oblivious by nature, but also because of the way she's brought up.

her parents are super protective of her and her two brothers (kev (age 7) and benjamin (age 5)) and like. cover up all the bad stuff so she's like a sheltered child. for years of her life, actually, she was homeschooled so she wouldn't be subjected to seeing the bad things in life.

and like sheltering your children is bad and stuff because idk??? it just stops them from enjoying things and knowing what the fuck is going on and what some things are (see: pearl fey) but NIAMH'S PARENTS ACTUALLY ARE SUPER SMART

THEY TAUGHT THEIR DAUGHTER EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERYTHING.

niamh's parents are super smart, actually. like niamh's dad was super good at the piano (and taught niamh how to play it) and both parents studied language and did lots of language studies (like grace!!!!) so niamh is semifluent in spanish and mandarin which is super cool and awesome and so smart they taught her that, but they stupidly sheltered their kids because they were so worried about their childrens' safety!!!!!!!

NIAMH'S PARENTS CARE SO MUCH. THEY TAUGHT NIAMH ALL THE IMPORTANT LIFE SKILLS (cooking, cleaning, sorting rubbish, fixing, first aid and the like) AND SO MUCH SCHOOL SUBJECT STUFF BECAUSE THEY WANTED THE BEST FOR HER.

AND THEY TAUGHT HER ALL THE MORALS TOO!!!!!!!!!!

THEY TAUGHT HER HOW TO TREAT OTHERS AND HOW TO BE KIND AND ALL TYPES OF MANNERS AND AHGDOWNSLFNRKJR

so when she first started school, niamh was like. better than everyone and it was impressive, but she was STILL so oblivious to the outside world, knowing next to nothing about violence, war or politics, and was really innocent compared to everyone else in school (and probably the nicest person too)

AGH I HAVE SO MUCH FEELINGS ABOUT THIS SO THIS IS LITERALLY INCOMPREHENSABLE GAJDBDOSNLSNF

also niamh is best friends with eilidh thompson. eilidh saw this sweet little joyous being and instantly attatched herself to her to prevent her from losing her childlike nature, innocence and joy. (protecting the smolbean, basically)

tl;dr, niamh is a precious cinnamon roll who is incapable of hatred, and despite being sheltered, is super smart (unlike me LMAO)

#GOD niamh gives me so much feelings #surprisingly more than octavia???#like WOW that's a massive acheivment #GAHH MY HEART SHE’S TOO SWEET FOR THIS VIOLENT EARTH #anyways time to invent her tag!!!!#niamh maxwell #octuplets #the octuplets #ask answered!#eilidh thompson #mia has a stupid thought

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legacysam · 1 year

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Hey don’t mind me I’m just thinking about Ames buying Eilidh a new set of paints and there being a rainy day where they get all cozy and she uses his body as a canvas.

Hey I need you to know that when I read this the little Eilidh who lives in my brain immediately went "oh I'll use his body alright 😏" and Ames needs to know that. This is the love of his life. He signed up for this. He deserves this.

Anyway she loves making art with him and absolutely ruining it when they kiss and cuddle and roll around in bed. It makes her think of sand mandalas and the idea of art and its destruction both being holy. It reminds her that even her tattoos aren't permanent and all we really have is the moment we're in right now. It makes her think about falling asleep in the bar like *eight years ago* jfc and how that moment turned into something she doesn't mind thinking of as forever. She doesn't say that ofc but like. She communicates it. And he's gotten pretty good at understanding her.

#sorry i think this got buried under scam and bot asks but i love it and you and them so much ❤️#lizkah #sorry to the 99% of my followers who don't know or care who these characters are lol #liz just installed a direct line to my heart many years ago and sometimes she pokes it for fun 😆#eilidh and ames

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queen-scribbles · 1 year

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I don't know why it sent on anon, but I'm pretty sure that last ask you answered was the one I sent you. BUT I'm going to take the opportunity to send you another one 👾 that actually has my name on it

Oh, I still have yours. Had to help a friend with something in SWtOR before I finished typing the explanations. But I'm always happy to talk about more of my babies

The Astrid Hawke song that always makes me emotional is Flight by Lifehouse

I need you now There's too many miles on my bones I can't carry the weight of the world No, not on my own

No more running, no more hiding No more hurting, no more crying No more trouble, no more sighing No more falling, no more striving No more heartache, no more fighting No more fears, only flying

And it only got worse after I left her in the frigging Fade. She's spent her entire life trying to carry the weight of the world for other people. She's always willing to help, always feels obligated to help, no matter what it costs her. Her kindness bends around so far it turns into a fatal flaw and winds up meaning she never gets to see her husband and daughter again. And then I think about how at least dying* against that damn Nightmare means she gets to rest. There's no more demands on her time, no more worry, no more always trying to help. She's free from that, but at the cost of her life.

#oc song meme #astrid hawke #*i really wish i'd saved the tweet where weekes said in no uncertain terms whoever stayed in the fade died #bc it was a concrete thing at one point #and both weekes specifically and bioware in general have started watering it down #making it more ''very likely'' than ''oh yeah this is what happened''#and it's making me wonder what they're planning #part of me would love a way to get astrid back #reunite her with sebastian and eilidh #but if it means more being asked of her idk how i feel about that😅

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eilidh-eternal · 4 months

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Your single dad neighbor Johnny and Nasty™️ Johnny is giving me SERIOUS whiplash.

I'm getting a neck brace. Because I can't get enough.

Embrace the #JohnnyWhiplash

I headcanon that Nasty Man™️ Johnny survived the tunnels but came out of it with, obviously, some pretty traumatic brain injuries.

He gets these Urges that weren’t there before, dark and perverse things uncovered when they cut away mangled grey matter. And for a while he sticks with the treatment plan, sees his therapist regularly, and it’s manageable. But then he meets you, and the urges get stronger, something in him telling him that you’re the only medicine he needs. That watching you whimper and beg under him will sate the gnawing hunger in his mind better than any shrink could.

Imagine what would have happened if Isobel’s mom died after his brush with death. Oooohhhhh SingleDad!Johnny would be a very dark and nasty man indeed. I think he’d go off the deep end, wouldn’t have been allowed to keep Isobel in his custody, and the relationship we see between him and reader would be much different.

#I love that we’re all wearing neck braces #Johnny would love it if his name was on all of them #like collars🤭#eilidh’s asks #eilidhs soap box #brewed-pangolin #singledad!johnny #Nasty Man™️ Johnny MacTavish

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toomuchracket · 3 months

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dword matty and ross getting a makeover by all their babas backstage before a show. they dont have the hearts to take it out so their on stage with litte butterfly and flower clips in their hair 🥺

lyla (2) copying eilidh (6) by trying to shove hairclips into her dad's hair in the green room like that one spiderman meme lmaoooo i'm giggling. but because lyla's only tiny, she can't quite close the clasps properly (she's thwacking matty in the head every time lol) so eilidh's like "i'll help, lyla!" - ross laughs, because matty's like "wonderful" through gritted teeth, thinking he'd avoid the makeover ross has had, but that stops when lyla somehow manages to procure a blush brush from somewhere and toddle over to her uncle with such a cute smile on her face that he's like "alright, lyla. make me pretty". it's a clean brush, thank god, but ross is still like "ooh thanks i look so much better now! put some on your dad too!" after she's done lol; she crawls over onto matty's lap (eilidh's clocked the makeup brush and is looking for one of her own now) and waves it all over his face, which makes him splutter a little bit and his baby girl giggle. ross is like "bean, i think i look nice enough already, don't i? no need to rifle through mum's bag", and she's like "hmm. lyla do you think they look ok?"; lyla nods with a massive satisfied smile, and the boys are like "oh thank god lol". and they go onstage like that, because the wives are like "don't you DARE make our daughters cry by taking those hairclips out", and it's fun! matty's like "ross and i are trying a new look tonight, courtesy of our respective daughters. frankly i think we look amazing. maybe butterfly clips are the vibe for the next era? y2k kinda style? i don't know. we'll ask the girls" lol. cute! <3

#mads answers asks #fluff asks #matty asks #ross asks #literal d word #dad!ross #lyla #eilidh

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eilidhodea · 8 months

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eilidh jiyan o'dea tag drop

𝐎. 𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐇 : tag . ⧽ — — when the joke gets old .

𝒇𝒕 : first last