wip wednesday
because i actually have something to post!!!
from baby acquisition fic sorry for keeping paloma from y'all but i'm back with her and her dumb dads
tagged @buddiearemydads @wh0re-behavi0r @911onabc and @gayhoediaz :-)
“She’s calling you papa?” Athena asks, her voice going from confused friend to curious police officer, an edge to it that turns on whenever she’s working. “You didn’t knock up some random woman, did you? Did she, by chance, get dropped off by her mother while you were asleep?”
“She was inside my house, no one knocked on the door or anything, and I even lock the balcony at night. Besides, that’s not the only weird part.” He gestures to where she’s sitting, propped on Bobby’s hip. Buck sighs. “Babygirl, who’s this?” he asks in his softest voice, pointing at Eddie.
“Daddy!”
He looks back at Athena with an expression somewhere between help and see what I mean?
“That’s right, nena,” Eddie says, kissing the top of her head.
Buck wants to scream. None of this makes any sense. None of this is even happening, probably, because he’s definitely still dreaming. All signs point to him being very much awake, but none of this seems remotely plausible, so, for the sake of his sanity, Buck’s gonna pretend he’s very much still in deep slumber, yet again imagining a world in which he and Eddie are a family.
Though, in most dreams, he doesn’t feel this panicked, and he’s usually skipped to the good part—the part where he and Eddie are together and get to have sleepy morning sex that makes Buck grin lazily as he wakes up before reality settles in.
tagging just about everyone who's tagged me recently <33 love y'all thanks for thinking of me even tho i've been sorta inactive
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with the new year comes some little bits of housekeeping, and it's mainly how i plan to approach interactions moving forward. the plain and unfortunate truth is i suck at keeping up with messages. it's easier the closer i feel to someone, but i can still get easily overwhelmed. i'm still forgetful, both with messages and interaction calls. so this year, i'm going to do my best to act in accordance to my strengths and stop pushing myself to do something that i simply don't have the mental energy to do constantly.
what does this mean? well, i won't be making plotting calls going forward; instead, i plan to make lists of plots for each muse as well as general plots/dynamics i want, and i'll approach you if you like one of these posts. this should make dynamics easier to develop since we'll already have a starting place. i will also occasionally reblog a plotting meme of some sort, so if you want a more personalized idea from me, those will be the way to go. i probably won't like plotting calls myself unless i have a pretty solid idea in mind.
when i make starter/inbox calls, i'm going to start placing a cap on them so that i don't bite off more than i can chew. if i get through that initial cap, i might raise it if i still feel good enough to do more, but if i don't, it's okay bc i guarantee i'll make another interaction call before long! i just need to start doing this bc i honestly forget what i owe within a few days if i get busy.
and i want to be honest -- the little interactions make me more comfortable around my mutuals and more likely to pursue interactions. liking my headcanons/ooc posts/etc., commenting on posts, and sending in memes ( ic or ooc ) show me you do have an interest in what i have to offer. i understand reaching out is nerve-wracking bc i get nervous, too, but reaching out can be something as small as liking a post. and this is just a general note in regards to my own comfort that i might put in my rules! i guess what i'm saying is, if you're having a hard time approaching me, just a little interaction will help me bridge the gap, if that makes sense. if both of us feel shy but at least one of us reaches out even in a small way, we can make a connection over time!
i think that's it for the time being! i promise i'll be doing my best to show my interest even when it's hard for me to talk, and i hope these changes make it easier to connect <3
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Moments that will be living rent-free in my head forever and ever.
Hey. Listen to Inn Between. It's good and also this happens and it's dramatic and cool and devastating (and just a little bit ridiculous. Acid flavored...).
(Image description: Three pictures of the same drawing in various stages of progress. The first image is the finished and colored drawing in black ink and colored pencil, and it pictures Meltyre, a young man with pale skin, dark brown hair, and currently green eyes. He is wearing dark grey robes with greenish-blue flames patterned around the wrists and hems, and a wizard hat with purple trim and the same greenish fire hanging as a pendant from the tip. His expression is angry and determined. In between his hands, he holds a ball of bright green liquid. Typed text around the drawing says in one font, "Stop calling me a coward." In a second font, it says, "...Meltyre, what is that?" In the first font again, it says, "Chromatic orb. Acid flavored. Are you listening to me now?" The word "now" is larger and spaced out for emphasis. The second and third images are the pencil sketch and the uncolored ink drawing with the words handwritten. End of image description.)
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Snootles Rant: Lonely AF edition
Snootles does not feel well (she's fine just being dramatic) and is going to rant about being down bad (like seriously being horny on main right now do not perceive me)
*slumps on the floor* I wanna be a housewife so bad
I don't wanna work, I just wanna stay home and crochet/knit and then make some food
And then get absolutely pinned by my beast of a husband
Is that too much to ask????
Is it too much to ask for a big burly man to absolutely ruin me in bed but then he's dedicating himself to me in other ways???
I just wanna live on my own, at least. Crochet a bunch of flowers and vines and shit and decorate my place with them. I want friends I can just surprise with little crochet hearts or flowers and take on dinner dates.
*my ill figure pushes an image towards you* *muttering*
I just need to be under him
The photo in question:
Fuck I also love him
*holds these two pictures and cries more*
WHY MUST I BE CURSED?? I AM NOT PHYSICALLY WELL ENOUGH TO HANDLE THIS BEAUTY AT THIS HOUR
*it's late I should really go to bed*
Instead I shall complain more because as hard as I've tried to stay horny off main, I am unfortunately a weak-willed woman
And I am a simple woman with simple needs.
And those needs are currently to get fucking decimated by one of the above men. Fuck it, if not both
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Vegas’ love language is acts of service.
It makes sense when you consider his history. His abusive father kept telling him: this is how you can make me proud. This is how you prove you’re not a disappointment. This is how you can earn my love. It was a lie.
So Vegas tries his best. He tries so hard to be a good heir, a worthy son. He does his best to fulfill his duties and goes way beyond: the whole plot with Tawan, if Gun truly had no idea of what was going on (which I kinda doubt), was Vegas taking his father’s command to keep an eye on Porsche to it’s logical conclusion: Porsche is a way to get back at the main family, sowing discontent between him and Kinn will put the main family off-balance. It’s not that Vegas wants Porsche -- he just wants Kinn to lose him.
It was the same with Tawan, after all.
The thing is, if it had gone off without a hitch? If Pete hadn’t destroyed everything he’s been working on? His father still would have hit him. This is why Pete’s parallel of winning a boxing match is so important: it didn’t save him from the abuse. If Vegas had won over Kinn like that, had achieved what Gun never did, he would still be beaten.
Vegas offered his father all of his service, doing everything that was expected of him, because acts of service are his love language. And Vegas, as so many other abused kids, loves his father.
But it also shows in his interactions with Pete. The food, obviously, is a big one. But it’s also the way he cares: patching Pete up after his wounds got inflamed, the devoted worship during their first time (so careful to watch Pete and see if he likes it, keep an eye out for any discomfort. Wanting it to be good for Pete), unchaining him and letting him go even as he pleads for Pete to stay. The apology in the alley.
It might be a stretch to include their “you’re the only one allowed to kill me” thing, but even there it’s in the undertones: if all I can do for you is to die at your hand (so that you may be safe, so that your loyalty is proven to the main family, so that you may live) then that’s what I’ll do.
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