That's right, it's your friendly neighborhood mcu textpost dude! A lot has changed since I last logged onto this hellsite of a platform almost 4 years ago yikes. I have no clue how this account still manages to gain notes and followers, so to those who are still around (or new), here's an introduction of who I am and what I plan to do with this account:
First things first, hi i'm Myles :3 I'm a 20 yr old queer/trans guy, ex fanfic writer, retired marvel textpost creator, masked men enthusiast, and after all these years, yes I'm still a Stucky simp 😪 I also have a boyfriend!! If you see tags from years ago detailing my yearning for a partner, no you don't :]
My current hyperfixation is Ghost and König from Call of Duty so probably expect a lot of that here + the occasional Stucky/Bucky/Winter Soldier post and maybe some other interests if I feel like it. I haven't written fanfiction in forever but if that changes, I'll use #Iwroteathing as a tag! If you want to read anything I've written in the past, my Ao3 is BetweenTheStars
If you're a minor, racist, lgbt+phobe, conservative/right wing, ED/SH blog, please Do Not Interact with me. I use the block button often and have 0 intentions to respond to dms atm.
Anyways, thanks for reading! I'm glad to be back! Here's a bonus vid of my snail Meep :]
(AN: I’m craving cake today so Sherlock is too. Not johnlock, just Sherlock being Sherlock. Just posted this on my Patreon but sharing it here too. probably going to put it on my AO3 as well.)
John measured 4 tablespoons of flour into a second mug and sighed at the pedantic git beside him. “Technically sugar is considered a wet ingredient John, it dissolves.” “You don’t have to eat it.” He moved the mug away from himself but a long pale hand slid it back towards him for the requisite 2 tablespoons of cocoa powder. “Mrs Hudson is away, Of course I’ll eat it John, even if you don’t make it correctly.” A cup was placed deliberately on the counter next to him, 4 tablespoons of sugar, 3 each of oil and milk and an egg were all whisked thoroughly in the cup. Sherlock then delicately poured it over the flour mixture and handed the mug back to John who stirred vigorously.
“You just want cake.” Sherlock rolled his eyes internally as John stated the obvious. He had cleaned the microwave, washed the dishes, and inventoried the pantry… Of course he wanted cake! And with Mrs Hudson away the only option was the ridiculous trend John had found, or Molly had told him about, Mug Cake, it sounded juvenile but the chemistry seemed to work. 2 minutes in the clean - not that John had noticed - microwave. Then they needed to cool and be iced, he wasn’t going to have dry cake.
John vacated the kitchen with a steaming hot cake in his largest mug. Sherlock had been going on about cooling, and icing, and sprinkles but John couldn’t be bothered until Sherlock sailed passed him 20 minutes later with coffee and a spectacle of confectionery. Coffee coloured buttercream icing had been piped into a towering swirl and… it glittered. “Sherlock?” “It's not like you were going to use it.” “Body glitter does not belong on a cake Sherlock.” “It’s edible.”
Sherlock smirked to himself as the colour rose in John’s face, he had found the abandoned glitter in the lounge after the Christmas party, it would seem John’s boring girlfriend hadn’t felt obliged to take her gift with her after she left him so he had put it in the kitchen where edible things belonged. “And the piping bag? Did you have to pretend to be a baker for a case?” “Mummy.” “What?” “Mummy taught us both how to bake, though I can’t say she did Mycroft any favours in doing so. He picked up 15 pounds that holiday.”
John stifled a laugh as Sherlock sank a fork into his cake. Mycroft's weight had always been an issue between the brothers but John could see it now. The brothers as little boys, covered in flour and dropping bits of egg shell as Mrs Holmes tries to corral them or maybe they worked together, possibly for the first and last time in their lives.
FIC Post: A better Fate than Wisdom: About a Secret (1/1, series), Merlin/Arthur (BBC)
It has been 7 or 8 years since I’ve actively written a fic and posted it, but anyway, here I am, returning to a fandom I have only been lurking around back in 2008 and 2009.
Summary:
In which Arthur is drunk, Merlin is inconvenienced and secrets are kept, but barely.
The first part in a four-part series for the Merlin/Arthur Kiss Fest 2019. Each part will feature a different season, a different set of kisses and at least one trope :-)
Series Title comes from the e.e.cummings poem "since feeling is first": and kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
MERRY XMAS!!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21934189
Here’s the lovely header from the @merthurkissfest, which you can still join:
This is a poem I have dedicated to suicide awareness and the importance of mental health! I really hope you guys like it and receive a good message from it! Happy poem of the week day!
It's Fanfiction Author Appreciation Day, so firstly I'd like to wish all the amazing people who write the perfect words which make us want to roll off the bed screaming, and curl up in a corner alternatively - You're all amazing, and just as valid as OC book-authors.
And secondly, I know a lot of wonderful Fanfic authors - in fact, most of them are very great friends of mine - so I shall be tagging in this post as many as I remember! I regret not having a spectacular memory, but I hope you guys will keep adding to my list!
This is a link to part 1 of the Cake story that I have shared parts of on this blog already. I will continue sharing it here of course but my Patreons will be a few chapters ahead. I do not currently had a tiered system in place but all support is greatly appreciated in these difficult times.
FIC: A Better Fate Than Wisdom: About Truth (4 of 4, series), Merlin/Arthur
Yay - finally the conclusion to my Merlin/Arthur series “A Better Fate than Wisdom” for the @merthurkissfest on Ao3.
The theme is winter!kisses and the trope was supposed to be huddling for warmth, but I guess it’s magic reveal!
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur (BBC Merlin)
written for the @merthurkissfest‘s third wave: Winter Kisses
Summary:
“Was everything else a lie, too?” he asked darkly, hating the desperation in his tone, thinking of the friendship he valued so much, of Merlin laughing at his jokes, of fighting side by side and how it had given him strength again and again, knowing that Merlin would always be there, would always choose to stand with him, no matter what. Of Merlin’s soft sob of pleasure, gasped into his mouth as his fingers clawed the small of his back.
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Arthur finds out that Merlin has magic.
Conclusion of the series.
Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22307044
Find Part 1 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21934189
Part 2: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22047028
Part 3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22188559
So I've been feeling depressed lately and I wrote this poem one night when I was caught up in my own thoughts! Please let me know what you guys think! Tagging a few friends here
So I wrote a Thing...Sometimes The Mighty gets criticized for not having enough Autistic voices, and so I thought maybe I'd try and sway the balance. Anyway, they published me and I'm so excited!!! #autism #autistic #actuallyautistic #autisticexperience #autismpositivity #themighty #published #iwrotethis #iwroteathing #soexcited #ijustwantedtoshare #thanksforlistening #haveagoodnight
(First things first, feedback is ALWAYS appreciated, because what even is writing. Second things second, I don’t super know what I’m doing with this story, but if you wanna read, go ahead. Not a particular fandom, just my children- I mean OCs.)
“Today’s the day,” Danielle mutters to themself, pacing across the room. They throw themselves into the bed, tossing the covers over their head. They feel their chest, remembering the agony of having something there.
“Indeed! Today is your ‘Coming of Age: Coming Out Day!’“ Rory chirps, waving her hands in a dramatic, theater kid way. Today was the day that the two had been planning for months now. Danielle wanted, needed for their dad to know the truth. The whole truth.
Danielle cringes, peaking their head above the sheets. “Ew gross. Have you been waiting all this time just to say that?”
Danielle was fully aware that Rory had just been trying to make light of the situation. She’d been there every step of the way. She remembers the late night calls and the empty eyes. She remembers the talks about things that she’d never fully understand. She remembers the night when Danielle had told their mom.
“Non-binary.”
A foreign word to mom. A new word to Rory, but one she’d accepted nonetheless.
“I came up with it a few years ago actually.”
“Oh gods.”
To Danielle’s delight, Rory chuckled softly, looking away to cover her smile. Danielle never understood why she did her best to hide. Perhaps it’d be something she’d never understand.
Rory sits up in the bed to grab her hot chocolate. She carefully takes a sip out of her lavender mug.
“Are you nervous?”
“Should I be? I mean, I think...I hope he’ll be okay with it all,” They run their hands across their face exasperatedly, “He isn’t mom. He’s different and he loves me, right?”
Rory furrows her eyebrows, facing her partner. Her eyes fill with sadness seeing the confusion and worry on Danielle’s face.
“He loves you and even if it doesn’t go as planned, there are many people that love you for you,” she whispers as Danielle fiddles with the creases of the bed sheets.
A few seconds of contemplating pass before Danielle looks up replying, “You think so?”
Rory places the empty mug down, revealing her partner’s forehead before placing her lips upon it.
“I know so, lovely.”
“Fuck. We sound cheesy as hell,” they say and both kids fill the tense air with laughter, Rory quickly covering her delight with her sleeve.
“Y’know what else is cheesy?” Rory asks.
The door burst in, revealing a very excited girl holding two boxes of pizza and a guy looking around nervously whispering, “Lyla, everyone’s sleeping. Please don’t-”
“What’s up nerds! Guess who got a discount at the pizza place because her brother knows someone who knows someone!?”