#big fic energy

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GALLACRAFTS | THEME 19 | BIG FIC ENERGY

okay so i have been dying to draw drummer mickey and the incredible fic Coperative Gameplay by grayola  and @gallacrafts gave me the perfect opportunity to do this. we all love this fic but i just wanna say how perfect it is, the characterisation, the slow burn, the outfits, the happy ending,,,everything is absolutely perfect!

#shameless #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallacrafts #theme 19 #big fic energy #grayola #coperative gameplay #m does art #my art

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Gallacrafts Theme 19 'Big Fic Energy'

Ahhhh!!! I am so excited that this is done!! I had SO much fun making it! Especially once I decided what I wanted to do with the lights!

So I have several multi chapter fics that I love love LOVE and I felt bad trying to choose between them. My initial idea was to make a bookshelf of books of the fics, BUT then I had the idea to make my dream library, so that's what I did!

If I could make my own library it would look like this, a fireplace, some windows, books everywhere, and one of those rolling ladders.

For More in detail pics keep reading!

This shelf, has my top favorite multi chapter fics on the top shelf,

Hooking Up With Feelings by @peppermintkatie , Part Of Your World by @whaticameherefor, Saving Grace by @gallavichgeek which I read before the book deal, Can't Figure You Out by @crimson-bebop, There Goes The Neighborhood by @dodgerbear84 Child's Play by @dodgerbear84 You Can Bite Me by @goodkwuestion An Exception To The Rule by @gallawitchxx Two Friends Like Us by 09cityskylights, @hornygaythug by @whatthebodygraspsnot

The Middle Shelf are collections Art Collections by @doodlevich The Chronicles of Moni @doodlevich One Shot Collections @arrowflier One Shot Collections @ianandmickeygallavich1 and The Kid Fic Collection by Salemslot, which I can't find the right link in my Google Docs for them 😥

The third shelf is just filler books because I didn't want to buy more.

Starry Night is one of my favorite paintings ever, I want a comfy ass chair next to a fire place, and the flowers I ordered from Etsy aren't here so there's a plant.

COMFY couch under some pretty windows. I MADE THOSE CURTAINS YESTERDAY! A bomb ass mug, and rug!

shot of the other side, close ups are next. But I want a library where I can paint and do crafts, I made that jack daniels and orange juice pic at work today, the little shelf is my Currently Reading books, and the big bookcases are sorted, one is my TBR for the fandom, (I believe it's the one on the left) and the one on the right is the multi chapter fics and one shots I love and couldn't leave out. The ladder is because I want a rolling ladder for my library like in Beauty and the Beast.

I just realized a couple of these bitches are upside down, but it's an hour past my bedtime and I'm not fixing them.

Honestly I can't tell by the pics which bookcase is my TBR case, SO I'm just going to use my googledoc and put the fics and authors on here.

The second, fifth and sixth shelves are blank books.

This one is pretty damn full so I think it's the TBR shelf, but I could also be wrong!

Just a nice close up of the art I did at work so the library could have a second picture.

Close up of the currently reading/wips fanfics I'm reading. Featuring @galladrabbles by the Gallavich Fam, M8te by @gallawitchxx Quartervois by @dodgerbear84 Apartment 4A by @good-then-dont Elevator Music by @iansfreckles Things Beyond Mistake by @gallavichy I Could Go Anywhere by JazWrites, Your Question Has Been Received by @celestialmickey Care For A Cut? by @gallawitchxx These Foolish Games by @suzy-queued and Camboy Troubles by @wh0lemilk0vich

a lil shot of all three shelves and my imaginary mini painting supplies.

#gallacrafts #theme 19 #big fic energy #I went a smidge overboard #but I went down a rabbit hole of favorites and i couldn't pic #when I was making my one shelf of favorites I was like #I could just do these #but I had done everything already and it seemed like a waste #all these amazing writers and artists I am so lucky to call them friends #they make my life so amazing with all the love they pour out into the fandom #and I have WAY more to tag with the other bookcases #but it's WAY past my bedtime now #I love you all #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless

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📚 Theme 19 - Round Up - Big Fic Energy 📚

What a love-fest for our fic writers this month's theme was! A million thanks to the gorgeous @depressedstressedlemonzest @suzy-queued @tsuga-of-mars @mzshko @mishervellous (for THREE crafts) @deathclassic @too-schoolforcool @gardenerian @gallawitchxx @doodlevich @squidyyy23 @auds-and-evens @divine-gallavich @juliakayyy @billowyy @shinygalaxyperson and @flamingbluepanda

looking to add to your to read list? check out these fics that inspired this month's crafts

night life by devovitsuasartes

cooperative gameplay by @gallavichy

teenage dirtbag by @celestialmickey

an exception to the rule by @gallawitchxx

nosho and anon's AUs by @creepkinginc and @gallavich-headcanons

proud (outro) by @twinklyylights

restoration by @palepinkgoat

weaver of fate (to your will i won't fold) by @purplemagpie

ball kings by youllneverrecme

you deserve good things by @chat-noir12

under lock and key by @suzy-queued

the increasingly poor decisions of ian gallagher by @goodkwuestion

17-d-1 (extreme fall) by @23milestogo

m8te by @gallawitchxx

things beyond mistake (wip) by @gallavichy

like real people do by @gallavichy

dancing after death by @squidyyy23

belladonna by devovitsuasartes

book u-up @notherenewjersey

hooking up with feelings by @peppermintkatie

part of your world by @whaticameherefor

saving grace by @gallavichgeek

can't figure you out by @crimson-bebop

there goes the neighborhood by @dodgerbear84

child's play by @dodgerbear84

you can bite me by @goodkwuestion

two friends like us by 09cityskylights

@hornygaythug by @whatthebodygraspsnot

quatervois by @dodgerbear84

apartment 4a by @good-then-dont

elevator music by @iansfreckles

i could go anywhere by jazwrites

your question has been received by @celestialmickey

care for a cut? by @gallawitchxx

these foolish games by @suzy-queued

camboy troubles by @wh0lemilk0vich

#Mod Post #gallacrafts round up post #gallacrafts #theme 19 #big fic energy #fic writers have my ❤️ #gallavich #shameless #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich

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Coming Home

Derek's latest vacation lands him in a position of life or death, in which life seemed ever-escaping. After returning home and recovering, the true weight of his ordeal lands not on him, but on his family.

Authors note: I finally get to include a smidgen of OC into this blog !! Rejoice!! But I also want to elaborate a little bit on Derek's homelife and living situation. Specifically, his siblings, which, technically also count as OC-territory? I don't know. Felt important enough to mention.

Things/Red flags to look out for: Attempted/Implied rape/sexual assault, violence and gore, bodily fluids, vague implied possession.

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The first day is young. There is no more commotion, no more scrambling of feet or heaving of lungs. It seems everyone who has a purpose out here is either hiding from it, or searching for it. Or, in this case, has found and been found by it.

A canteen slams against the sand, the sound of howling laughter following. "Enjoy that one! Gonna need all the nutrients you can get!" Derek zipped himself up, taking one more look at his choice of livestock. A shorter man on the skinnier side- but like, not in the attractive way, in the 'I eat one meal a day and it's a microwavable TV dinner' kind of way. Dark hair, dark eyes, and a weak, pathetic hanging jaw, tongue hung to display his work. The sacrificial lamb, that of which has a name- Bree's eyes found the canteen, resisting the urge to dive for it right now, not wanting to humiliate himself any more than he has already.

His hair was gripped, two almost playful, rough slaps being delivered to his cheek. "Let's see who finds you next." He was then tossed to the coarse ground, left a whiny, breathy mess as Derek hopped on his quad and left the scene. The Frenchman watched as his shape got smaller and smaller, until he finally felt safe enough to move.

Bree lifted his aching body, clothes wetly latching to his skin as the suns rays persisted. His eyes aimed down, looking at the sand directly below him- red and moist, accumulated from the fluids coming from his mouth. His spit. His blood.

And something more.

His stomach began to boil. Becoming dizzy, Bree whimpered and doubled over, retching loudly before a painful shoot released from his stomach and throat, joining the mess already on the ground. God-!! Even the smallest movement of his tongue felt like hell! He felt his eyes swell with tears- No. Do not cry, not now. His attention instead turned to his reward, oh how generous. Giving a small stumble and bend, instant relief filled his core. Oh, it's so cold.. He placed the canteen to the back of his neck, flinching beneath the feeling. He heard somewhere this can cool you down due to the area of circulation. Whether or not it's working, his brain certainly thought it was.

Not that he plans to share. The others in this landscape have made it abundantly clear it's 'me or you.' All that old bastard had to do was keep his mouth shut and Bree wouldn't have been hurt that way. He earned this. Not wanting to stick around for long, he began to move, eventually coming across a large hill to sit atop while enjoying something as simple as water. The sun may have beamed, but the desire to stay away from people outmatched the need to find some shade. Upon opening the bottle, he was.. Incredibly suspicious. Hell no it's not that easy, right? Not from... Scorpion?

..He smelled the water. Nothing. He poured a bit into his palm, examining the color. Seems normal. He brought his hand to his mouth, licking the moistu-

"AAAGH-!!" He jumped back, kicking his feet while slapping a hand over his mouth. How could he forget so soon?! Ice cold water, directly onto his open wound! "I'm such a fucking idiot!!" He shouted messily as blood pooled around his bottom teeth, trying not to use his tongue. Then, he flinched, looking around to make sure he didn't attract any unnecessary attention. Luckily, silence. ...Bree collected himself, eyes finding the cantee- "Shit!!" In his earlier scramble, it had.. Tipped. No, not all of it was gone, but a significant amount of water had been wasted.

It was so gutting. It wasn't just water to him, wasn't just some bottle. It was his sacrifice. His prize for dehumanizing himself at the snap of a finger because he was scared. His canteen now sits at about half full, and honestly?

He's pissed off about it.

Just the kick he needed while he was down. Just the final pluck on his heart-strings provided to make this whole thing feel helpless. Bree wants to go home. Before his cat was left waiting at the door for him. Before his job called over and over and over again. Before his comfort and virginity were threatened.

He wants to go home.

He wants to go home.

......

...The third day is young. There is no more commotion, no more scrambling of feet or heaving of lungs, for most have already gone out. No one has caught sight of the cavedwellers for quite some time, as Bree, with his trusty sacrificial blade, had made quick work of them. It was on reaction, an unintentional incident! He's not a murderer! He just didn't want to see whatever happen to that boy happen! ...Killing Dragon was.. It.. It was self-defense, it was..

And now, Bree wanders. Shoulders heavy, feet weak, skin burnt, mind gone. He lazily shuffles through the sand, letting his jaw and eyelids hang halfway while desperately clinging to his canteen, long-since-emptied. He's not sure why he kept it for so long. Some kind of trophy, perhaps. He wandered, and wandered, and wandered, anything but staying in the same place for too long. He didn't even know where he was going. In fact..

..He didn't even know.. Where he was.

Bree turned around, seeing exactly what he saw before he turned. This repeated, beginning to spin, expecting any direction would be different at.. Some point. His ears had a very faint and quiet ring in them as this just kept going. Round and round, nothing new, all surroundings looking the same. Round and round, round and round, round and round, round and round, round.. Round. Round.

He's throwing up. By now, the wound upon his tongue was a distant memory. It's either not hurting anymore, or he's forgotten that it does. There was nothing left in his stomach to release, but his body kept trying anyway. Upon a strong retch, his eyes wettened, the last of his bodies moisture- and for some reason, that just.. Initiated a fit.

Bree is so tired. He's so tired, and burnt, and worn, and his brain is spent, and oh so sick, and he's sick of it. He began to cry. Not just cry, but wail. Like a small child getting lost in a store. His legs gave out, knees becoming sore against the rough sand. He's just so angry! He did everything right! He did all he was supposed to!! He got good grades, he got through college, got a decent paying job, eventually afforded his own house and car and bills, and bills and bills and bills! He missed out on so many opportunities in favor of sticking to his "future plans," just to end up where? Here? In some sick fucks sandbox?

He cried. He cried until his ears began to ring louder. He cried until his body was dry and his face ached. Upon taking in a tight inhale, he came to a terrifying realization-

His ears aren't ringing. That sound is very familiar. A roaring engine.. Wheels on sand..

Someone fucking help him.

Bree tried scrambling to his feet, feeling his exhausted muscles fail him. He got a few inches up before tumbling down, groaning deeply as he pushed his shaky elbows into the ground, listening to hyena-like laughter, and the ceasing of the vehicle.

Derek's shoes met the ground, kicking dirt with his steel toe as he trailed close, playfully spinning his pretty shiny bat. "Look who it is!" Chimed in sport, delivering a hard blow to the Frenchman's head, sending blood to the sand. Now his ears were ringing, a firework of pain spreading through his head like roots. He rolled over onto his back, looking up at both Derek and the sun. Or well, simply seeing them both, but not exactly looking. He's still processing the hit... "You look like shit, ha'gh ha ha! Did anyone else end up messing with you?"

Bree couldn't answer. He held his hands up in defense lazily, fearing the worst. Death is a hopeful wish at this point. He's got nothing left to give. ...Almost nothing.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" A warning shout, staring icy-blue daggers into the other. Bree tried to move upon spotting the fast motion, going too slow, being too weak, and instead taking the kick to his ribs, releasing a loud cry. "Baby's got healthy lungs, so why don't you talk?"

"Iii-I- I'm- It-"

"Aaahh-ah-ah-ah THINK about what to say before you say it, day-amn!" Using his bat as a cane, he pressed the thick end into the ground before bending his knees apart in a crouch, keeping his hands above on the handle. He observed the other, head to toe. His gaze felt predatory. Bree shudders. "..Naaahh! You're not THAT bad off. C'mon, shake it off, it's no fun when you're just layin' around."

Look, Bree is trying. Now that he's laying down, he feels so rested. Even his adrenaline can not carry him away. "H-How did you even-?.."

"Find you? I mean, I wouldn't have if you weren't throwing a tantrum. So thanks for that. What was that about, anyway? Finally losing it~?" Derek teased his purchase, tilting his head far to the right with a long, light hum. Bree swallowed dryly in apprehension. This apprehension was met as Derek suddenly moved in, bottom lip sliding beneath his upper teeth while parting his knees over the other mans stomach, releasing his bat to find his belt. Bree began to weakly cry out, using whatever strength he had left to push against his attackers stomach- "Trynna cop a feel? HAHA! Don't worry! You'll get more than enough~."

Bree begins to swell with fear and anger. He's right. This jackass is right.. He's not going to save himself if he focuses on Scorpion. He needs to put his focus elsewhere- on himself. The position they're in is tight, but not impossible. He has some wiggle room between the sand and the others pelvis- but not enough.

Bree is a smart man. That is what Derek has forgotten. The blond lifted himself to lower his pants- flinching as Bree took his opportunity. His victim rolled quick onto his stomach, officially unlocking himself from him- now attempting to crawl away, dragging his fingers and elbows through the sharp, oh so sharp sand. "Ah-ah-aaahh~! Fuck do you think YOU'RE goin'?!" Derek cheered, digging his fingernails into the other mans hips, forcibly pulling his boxers down while keeping him still, unintentionally causing so much more pain. Bree squealed in fright and agony before quickly turning around, and..

He's been blinded.

In a single moment, Bree, with a handful of sand, launched it back into Derek's face. Into his nose. His mouth. His eyes. He howled in pain and scoot back, both hands gripping his face as a late defense. Bree scrambled away to make distance, still being unable to lift his weak knees easily. His body shook. His brain stirred. His stomach boiled and eyes ran dry. He watched Scorpion writhe and panic, wiping his eyes clean as he spit and panted the earths natural weapon away. Another opportunity. Bree begins dragging himself close on his knees, removing the bloodied blade he kept hidden in his underwear.

Derek peeked at the other through a squinted eye, not being able to react before the knife was pushed into his abdomen. As the blade tore through his skin, he froze completely, feeling disgust, pressure, and burning pain wash over him entirely. Bree, still weak and sweaty and clinging to the handle, was not yet satisfied. He twisted the weapon before roughly pulling it out, sending Derek backwards as fresh, warm blood coated his hands- becoming disturbed at the results of his attack. Derek's legs awkwardly folded underneath the rest of his body while a near inhuman sound came from his throat. Bree, knowing he has time, attempted to carry himself away- until he paused.

...Why continue to run?

Bree struggled to his feet, an effort that took over two minutes. Within that time, Derek came to his senses. He's still a lot stronger. He's still a lot better. With a hand to his wound and the other picking grains from his face, he roared in exhausted anger, eventually finding the effort to sit up. Clothes sticking to him, headband halfway off, eyes sore and body butchered- none of this, none of this compared to the panic he felt upon seeing Bree, already so far away, trying to lift a leg over his bike seat. "Hhh-!! Hey!! HEY YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER!!" Bree glanced over with a strange look of calm and continued his efforts. Derek tried scrambling to his feet- being stopped and brought back to his knees by the shocking pain in his stomach. The quads engine began to rumble. "N-NO!!" He cried out to no answer. Within just a few seconds, Bree gave himself whiplash by launching forward, stopping to giggle to himself. "GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!!"

"You.. You know what?.." Bree chirped, a voice Derek is silently, admittedly soothed by. "I.. I'm bigger than you.." Never mind. The fibbing tease did not come without threat- the bike now shooting forward, full speed. Derek was not fast enough.

The tires met his body within a blink. Dragging him in a brief roll before leaving him in the sand, pooling crimson from his damaged form. There was a crack somewhere. A crack, and a pop, and a scrape. Cheek pressed tightly against the ground, mouth wide open as he breathes in more of this sharp, irritating sand- his eyes watched the vehicle carefully. For a moment, their eyes met from their distance. ..Bree's gaze softened, and he went on his way.

Mercy.

Derek was too mangled to even process the concept of mercy. He laid in the sand, gasping, pulling at parts of his body- too terrified to look. He flung an arm up, a bloodied hand digging into the sand in an attempt to pull himself. He goes nowhere. Panic sets in. Hyperventilation. Forgetting about the humiliation of being beaten and the insecurity of being stolen from, Derek feels all else but panic begin to fade- desperate writhing stiffly for any movement at all.

His teeth grit as the vehicles shape disappears into the distance. He screams out in a shaky, cracked cry, sounding like a distressed wild animal, fingers dragging across the sand in search of something. Anything. A sensation besides heat, and pain, and wet. There is nothing to feel.

Derek's thoughts lulled him into a much needed blank, barren state. What will become of his family after this? Matthew will ultimately become heir, and while that fucking sucks, can he handle it? Will he be able to carry the weight, the title of eldest Goffard kin? What of his even younger brothers and sisters? Who will guide them through? Will his father finally appreciate him for what he was? Is it Derek's passing that will finally unlock the affection that old brute refuses to give? Where will he end up after this? Is Hell really that bad? Is this really it? Alone, mangled, and discarded?

He spent the next few hours hopelessly tossing and turning in damp, clumpy, dark sand. Dragging his own corpse was nothing short of torturous. He didn't get far, but he didn't stay still, keeping him attached to the idea of survival despite the chances. A few times, in his desperate battle to keep awake, he could have sworn he spotted some kind of.. Will-o-the-wisp. Sweet, sick nothings whispered to him- though he could not understand.

He reached for it and collapsed in the sand, losing himself to the blood loss and exhaust.

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...There is no third night. Blue eyes meet the world in a white, cool room, with buzzing lights and multiple sources of beeping from a distance. A large portion of his body is kept tightly by bandaging and metals beneath the skin, held lock and key by healing stitches. Being hugged by gauze and wrapping, he found his form was also encapsuled by multiple gazes as well, though he could hardly process this at all. Derek guided his sleepy eyes around the room, capturing the wonky figures he recognized as his father, and a stranger. An unfamiliar nurse. His heart thumped against his chest- they are not at home.

Derek shifted his weight in bed, letting out a load, pained groan as muscle strains him from somewhere. He's too high on painkillers to tell. A touch to his arm sent uncomfortable blossoms all through his body, glancing over to see his father pressing his index and middle finger on his arm, using only these to lower him back into a rest on the hard mattress. "How many times is this going to happen?" The older man questioned, receiving some long-winded, nervous ramble from the poor soul in the room with them. Derek couldn't process any of it. He felt sick. He began to try and remember anything, really. The desert came to mind. He's pretty sure Jack found him, he can remember his mask. Or was it? What was it?

...Blue eyes meet the world to a canvas of grey, and a bouncy resting place. Derek is in the backseat of a car now. He released a loud grumble and raised a fake feeling arm and hand to hold his forehead, catching the drivers, and his fathers, who sits in the passenger seat, attention. Sharp, icy, dagger-like hues met his tired frame. "There you are!" He started, "What have you done to yourself?! I let you out for one day, and you come back a slab of meat!"

"I'm.. Sick."

"Yes you are! Very! At least you're smart enough to agree on that!" The old man continued to scold. In Derek's intense eyeroll, the noise and the words began to fuse and mix, as if twisting together. Derek's boiling stomach kept him busy, focusing on not losing whatever his lunch may be in the back of this car.

...Blue eyes meet the world in a warm toned, comfortable room, with a spinning fan above his bed. He dozed off again... This time, he is at home, safe in his bedroom. The sun is young, and Derek's mind is much more coherent- though the grogginess has not left him. His body hurts. His stomach feels empty and sickly. He feels weak. The humming of the fan and loneliness of the room is enough to cast the spell of sleep on him once again, even if he truly tried to fight it this time.

...A click.

The moon is now beaming against the dark sky. Derek, previously fast asleep, is listening to the chilling sound of his door opening carefully, followed by a creaky floorboard. His brow tilted in frustration, holding in his grumble for the sake of the hunt- catching them in the act. It's not uncommon for his siblings, or servants, to creep into his quarters to see what consumables or valuables he's left laying around. He just.. Can't believe they'd try it while he's down and vulnerable this way. It's disgusting... Especially now that he ponders- how long has he been asleep? How many times has this happened in his rest? With a grit of his teeth, he's decided it wont happen a single time more.

"Nice try, asshole." It came out groggy and lazy, not nearly as cool as he wanted it to sound. All movement ceased as he painfully rolled over to face them, spotting the shape of his youngest brother, standing at only the age of 14. Really? Him? He's a bit gutted. "I moved my stash like, last month."

The room was silent with pride as Derek, metaphorically, pat his own back. Caught him. His smirk hidden by the rooms darkness was interrupted, however, as something.. Unexpected happened.

A sniffle.

Derek groaned, beginning to push against the bed to sit up. It was a struggle, but one given time by his company. Squinting through the shadows, he could see the light through the window brush against his brothers cheek- reflecting off the wetness of his face. Pride and offense turned to quiet worry. "...It's not a big deal, okay? Everyone tries it."

"A-Ah-" The child, Val, short for Valentine, tried to speak, disregarding the others attempt at comfort. His hands pulled and picked nervously at his shirt, and his eyes were anywhere but on Derek. "I-I know we fight a lot," A sharp, loud, shaking inhale. "but I don't wan-nt you to die-" Both sleeves are brought up to wipe at his face, a hushed cry being uncontrollable.

Derek watched in utter emotional distress. What a sad little guy. He ran a hand through his hair and grumbled uncomfortably, trying to collect the right words- but first, one thing must be handled. "Hey." For once, softness. "Hey, hey, c'mon.. Don't do that. You know how dad feels about that." He reached a hand out, tugging at the others sleeve, making him remove his arms from his tearing eyes. The poor thing was in shambles.

His brother continued to sniff in. Just when they thought he was okay, his throat began to whistle once more, rocking himself from his toes to his heels while trying to cease his crying. Derek gave him time. "I tried not to but-" A wet cough. "-I couldn't hold it."

"Just try not to again, alright?" He speaks from experience. Men don't cry. Things go wrong if they do. Derek puffed a long-breath out of his teeth, rolling his eyes before patting his bed- an invitation his sibling very quickly took. He scooted himself up, pulling his knees to his chest to bury his face into. Derek delivered a few weak pats to his back. "Look.. Were you that freaked out?"

"Yeah-!" Their gazes suddenly met. "They ha-ad wires everywhere, and everyone was loud, and they wou-ouldn't let us take you home-" More and more waterworks. The pats on the boys back had eventually turned to firm rubbing- affection he leaned into.

"Hey, come on, dude. Do you really think I would die out there? Me?" He offered a shit-eating-grin, one filled with false confidence. "Had a bad run. Win some, lose some, but c'mon.. I'm not gonna die. Too good for that.." Despite his snicker, he could tell he was unconvincing. With an anxious, shaky breath inward, Derek decided to drop the act. Can't cool-guy you're way through every situation. He let out an annoyed sigh and quickly traced his tongue along his lips, leaning back with a flinch before repositioning his seating- getting comfortable. "Look... It was a close call. I know. But I wouldn't let myself go knowing you're not ready for that, okay? Okay?"

That was a little more convincing. Val began to nod slowly, sniffing and shuddering in his seat. They're not the most affectionate family, but this really reminded him how much he wants to be. The boy carefully scooted and leaned over, taking his eldest brother in for a hug- something uncommon in this household. He was unaware of how much agony Derek was in because of this, and the man never intended to make it known. He likes hugs, too. "Okay.."

Almost a full minute had gone by before they moved away. Val's hair was ruffled in a slap-like motion. "There we go! Have a lil' faith in me, yeah? I wouldn't do that to you guys." Small chuckles now hogged the air. Now.. He really shouldn't. But the kid's upset. "..'Ey, you want a brownie?"

"What?"

"You want a brownie? Can only have one, but I'm feeling generous tonight. Not sure why." Snickers and giggles from both followed. Val shyly nodded, keeping his head down, as if they could get in trouble any moment. "Sweet. Closet, bottom left corner, gotta move my shit."

Val went seeking. Upon finding the discreet brownie-box, he trailed back to his older sibling with a gasp. "You actually have these? Dad lets you keep food in your room?"

Laughter was quick to strike, something Derek immediately regretted, pressing a hand firm into his side. Still such an innocent little thing.. "No.. That's why you can't tell, 'kay?"

"Okay..." He retook his seat before opening the box. They smelled different, but were presented beautifully. "..Only one?"

"Only one."

"Why?"

"You'll start seein' shit if you have any more."

"Oh.. Why?"

"God damn dude! Just eat the brownie!"

In goes the brownie. The two share their incredibly rare, special moment before Derek forces himself out of bed, using slow and careful steps to walk Val back to his own room in their large estate. He doesn't trust the staff. The boy couldn't help but to reach for his hand- not that he succeeded in full. Instead, Val grabbed onto Derek's index and middle finger, something that came as a surprise, but not a bother. Entering his siblings rooms is always a treat- rooms he never occupies. He gets to see what kind of people they are when inside, and this room screams youth and innocence. It was fun! Toys left out, walls decorated with video game memorabilia, drawings taped to the wall, dirty clothes pile in the corner- a true kids room. It was nice to see Val is still allowed to enjoy it.

He stayed in that room. He stayed until he was sure the little guy was back in bed and sleeping. It's the first time Val was able to fall asleep under a protective guardians supervision- something he needed. Derek soon moves on, making sure to shut the door with a hushed click before limping himself to the patio. He's been inside for.. However long. He's been trapped in sleep for days, possibly even longer- some fresh air would be nice... His body feels stiff and sore, and each step carries weight and ache, but the moon and stars and wind will be so worth it. This is something he never thought to appreciate before. Something so simple like air.

Derek leaned his hands against a chair and let his shoulders ease, exhaling slowly and deeply. His eyes scanned the distance. The moving vehicles, the busy town, the lights still blooming in every business- a strange green flickering from a pin-prick sized window sending chills across his skin. He took his sweet time to himself. Just... Thinking.

...Whatever happened to Bree, anyway?

Whatever happened to his quad?

#//i feel like i rushed this rly bad at the end but #//OH WELL. #//BEEN PICKING AT THIS FOR SOME TIME. JUST WANTED IT DONE FDNJFGIGFD #Big Fic Energy #//new fic tag please enjoy it #Muse: #D E R E K #//THX TO MY FRIEND FOR HELPING NAME THE SIB <3

[gallawitchxx]

gallacrafts march 2023 🧲

this month's @gallacrafts theme is BIG FIC ENERGY & there are just so many multi-chaps that have changed my life that i couldn't possibly have picked just one to celebrate! i’m also in the midst of a huge move & couldn't fully make the craft i wanted to make... so! this is a sneak peek & a promise of some fic-inspired magnets!

step 1: collage

- cooperative gameplay by grayola - restoration by @palepinkgoat - weaver of fate (to your will i won't fold) by @purplemagpie - ball kings by youllneverrecme - you deserve good things by @chat-noir12 - under lock & key by @suzy-queued

step 2: assembly [coming soon]

i'm going to glue these bad boys to square tiles & fasten magnetic strips to the back of the tiles. then, i'll give the front a glossy coat of modge-podge type finish!

i'll be sure to share the finished products once they're done & who knows... i may just have to continue this series... 🖤🥳🤘🏼

huge thanks to team gallacrafts [@sleepyfacetoughguy @too-schoolforcool], to @grumble-fish for the rad theme & to all of the writers of this fandom for everything. simply everything! if any of the authors above would like a magnet of their fic, let me know, i would be happy to make it & ship it to you! xx

#my friend made me some magnets like this & i've had them for years & cherish them! so i know it can be done! #this was so wonderful to do & i can't wait to see them in action! #gallacrafts #theme 19 #big fic energy #fic writers have my ❤️ #shameless #gallavich #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich

[squirrel-fund]

Gallacrafts • BIG FIC ENERGY 1

I'm really excited to finally have an idea for @gallacrafts !! Special shout out to @squidyyy23 for laughing with me on a few choices and just being an awesome human being.

Guys. There are SO MANY amazing fics out there, but this one... this one has me in a fucking choke hold every time I read it. 🧡🔥

M8TE by @gallawitchxx

*Everything created was inspired by the actual fanfiction entitled "M8TE" on AO3, written by gallawitch. Designs are based on chapter title cards and the written word of Bee. **I took a few creative liberties, tho that are purely self-indulgent**

So, I made some graphics to represent the app itself, including profiles and what the boy's lock screens look like.

Below the cut because I have absolutely no control and made 20+ things. [And tumblr is a dick. I had to postpone this post due to hitting an image limit... rude... so you'll need to zoom in on the collages... I'm sorry 😭]

Front and back of the business card given to Mickey in his care package from Nina:

How the app looks in the Play Store on Android:

Mickey creating his profile + matches:

I'm adding this one alone as well because I'm kinda in love with it:

"He uploads the only picture he has of himself, taken under duress for official use at the security company for ID badges and computer systems. It’s not exactly a mug shot, but it ain’t much better. His jet black hair is slicked back, he’s got one eyebrow just slightly popped, and he’s wearing his signature scowl. Perpetually looking like someone just asked him a question, they had no business asking him."

I HAD to use that picture... like, c'mon. I laughed for around an hour.

•••

Picking, messaging, ignoring... all that stuff:

Deactivation Process:

And then:

#I never read a/b/o until this fic! #the way Bee writes Ian and Mickey together is one of my favorite things #im in awe of your talent and always look forward to anything you create #hugging you and cooking you dinner as an offering #gallavich #gallacrafts #theme 19 #big fic energy #fic writers have my ❤️

[squidyyy23]

gallacrafts: big fic energy 🎂

okay, so i actually had a non-baking idea for this month's @gallacrafts at first but then @auds-and-evens jogged my memory about the M8TE cake! and how could i resist bringing the best pal lyle's cake to life???

so, congratulations to mickey's now-plundered hole, congratulations to M8TE's celebratory milestone, and congratulations to the wildly genius, out-of-this-world amazing, cherished soul that is @gallawitchxx for creating it all!

The candles flicker yellow and gold like Ian’s rut-aroused stare, which Mickey can still see as clearly in his mind’s eye as the sheet cake in front of him. Blue icing reads, Congrats! You got fucked! "To Mickey,” Lyle announces, dressed in head to toe leather and holding up a bulbous stemmed glass, scarlet wine sloshing about, “who finally let someone get their dick wet”—he pauses, really playing up the emotions—“inside of his tight, previously unplundered hole." -- M8TE by @gallawitchxx

#i've never written on a cake before. so we don't need to talk about it okay? 😂 #hey bee babe. have i told you i love you today? and your feral wolf boys? #cause i do. madly and always. #next cake is delivered straight to your door. #please note this cake was fed to my family including my in laws. #after the words were scraped off. 🤣🤣🤣 #ps. i cheated. #it is not a yellow cake inside per the fic. it's chocolate and dulce de leche. because that's what i wanted to eat. 🤫 #gallacrafts #theme 19 #big fic energy #fic writers have my ❤️ #ian the baker 🧁 #<- kinda sorta?

[suzy-queued]

Gallacrafts! Big fic energy.

I made Witch Mickey's hut from Belladonna by devovitsuasartes.

Detail pics beneath the cut!

A wyvern egg sits in a nest on Mickey's table. A page from Mandy's bestiary hangs on the wall.

Grumpy toad Ian has a leather strap and amulet around his neck, binding him to Mickey.

A few making of images!

@gallacrafts

#gallacrafts #big fic energy #gallavich #ian x mickey #theme 19 #belladonna

[mishervellous]

gallacraft theme 19: big fic energy

( 🎸 - 🔮 - 💭 )

@gallacrafts, @gallawitchxx

i had a really tough time picking just one story to celebrate our dear bee with—but ultimately, whenever i think about you, the first thing that comes to mind is, of course, witchy!mickey 💙

i’m forever obsessed with An Exception To The Rule, and even more obsessed with the tarot cards you’ve been designing around this amazing world you have created! i wanted to pay homage to it, to your amazing brain, to you, my friend, by turning it into an actual tarot deck ✨

making the design on the back was so much fun! i tried to capture a little bit of everything, from the witchy purples to the shiny golds–because, you guessed, you're a star, you're golden and so are your words, and stories, and drawings, and and and–⭐

there are not enough words to describe how grateful i am for you and your gifts to this fandom. i love you so much bee 🐝🌷💙🔮✨

#gallacrafts #theme 19 #big fic energy #an exception to the rule #my crafts #roba mia

[gardenerian]

@gallacrafts theme 19: big fic energy

╰┈➤ teenage dirtbag by my beloved @celestialmickey 📸🧦📣🎸🎆🤙🏻

#ily macy ily macy words ily gallacrafts ily fandom #i had one more i wanted to do as well #but in true mel tradition i waited until last night to start #and my hands are DONE #but i had such a nice lil time making this! #macy macy macy 💓 #gallacrafts #theme 19 #big fic energy

[thepariahcontinuum]

Okay, so I have cranked out 6339 words across two fics today and then proof-read one of them.

Call me Mr Big Fic Energy.

#writeblr #writer things #author things #fanfiction author #rwby fanfiction #worm fanfiction #Wormblr #Big Fic Energy #Personal

[shinygalaxyperson]

Gallacrafts theme 19: Big fics energy!

I'm really happy to participate in this @gallacrafts ! There is so many amazing writer in this fandom! This was a hard choice ! I love you all!

I did this little thing for one of my favorite writer KeepGoing @23milestogo for her fic 17-D-1 Extreme fall

I love this fic so much!

#gallacrafts #theme 19 #big fic energy #fics writer have my ❤️

[gallacrafts]

💗Happy Teaser Sunday y'all!💗

Just because we revealed Theme 18 & Theme 19 together last month, doesn't mean we're gonna leave you without a teaser this month! If you're in need of inspiration🤔 for this month's theme, check out this little 📚quiz📚 we made for you!

#Mod Post #Gallacrafts Teaser #gallacrafts #theme 19 teaser #theme 19 #gallavich #shameless #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #fic writers have my ❤️ #big fic energy

[tsuga-of-mars]

Gallacrafts Theme 19 📚📔🔖

This months @gallacrafts theme was Big Fic Energy, choose a multi-chapter fic to make a craft for. I went with ever talented @notherenewjersey cozy fall story BOOK U-UP ❤. And there is a podfic of the story too. Hope you enjoy all the little details I tried to include.

#gallacrafts #theme 19 #big fic energy #fic writers have my ❤️ #Book U-UP #Theres a podfic too! #Bookmarks for BOOK U-UP #If you haven't read / listened to this one you need to #gallavich #gallavich art #Mickey the book store owner is so good #Ian the busy student and brother

[mzshko]

Night Life | Devovitsuasartes | @gallacrafts – Theme 19: Crafts Based on a Multi-Chap Fic

#gallacrafts #theme 19 #gallavich fan art #devovitsuasartes #big fic energy

[hunger-and-fear]

Into the Depths

//AUTHORS NOTE, LIKE IM ON AO3 ! If you know me, you know I get far too attached to side characters of all media I indulge in. F&H is no different, apparently. ENJOY.

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It's been a while. A while longer than she'd like to wait. Just enough time for worry and paranoia to captivate her thoughts and influence her actions, against her better judgement. Despite her condition, she's dawned her thickest robes and shoes, with a scarf to conceal most of her face, minus her eyes. Through the thick fog her feet step heavily, feeling as if she's being guided by the hand, pulled towards the gates. Then, finally, she sees it.

Celeste steps before the entrance of the dungeons of Fear and Hunger.

With a hand protectively held to her rounded stomach, a shaky breath escaped her upon surveying the area. She spots a horse lying motionless, crates, barrels, and a man standing out front. It was almost a relief to find someone so soon. Perhaps it's a sign that these dungeons aren't as dead and gone as they appear. She approaches the entrance, watching as the mustached man smiles and raises a hand in greeting.

"Ah, a newcomer." He begins. "Entering the depths?"

Celeste felt choked up. Her lips pressed tightly together as she nods, wishing to interact as little as possible. Still, she remains polite and takes his hand for a shake. His hand is feeling of sand-paper.

"A shy one. I see." A throat clear. "I can not see why anyone would come here by choice, but you are not the first this sun. Perhaps you would be interested in my wares before delving in? I have plenty to go around for poor folk like you."

A glint flashed in her eyes. Parting her lips, Celeste spoke to the merchant with an entirely different appearance. What was a single moment ago a quiet lass, was now a determined woman. "Others have come? Have you met any of them?"

He seemed to be surprised. "I meet many people. ...So, you come for a person."

"Do you remember any of them? Have you met a man with dark hair and dark eyes? Light complexion?"

Celeste was calmed by a rough, raspy chuckle and a wave of his hand. "Let me guess... Kind of tall? A dime a dozen, bird. I may have seen him. I may have not. You are always free to look, yourself."

The merchant examined the woman with curiosity. Her eyes held life within them, and her posture, though defensive, told him of her ignorance. Celeste has lived a life of "scraping by." Doing what she can, with the tools she has, simply to eat by the end of the day. She has seen her own, specific kinds of horror. But it's very obvious she has no idea what lies down there. Then, he spots the hand on her belly, still holding protectively- the implications are there, and it's.. Unfortunate. The man is snapped out of his haze upon hearing her voice.

"What are your wares?" In her short time standing here, her curiosity got the best of her. This seemed to entertain the man.

He showed off many vials of many colors. They sparkled with enticing bliss, the way the liquid shifts in the small bottles giving Celeste a warm feeling. She lifted a hand to examine one, feeling the hair on her neck stand up. "...What.. Are these?"

"Why..." He answers with a smile, "These are potions most useful for the dungeons! Many dangers lie ahead. But these can help. One drink, and your ailments are cured." The merchant held a vial high, offering it to the woman. The moment her hand moved, he placed it back in his luggage. A tease. "But.. They're not free, lass. Far too valuable to simply give away!"

"I don't have much. I didn't think I'd need currency.." She lowered her head. This drew a loud hum from the merchant.

"Most don't! You are just lucky enough to find use for such here. Tell you what... For you, because you're carrying for two, a two for one deal!" Making a sly comment towards her pregnant belly- a comment that made her jump. "Potion of healing, potion of sanityyy, and my special mixture.. Potion of life. 8 silver each! All except my specialty, that, is 15."

He spoke so confidently, the man has Celeste fully convinced. However, silver isn't a resource she's willing to throw away. That being said, two for one... "...What about that potion of healing?"

The merchant very excitedly got into his wares straight away. Continuing to play up the affects of his brews, Celeste pocketed two, and parted with over half of her currency. To the dungeon entrance she turns...

Upon entering, the stench immediately overwhelmed her. She placed a hand to her nose and coughed relentlessly, squinting at her surroundings- the molding dungeon. Upon looking in every barrel and crate, she found absolutely nothing. Even the very few flags upon the walls have been torn and tarnished. She feels unsafe here and can only imagine how far it goes. Corpses of massive, mutated beings lay recently slain, with lower appendages that make her shudder. While yes, she is experienced in certain professions. That doesn't mean she enjoys it- has just learned to tolerate such activities for the check at the end of the day.

A grand reminder of why she's here. After every hard day, Cahara had never hesitated to dip into his own time or pocket, or someone else's, to find a way to make her smile. Leaving him here is not optional.

A hand on her stomach, she continues on. These halls are boring and empty. They've been explored three times over, it seems. The amount of blood, few and far corpses, and strange, horrifically curious sights tell as such. Even in rooms that seem comforting at first carry undertones of torment. An office-like room equipped with full bookshelves and a nice carpet, yet has a cage in the center of the room. It's empty, but Celeste can only imagine what kind of beast was held there, that is now roaming free- or possibly dead already. Unfortunately for her, she's still unaware of the laws down here. Where there's a cell, there's a guard.

Celeste considered sitting a while. Maybe finding something to read, just for comfort. The idea was very inviting after all she's seen and the length she's walked. But before her better-mind could even tell her off, the sound of heavy footsteps interrupted her train of thought. A hard shiver ran up her body, turning around to see one of those giant creatures staring through the doorway, eyes locked on her. Eyeballing her, from head to feet. Her heart felt like it stopped!

Taking a step back, the woman's breath hitched as they were both caught in a staring contest- one shortly interrupted by the monsters quick approach. She couldn't even scream before she was evading, moving around the table for more distance- then dashing quick to the door! She picked a direction and ran. Each one of the monsters loud steps were followed by two of her own, grabbing onto the wall as if it'll help her go faster. Looking back, seeing the flashing eyes of the golem closer than she previously believed, Celeste yelped in reaction and turned a corner- coming to a complete stop, slamming against a soft, warm surface. Both parties grumbled and shouted in pain and surprise, now looking to see each other.

What one sees is a small woman, fair skin, light hair and eyes. The other? A tall, dark figure behind a metal mask and dawning a hood. There was hardly any time to process what had happened. All the stranger knew was she was fleeing, and he would be no part in her capture. He moved aside. She dashed away. Looking on, seeing the beast round the corner, he revealed his blade. Celeste looked bac-

"-Go!" He yelled at her as if she were stupid to stop. Which, that is very stupid.

She kept going. Didn't stop for anything. She kept going until she slammed into a door, knocking it open, and feeling a soft ground beneath her shoes- Grass... Celeste has found the courtyard. With a loud sigh, more like a whine of relief, she stumbled and collapsed to her knees, using a single hand to hold herself up as she caught her breath. Repositioning into a sit, the soon-to-be-mother took a moment to herself. To breathe. To let all that tension flood away.

It would be about three minutes before anything new happened. She heard the door open to her left. Out stepped the man who aided her earlier, glancing towards her as she rested. The spike in her stomach soon eased upon recognizing him, but alas- a new anxiety appears. These two don't know each other. She ran into him, and he bit the bullet so she could get away. It was one, simple, little action- but still, she doesn't know him. He could be just as dangerous as that beast was... Celeste scoot away by a few inches as he turned to her.

"...What a predicament you've found yourself in." He commented, voice deep and soft. Celeste couldn't bring herself to respond. She was too busy looking him over. His hand seemed... Strange. Too fleshy and loose to be his own, if that makes sense. His scarf is too large to be for aesthetic purposes or warmth. It's too inconveniently sized for that. The fact she was scanning him was no secret. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."

"How can I be sure?" She shot back.

"I suppose you can't be. You've no reason to trust me. But do know, I am only here for treasures. I have no reason to hurt anyone."

"Just like you had no reason to take on that.. Thing."

"True..."

The two rested in silence for quite some time. Long enough to ensure their safety to one another. Eventually, Celeste didn't mind sharing her spot of grass, about 6 feet between the two as they sat. The stranger has no reason to be here with her. Apparently, he doesn't have a lot of reasons. But he still insists. He knows his way around, he knows how to fight, and it seems like such a waste to let some no-brainer skip all over with no direction. Especially with...

"How far along?" Call it not his place to ask, but the silence was getting boring.

She glared a moment. "...A few months."

A chuckle. "So, none of my business, basically?"

"Charming. Yes, that's exactly it. Wh... Why do you stay? What is it you want from me?"

"I don't want anything. I just want to know why you're here. Takes an idiot to face off against a guard without a weapon."

Celeste felt her ego get pinched. "I'm looking for someone, thanks. ...A man with dark hair, dark eyes, and light complexion. ...Kind of tall." She felt the addition was necessary, despite the dime-a-dozen nature.

"...Short hair. Leather vest." The moment the man spoke, a glimmer appeared in Celeste's eyes. She looked at him as if God just spoke through him directly. "That is the only man I've seen with dark hair and dark eyes this sun."

"Th-That's- I think.."

"Small party. Was with another man and a little girl. I sold him a fair few of my treasures..."

"Who was he with- A little girl?.." She just couldn't believe it! What kind of situation has he found himself in? Is he safe?

"Yes, a little girl. The child and a warrior were his company. Why? What kind of score are you trying to settle?"

"That's my-... Friend." She played it safe. Giving too much information to a stranger seems fishy in an environment like this. Still, she has a feeling he doesn't quite believe her. He doesn't. "I just want to bring him home. He promised he would be back soon, but... It's been longer than soon, sir.."

"I see." Another long pause. "...My name is Isayah. I am a veteran of these depths. I can get you out in a matter of minutes, if you prefer. But... You don't want to leave, do you?"

"N-No, Isayah." She used his name. What a way to get acquainted. "I.. I want to find him- my friend. I need to bring him home. He needs me as much as I need him. I'm afraid he might be in a situation he can't handle by himself.." Time for a bold request. "..Think me rude if you may. But.. Do.. Could you take me deeper? Could you help me find him?"

"I am no tour-guide.."

"I want nothing of monetary value, I just want him. Anything we find belongs to you! After that, I just- I don't.. I don't think I can do it by myself.." It feels like her extremely large request fell of deaf ears. Through desperation, she continues. "..My name is Celeste. I make money occupying a brothel and taking clients. I don't make much, and neither does my friend, s-so.. He came down here to try and make enough for the birth of my child. I can't let something happen knowing he was trying to help me."

"...Consider it a commission. Celeste."

Joy fills her joints. She has a partner! At least temporarily! The fear of going-it-alone still slightly lingers, knowing this man can disappear at any moment, and the anxiety about keeping him around at all still haunts her- for she's seen the worst of man. But, as it stands now, and after all she's seen, even so, so early into the dungeons, having someone who's mapped the place out seems like an advantage she can't afford to let walk out.

It feels like, at least for now, they'll be okay. As a team.

#muse: #C E L E S T E #I S A Y A H #Big Fic Energy #Fic Hours #//IM TRYING MUSES OUT