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ixhkor-and-ambrosxa · 16 days

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Hey #GreekMythology tumblr, I want ya’lls help on something :).

So, I’ve been thinking about starting this massive project. Like, would take years and years work of writing and research and sheerly finding the time and motivation for. And as I was thinking about the specifics, I thought: why not bring others into it as well? Because as much as I am interested in a lot of Greek Mythology, there are things that are simply not my interests and might cause writers block and my goal for the project would to be as fun as possible. So, here we are.

What is the project exactly? Well, hopefully, it’ll be a long Ao3 series/fic focusing on the individual perspectives of various figures/events in Greek Mythology arranged in (semi/good enough) chronological order. I personally intend to write for Poseidon in his/my version of the Titanomachy and (maybe) some events that follow, if you want a little bit of an idea on what I’m talking about.

The limits on this are almost completely free, all that I ask are that each of your submissions are one POV only (and by that I mean your main subject’s POV). Why do I say this? I say this because that is what I want this project to look like. It doesn’t matter if it’s First, Second, or Third POV along with all the other variants of those three, my main focus is on the individual experiences of these individuals. Kind of like character studies, if you know what I mean. I’m intending for it to be mostly formal but I will absolutely accept crack admissions that I will probably put into its own series to Separate the Vibes for whoever comes by :).

Ultimately, this is a completely open-ended project that has absolutely no deadline. I’m about to go to bed so I can’t go into too much detail, but if you want to DM me or send any asks, I am completely okay with that and we’ll all flesh out the specifics we go :).

What is my overall purpose? Not only is this project made for my own individual purposes of learning more about the gods and other Greek Mythology writers, but it’s also the chance to spread the word of other writers. I know how hard it is to get specific audiences, especially when you’re shy, so this is a chance for your work to be stumbled upon. Each post on the eventual Ao3 fic will include your socials, how to find you, and your other general works on either ao3, tumblr, wattpad, or other :)

Can you participate even without socials or a tumblr page? Yes you absolutely can :). My asks will always be open to anons and I will do my best to give credit when I eventually post everything :). If you want to post multiple submissions or simply just want a trackable (between works) name to your writing, just sign something at the end. It could be a name, it could be a potential username, I don’t mind at all :)).

How do I submit things? Well, the best way would be to DM me :). I have a personal writing email separate from most things that would be perfect to either share a google docs with or to just send a copy-and-pasted copy of it. Otherwise, I take asks. None of them will be posted unless asked or we’re ready to so it’ll be safe to just drop them off in! It’s also where I take questions :).

Any other things to note? I’d really appreciate some other moderators and editors :). There’d only be like two or three of each and we’d have to know each other decently well before officially starting, but some help would be appreciated! Also, I’d like to keep a working ‘spreadsheet’ of who’s working on what just for people to see what’s going on :). Maybe some people can collaborate or it’ll encourage those niche writers to write :). A third thing is that most questionable stuff is accepted. I’d personally rather not handle all those things other than posting it so it might be a while until I can officially accept (consensual and/or graphic) ✨spicy stuff✨ but, other than that, I’ll take any of it (also, it’s Greek Mythology, almost all of it already happened). If someone’s willing to take over the ✨spicy stuff✨ then please DM me so we can work out the details and see if it’s a nice fit :)

Honestly, that all should be it. The main point is that I’m trying to start up a long-term project on Tumblr and Ao3 about what is essentially Greek Mythology character studies that not only allows for mass communication across a wide audience, but also (hopefully) gets some recognition for the smaller writers :). Feel free to DM me or send me asks with questions but for now, I shall sleep

Tagging: @bluebellstudio @thirteen-deaths-later @0lympian-c0uncil @happyk44 @h0bg0blin-meat @sworeontheriverstyx @deathlessathanasia @gotstabbedbyapen. Sorry if I tagged you and you want nothing to do with it, I just wanted to get it out there /pos /gen

#ya know this is the one time I regret deleting all my old accounts :/#I had such a large (ish) following on my old tumblr (neptunes-sea-of-writing btw if you recognize it)#that it’s kind of intimidating to restart again :(#need to do it tho. i just gotta #but I haven’t really written-#anyway that’s not this post’s problem #tagging everyone to try to get it out there #even if you aren’t interested #it’d be appreciated if you share anyway to get to a larger audience :)#i just. wanna build that community and know more things #as much as I’d love to tackle this project all on my own #I know I can’t and it wouldn’t be beneficial for me #but since a large portion of it is gaining knowledge #why not ask it from others?#tagging everyone to get it out there #also the general tag is going to be:#Neptune’s Big Ass Greek Mythology Project #bc why not :)#but seriously #consider it if it’s your thing #and if it’s not that’s fine #I remember being a small writer so intimidated to find people #and I’m feeling that feeling once again having started my entire platform over again :)#we’ve all got this. we’ll make it work /pos #greek mythology #also #you can write for absolutely any fandom #idc #as long as it’s one consistent pov of your focus character :)#also I’m like incredibly sleep deprived and tired rn ive been up since four am and its nine pm rn

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kanerallels · 2 months

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For @monthly-challenge day 14: "I love you", I'm finally updating the Steve Miller Au!! But this one can be read as a standalone as well

Full fic under the cut, but you can also read it on AO3 here!!

Taglist: @day-to-day-thots @auroramagpie @laughingphoenixleader @accidental-spice @heckin-music-dork @opalknight @seleneisrising @cassie-fanfics (DM me if you want to me added or removed to the tag list!)

More and more in life, Kanan found his days full. Namely, full of missions and reports and maintenance and training and working. There were so many things to do, people to help, and between training Ezra, working with Hera and the rest of the crew, and still managing his network of spies, Kanan was busier than he would have liked.

Obviously he delegated, and he wasn’t busy constantly. But no matter how hard he worked, it seemed so rare that he had any real free time. Or in reality, he supposed, it was rare he had any real free time when Hera did, too.

That was why Kanan treasured the times they did have even more.

It was late, and the two of them were sitting up in the Ghost’s kitchen. Hera had just gotten back from a recon mission with her new squadron, and Kanan had stayed up to greet her.

“You look tired,” he told her as she dropped onto a supply crate with a sigh. Glancing up, Hera snorted.

“That’s charming,” she said dryly.

“It in no way detracts from your beauty,” Kanan assured her, and she laughed.

“You’re so full of it sometimes.”

Shooting her a wink, Kanan said, “You like me that way, and you know it. Can I make you something to eat? There are some leftovers I can heat up.”

“Yes, please,” she said. “Although I can take care of it—”

As she started to rise, Kanan gently pushed her back into a sitting position. “Uh-uh. We learned our lesson on that one when you nearly set the kitchen on fire last week. Besides, I don’t mind. You sit and tell me about your mission.”

Giving him a grateful smile, Hera leaned back with a sigh. “It was a pretty routine op. I’m still getting used to working with a larger team like this, but after working with you and the others for so long, it’s not too hard. And they seem to accept me as their leader.”

“Of course they do,” Kanan said, opening the Tupperware container he’d pulled out of the fridge. “Why wouldn’t they? You are the incredible Captain Hera Syndulla— and they’ve seen you risk your life time after time for this rebellion.”

“Hmm. You know, I’m still trying to decide if I should thank you for this recommendation.”

Switching on the stove, Kanan started scooping out the contents of the container— a meat and vegetable stir fry he’d made for dinner a few hours earlier. “It wasn’t me who got you the job, you know. I made the suggestion, but Sato’s the one who chose you. Past that, it’s entirely your own fault.”

Hera scoffed. “You’re the one who put it in motion. You realize this means I’ll be even busier now?”

Grimacing, Kanan said, “I didn’t really connect those dots until after I told Sato. But, unfortunately, I stand by it. You’re the best person for the job. We don’t have another pilot like you.”

“Thanks, love.”

“You’re welcome, Captain Hera.”

The two of them stayed in the kitchen together as Kanan heated up the leftovers and Hera talked about her new squadron, telling him about the ones that caused trouble and the others that were excited to have her. “I’ll have to introduce them to you and the others properly,” she said. “I think you’ll get along with them.”

“Anyone who likes you, I usually like,” Kanan said, grabbing a bowl from the cupboard.

He dished up the stirfry and passed the bowl to Hera, who accepted it with a laugh. “I think if we test that, it’ll be disproved pretty quickly,” she said.

“Probably,” Kanan said, pulling open a drawer. “Where in the name of the Force are all of our forks? I thought I told Ezra to put them away in here.”

“Jyn rearranged the drawers the other day,” Hera said. “She said the way we had things organized was driving her insane and she couldn’t live like this any longer. I assume she didn’t inherit this from you?”

Checking a few more drawers, Kanan said, “Not likely. Aha!” Grabbing a fork, he passed it to Hera. “Mission accomplished. Meet you in the lounge? I want to find something to snack on.”

“See you there,” Hera agreed, sticking the fork into her bowl before heading into the lounge. Kanan remained behind only for a minute. Digging through the cupboards, he located a half-empty bag of chips and headed out to join her.

They sat on the couch, side-by-side. Hera devouring her dinner, Kanan at her side, they settled into a comfortable silence for a little while. Kanan didn’t mind it, much though he loved Hera’s voice. Any time he was with her was time well spent.

Finally, Hera pushed aside her empty bowl and sat back with a sigh, letting her head drop against Kanan’s shoulder. He offered her the bag of chips, and she took a few. “Force, I’m glad to be home,” she mumbled.

“Must have been a long trip,” Kanan commented as she munched on her snack. “You tired?”

“A little,” Hera said. “But I can’t sleep just yet— I was wanting to run some maintenance checks on my A-wing before our next mission.”

“Ah, yes,” Kanan said, feeling a small grin cross his face. “Your A-wing. Did I see Sabine did a, uh, a little work on it? I like it.”

Hera elbowed him in the ribs. “Don’t you start.”

“What? I said that I like it!”

“We’re not discussing this.” Glancing down at her, Kanan saw Hera flushing slightly. “Besides,” she said, “it was Sabine’s idea.”

Chuckling, Kanan said, “I had a feeling. Doesn’t really seem like your thing.”

“No,” Hera said decisively. “But it’s Sabine’s art, so I’m not going to get rid of it.”

“Mm-hmm. Is that the only reaso— ow!” Kanan let out a yelp as Hera walloped him in the arm. “Okay, okay, dropping it.”

Resettling against him, Hera muttered, “You’d better.” Despite her words, a hint of humor colored her tone, and Kanan couldn’t hold back his grin.

He slipped an arm around her, pulling her a little closer. “You know, the A-wing can probably wait until tomorrow. You need some rest.”

Hera let out a sigh. “Don’t tempt me, dear. I should be setting a good example for the others.”

“Including a terrible sleep schedule?” Kanan said, and Hera snorted.

“It’s not that bad of a sleep schedule.”

“Uh-huh. Well, I respect your commitment.”

As she sat up slowly, Hera raised an eyebrow at him. “You’d better not be teasing me again.”

“I’m not, I promise,” Kanan promised her. “You stick with your principles, you always have. And you follow through. It’s one of the many things I love about you.”

He only realized what he’d said when Hera went rigid next to him, shock flashing across her face. Pulling away from him a little, she stared at him. And then it hit Kanan.

He had just told Hera that he loved her for the first time.

“Ah,” he said, wincing. “That— I’m sorry. I mean, no, I’m not, but I didn’t mean to push you, and if you’re not ready for it— I just—”

Holding up a hand, Hera said, “Kanan. Stop.”

He stopped.

Hera took a deep breath, her skin darkening with a blush. “Force. This is— I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Kanan said quietly. “You don’t need to feel like you should—”

Shaking her head, Hera said, “No, not for that. I— okay, I need you to listen and not interrupt so I can explain this. It’s a little… complicated.”

Complicated was, generally speaking, not good. But Kanan just nodded. “Okay. I’ll listen.”

Gratitude crossing her face, Hera said, “Thank you.” Rubbing her forehead, she was quiet for a minute, her expression thoughtful. Finally, she said, “I don’t know how much you know about Twi’lek culture— I’m assuming not much.”

“You would be right,” Kanan said slowly. Okay, there’s definitely something I’m missing here.

Nodding, Hera said, “I thought so. Part of it— something I was taught growing up— is that saying… what you said… well, it’s more serious than it is for other cultures. Most Twi’leks at home wouldn’t tell someone that until… until they were married.”

“Oh,” Kanan said, his eyes widening.

“Yes,” Hera said. “It’s treated as something very personal, even for family members. It’s not just words, it’s the beginning of a promise. A promise for a future. And you don’t just say it, especially not out in the open—”

“Like I just did,” Kanan finished. Wincing, he said, “I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

Shaking her head, Hera said, “It’s fine. I should have explained it to you earlier. It’s—” she let out a half-laugh, her smile more like a grimace. “There’s a lot of my home that I’ve left behind. But this is one of the things I’ve held onto, at least unconsciously. It’s what I always believed.”

Slowly, Kanan said, “Okay— that makes sense. First of all, I will absolutely respect this. If you don’t want me to say anything like that, I won’t. And Force knows you don’t have to say anything.”

But Hera was already shaking her head. “No. No, you’re— you’re fine, actually. We do technically say it, we just don’t… say it. Verbally, that is. There are a lot of parts of the Ryl language that aren’t communicated out loud, but with the lekku. Hence why there aren’t many non Twi’leks who can speak it well.”

“Makes sense,” Kanan said with a nod. “So you’re saying—”

“I’m saying that… I’m fine with it if you say it. And…” Kanan saw her blush again as she seemed to gather herself. “I feel the same way. I’m just not going to say it out loud, and I’m sorry—”

Catching hold of her hand, Kanan said, “Don’t apologize. This one’s on me— and I understand.” His mind flashed to the way she’d hugged him when they’d rescued him from the Empire. To the way her eyes glowed when she smiled at him, when she kissed him. To the fact that she’d come home, exhausted, and chosen to spend her time with him. To the way she called him “love”.

She was saying that she loved him, too, even if it wasn’t out loud.

“I won’t say it too often,” he promised her. “But I am going to say it, because Force only knows I was bad enough at disguising my feelings before. And it’s only going to get worse from here.”

Hera let out a slightly breathless laugh. “I’m okay with that.”

“Good.” Bending down, Kanan kissed her gently, holding her close for a long moment. When he finally pulled away, a slight movement caught his eye. Her lekku were twisting together behind her, in a spiral shape. He’d seen them do that before, but only now had he realized what it might mean.

“That’s what that means, doesn’t it?” he asked softly, brushing a thumb along her temple near the base of her lekku.

Her blush was answer enough, as was the small, secretive smile she gave him. Kanan made a mental note to properly learn more Ryl, and leaned in to kiss the woman he loved again.

#star wars rebels #swr #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #kanera #the steve miller au #februfluff2024 #happy valentine's day!!#writing stories is a kind of magic too

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hugogetsrawed · 2 months

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TVA archive anon again yes that is what I meant thank you! Sorry I wasn't clear enough in my first ask, I'm just a bit intrigued by the local fandom cryptid and don't know where to do research

No worries!! I can give you a quick overview of what happened (to the best of my knowledge) and places you can look for remnants of the Tall Varian anon.

The Tall Varian anon started posting under NSFW fics on ao3 that featured bottom Varian. (It's important to note that the Tall Varian anon and the Top Varian anon are the same person btw!)

They hit up a few top Varian fics, praising them for having that and begging for more material. These are mostly under "Anon Guest" users, but I think DAVIDOFF and Sararar were the pseudonyms they transitioned into using.

I'm pretty sure if you search Varigo on ao3 and filter it out to Explicit fics, you'll find a comment under one of those two names about it, so I would start there. It's mostly smaller comments like "this is actually good" or "why won't people write Top Varian?" until beloved fandom author PornOnTheCob declared open season on them in their comment section on I THINK their valentine's day fic in 2022 (?). After that it migrated to Tumblr and became way more hostile.

There was an incident where they posted under EVERY SINGLE Varigo authors' works (including non tts/vat7k fics) about how Varigo was a cult (these might be deleted, but I still have screenshots somewhere).

It's harder to search on Tumblr bc the search system is stupid and broken, but there were a million incidents on my main (@whothefuckisknives), and I'm pretty sure other blogs got hit up too (I wouldn't know tho bc I only knew a couple of ppl in the fandom at the time and we were in a Discord groupchat, not really on Tumblr).

Currently, they do have a Tumblr blog, but they have most ppl in the fandom blocked which is awesome for us tbh. I think they interact with 3 ppl tops.

One note to add, you'll probably find a lot of Tall Varian/Top Varian comments under Cheerio, HOWEVER you'll also find nice comments too. That's bc Cheerio was actually someone else, but Tall Varian anon started impersonating them to cause drama (I know this btw bc I knew who the original Cheerio was and they ended up making an AO3 account). So if you see Cheerio in the comment section during the Porn0nTheCob fights, that's not Tall Varian anon.

There's a bunch of other pseudonymous they used too, like Anali, Dan, Duchess de L'ciel, Rioteer, gds, and Lady [something?? i don't remember it but I think it began with an "A"]. They've gone through a couple of Tumblr blogs too that got deleted or banned too. The only one's I can remember is @imapervertedtangledfan (deleted, but you might be able to find it via archieve/waybackmachine fuckery), @/aliciasinferno (this one is still a little bit active).

Actually here's a really funny call out post that THEY POSTED ABOUT THEMSELVES to try and throw ppl off their trail (didn't work):

It has the names of all the blogs and some of the AO3 names they've used which is. Really really funny.

Anyway, those are some places where you can start looking! Its a really weird deep dive fr one you get into it. They're also still active on their current Tumblr, but I'm not comfortable with naming them outside of DMS bc I don't want them up my ass again.

#fandom salt #tall varian anon #tall varian anon if you are reading this don't even bother to get in my askbox bc we all know how that's turned out every time

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marsmarbles · 2 months

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I uh I have two things lmao

What’s the bakery/resultant name that Jimmy Bdubs Fwhip and BigB run called or is it just ‘Food Crew Bakery’ like you referred to it as in the BigB x Grian fic

This is going to be long and I don’t want to put a 3,000-5,000 word long fic into your ask, so do you have an AO3 I can gift it to?? On anon ofc, cause I’m a mystery ;)

-🌻

1. I was thinking the Food Crew Café but it’s not really a café so I guess just the Food Crew Bakery. Call it what you want. And if you gotta better name call it that.

2. Holy fuck that’s a lot of words lmao(not like I’m complaining tho. It actually excites me). I don’t have an AO3 account but I don’t mind at all if you put it in my asks, and if you really think it’s too long you could split it into two parts. I also don’t really want to make an AO3 account(nothing against you or any other writers who wanna send me fanfiction). I don’t know how gifting works on AO3, but I’m sure people here on Tumblr wanna read your writing(even if you are just writing this for me and yourself).

And if you really really don’t wanna put it in my asks I’ll make an AO3 account. Just let me know

Edit: I decided to check out AO3 to make an account just in case you wanted me to make an account and turns out my invitation request won’t be accepted ‘til February 22nd sooooo. I’m also most definitely heavily underestimating how much 5,000 words is gonna be in an ask lmao. My next best thought(which still isn’t very good) if you don’t wanna wait the extra week is to just dm it to me here on Tumblr while I keep you anonymous. Then again, not a very good option.

#mars ask #chained life au #chained life au fanfiction

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slutforstabbings-archive · 1 year

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Clean Again

Chapter 5: THE LONG LIST read on AO3 | previous chapter | tumblr chapter index make sure to check AO3 for this fic's playlist and other extras!

Corey comes to fix Reader's sewing machine.

general warnings for this fic - angst, fluff, eventual smut (MDNI), canon-typical violence, canon-typical gore contents/warnings for this chapter - alcohol consumption, stalking

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You stand in the living room, slowly rotating in a circle. Evaluating. Your eye lands on a candle and you lunge forward to light it. Then you step back and think. Too romantic. You blow it out. Another thought occurs to you and you run to the bathroom. You tear down the hand towel on the bar over the counter and stuff a new one into it. You tidy the bunched up fabric, but not too much. The kitchen! You sprint to the sink and dump out the mesh trap you keep in the drain. You dash back to the bathroom and apply a spritz of perfume down the inside of your shirt.

Corey’s coming over tonight.

Yesterday Veronica asked you to meet up for coffee before work. You arrived at the cafe across from the record store and found her at a little table on the patio. Before you could even pull a chair out to sit down, she was demanding information. All you had texted her on Monday night was a message mimicking hers.

“Oh my god, spill!” She exclaimed excitedly.

“He’s gonna fix my sewing machine.” You said with a laugh.

“What does that mean?” Veronica gave you an exaggerated scandalized look.

“My literal sewing machine. It’s been jammed for weeks. I can’t figure it out. But he’s a mechanic or something? I’m not really sure, but he knows machine things and he’s coming over tomorrow to fix it.”

“That’s your first date?” She said, amused.

“Well, I’m also gonna make him dinner.”

“Oh my god, cooking on the first date? You slut!” Veronica slapped your hand playfully and you both laughed. “What are you making him?”

“I don’t know yet! He said anything is fine except spaghetti. I wanna pick something kinda simple cause I know I’m gonna be super nervous. I gotta look at what I have in the house.”

“So how did the conversation go? How did you wind up asking him to fix your sewing machine?”

“The first time I saw him was in the like, technical hobby aisle. I was getting books about sewing machine maintenance because I thought I could figure it out on my own. I haven't gotten anywhere 'cause I keep getting scared I'm just gonna irreparably fuck the machine if I do it on my own. I saw him on that aisle again and I just said ‘Do you know anything about sewing machines?’” She didn't need to know you'd chased after him, even if you kind of felt like he'd wanted you to. You know she would not approve.

“Your opening line was ‘Do you know anything about sewing machines?’” She asked, incredulous. You nodded your head. “I cannot believe that worked.”

“Me neither,” you admitted.

“He’s a mechanic or something? That’s sexy.”

“Yeah,” you squeaked, covering your face.

“Mr. Library, the sexy mechanic. You’ll have to let me know how it goes.”

“Of course!” You reassured her. “Actually, I was planning to text you like, right before he gets there and after he leaves, like, for safety.”

“You fucking better, or I will come over there, guns blazing,” Veronica said. “What’s his name?”

“Corey.”

“Corey,” Veronica purred. The two of you burst into giggles like you used to in the back of class in high school.

You stand in front of the mirror on your dresser now, putting earrings in and taking them out. You want to look put together, like you tried, like you care. You also don’t want to go overboard. He’s just going to be fixing your sewing machine. But it’s more than just fixing your sewing machine. You haven’t been on any dates since you broke things off with Hurley. You’re already so infatuated with Corey it scares you. You just want things to go well. You’re not sure you can handle it if they don’t.

You go back out into the rest of the apartment, making sure it’s clean in the right way. Tidy without being sterile or stuffy. You pull the blanket down off the back of the couch, then toss it back up, so it doesn’t look so manicured. You flip through your records, looking for something to play, or at least to put on your little easel so it looked like you had been listening to it. You don’t know what kind of music he likes, so it seems fruitless.

It doesn’t matter now anyway. You can hear someone walking up the gravel path. He’s here. You text Veronica, hitting send just as there’s a knock on the door.

You open the door and you’re instantly taken aback by his beauty, the same way you were the first time you saw him. He looks great. He’s dressed in the simple way it seems like he always is, but it suits him so well, and you’ve never seen him in a sweater before. The way it hangs off his broad, round shoulders entices you to wonder about his body, so you look up at his face instead. His eyes, surrounded by halos of lashes, his pillowy lips. You feel your chest flushing.

“Come in, make yourself at home. You can take your shoes off if you want, or whatever you’re comfortable with,” you say, stepping behind the door to let him in.

“Oh, thanks,” he says. His work boots clatter to the wooden floor. You close the door awkwardly behind him.

Your phone goes off extremely loudly. Both of you jump. You had the volume turned up so you could hear if he called or texted while you were preparing for him to come over, but now the sound is deafening.

“Sorry, it’s just my friend checking in. She’s nervous about you coming over, 'cause you could be a serial killer or something.” You try to make a face that indicates it’s a joke, but for a split second he looks at you with something cold and hard in his face, and you remember the fear you felt in the library the first time you made eye contact. The hairs stand up on the back of your neck, but his face is already soft again and you manage a smile.

“Sewing machine’s in here,” you say as you lead him to the dining room. "I don’t know if you need them but the books I got from the library are right next to it. Can I get you something to drink? I have water, tea, beer…?” Corey just shakes his head and sits down in front of the machine. “Okay, let me know if you need anything. I gotta put the water on for dinner.”

You scamper into the kitchen. You pull out all the pots and pans you’ll need, using the water running into the pot for the pasta to cover the deep breaths you’re taking to try to steady yourself. He said no spaghetti, but that other pasta was fine. But is it fine? Should you make something else? You double check that your phone is on vibrate before sending Veronica another text.

Then you go back into the dining room.

Corey has a screwdriver kit you didn’t notice him bring in, all different shapes and sizes including ones you've never seen before. He’s already got the machine split down the middle, a neat little pile of screws in the lid of his tool set. You watch him silently for a second. He has one of your reference books open to a diagram you’d tried several times to understand. He shows no signs of confusion. He doesn’t acknowledge that you’ve come back into the room, so you clear your throat quietly.

“Do you want company or do you need to be alone to focus?”

Corey waves you over. You grab a dining chair and place it closer to him before sitting down. He glances up at you briefly, then goes back to his work. You sit there with your hands clasped in your lap, watching him. At first you feel super awkward. You still kind of can’t believe this is happening. That you saw him more than once, that asking him to fix your sewing machine worked, that he’s here, in your dining room. But as you watch his skillful hands remove piece after piece, working with quiet determination, you settle down. It feels like the most natural thing in the world. When you hear the water start to boil, you resent having to go back in the kitchen instead of getting to watch him longer. Then you remember what Veronica said yesterday morning.

“Oh my god, cooking on the first date? You slut!” That makes you smile. It is slutty, in its own way, doing something for him that other people might reserve for later in the relationship. Performing an intimate and domestic act for a stranger. You’ve never let a man know where you live without hanging out somewhere else first before, you’ve never had a man in this apartment at all. You’re breaking all your rules for him. It's scary, but the rules didn't protect you last time anyway. Might as well see what happens if you do things differently.

By the time you have a free moment away from the stove again, Corey is reassembling the machine. There’s a mound of dust and little fabric scraps on the table.

“Is this what was wrong with it?” You indicate the dust bunny, embarrassed.

“Yep,” Corey says simply.

“Damn, I thought I kept it pretty clean,” you say, trying to defend yourself even though Corey doesn’t seem to be judging.

“It’s the machine’s fault. You can’t clean where I pulled this from without opening the whole thing up. Bad design.” He shrugs.

“Oh. Thanks for fixing it.” You sweep the dust bunny into your hand and drop it into the trash can. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

“It smells good,” he says quietly.

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Riding here, the road rumbling under him, Corey tried to prepare himself for your questions. He knew you would want to try to get to know him. When the guys at work ask questions about his life, he gives half answers if they're persistent. If they seem like they would let it go, he just grunts. No one can find plot holes in the revised version of his life if he never shares it with anyone. But he knew that wouldn’t work with you. And if he was going to do this, whatever this was, he had to let you in, at least a little.

He was grateful you seemed happy to watch him work on the sewing machine in relative silence. Being able to do something with his hands helped him calm down. But now that diner is on the table, it’s time to talk, and his anxiety creeps up on him. He tries to push it down with the beer you brought him. Your cooking is surprisingly delicious. He regrets being too uncomfortable to really enjoy it. Hopefully next time, he catches himself thinking. If there is a next time.

“So you’re a car mechanic? Or are you like, an appliance mechanic? It wasn’t clear the other day.”

“Both,” he takes the beer bottle from his lips to say. “I work at a garage, and I repair old electronics and appliances to sell just for myself. You mend clothes?”

“Oh that’s my little side business. I also work at Plymouth Records, downtown. The mechanic thing is so cool. How did you get into that?”

It’s gonna be a long night, Corey thinks, wanting to do this to be close to you, but already feeling the wear of talking this much for the first time in so long.

“I was gonna go to college for engineering, but…” he trails off, scared to give you more information than that.

“But college.” You finish the sentence, making a face. “I dropped out too.”

“What were you studying before you dropped out?” He asks. He feels so relieved to hear you didn’t finish college either. He hopes the circumstances of your departure were much less traumatic than his, but it feels good to have a thing like that in common. It’s been so long since he felt like he had anything in common with anyone.

You laugh ruefully and it surprises him to hear the edge in your voice. “I had so many majors. I wasn’t in college because I had something I wanted to study. I was in college because it’s where I was ‘supposed to’ be.”

Corey wants to say something meaningful to that. He can’t imagine not wanting to go to college. He’d hung all his hopes on it before the thing with Jeremy. It was his ticket out. But he understands suffocating under other people’s expectations. Doing things, not because you want to, but to avoid the consequences if you don’t. He’s done that his whole life, with the exception of one glorious and horrific week. He couldn’t possibly get into it, so he settles from solemn nod.

“Where are you from?” You ask.

“Illinois,” Corey says, then immediately regrets it. He doesn’t want to lie, but he could be less specific.

“Oh yeah? I could tell you weren’t no southern boy,” you say, exaggerating your subtle accent. “Where at in Illinois?”

“Not a town you’ve heard of.” He hopes against hope that that’s the truth. His manslaughter trial didn’t make huge waves, but it had definitely made the rounds on social media nationally, and there was the podcast that nurse had mentioned. Michael Myers’ massacres, and his own, were probably much bigger headlines. Front page maybe even. He had killed nine people that week. He had no way to even estimate how many Michael had done beyond the two he’d been there for. That had to make the front page nationally. Or trend on Twitter, or something. But he couldn’t be sure. He’d avoided the news studiously since he left.

“What brought you here?”

That, Corey can answer truthfully. Vaguely, but truthfully. “It was hell living there. I couldn’t wait to get out,” he says. “What about you?”

“I’m from here,” you say. “I was gone for a few years, but I wound up crawling back.”

The conversation lulls. Corey is thankful that you allow it to. Mixed feelings roil inside him. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t have accepted dinner if he was going to help you, and he shouldn’t have helped you. His cover will be blown, he’ll go to prison. He’ll be sentenced to death, but he won’t ever die. He’ll just wither immortally in a cell, watching all the other killers be walked to their waiting KFC.

And yet, it’s so nice to talk to someone. To put on a front and pretend to be normal. To get to know a pretty girl. He lies to himself every day that it doesn’t hurt. That he likes being alone. That even with his mother breathing down his neck his whole childhood, he was always really alone, and his complete isolation is just the logical conclusion of things. The way he was born to live.

Of course none of that is true. He remembers the way he felt about the Allens before the accident with Jeremy. How he’d hoped someday he could experience a love like the one they had, before he destroyed it.

Then there’s you. Rubbing your finger around the rim of your glass in mock-absentmindedness. Pretending not to look at him, but studying him intently. You texted your friend just in case the man you invited into your home was a murderer. He is. But you’re safe with him, at least right now. He thinks about the way you caught him in the library. And again he feels aroused at the idea that you’re a hunter too. He wonders if you could survive an encounter with Michael, if you have the fight in you like Laurie did. He finishes his beer.

“You’re a good cook,” he says, breaking the silence.

You give him The Smile . “Thank you! I was worried it was too similar to spaghetti.”

“I might actually eat your spaghetti.”

“You should be so lucky,” you reply, laughing. You’re flirting. He’s flirting, and you’re flirting back. He almost can’t believe it.

The rest of the evening is easier for Corey. He relaxes just a little. When it’s time for him to go, you walk outside with him. You stand out there in your sock feet with no jacket even though it’s a chilly night. Your eyes light up when you see his motorcycle.

“Is this what you drive all the time?” You ask.

“Yeah. Do you like motorcycles?”

“Uh, I think so? I’ve never ridden one.” You step closer to it.

Corey almost offers to give you a ride, but he hesitates, thinking of Allyson. The only other person he’d ever ridden with. Will giving you a ride lock you into her fate?

“I might be scared to ride it, honestly. As lame as that is,” you say, letting him off the hook.

“It’s not lame. My dad died in a motorcycle accident when I was little,” Corey says, surprising himself by sharing so easily.

“And you still ride this thing everywhere?” You raise your eyebrows in exaggerated disbelief.

“I don’t have the best sense of self-preservation,” he confesses.

A smirk curls your lips. Corey can see you realizing the shy, reserved boy you’d spent the evening with might have an edge to him. You have no idea how sharp that edge is.

“Let me know if there’s anything else you need fixed,” he says, straddling the bike and putting his helmet on.

“Do you want the long list or the short list?” You say sarcastically.

“The long list. Text it to me.” Corey’s bike roars to life. You laugh and shake your head. “I’m serious!” He shouts over the rumble of the engine.

You reach out and put your hand on the top of his helmet. Then you walk back to your door, turning around to wave at him before you go inside. He waves back, and watches you disappear into your apartment. When he can't see you anymore he rides away.

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As you close the door, you let out a little excited sound. You can’t help but squeal. Things went so well! You send the all clear text to Veronica as you make your way to the kitchen, not even annoyed that you have to clean up. Corey had been so nice, scraping both plates and putting them in the sink. You’re touched by the small gesture of respect. You reach into the basin and, without really thinking about it, you pick his fork up off his plate and put it into your mouth. You stand there for a second before you catch yourself. You pull the fork from your mouth and laugh out loud at yourself as you load the dishwasher.

After that’s done you bring a glass of water into the bedroom and set it and your phone on your nightstand. You want to text Corey and tell him thank you for such a lovely evening, but you don’t want to come across as clingy. You tell yourself you’ll decide after you do your nighttime routine. The water barely spurts out of the faucet in your bathroom. You struggle to get your toothbrush clean under the unimpressive flow, and it takes forever for your cupped hands to fill with water to splash on your face.

When you come back into the bedroom, skin moisturized and hair braided, the decision of how soon to text Corey has been made for you.

A little heart appears over your last message. His transparent attempt to have reasons to come back over charms you. As if you wouldn’t just invite him because you like him. You smile as you tuck yourself into bed.

Your bedroom door is crooked and sticks closed, so Corey takes it down and glues a bunch of toothpicks into the screw holes, then when the glue is dry, he saws them flush before he hangs the door back up.

Some of your outlets are loose, the weight of the cord pulls the plug halfway out as soon as you let go. The two of you check every outlet in the whole apartment, plugging things in and watching them slip back out, putting stickers on the ones that suck. Next time he comes over he flips all the switches in your breaker box. The two of you crawl around in the dark as he replaces each stickered outlet, you holding a flashlight steady for him. It feels strangely intimate, and you both speak in whispers, leaning in to be heard.

The light bulb in your closet is burnt out and your high ceilings keep it out of reach, even on the step stool you keep around. Corey stacks your dining chairs under the bare bulb and climbs the precarious pile.

“Be careful,” you warn him from outside the closet. He scoffs and holds his hand out for the new light bulb.

“There’s a spider in here,” he says when the light comes on.

“Cool,” you say. “Is it poisonous?”

“Um… I’m not a spider expert. It’s just a regular spider, I think.”

“Just leave it,” you instruct.

“You don’t want me to kill it?” His muffled voice sounds surprised.

“It’s not hurting anything. If that’s where it wants to be, I’m not gonna stop it.” He gives you a confused look when he jumps down from the chair stack. “Are you judging me?” You ask.

“Never. I’m just… impressed.”

“I have a soft spot for maligned creatures,” you explain.

When you’re not with Corey, he’s always on your mind. You’ve started hearing motorcycles everywhere. Whenever you hear one rumbling along, you think of him, and say a quick prayer to no one for the rider’s safety.

He’s smart. He seems scared to make jokes, like he doesn’t think he’s funny, but there’s a dark edged humor to him that surprises you pleasantly every time. When you talk it feels like he really listens, like he’s taking notes.

Something very bad happened to him. You’ve noticed the scars on his hand and his throat, but the sense that he’s been through something awful comes equally from how extremely guarded he always seems. His reservation is the very thing that reduces yours. You’ve been emotionally unavailable for what feels like forever. You think of all the times you ended things after one or two stiff little dates. Corey’s hesitance makes him feel like someone safe.

And he’s just so goddamn pretty. Sometimes you have to look away because it feels like gazing at the sun.

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It’s not a complete coincidence that you’ve started hearing motorcycles more often, not only an illusion of increased frequency.

Corey hadn’t let himself follow you home from the library the other day, but finding the same strength now isn’t always easy. In the evenings after work, on his days off, whenever he’s not busy and he’s not with you, he wonders where you are and what you’re doing. He makes himself work on a project, scrub a circuit board with rubbing alcohol and a q-tip. But inevitably he gets antsy.

His bike carves across town. He passes your apartment, he cuts through the parking lot behind the record store, he lurks across the street from your favorite mom and pop grocery. He’s been going to the library more than ever before. Your habit of texting while walking irritates him, but he always softens a little when he feels his phone vibrate. He makes sure you get home safe on nights you stumble out of a dive bar and into a taxi with Veronica and Rose. A time or two he’s left you a little present, dropping a flower from a nearby tree onto your passenger seat through your barely open window. When he sees a meter maid writing you a ticket he runs over and stops her, putting all the coins in his pocket into the machine to buy you more time.

When he’s with you he’s still nervous, putting a lot of effort into every conversation, always desperate for you to give him The Smile . It still hurts, wrenching the air from his lungs. And it still feels like sinking into a warm bath at the end of a long day. He feels a foreign sensation in your presence: joy.

The guilt however, is familiar and well worn. The thoughts about Allyson, that he had failed to keep her safe, that he had walked away after promising he wouldn’t. It just gets a shiny new coat of paint. He should stay away from you. What if he implicates you, contaminates you. Is he putting you in legal danger by getting close to you? Or physical danger? And is he disrespecting Allyson’s memory? You’ve already gotten more time with him than she ever will. Is that good or bad? How can he keep you from ending up like her?

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #halloween ends #fan fic #mine #cc

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I finished 'the sky sang out your name to me' and MAKER WHAT HAPPENS NEXT???! What happens to Eilan in Solas' bold new world?! If you ever do write a part 3 please let me know I am so curious to follow her story it was fabulous and heartbreaking!

Ahhh!!! Thank you for this comment and the one on AO3. I do have the next part in draft at 65k! It's happening. It's just a much more complicated fic than the first. Multiple POVs, parallel subplots, some that intersect and thus timing is key. Lots more world building too! I zoom out from just Eilan and her POV to see Thedas writ large. What is happening across the map? How are our faves doing? POV characters are Eilan, Solas, Varric, Dorian, Josephine, Sera. A big part of the sequel's arc is Eilan going from thrashing against the horrors of the post-Veil roil to accepting her place alongside the power center in Thedas, even as Solas does his usual "who, me? no i don't want power, i'm just some guy" and yet of course can't help but wield his power because he has it, knows he is right, someone must act, etc. Classic Solas! Oh! One thing I like about them as a couple in the sequel is that Solas actually becomes a better partner! Once he's less myopic on the Veil and more grateful to her, he can actually listen to her complaints and adjusts and likes himself better as a person, so that's cute. But of course it leads them down dangerous roads because again they become so self-absorbed in their relationship. They just keep saying "you're the best" to each other while ignoring all the terrible turns the other takes. Josephine, Varric, Dorian and Sera all take dark turns as their world is ended and they are embittered. Mwhahahaha. I have had SOOOO much fun world-building and writing politics in Tevinter. A lot of that is done. If you really REALLY want to know what happens next in greater detail and don't mind spoilers, I can share in DMs. I do want to finish it but I got Lexlan on the brain. I think you might also really like Lexlan cause, I think, if I am picking up on things correctly, you like this obsessive love. It happens with Lexlan too but manifests in a totally different, fresh, and youthful way. Also that story is just starting and we got some fans on the train so we can all scream together.

#ask #sure he smashes cities but i looooove him #50 points to whoever knows that reference #yes it is the rugrats episode of reptar on ice #yes my back hurts randomly and i must stretch before going to bed #ok but back to fic thank you for reading my story it has me excited to get back to it #also what did you think of the magic game though? it's really endured

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tagged by lovely @car-bo-hydrate to try this <3333

star sign: virgo

favourite holiday: new year

last meal: a hot mug of tea and some south african buttermilk rusks (comfort food breakfast!!! ❤️☕)

current favourite musician: probably taylor swift, but as always, it's hard to choose just one. OOOH! lately, dove cameron is high up on the list too

last music listened to: confetti (acoustic version) by little mix - LISTEN. ever since ms perrie edwards put out a tease that her solo music is coming soon, i have been on a big little mix high again, listening to all my old favourites and hyping myself up sooooo much for that perrie music drop 👀👀👀😍

last movie watched: my girlfriend and i rewatched shang-chi and the legend of the ten rings again last night for movie night <3 LOVE that movie, omfg. both my gf and i firmly declared all michelle yeoh's scenes our favourites 🤭

last tv show watched: you know, it's actually been really long since i've properly watched a TV show, so the answer to this is probably something silly like reruns of FRIENDS

last book/fic finished: 2 different answers here!! last book was iron flame by rebecca yarros (yes, i caved to all the hype and read it on the plane - yes, there were bits that pissed me off, but i mostly enjoyed it) and last fic was one of AO3 user venerat's landoscar masterpieces, "i'll kiss you first" <3

last book/fic abandoned: hmm... i tried to read this rom-com called "you & me: a mlm single dads romance" while on holiday in SA, and i just... couldn't make it more than 5 chapters in. the cringe (& the VERY american focus of... everything...) was just too much for me, especially because i tried to read this right after a super delightful wlw rom-com recommended to me by darling @duquesademiel. after that, this one just... couldn't compare. at all.

currently reading: well, i'm back to work, so my time for books has unfortunately dropped exponentially... all i'm actively reading rn is a bunch of f1 rpf fics, to be perfectly honest

last thing researched for writing/art/hyperfixation: "WHAT COULD CAUSE A SCANDAL IN THE REGENCY ERA" 🤣🤭

favourite online fandom memory: storytime sundays where we tell those long DM fics with @boxboxbrioche and @welightitup <3333

favourite old fandom you wish would drag you back in/have a resurgence: HMMM! i am mostly over all my old fandoms by now, to be fair, but if i really had to choose one... probably one direction?? because a proper resurgence would mean the reunion, right? (right?) ((so maybe i'm not quite as "over it" as i pretend 🤭))

favourite thing that you enjoyed that never had an active fandom: ohhhh, i can't think of a name immediately now, but it's definitely some or other book series that, if it had a fandom at all, was so tiny that i was practically the only person in it 🥲

tempting project that you're trying to rein in/don't have time for: LISTEN. i have had the most awful writer's block for months, and now that i can finally write again, somewhat, all that i want to write are the things that i should NOT be focusing on rn, because those things don't have deadlines but other things do *charles_wtf discord react*

prime example: about 2838474829 piarles smut WIPs and a/b/o and chussyverse explorations, instead of... my PWFE fic. some belated birthday fics. some celebration fics i promised nearly half a bloody YEAR ago. oops 😭😭 but, we'll get there. we will! just like this will be ferrari's year (i am delulu) xD

no idea who's done this yet and who hasn't, so i'm just going to tag some friends and hope i'm not double-tagging anyone - also, if i miss anyone, please feel free to say i tagged you anyway, because i'd love to see your answers <3 @boxboxbrioche @welightitup @hourcat @teamnick @sedicii @francophones @radiocheck, if any of you feel like giving this a go <3333

#tag game #tagged!#oh i am so behind on my tag games that it's not even funny - but i loved doing this one!! tysm for thinking of me charlotte <3

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I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once - Bucky Barnes - Three

Summary: After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and on social media, where he happens to find you.

Pairing: Ex-Military!Bucky Barnes x Fem! Plus Size!Reader (Modern AU)

Chapter Warnings: warnings: some angst, some fluff, two idiots having crushes, mutual pining, steve and natasha have the braincell, mild innuendos, nothing major

Word Count: 3841 Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Two || Chapter Four

It had been three months. Three months of laughter, jokes and an attempt to play UNO with a respective deck and failing miserably and then resorting to finding online versions of board games. Three months of staying up late and then alternatively nursing a cup of coffee.

After the first month you had sat down with James to have a serious conversation about his sleeping pattern since the sporadic memes did make you laugh but their timing had your stomach churning. That lead to Bucky admitting he still struggles with PTSD from time to time. He also mentioned his reluctance for the bionic arm. Though he continued coding for the team and the other participants.

Steve smiled warmly as Bucky snuck into the kitchen to speak to you. That man had this goofy grin on his face which Steve remembered from high school when Bucky had attempted to ask out the girl he had a crush on.

“When are we supposed to tell him that he has a crush?” Sam has a mischievous glint he rubs his palms together almost feeling like a villain.

“You’re way too excited about teasing him over her.” Steve notes with a chuckle.

“Come on man, its been too long since we’ve seen him this happy, I just want to know whats going on.” Sam reasons and the blonde haired man just shakes his head.

“Whats going on where?” Bucky comments entering as he pockets his phone.

Sam grins, Bucky raises a brow in question to Steve.

“Well we had a question.” Steve begins, then looks at Sam to carry forward.

“Oh so pin it on me, great, yes so we’ve been aware of this watching the moon lady,”

“Watching the moonlight or you can take her name, she isn’t Voldemort.” Bucky corrects and still looks between the two in confusion.

“Yes so, is something brewing there, is our question.” Sam completes and gives him a teasing look.

Bucky opens his mouth then closes it again, “No.”

“Oh bullshit.” Steve rolls his eyes, “You have a thing for her.”

“Steve, seriously no.” Bucky defends hand raised to add emphasis.

“So you won’t mind if I slide into her DMs right, cause she cute.” Sam smugly grins when he sees the brunette’s nostrils flare.

“You aren’t her type.” He gets a Barnes glare.

“And you know her type because?” Steve prompts.

“Because we discussed about partners and— why am I even discussing this with you two? End of topic Sam is not her type nor are you.” Bucky adds when he sees that Steve is going to open his mouth.

“I will still shoot my shot, since you aren’t interested in her. Correct?” Sam knows he is pushing it, but sometimes he needs to get himself a week worth of glaring to have Bucky act on something.

“Maybe I will too.” Steve adds trying to hide the shit eating grin when it has the intended effect to rile Bucky up.

“Why the sudden interest? She’s my friend since a while.” Bucky feels a twinge of hope, he knows it is stupid to compare himself to his best friends. He worries constantly that if he admits about his small crush on you, you will run for the hills after blocking him.

“Yes well then you can vouch for her right?” Steve sits on the couch taking his phone out, Bucky moves to the couch as well eyeing what he’s doing he wants to throw the phone when Steve’s finger hovers above the send message icon.

“Okay DM sent.” Sam gleams plopping down next to the two and Bucky reads the message he sent.

@.falcon_wilson:

Hey pretty girl, saw your picture and couldn’t resist not knowing more about you. Care to know what is it that intrigues me about you, beautiful?

Bucky winces, if him admiting his feelings didn’t drive you away his friends would.

“That is cringe.” Steve comments as he types away, “This is more tasteful.”

“Mine is flirty with just a hint of nice.”

“She’s going to block us all.” Bucky huffs, taking a bite of the mini pizzas.

@.captainrogers:

Hey this is Steve, Bucky’s friend, I thought I could speak to you, I’m planning a little thing for his birthday and wanted to know if you would like to be a part of it?

“See this is sophisticated, allows for decent conversations. Before progressing.” The blonde explains with nonchalance.

Sam rolls his eyes.

Bucky facepalms. Then groans. Then retrieves his phone when it vibrates.

His lips twitch into a half smile as he sees your familiar username.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

two of your friends slid into my DMs, should I be worried? is this some friendship test? or is it some weird pledge test, like from the american movies about frat houses and shit? is there a blood sacrifice involved?

He laughs, the mirth calming his nerves. Only you would not understand their intentions of a message like that, it was three am on Saturday so past midnight for you. Which also meant you sacrificed your sleep usually till a little later and if you woke up early you would inevitably find Bucky awake.

@.bbarnes:

it isn’t a frat house thing, also you need to stop watching trashy college films that are inaccurate.

no blood sacrifices are involved.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

so it is a pledge thingy?

@.bbarnes:

ask them? i don’t know what they have sent…

It is a white lie but he wants to know what will you say.

“I have a reply! I have a reply!” Steve grins and the trio wait for the chat to load up.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

hey steve, nice to finally speak to you, james has spoken very highly of you, i’m glad he has such a good friend there for him but i’m a little confused… his birthday was about five months ago correct? or did you mean planning for next year already?

Steve groans, Sam and Bucky laugh.

“Yes, very strategic.” Sam applauds slowly for effective sarcasm delivery.

“Why didn’t you say she knew your birthday!” Steve whines, thinking of what to reply to save face.

“Birthdays are like the first few questions in twenty questions.” Bucky shrugs, his phone buzzes again and then Sam’s.

“Lets see what she tells lover boy.” Steve grumbles and they turn to Sam’s phone.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

hi sam,

thank you for the compliment and what is it that intrigues you?

Bucky re-reads it, you were initiating a conversation with Sam. He shouldn’t feel jealous or irritated but he kind of wishes you would shut him down.

Sam grins and does an aha! “Now gotta turn on the Wilson charm.” He grins and begins to type.

Bucky leans back into the couch to read your message from the notifications, but Steve laughs and he ignores his phone.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

hey james, so um, i have some news which is well meh so just let me know if you’re in the frame of mind to talk about some heavy stuff… i don’t want to dump it on you if you’re having a bad day.

Nat has come over but she will be out like a light bulb soon.

So um yeah, let me know how are you feeling mental health wise and emotional health wise cause i’m not dumping my shit on you and if you lie to me i’ll know.

@.captainrogers:

you got me, i prepare in advance so i know what to manage and who is a part of it. sort of like have a binder to go through step by step.

Bucky rolls his eyes, Steve and meticulously planning things? The guy lost his student planner for the better part of high school.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

ah, well, you can count me in. james is very important to me, i don’t know how much he has spoken about me to you but he means a lot to me.

so let me know how i can help from miles away. i think i could make a cake out of cake emojis so…

Steve laughs again, now he understands why Bucky keeps chuckling or huffing out a bemused laugh and the genuine laughter you bring to his best friend when he speaks to you.

Bucky’s heart warms at the message, he keeps re-reading the line where you say he is very important to you. He bites the inside of his cheek contemplating admitting his feelings to his friends.

You are too important for him to lose you.

@.falcon_wilson:

first of all that little smile, i bet i could be a reason for it ;)

@.watchingthemoonlight:

aw, thank you

“Just, thank you?” Sam stares at his phone.

“Really lovely Wilson charm, man.” Steve compliments.

“Shut up.” Sam begins typing again.

Bucky looks back at Steve’s reply and sees you typing.

@.captainrogers:

i’m glad he has you too. also hmm, an emoji cake does sound fun but lets keep that as a back up till we figure something better out.

hope your night is going well.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

sure, we’ll keep this as a plan C since i know you will come up with a plan A and B.

oh nothing much just its past midnight here and i’m going to go off to sleep in a bit. it was really nice talking to you.

“That Rogers charm seems to be great. Sent her right to bed.” Sam remarks.

@.falcon_wilson:

i don’t know if it was obvious from my profile but i can fly planes, got my license this past year. I could see you enjoying flying.

Bucky’s phone chimes again he reads the two notifications.

[message was unsent by sender 7 mins ago]

@.watchingthemoonlight sent you a message

he previews it from the notification tab heart sinking.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

does sam have a girlfriend? he’s messaging me and i don’t want to intrude on someone’s relationship.

Bucky choses not to respond. You could ask Sam yourself. He clenches his jaw, trying not to let it get to him.

“Ohhh she responded!” Sam cheers and the disgruntled look on Bucky’s face has confirmed to Steve he has feelings for you. He needs to tell Sam to take it down a notch but Bucky was fully focused on the phone to ignore his text.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

that is pretty impressive bet you’ve taken a lot of ladies up there.

@.falcon_wilson:

saving that for a special someone you know? what about you? any special things reserved for anyone special?

@.watchingthemoonlight:

oh um it may seem silly but blanket forts and movie marathons, never made that but I want to with someone special.

“Didn’t you two have a movie marathon?” Steve murmurs and Bucky looks up at him.

“What? No- we just watched Sherlock.” Bucky shrugs trying to not let it get to him.

@.falcon_wilson:

i could build you that fort and several more. it isn’t silly at all.

“Lets see if she agrees.” Sam looks at Bucky and for some reason the latter is holding his breath in anticipation.

You stare at the two unread messages sent to James, he did say he was going to hang out with the two of the said friends who were DM-ing her. So she wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the type of texts. You decide to un-send the earlier message.

Nat was still laughing at Sam’s attempts at flirting with you. Though she had been pestering you to admit you were developing feelings for the kind hearted veteran who graced your phone and laptop screen more often than your university work.

“Why don’t you just tell him?” Nat exasperatedly lays down on the bed snatching your phone and groaning at the latest cheesy flirty message from Sam.

Though you had shut down Steve by giving a reason of sleeping, a part of you wondered if James and they had discussed anything before reaching out to you. That is if this wasn’t some elaborate joke type thing to welcome you into the friend group.

Nat begins typing on your phone and you have half a mind to snatch it before she hits send.

“Flirt with him from your own account.” You grumble deleting the very thirsty message she typed out. Replacing it with your own message.

“You know what, maybe, I will.” She retrieves her own phone and looks at you expectantly.

“What?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Talk me up, be my wing woman.” Nat rolls her eyes at your lack of understanding.

“Unless you are interested in Mr. Falcon Wilson, so I’ll just message Mr. B Barnes.” She begins to laugh at your furious expression a possessiveness for Bucky taking over.

“I—,”

“Just admit it, please. I can’t take the wills he won’t she tension anymore.” Natasha shakes her head bemused at your reluctance.

“I would but what good is it? He’s all the way there and I’m here the friendship only works because its new and we respond during free time. Also I think he just wants to be friends. In six months will he still want to be my friend?” You explain sighing.

“Please I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” Nat has you face her and she grabs your hands.

“He looks at you as if you hung the moon. You look at him as if he decorated the night sky with stars for you.”

“Nat…” You feel a painful twinge of hope, painful because if it was the truth it would hurt because of the distance and if it was not the truth then it would just hurt per-say.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

i think i have someone in mind already to build and sit in the one fort with me or maybe two forts. undecided on the number of forts but i hope you appreciate the honesty.

also if you are looking for someone to fly with, my best friend may be interested. She loves flying well commercial is all she has done but I bet you could catch her attention with your abilities.

@.falcon_wilson:

is she as beautiful of a soul as you are? cause bucky keeps singing your praises.

You smile fondly reading about James speaking about you to them. You hadn’t yet called him Bucky, he never insisted and somehow you found when you took his name he had this sweet soft smile playing on his lips.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

Natasha is a sweetheart, I think you both will get along pretty well.

if you do anything to hurt her i will find you and end you. i’ll tell James to end you before i get there but i will revive you just to end you again.

( @.alianovna profile attached click to open)

@.falcon_wilson:

yes ma’am, i will treat her with utmost respect.

also i’d like to see barnes try to hit me. lol.

“Oooooh he’s in my DMs.” Nat winks at you and begins typing. You roll your eyes at the glimmer in her eyes.

You look down at your phone as it chimes.

@.bbarnes:

why did you redirect Sam to Nat?

You frown, what was wrong in what you did?

@.watchingthemoonlight:

was i not supposed to?

@.bbarnes:

no just, i thought you would be interested in him. you think they’d make a good pair?

@.watchingthemoonlight:

i’m not, nat was mostly intrigued after he spoke about being able to fly a plane.

@.bbarnes:

so who gets to build blankie forts with you?

@.watchingthemoonlight:

Mr. Barnes, were you reading a private conversation?

@.bbarnes:

of course he was scared about your threat so he asked me if you had given me a hitman mission already.

You chuckle to yourself and then Nat lets out a high pitched sound.

“Abs, babes, he has abs. A-B-S.” Nat turns to the picture she just received with a shirtless picture and you revert your eyes back to James and his message.

“I’m sending him a little something. Be right back.” Nat grins and you wonder if you could ever have that kind of confidence. You shrug getting back to your conversation.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

yeah she just squealed at the picture he sent. if his reaction to her picture isn’t up to mark you have my permission to take him out.

@.bbarnes:

okay but we gotta delete evidence of you planning a hit on my friend.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

we also have to give you an alibi… video call me when you do it i’ll just say we were talking.

@.bbarnes:

so do you want to watch the hit go down or are we just making alibis?

@.watchingthemoonlight:

do you want to ruin my innocence, James?

He takes a moment to reply and the innuendo you accidentally slipped in might have been the reason. You worry your bottom lip.

@.bbarnes:

no more crime shows for you. you scare me.

doll, you might be ruining my innocence.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

steve isn’t the only meticulous planner you know, now.

also i’m only kidding about Sam, however i will ask you to punch him from my side if he messes with Nat.

maybe i am, maybe we both are.

@.bbarnes:

that punch i’ll let you watch. you know with ruining your innocence and all.

@.watchingthemoonlight:

oh so now who should be not watching more crime shows?

Sam lets out an appreciative sound at what he sees on his phone and he runs off to his room.

Steve and Bucky exchange a look and he updates you on Sam’s verbal appreciation of Natasha.

“So when are you going to stop lying?” Steve says placing down their drinks as they sit now on the kitchen island.

“What am I lying about?” Bucky raises an eyebrow.

“Oh Buck come on, you have this lovesick look whenever you see her and she is the same whenever she looks at you.” Steve taps the table for emphasis.

“Steve…” Bucky lets out an exasperated sigh, not this topic again.

“No.”

“No?”

“No. You aren’t going to let a chance at being happy go. Not on my watch.” Steve warns him, snatching the phone from his hand and running off.

“Steve give me my phone right now!” Bucky yells at him, grabbing a cylindrical hard pillow to throw at the man. The pillow hits him square in the back of his head and Steve hisses at the impact rubbing the spot, “You were a sniper years ago.”

“Training never leaves.” Bucky grins and grabs the phone back.

“Why won’t you have happiness in your life man? Is it so bad to want to be with her?” Steve questions, brows furrowed and his blue eyes holding every bit of worry and concern for Bucky.

The brunette sighs, “Look, I’m all the way here, she is all the way there. How is long distance supposed to work? We’re friends now so the distance and stuff doesn’t matter. When you’re a boyfriend and girlfriend that plays a profound role. What if she likes someone? Or there is guy who can be with her and appreciate her and cherish her?”

“They wouldn’t hold a candle to you.” Steve affirms and Bucky just shakes his head and lets out a long exhale.

“Steve, I like her yes, I really, really like her. If there is a chance she likes me too then that is great. However, I cannot half ass a relationship. She’s not deserving of that half-assery. She deserves so much more than I can give here being this far away.” Bucky admits as he looks down at his palm and then at his friend who has a familiar glint in his eyes.

“What did you do?” Bucky questions, he stares down at the phone and it isn’t his.

Steve holds up Bucky’s phone and sends the recording through to you and the two of them begin their cat and mouse game again.

“She better not fucking hear that, Rogers! I can’t lose her!”

“You won’t lose her! You both will end up together!”

“How are you so sure huh? What if I get blocked?! You punk.” Bucky throws another pillow at Steve and he proceeds to catch it then throw it back on Bucky who dodges it.

“You won’t! Nat and I confirmed with each other.” Those words make Bucky stop in his tracks and gape at Steve.

“Look we just, she messaged me, about a month ago. Asking what your intentions are with Y/N. I said I’d know the intentions when Bucky would admit to having the very obvious crush. From there we knew you two are idiots who won’t admit shit out of fear of losing the other.”

“You—,” Bucky is cut off by an incoming FaceTime call from you that too an audio call. Bucky swallows and Steve answers the call, thrusting the phone into his palm.

James raises the phone to his ear, neither of you say anything.

Just two people breathing into the phone and then you let out a laugh. James can’t help but grin at the sound.

“Are you thinking what I am?” You question him.

“Yeah. We sound like the creepy horror movie trope of heavy breathing on the other line.” Bucky sits down on the floor.

Steve gives him a weird look, confess feelings why is movie trope a topic right now! He wants to yell but only messages Natasha of the non sense. She is the only one with a braincell apart from him.

“Is, is, what you said on the voice note true?” You hold your breath, and your heart stays outstretched on the palm of your hand ready to offer it to James.

“Depends on what voice note you’re talking about.” Bucky can’t help but deflect, his heart is begging to leap out of his chest and into your hands where he knows you will treasure it. He’s just so worried.

“Hmm, let me see oh yes the one where you say you really really like me, also there is something about if I like you too and that would be great. So I’m here to tell you it is great then.” You admit and wait for him to catch on.

“Doll… I, I please I know me confessing my feelings probably ruined—wait you said great.” Bucky can’t breathe, well he can but he can’t hear anything over the ringing in his ears.

“I said great.” You affirm, biting back your grin.

Bucky switches it to a video call, he needed to see your face.

“You said great?” He questions again, the most endearing look of happiness begins to overtake his features.

“I did say great, James.” You repeat not able to contain your smile any longer.

“You like me?” He question sounding breathless.

“Buddy—,” “Shut up, Steve.”

You giggle and he looks back at you through the phone.

“I really, really like you.” You confess and heat creeps across your skin.

“I really, really like you.” Bucky confesses and you can make out the pink tinge dusting his cheeks.

AN: happy pride!!!!!!! hope you enjoyed this chapter do let me know your thoughts on it!! thank you!

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Decided I should make one of these. Hello! I'm Belle, cheesed to meet you!

In addition to this image, I shall add some extra content here:

- I am into a LOT of things, so many that I can't list them all on this image. I'm also a big fan of Gregory Horror Show, JJBA, Eddsworld, and many other things! If you wanna know if I'm into something, just ask!

- Do not be afraid to interact with me! I am a very nice person, and I'm more than willing to talk about shared interests if you so desire :]

- The "approximately three bitches" point refers to my three partners, although one is a QPR (Queer Platonic Relationship). Yes, I am poly, and I am thriving >:] !! No, none of them are on Tumblr (sadly,,,)

- Do not be mean to me or I will cry /hsrs

- Please try to use tone tags when talking to me! I have a hard time reading tone when it comes to text, and it can cause me to think you're a hater when you're not. If you don't know what a tone tag is, there are lots of documents online describing what they are and what each one means! I don't have any on hand, sorry

- I forgot to write, but I am an adult!! I am over the age of 18, born in 2004, so please keep in mind that some of the things I might reblog could be nsfw or suggestive in nature! Thank you

- I also have an AO3 account if you ever wanted to read some INCREDIBLY self indulgent fics. Same as my name on here, Msbellebelle :]

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Msbellebelle

I think that's about everything. I hope you like my art and my blog!

(EDIT: OH one more thing, if you wish to commission me, feel free to send me a dm through here! My only price is ten dollar discord nitro. You can give me multiple months if its a particularly intricate drawing, but theyre all default ten dollars. Mostly bc i dont have a paypal)

#belleposting #belles art

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bambi-kinos · 1 year

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@gangstersgish I asked about @abluefoxinawildwood-deactivated because BlueFox plagiarized parts of my McLennon Christmas story for the 26th chapter of India, India and I wanted to know if someone rang BlueFox’s bell for it causing them to delete in a panic. I have also received DMs and messages from other users on this website about how BlueFox tried to con and mistreat them during these past few months. This is a very fucked up and troubled individual who will happily engage in plagiarism!

For anyone who wants to read the 26th chapter to compare it to my story, I have saved it at these archival links:

https://web.archive.org/web/20230220142611/https://archiveofourown.org/works/43225314/chapters/113502727?view_adult=true

https://archive.ph/zh9eq

This is my story that got plagiarized: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44122932

Basically BlueFox took the gift giving portion of my Christmas story and then repurposed it into the chapter.

This the report I put in to AO3 with the plagiarized text:

The 26th chapter of "India, India": https://archiveofourown.org/works/43225314/chapters/113502727 plagiarizes the gift giving sequence from my Xmas story, "upon the winter's dais of cheer": https://archiveofourown.org/works/44122932

Comparisons between the >text that plagiarized and >>my original text. These are just the ones that I noticed, you may find more if you compare the two:

> John pulled a little box out of his pocket. He was faintly blushing when he shoved the box at Paul. Wasn’t wrapped or anything. Just a little white box. > “What’s this?” Paul asked, taking it. Not opening it yet. > “Well, I don’t know,” snapped John. Only sounding half angry, maybe. Mostly maybe mortified. “Open it and see.”

>>John realized that he had been worrying at it while staring at Paul’s face. >>John scoffed. “Who says it is?” And then he tensed, a flash of worry that Paul would take offense and walk out the door running through him. >>“John,” Paul asked softly. “Is that for me?” >>"Oh, just open it. Don't stand there with your mouth gaping." >>...Maybe the black ribbon had been too ominous.

> Paul looked at John for a long moment. Looked down at the box. Opened it up.

>>He weighed the thing in his hand, lifting it up and down as he nervously regarded the box...

I believe that these lines are plagiarized because they directly mimic the scenario that I wrote in my Secret Santa fanfic: - the John character is nervous about giving a present to the Paul character - John snaps at Paul to open the box - Paul hesitates before opening the box - in my fic, one of the notable details about the box is that it has a black ribbon; the plagiarizing author made the box white, which is the opposite color. I do not believe this was an accident but it also a common sign of plagiarism to be lazy when switching details around.

The plagiarized sequence ends with this:

It was a bracelet. One of them silver identity bracelets, the kind birds usually bought for blokes. Chain and all that. Paul frowned, touched it gingerly. It had his name on the plate. Four square letters: PAUL . He glanced at John, who seemed to be watching him closely, waiting for a reaction. Paul wasn’t sure what to do with his face. No one had ever given him jewelry before."

the IRL Paul McCartney does have a silver ID bracelet with his name on it and it is common to write stories about the character Paul receiving the bracelet as a gift from other dadrock characters, but I believe that this, combined with the above details, proves that this portion of the chapter plagiarized my story.

Thank you for your time

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BlueFox’s plagiarized text is on top, my text is on bottom.

They only plagiarized one scene but it was MY SCENE. And this is not the first time someone from my server has been targeted for this kind of theft!

I only have one question: who else has BlueFox plagiarized from? Because it can’t only be me.

#talktalktalk #the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #mclennon #f fox north #abluefoxinthewildwood #plagiarism #my writing

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thetentaclecommander · 5 months

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This is an 18+ blog. Pretty much anything under the Ao3 archive warnings section, and then some can and will likely be represented here, so no histrionics, plz. I don't have a DNI or 'required reading' but do have 'things' listed at post bottom in case they are like deal breakers or whatever so you cannot say you weren't given advance warning as to my content. *I will not waste my time reading DNIs or Carrds. The block button is a great (sex) toy and you are free to use it at will. I sure as hell do.* +++ FAQ Who is this? Hi, I’m TTC

I write Nemesis and Jill boning a lot. For the plot, supposedly. Been doing so forever ago. What are you? An immortal sentient tentacle who moonlights as a jaded fandom old. I can and will out-drink you. What other names have you've gone by? I've lovingly been called That Tentacle and Server Satan. I'm a walking kink-filled perv factory full of bad ideas, hence the names. + What fics do you write? Fic list for the Devil's Saga AU. The Ships in the AU My AO3 + Tags for Blog Navigation Here. + (Con't under the cut for more general info and disclaimers)

Why is...this? Because I want to see more Nemesis/Jill content, and it’s a bitch to find. Also, after years of putting off even joining Tumblr, I wanna share my AU and keep this crack ship alive. Maybe even fanwank on my thoughts about Toll and Onery or even on Jill, the long-suffering bad bitch that Cap keeps forgetting has a compelling storyline right there. But this is mostly just blatant shilling of my AU + What’s your fandoms? Resident Evil. To be clear, I mainly stan RE3: Nemesis, not the remake one. The 1999 one. But in general, I like this goofy series, boulders, nonsense science, bad plot, and all. I do like other stuff that I might occasionally reblog. Could be silly shit like Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel or Arcane to heavy shit like BTD. I'm random like that. + Format of each post: A snippet, a link to Ao3. I’ll list any pertinent CWs if needed. My fics tend to be 18+ some of them marked with Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings and DD:DNE (ie unapologetically dark shit cause RE is a survival horror franchise), so keep that in mind. I might drop early snips; I haven’t decided on that yet. + Is Nemmy -ever- nice in your fics? Pffft (well, he’s 'nice' in bursts, as in a burst of tentacles through Brad’s face). In seriousness, in my take on him, he’s complicated, having the ability to be kind, and caring but is a Tyrant through and through - basically closer to canon. I like canonical villains and I like my monsters monstrous and, at times, barely grasping that human/monster line. Expect infestations and murder. + What is your stance on RE3 (1999) and RE3: Nemesis (2020) 1. remake Carlos got the glow up omg 2. Jill was sassy in both and I do love og but ngl remake!Jill was so done and I feels her 3. the monsterfucker vibes was mostly immaculate 4. og Nemesis was hotter and scarier. 3make massacred my boy (I don't judge those that like 3make, but maaan my boi T.T) like my biggest gripe along with the cut content was the game missing the point of Nemmy entirely reducing him to an annoying superman jumping nuisance and honestly lessening the N/J shippy vibes for me + Do you do fic requests? RPs? No. I simply don’t have the focus/time to do requests or things outside of my stories. I write what I want when I want. + Do you do DMs or Asks? I just flit in the night and talk when I feel like it. I prefer all convos in the broad daylight on public posts. But I’ll open my Asks. Be stupid, and I’ll simply close them. Capisce? Also if you DM me wastes of time things like 'Hi', 'hello' - the kinda shit ppl mock on dating sites especially with a pretty much blank profile, you'll be blocked. In fact, I block pretty freely as I value my time. + Don't Whine, You Know What I'm About [Disclaimers To Save People Time] This Tentacle posts here: -sex acts that ranges from soft to oh gods please don’t kill me -urk- -tentacle murder/parasitic 'fun'/horrible things occurring -high/low brow story drama (think Gothic Horror-esque) -crack ships mixed in with canon with zero regard about their 'purity' -monsterfucker shit, duh This Tentacle: -believes that fiction does not have the power of a death note over one's actions and believes people are not inherently stupid or unable to understand for themselves what they engage in -holds sex positive/pagan/kink and leather/poly/queer friendly views -is against the -isms and/or -phobias used against others -laughs at killjoy puritans; your hell/churchy-speak means nothing to me a lifelong heathen eldritch egg laying being If you hate any of these you’ll -not- have a fun time with my content. Also, this shouldn't have to be said, but kiddos (under 18) Be not seen or heard as per ye old adult fandom rules. I reject all signal boosting requests/callouts; promotions will be at MY discretion. (More than likely, the answer will be 'no'.) We team SALS/DLDR/YKINMKBYKIOK in these parts. Be freely stupid with your ships; none of it’s real. Fandom is stupid, don’t take it so serious. Also, the murderkink. Gotta have the murderkink and worms. A'ight, Enjoy!

#nemestine #nemesis x jill #monster x human #crackship #rarepair #materialist #dead dove fic #villianfucker #monster fucker #terat0philliac #thetentaclecommander writhes and speaks #dldr #ykinmkato #sals #that libertine tentacle just squirming all over the place #fic masterlist #ao3 fanfic #rare pair

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 10 months

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IM FUCKINH SCREAMING WHY DID YOU GET MY NAME RIGHT OHMYGOSDGCJGRIHGEA I WAS PLANNING ON TELLING YOU ANYWAY (IT JUST SLIPS MY MIND OKAY) WHY'D YOU GET IT RIGHTFFFJXJVGAGAHKHGDAQ IM EMBARRASSED 😭😭😭😭😭 also that's my name from when I deleted/set to private all my works because I wanted to get rid of the account uffugkguguffuhdsygsata (I used an extremely long @ back when we interacted) I didn't expect you to gET IT ---spn anon (would it be too much to ask you to hide the tags with my name... I haven't used that account in approx 6 years and dont wish to be associated with it despite just being an anon LOL)

ALSO YOURE FUNNYFFJFGKGSAKFS "you know a really great way to keep track of the asks 🙂 you could 🙂 dm me 🙂 and come off anon 🙂" THIS MADE ME LAUGH

I just always feel like a dumb bother like what am I gonna talk about with you????? My days consist of being stupid and dumb 😭😭😭😭😭 I'm not even properly a carat 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

FUCKING YES OKAY IT WAS KINDA CRAZY BUT NOT REALLY THAT CRAZY WHAT I DID WAS I FOUND THE FIC THAT WAS THE ONLY FIC I EVER BASED ANY FIC ON AND IT LINKED ME TO YOUR OLD STORY WHICH WAS WRITTEN BY ANONYMOUS BUT GIFTED TO A DIFFERENT ACCOUNT

So i went to the account that you gifted it to and you had gifted a FEW to that account so i rationalized that they would have done the same. It had to be around 2017 cause that was when you wrote the fic i based mine off of and then as far as i could tell they hadn’t gifted you anything BUT i knew you must be friends if you gifted them works so keeping in mind the 2017 time frame i clicked one of their stories and went to the comment section

The only account that stood out was yours cause it’s the only one with a picture and you left TWO COMMENTS. Not just one so, i clicked it not really thinking it was you

HERE’S WHAT DID IT THOUGH. WHEN I CLICKED YOUR ACCOUNT I WAS LIKE lol this could be them cause you had written some a/b/o AND THEN I SAW THAT I. AM. SUBSCRIBED. TO. YOU. ON. AO3.

CASE AND POINT BABY I JUST KNEW IT HAD TO BE YOU

I’m kinda a genius actually aren’t i so cool i feel like MJ in spider man: no way home

YOU ARE NO DUMB BOTHER HAHA DW YOU DONT HAVE TO TALK TO ME IF YOU DONT WANT TO HAHA

AND YOU ARE NOT STUPID AND DUMB…. I am stupid and dumb. Did you see i hurt my foot running in platforms see how stupid and dumb i am… we can both be stupid and dumb together…

ALSO YOU ARE PROPERLY A CARAT IF YOU ARE ON THIS BLOG WHAT. YOU ARE. PROPER CARAT. DONT LET ANYONE TAKE THAT FROM YOU!

#NO ILL HIDE THE TAGS OMG DONT WORRY #they are. gone.#also we should come together…. AND START THE CARATUMBLR ABO VERSE #We’ll be like marvel….#it can be a collab….#i’m joking.#UNLESS 👀#no but seriously i love being on anon with people too even ones that i actually like #Like. okay nobody tell him. but jj and i literally used to talk a bunch in dms #but THESE DAYS I JUST LIVE IN HIS INBOX #AND I DONT SIGN IT OR ANYTHING #It’s scary to talk to people sometimes…. i so for real get it #mika always recognizes me so i can’t be secret on her blog…#it’s scary…#But if you ever DO want to dm me you can #i think it’s really cute when people say something in my inbox and then immediately come into dms like #kill me you’re adorable 😭#OKAY LONG TAGS OVER #b: spn days anon

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miracle-sham · 3 years

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Yet So Poison Entwined We Fracture.

| {Jasonette July 2021, Saturday Challenge 1: Hurt No Comfort} |

| It all went wrong so quickly. Marinette thought she could trust Jason, that he'd never betray her. And Jason thought the same. But with a truth-serum turned poison seeping through their veins, neither had thought to look for the purple feathers. |

| Word Count: 1,706. |

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| A/N: I'll try and keep this short and sweet but it's nice to dip back into writing for Maribat, I really missed it whilst I was gone. Also I've now got a author's channel in MGI where I sometimes put title sneak peaks, snippets, and random au ramblings, so y'know feel free to pop into the channel and have a gander if you'd fancy! And one last thing, keen eyes may have noticed I've added a Spotify Playlist Link, it contains all the songs I listened to when working on this oneshot, if you're curious! |

| If you want to be tagged in future oneshots/fics or a specific Au, then feel free to send me a dm and or ask! |

| Also side note, Don’t Like? Don’t Read. Also also, please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |

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Marinette staggers back, clutching at her bloodied side as the world spins for a moment and everything blurs. Breath catches in her throat as a sharp pang of betrayal pierces her heart, tears springing to the corners of her eyes unbidden. Whimpering, she barely manages to cry out, “J–Jason?”

Heartbreak coating his name like the truth serum-poison making its way through her system at this very moment.

She makes an awful choking noise and collapses to her knees, scrunching her face up and wheezing. Barely is she able to keep her eyes open, fixated on staring at someone she thought she could trust.

Smirking lazily, Jason saunters up to her, crouches and then grabs her face by the chin, forcing her to tilt her head up to continue staring at him in the eyes. “Aw, did you really fucking think I cared about you this entire time?”

Marinette swallows thickly—unable to conjure up a response to him. Black spots start to form in the corner of her vision like watching a spattering of embers burning away on a piece of paper.

He tilts his head to the side and snorts, “really? Nothing to say, no heartfelt "I trusted you!" or "you're lying!". Not even a "I know the real you is still in there?", how fucking pathetic.”

There's a small part of her brain that starts flashing red lights and wailing alarms—warning her that she's in danger, that she's hurt, that she's stopped breathing. She can't breathe, can't move, can't say anything or she'll spill all her remaining secrets.

Jason sighs and drops her chin. “And here I fucking thought your shitty-ass reaction to me betraying you would be more fun.”

Grimacing, she waits a heartbeat after he lets go before mustering all her strength to slam her skull into his—if I'm going down, you're coming with me for this, Marinette mentally vows.

There's a horrendous thwacking sound as the impact lands, and Marinette feels as though her brain has turned into a blender that just had its blades snap mid blend.

Jason, on the other hand, flings himself backwards and curses up a storm. He pulls out one of his guns and with dizzying vision, manages to shoot a bullet that just clips the uninjured side of her ribs. “That's what you fucking get for that you bitch!”

Marinette doubles over as the pain seems to ricochet through her; vision blacking out completely. She struggles for breath, her hearing cutting off not a second later. Objectively, she's aware she's not alone. But as her senses shut down one by one, leaving her helplessly trapped in her own mind, she can't help but wonder why her heart aches with loneliness. I'm sorry, she silently apologises to no one and everyone.

Distantly, she thinks she's swaying—or collapsing again maybe. But it's hard to tell, it's disorientating trying to focus on the world with dying senses.

Marinette is lost. Every little movement, every little thought—it's agony, a struggle to keep going, keep holding on. Once more, she silently pleas for forgiveness from the kwami.

She stops.

Stops breathing. Heart stops beating. Stops fighting. It all stops.

At least this way, she thinks to herself, I can't spill any secrets from the truth serum-poison if I carry them to the grave instead…

She sinks into the darkness, clinging to her final thought in numb relief as she does so. Everything fades away.

———

Jason groans as the knife Marinette is wielding digs deeper between his ribs.

She doesn't move back immediately, so he grits his teeth and roundhouse kicks at her—the heavy thump of collision makes his wound burn like acid has just been poured on it.

He's a few seconds too slow pulling his leg back, as Marinette slices the knife through his calf.

“Fuck!” He bites out, throwing himself further out of her range and breathing. “Marinette!”

With the gall to smile faux-innocently, she plays with the knife in her hand, slipping it between her fingers and swirling it about. “Yes, Jason?”

“The fuck are you doing!?” He growls, shifting his position when she doesn't move to apply pressure to the calf wound.

She shrugs, seemingly unbothered, “what? Did you really think this wouldn't happen one day? That I wouldn't get sick of you. Show you just how much you've hurt me the entire time we've known each other?”

Jason spits blood from his mouth at the warehouse floor in front of her. “I don't believe whatever shit you're being made to spew, but I sure as fucking hell know that you'd never do something as fucked up as this.”

“Oh, that's cute! You still believe in me. What's next, are you going to beg me to come to my senses? Are you going to cry my name and hope it changes my mind? Are you going to declare that the "real" me is still there inside and that you're going to save me?” Marinette giggles, high-pitched and yet hollow sounding.

Jason flinches at the sound, breathing stuttering as the poison from her knife starts to really seep in. Shit, he thinks to himself, truth serum-poison. If I'm not careful I'm gonna say shit that should stay secret.

A flash of silver catches the edge of his vision. And it's all the warning he gets. He immediately ducks and rolls, cursing under his breath as his wounds are aggravated. The air by his hair swooshes as the blade just narrowly misses.

Marinette giggles taper off into a hiss of fury. Her hair slips out of her pigtails from the constant movement, and multiple strands fall in front of her face. She huffs, ineffectively blowing them out of the way. “Did you really think I ever loved you?”

“Yes!” The words are choked out of his mouth before he can even think, the truth serum-poison kicking in hard and fast. Jason wheezes and the taste of iron lingers like malice in his throat. Fuck, he thinks desperately, I'm running out of time and Marinette isn't snapping out of whatever the fuck's been done to her.

He stumbles into another roll, as the blade comes swinging at him again. His vision blurts violently, and the next thing Jason knows—is that his view has suddenly tipped upside down and that there's a throbbing ache radiating from the back of his shoulders and head.

“Huh, you really do have a thick skull. Normally that'd be enough to knock anyone else out. Well, I guess I'll have to do this the old fashioned way.” Marinette rambles, pulling out a rag.

Jason grunts as he pushes himself only to be slammed back into the concrete warehouse floor, rag pressed firmly over his mouth and nose.

He thrashes and refuses to inhale. Marinette scowls and kicks him sharply into the ribs, causing him to gasp through gritted teeth. But it's enough to affect him.

His vision teeters then flickers to black, he can feel his movements slowing—becoming more and more sluggish until he's as still as he was in that fucking coffin he's had to crawl out of once before. At least, he barely manages to cling to the final thought, I can't spill any secrets if I carry them to the grave once more.

And then it all fades away.

———

Lila steeples her finger and smirks. She's sitting in her plain white office for the Agreste, three monitors set up before her on the desk. The middle screen shows her emails and a few tabs up on fashion for work-related reasons. The outer two screens, however, show the feed to two identical cells—two by four by five metres with cement floors and grey brick walls, no windows and a single plain black metal door. No furniture either, not even beds or toilets, just chains attached to the wall opposite the door. And in the chains is what has Lila so very happy indeed; Marinette and Jason, one in each cell and both stuck in the chains with no hope for escape.

A steady pool of blood has already formed beneath the both of them, thanks to the wonderful work of her Sentimonster duplicates of the two.

Lila can't help but monologue in her glee, “It's so excellently simple really. Even if one escapes, there's no way they'll help the other escape now. Now they've experienced the pain of betrayal and torture inflicted by the other!”

Footsteps approach the door to her office; all it takes is a quick click and click of the mouse and her two outer screen feeds flip to showing more work-related tabs and emails.

The door opens to reveal Adrien, slightly dishevelled—hair and shirt ruffled, eyes red with dark bags beneath them, and shiny tear streaks down his cheeks—he stands in the threshold, shaking. “Did you know?”

Lila smiles in fake confusion. “Know what?”

Adrien swallows, gaze flickering to her screens. “Marinette's dead. So is Jason.”

Lila tilts her head to the side to make it look as though she's thinking. “The Wayne boy that was close to her, right? Oh dear.”

His tired gaze turns back to Lila as he continues. “They think both of them were kidnapped and tortured separately. Police have found traces of an altered truth-serum among the bloodstains and…” He chokes for a second, grief plain as day across his face. “and they found pieces of fingers, ears, slices of skin, and all.”

“Oh, oh, that's horrible!” Lila gasps, covering her mouth with her hands to hide the victorious curl forming on her lips. “Have they found out who was cruel enough to do that to them yet?”

Adrien shakes his head silently.

“Hopefully, the culprit will be found soon. But if you need any support, I'll always be here for you, Adrien!” Lila gravely announces, bobbing her head slightly as she spoke.

He narrows his eyes at her, shakes his head, and then stalks away from her office.

She scowls as soon as his back turns and gets up to shut her door. “Well,” She says to herself as she flips back to the cell feed, “at least that means I'll have plenty of time to pull the secrets from you two without the police thinking to look for you alive.”

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Tollense, an original serial romance by Dannye Chase, Chapter 1

A history professor falls in love with his best friend, a 3000-year-old vampire.

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Chapter 1

1993

Professor Liam Beyer was born a decade after the deaths of the last soldiers to fight in the US Civil War. Thus, he was not expecting to meet a Union Army veteran in his 4 o’clock symposium on the Battle of Antietam.

Liam noticed the man as soon as he walked in, and not just because it was odd for a member of the public to show up for a faculty lecture at the university. No, the man caught Liam’s attention because he was distractingly handsome. Literally, Liam was distracted enough to drop his pen onto the overhead projector, causing a giant shadow to loom over the map of Maryland on the screen behind him, as if a third army had materialized there in a dense offensive line.

The man was of average height, with a slender build. He had dark hair in a short, modern cut and wore a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with a faded label. He looked like he might be thirty, which was about the age Liam was, and so Liam did not immediately assume that the man had seen action in the Civil War. But there was something faintly strange about him, just in the way that he walked, light on his feet like a dancer, but stepping firmly, without a dancer’s well-practiced grace.

“General Lee,” Liam continued, in a slightly strangled voice, “of the Confederate Army, was, of course, outnumbered, but the battle was Union General McClellan’s to lose. Had he understood how superior his force was, had he taken more risks, he might have been able to deal a decisive blow to Lee’s army as it retreated. In fact, McClellan’s performance at Antietam was part of the reason that President Lincoln later removed him from duty.”

Liam put up a transparency of a white church with peeling paint, standing alone on a grassy rise. “On September 17, 1862, 7,650 soldiers died at Antietam, making it the bloodiest day for Americans in history. Two days later, a man named Alexander Gardner took some of the first widely-seen battlefield photographs of dead soldiers. Some were awaiting burial, and some were still lying where they fell. It was very difficult at the time to take photographs of battles themselves, as the technology involved careful treatment of glass negatives, and that was nearly impossible under battlefield conditions. But the dead do not move, and these photographs were so clear that when displayed in New York, family members recognized their fallen sons.”

Liam put up a transparency of one of Gardner’s photographs, young men lying on the ground in an oddly perfect line. The unknown man looked away.

oOo

Liam had grading to do after his symposium, but he walked to the campus union to grab a sandwich first. He was definitely not expecting Handsome Unknown Lecture Man to appear out of the crowd and drop into the seat opposite him. Liam was very proud that he did not choke on his bite of ham and swiss.

“I hope you don’t mind,” said the man. “I enjoyed your lecture. My name is Kurt.”

Liam put his hand out to shake. Kurt’s touch was faintly cold. “Liam,” he said.

Kurt cocked his head slightly to the side, as if assessing him. “I know. Liam Beyer, 27, assistant professor of history, specializing in battles. Is Antietam your favorite?”

“Um— one of them. I did my dissertation on it. On McClellan, specifically.” Liam felt slightly odd about the fact that this stranger knew who he was, but of course, it was all publicly accessible information. “Are you a Civil War buff?”

“Somewhat.” Kurt leaned back in his chair. “Antietam, god. I remember Bloody Lane— that’s what they called it after. The road was sunken in because so many wagons had gone by over the years. It was like trying to fight your way out of your own grave trench.” Kurt spoke with a faint accent that Liam could not place, something that seemed to shift from one place to another.

“You talk like you were there,” Liam said, smiling. “Are you a reenactor?”

Kurt gave a sharp laugh. “No. You?”

“I’ve been a technical advisor. It’s nice to meet other people who share my strange obsession.”

“Those pictures you showed,” Kurt said. “Photography is such a bewitching art. Those boys are long gone, but remain ever present in death.”

“You know, the war helped make Spiritualism popular,” Liam said. “It was so hard on the families back home to lose contact with their soldiers, not knowing what happened to them, or when, or where. They couldn’t bear it, and turned to mediums.”

Kurt smiled, and it made his bright green eyes sparkle with amusement. “Have you ever been to a seance?” he asked. Liam shook his head. “Most I’ve been to were quite boring,” Kurt said. “But every once in awhile—”

“That sounds like a good story.”

“I’ll tell you sometime.” Liam’s brain was already far too occupied with how attractive he found this poor man, and that was probably why the sentence sounded more like a salacious promise than it really was.

“So what do you do?” Liam asked faintly, crumpling his empty sandwich wrapper. “Are you a student?”

“Not at the moment. Just a fan of history. Of battles, actually.” Kurt leaned forward a little. “Liam, would you mind if I came to your office tomorrow to talk more? I have some questions and I think you might be the one to help me answer them.”

“I— of course.” Liam told himself that he agreed solely because he liked to talk about history with people, and that it didn’t matter whether or not said people were ridiculously attractive.

Kurt smiled at him again. “Until tomorrow then.”

On his way out of the dining hall, Liam was stopped by a student with a question about an assignment on Gettysburg. “I didn’t want to interrupt your dinner,” she said.

“Oh, it would have been fine,” Liam told her. “We were talking about the Civil War ourselves.”

The student gave him a confused look. “Dr. Beyer— weren’t you eating alone?”

oOo

In the end, Liam decided that as he’d never dreamed up a handsome man in quite so much detail before, that the student had been mistaken and simply had not noticed Kurt’s presence at Liam’s table.

And yet. There really was something very strange about the man. Liam couldn’t quite pin it down, just that there was a disconnect between what Liam was seeing and what he was feeling about him. For example, Kurt appeared to be thirty, but Liam would swear he was older. Kurt had looked perfectly natural at dinner, but it had also seemed like he didn’t quite fit in with his surroundings. Like if you’d taken a photograph of him at the table, he would have been slightly too bright, out of focus, or without a shadow.

Kurt’s knock on Liam’s office door finally came around eleven, and Liam was, he realized, far too happy to see him again. At first, nothing about the visit seemed terribly odd. They discussed Antietam again, then traveled forward to the Somme, and then much farther back, Megiddo and Kadesh. Kurt seemed to know less about those battles, Liam noted, but he was quite familiar with things taking place after Thermopylae in the 5th century BC.

It was easy to talk to Kurt, especially about interests they had in common, and as the conversation went on, Kurt seemed to relax a bit, which made Liam do the same. The day before, Liam had thought Kurt moved without grace, but that wasn’t exactly right. Kurt had a different kind of grace, a fluidity of small movements instead of large ones, an artistry shown in the fluttering of fingers while the rest of the man kept entirely still. The emphasis on such small motions seemed to draw Liam in, narrowing his focus away from his surroundings and onto his visitor. But at the same time, Kurt had such an air of other about him, that it was almost like Liam was looking at him through beveled glass, never quite getting the whole image at once.

However, Liam’s sense of ease around Kurt vanished entirely when another student knocked on Liam’s door with a question about an assignment. That in itself was perfectly normal, but during the whole time that the student was in Liam’s office, she didn’t speak to Kurt or apologize for interrupting their conversation. She didn’t give a single look to the chair that Kurt occupied beside Liam’s desk.

When the student had left, Liam leaned back in his chair, trying to fake the calmness that he no longer felt. “All right,” he said, watching his visitor carefully. “You want to tell me why I’m the only person who can see you?”

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