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ramrage · 10 months

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“fitting a square peg into a square peg” or “and they both were tops”

Chapter 3: lets get this bre(a)d

work rating: E

chapter rating: M

characters: John “Soap” MacTavish, Simon “Ghost” Riley, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick cameo, John Price cameo

Tags: Sexual Tension, terrible flirting, Masturbation, First Time Bottoming, Fantasizing

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“Fuck,” Soap said around a desperate exhale. He gingerly extracted his hands, rubbing the digits together and studying their wetness.

“I need to talk to Ghost.”

Soap fell asleep with the ease typical of cumming one’s brains out, which was a relief because otherwise, surely he’d be devising a game plan until the sun came up.

He woke several minutes before his alarm was due to scream its mechanical little head off, lingering for just a moment of stillness before springing up and out to meet the day head-on.

Nothing too unusual there. His body had long gotten used to its typical 0500 rise time, even more reliable on mornings before a mission.

And what was this but yet another mission?

The main difference was that, instead of wreaking several flavors of havoc on the enemy du jour, he’d (potentially) be wreaking havoc on the delicate balance of his most-prized relationship. That, or he was setting himself up for the best few hours (no less) of his natural-born life. Scratch that. He was a c-section baby, so his birth wasn’t exactly natural per se , but the sentiment still stood.

Talk to Ghost.

That’s just about all he managed to iron out vis-a-vis his game plan. Would he pull him off to the side? How would he say what he had to say? He considered this, brows performing an intricate dance as he scrubbed at his teeth with an extra-normal amount of vigor.

The eyebrows pulled down in a caricature of pensiveness.

Research question: is there a particularly elegant way to more or less say the following:

Hey, things were weird last night. Y’know, the whole “both of us are tops” thing. Anyways, I want to shag the life out of you in any way that I can—no really. In any way that I can. So yeah, this is all to say that I gave the old fingers a test run—a joy ride, actually—and as generous Lady Luck would have it, not only am I open to the possibility of you fucking my ass into next week, I’m actually gagging for it. This is all to say, could you, would you please—pretty please—give me a one-way ticket to pound town?

Y’know, something like that.

Then he’d wait for Ghost’s response—probably a resounding “Yes please!” to which he’d respond:

Grand! Knew you’d understand .

Or maybe even:

Well, what are we waiting for? Christmas?

According to his extensive research, Ghost would most likely tell him to shut the fuck up or some other such permutation of words to similar ends and then finally, fucking finally, they would have dirty, freaky, nasty sex until one or both parties were unable to walk normally for a minimum of 8 hours.

Simple as.

The end.

Smell you later.

But here was the rub: he had to find Ghost, and lord knows that could be a challenge on a normal day, let alone a day like the one he’d be walking into. The energy could very well be tense at best.

Maybe he could just wing it. After all, fortune favors the bold and what’s bolder than propositioning your commanding officer sans plan?

Soap’s eyebrows were cocked at a strange angle when a dribble of spitty toothpaste slipped from the corner of his mouth.

“Damn,” he said around the toothbrush. There was no way to know for sure, but he probably had spent the past five minutes assaulting his molars. Whoops. Happens to the best of us, and if you think about it, it’s better to do too much than too little. At least that’s what he told himself, shrugging. There were more pressing matters at hand, anyhow.

With the minty-freshest breath known to man and a healthy quantity of nerves, Soap just about burst out of his door, swept forth by the awe-inspiring winds of horniness. A veritable hurricane of down-badness.

The sun was shining brightly, the birds were chirping, baby deer were entering the world all wide-eyed, slimy, and adorable. It was a beautiful day filled to bursting with possibility and new life.

At least, that’s what it felt like.

The corridor swam with unintelligible chatter, but it sounded cheerful. The only light to speak of came from the nasty fluorescents overhead, but their smoker-tooth yellow was charming in its own special way. Even the hideous barf-colored linoleum seemed to be in a good mood, pressing kisses to the soles of Soap’s boot as he hurried over to the mess hall.

“Nice morning we’re having eh,” Soap asked, grinning, to some Private he’d never spoken a word to prior.

They didn’t seem to get the memo regarding how fucking momentous this day was, so they just nodded or something and agreed, sort of taken aback. If Soap remembered correctly, they addressed him as “sir” which was indicative of the good health of the base’s hierarchical ecosystem–a good omen if Soap’s ever seen one.

He makes it to the mess hall in record time and is met by the most lovely chorus of voices, but while he was passively happy for the merry bunch, he had a very specific someone to speak to. Luckily, that specific someone was notoriously easy to find.

So it became clear quite quickly that Ghost wasn’t in the mess hall. Damn. But apparently Gaz was. “Alright, Soap?”

“No complaints, just trying to find Ghost so I can let him know he can fuck me up the ass,” Soap thought.

“Lookin’ good, feelin’ good,” he said instead, clapping a hand on Gaz’s shoulder in greeting.

Gaz was looking good, probably riding the post-mission high, as was his right. Soap would be, too, that is if he wasn’t too damn preoccupied. Speaking of, he didn’t have much of a reason to be lingering in the mess hall anymore, so he’d better be off.

Unfortunately, Gaz took that moment to glance at his tray and then Soap’s trayless hands. “Hey, go grab some food and I’ll save you a seat.” Damn.

“Oh, naw, don’t worry ‘bout me. I was actually on my way out,” Soap lied, dismissing the offer with a friendly wave.

Gaz frowned minutely. “But you just got here.”

Damn damn. “Aye,” Soap laughed with a nod, taking that time to figure out a nice alibi, “aye. The ol’ Ritalin kicked in quickly today and completely ruined my appetite. I guess it’ll be a big lunch day, eh?” Inwardly, Soap pats himself on the back for such a good cover story. Whenever this whole special ops thing goes A over T, he could have a promising future as a spy or something.

“Ah, that’s a shame. Chow actually looked half-decent for once,” Gaz said with a commisserative smile. “Try to get something in you, though, yeah?” Soap froze. “You’re practically wasting away already.”

“Heh, you kidding?” Soap said. He flexed his right bicep in hopes it sold the joke more than his shaky delivery did.

Gaz rolled his eyes. “Absolutely feeble.”

Soap rolled his eyes right back. “Eh, I’ll be sure to hit the gym, then.”

“You better. Best to stay on top of things,” Gaz mused. “See ya round.”

“Right, see you round.”

Soap booked it once Gaz turned away to look for a table. Might’ve even left a human-shaped cloud of dust in his wake.

“Steamin’ hell,” he thought to himself as he barreled down the corridor, making his way to the gym just as he promised. Of course, the whole motivation part was a bit different than advertised. “Get something in me ? Stay on top ?” Apparently the higher powers were amused by the whole situation. At least someone was.

He was mere seconds away from barging into the gym when a voice called at his back.

“Sergeant MacTavish!”

He suppressed a groan. “Top of the morning, Cap.” Not sure where that came from.

Price shot him a strange look. “Switching teams, are we?” He ambled forward to meet Soap, looking amused as he went. “Trading your alba gu brath for eirinn go brach? ”

“Ah never,” Soap dismissed with a put-on chuckle, “just keeping you on your toes.”

“No need to try for that, Sergeant. You do it quite well without the effort,” Price teased. He seemed relaxed, at least by his standards, and hadn’t yet saddled Soap with any bullshit tasks, so his presence here was something of a mystery.

Might as well address that head-on. It was that sort of day.

“So, what brings you to these hallowed halls, then?” Soap asked, settling his weight on one leg in preparation for a conversation that he really would prefer to not have.

Price gestured broadly to the dingy walls, “Just enjoying our day off with a scenic walk.”

“Heh, right,” Soap laughed. Still, no apparent reason for engagement. On any other day, Soap would be more than happy—enthused, even—to shoot the shit with his favorite Captain but, well, you already know.

Price folded his arm over his chest and jabbed his chin in Soap’s direction. “What about you, then? Going to teach those weights a lesson?”

“Aye,” Soap said, flexing that right bicep again. “Gaz was saying I was looking rather small.”

“Never really liked that one much, if I’m being honest,” Price noted with a pensive frown.

“I’m saying.”

“Glad to hear we’re on the same page.” Sensing the relative lack of enthusiasm behind Soap’s response, Price slapped his thighs in that fatherly indication that he was about ready to go elsewhere. “Well, I’ll leave you to it, then. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Not one to pass on a perfectly good opportunity to throw a jab, Soap clicked his tongue, “Not sure how much good it’ll do me to putter around on the treadmill for fifteen minutes, but Captain’s orders are Captain’s orders.” He was already smiling at Price’s reaction before it even happened.

“Never really liked you much, if I’m being honest,” Price shot back with a scowl before continuing his stroll down the hall.

“Enjoy your walk,” Soap called just as Price was about to round the corner.

Soap was happy to be back on track, but he realized belatedly that he probably should’ve asked the old man where Ghost was. Well, too late for that now. He’d just have to roll with the punches, he decided, hoping with all the force he could muster that he’d be greeted with a pleasant sight once he pushed through the doors into the gym.

Okay, he took back all the nasty things he’d thought about those higher powers because lo and behold, who was sending a punching bag through hell but Ghost?

Soap channeled those irksome nerves into strides that’d earn the envy of Olympic long jumpers and hauled his spritely ass to stand right behind the man of the hour. Nay, the man of the year. The man of forever?

Nah, too much.

“Ghost!”

Ghost wrenched around at the waist as if puzzling out the precise context of an unplanned explosion. To be fair, it wasn’t that far off—he had trouble regulating his volume in ordinary circumstances. Soap cringed inwardly and tried to brush off the gaff.

“Soap, fucking hell, nearly burst an artery.”

Funny enough, Ghost also looked like he was puzzling out the precise context of an unplanned explosion, which again, fair. He gave Soap a once over, looking sort of disturbed what with paint-covered eyebrows dipping below the orbital bones of his mask. Once he assessed the sight before him to a satisfactory degree, he grunted. “The fuck did you take this morning?”

His voice really was a treat when he was being rude. Soap’s face peeled open to reveal a grin that, while intended to look roguishly charming, came out sort of deranged, “A shower.”

“No you didn’t,” Ghost said, scoffing.

“No I didn’t,” Soap agreed. Not sure why he said that. In his head, he expected to be a bit more suave, but hey, back in the saddle.

A weird silence hung over them for a moment. This wasn’t ideal.

“Well?”

You’ve fucking done it, you absolute fucking roaster.

“Hm?”

“Just waiting for you to tell me why you decided to scream right in my ear is all,” Ghost said incredulously, shifting his weight minutely from one foot to the other.

Oh right, he had to talk to Ghost.

“I have to talk to you.”

Ghost took a second longer to respond than what would be considered his version of normal, which was already a second or two longer than the average metric. In that time, his slight air of discomfort solidified into something slightly more confident and on-brand.

“We’re talking right now, aren’t we?”

Soap rolled his eyes at the obvious deflection. It wouldn’t take a rocket surgeon to figure out why he was there. “I’d prefer somewhere more private. Classified information, and all.”

“Hm, intel from the mission?” Ghost mocked.

“Somethin’ like that.”

The door apparently became awfully interesting, because Ghost’s eyes were glued to it. “Last I checked, all of that was settled.”

Soap tipped his head, almost a shrug. “New developments,” he reasoned. He waited for Ghost to agree, to start walking, to fucking blink, but no, the man was stock still. Soap deflated on a long-suffering sigh. “C’mon, don’t make me beg.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Ghost said, rolling his eyes. Great timing. A pair of footsteps were drawing close at a decent clip and while his true meaning was obscured under a layer of bullshit, Soap really would prefer not having an audience as he harangued his commanding officer regarding their sexual relationship. “Right then, where did you plan on having this little chat?”

Might as well go back to square one, Soap reckoned. “How about your office?”

Now it was Ghost’s turn to sigh, all perturbed as if he wasn’t about to receive the best news he’d get all week, “Very well.”

“Right.”

CHAPTER 4

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nopenototdaysatan · 27 days

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1, 10, and 11!

Hi Bre!

1. list 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)

I - really like how there are so very many hcs and interactions seen in fandom. Downfall duo, triple threat , etc. seeing everyone's different ideas on how the chain interact has been so much fun.

2 - I like how often there are monthly or weekly or seasonal events. I keep seeing new stuff for creators to interact with and it makes me so excited to join in now.

3 - I just find it fun how people pull in hcs from the actual games and manga. It's really fun to see how other fans of the games see these characters

10. a blog (mutual or one you follow) that has made your fandom experience brighter

You. I have spent years feeling only minor motivation to draw. As soon as I saw your wish for Ravioli last October I desperately wanted to draw again. And now I can and have with my new drawing tablet thing. Though the fact I never drew the ravioli wings overlapping that I wanted to last october is bs. I'm gonna have to fix that.

(@turdofanerd gets an honorary mention for being my first mutual in the fandom. We haven't interacted as much in fandom things but doing little tag games and reblogging each other has been fun.)

11. if you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

Obviously my favorite thing I've written is my ravioli series Never Had the Chance. It is my favorite and I love it very much. Plus the actually finishing a multi chapter piece feels like a huge win against my ADHD.

On the other hand though: chibi Ravio rick rolling Legend is my current favorite of things I've drawn. It's cute and I'm happy with the colors.

#satan responds #i need to finish mini trio. but vidow has my brain in a chokehold.

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daddyy333 · 2 years

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“Can I do something insane?” | Eddie x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

Word count: 2.9k

warnings: includes very descriptive mentions of abuse, eating disorder, weight loss, and weight gain, and sh

summary: Eddie saves you from being manipulated and abused by your abuse asshole boyfriend Jason Carver and you can’t help but fall in love with him

"God damn it! What the hell was that, y/n?!" He said as you got to his room, slamming you into the wall. You whimpered and said "I-I'm sorry I've- ah!" He slapped you.

He scoffed and pushed you to the ground, going to the bathroom and taking his shower. You cried on the floor, your head pounding, your stomach rumbling after 3 days of not eating, your eyes just wanting to close and get some rest.

Jason told you not to tell anyone about the abuse, because he said he did it because he loved you. Besides, no one would believe you. Jason's rich, he's got good grades, he's captain of the basketball team, he wouldn't abuse his girlfriend.

God, he's so loving in public but as soon as they're alone he finds something to yell at her for. "Get in here," he said and you took a deep breath. You stood up shakily and he said "strip and get in here with me. I need you,"

"I-I can't I'm on my period," you said, hoping he wouldn't yell at you for it. He sighed and said "then come suck me off, you dumb bitch. You ain't new here"

You sighed and opened the shower curtain, he moved the shower head away and he shoved 3 inches into your mouth. You "showed him how much you loved him" every night. Or else Jason would get angry. He came within 2 minutes and made you swallow.

He pushed your head into the wall and closed the shower curtain, washing himself off. You made your way out of the bathroom and undressed, waiting to shower. Your head hurt, but you kept telling yourself it was because he loved you.

"You're getting fat again. Are you fucking eating after I told you not to, fatass?" He said and you shook your head. He scoffed and smacked you in the face, making you shriek.

Sometimes you fought back, and that's when he really beat you. You tried to kick him away but he got pissed off and pushed you on the bed, pinning your arms down with one hand and punching you over and over again. "He loves me," you told yourself.

He typically avoided your face considering he didn't want anyone to find out. Which meant your lungs and stomach got the worst of it. "I-I can't- augh! I c-can't bre-eathe!" You tried to say, literally gasping for air.

He pushed you off the bed and said "I don't give a shit. Hell, maybe it's better that way. Get your fat ass in the shower and weigh yourself when you're done" You slowly crawled to the bathroom, pain erupting all over your body.

He used all the hot water, and you were already injured and weak so this was gonna be hell. You weighed yourself and whimpered, he was going to kill you. He wanted you to be 100 pounds, you were 103.

"What the fuck! I told you to stop eating!" He said and smacked you in the back of the head. You whimpered and said "I haven't had anything in days. Not even water, I swear!" "Obviously not!" He said and scoffed, pushing towards the bedroom making you trip and fall on your broken ribs.

He laughed and kicked you. "Stupid clumsy whore. Get your ass in bed, that's 3 more days without food now. Quit being so fucking fat" he said and got into bed. You cried yourself to sleep, and he would groan at every little sniffle and whimper. He sighed and said "I only do this because I love you and want to see you be the best version of yourself you can possibly be" You nodded and he fell asleep.

You messed up your routine at the game and kept zoning out because you were exhausted and overworked and extremely stressed. You lied earlier, you didn't even get your period anymore because you were so small and so stressed, and was starving yourself.

It was just nice to have 4-5 days without him using you like a whore. Obviously you still had to make him cum, but at least this was a little less painful. No one even realized how sunken in your face was, how your bones jutted out, how tired you were.

All they saw was a perfect romance they wished to have. You weren't sure why, since love was so painful. He was so abusive for no reason, and the worst part was that your parents were dead and you were placed under your aunt's care and she doesn't even care about you enough to check up on where you are, so he has you all to himself.

You woke up the next morning and covered your bruises as best you could, and put on an outfit that he cringed at. It was sweatpants and a regular sweater. You didn't like form fitting and revealing clothes, and plus you didn't have enough foundation left to cover your self harm scars.

You'd noticed Eddie had been watching you a lot lately and you started getting worried. You never once thought of him as a freak. In fact, you tried to make Jason stop calling him that on multiple occasions and ended up having to call into school sick because of how bad he "loved" you.

You were worried because Eddie could read you like a book. You guys had been really good friends up until freshman year, when you met Jason. He wouldn't let you hang out with Eddie anymore and you kept trying and it broke your heart when Eddie told you to "go hang out with your new friends".

You missed being friends with Eddie every single day. You just wanted to hug him and tell him that one day he would be in love too, and he would understand. He almost figured it out in Sophmore year, he saw you flinch once around Jason and you just told him he was seeing things, you didn't realize flinching was such a bad thing.

You got to first period and Jason pulled your chair closer to put his arm over your shoulder. All the guys started chuckling and cheering. The girls giggled and wished they were you.

At first you tried to stay away from Jason as much as you could, but you had no other friends. Jason made sure of that. You couldn't talk to his basketball friends or else he'd call you a slut and leave some nasty marks on you.

"H-Hey y/n...are you okay?" Lucas asked. You looked up at him and shook your head. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?" You said, checking to make sure Jason wasn't looking at you.

He sighed and said "I-I just noticed you look a little uncomfortable like just in general" "yea, well last night was a bit of a work out I'm just tired and sore" you said and he nodded. God, you wish all the soreness and pain you felt everytime you even breathed was from cheerleading. "Being in love makes the pain worth it" you told yourself.

"What the hell was that? Why were you talking to Sinclair?" Jason whispered in your ear as he hugged you, he smirked and slapped your ass in front of everyone. "H-He just asked if I was okay" you said and Jason growled.

"You've been telling people about the way I love you," he said and pulled away, cupping your cheek and kissing you softly. "I swear I didn't," you said as he pulled away.

He kissed your head and said "I'll see you tonight, beautiful" "see you, babe," you said and opened your locker, so you could hide your face and no one would know you were about to cry. You didn't like when he touched you like that in front of everyone, it made you really uncomfortable.

Jason and the whole basketball team had to leave early for an away game, so you decided to stay after school and read on the bench in the middle of the woods. You liked this, in fact you loved it. Jason said he didn't like needy girls who had their face stuck in a book, so you didn't get to read often.

Eddie followed you and you nearly fell out of the seat when he called your name. "Woah, woah, hey it's just me," he said, putting his hands up. He sat on the table part of the bench and cleared his throat. He looked over at you and said "I uh...I wanted to ask if everything was okay? If your relationship with Jason was hurting you at all?" "I'm great. Jason and I are really in love" you said and Eddie looked at you and nodded.

"Y/n...I-I haven't seen you eat in 4 days. The makeup you used to cover the bruise on your face is fading and you are visibly uncomfortable and scared and nervous around Jason. You don't need to pretend anymore, I can help you get away from him," Eddie said and you shook your head.

"N-Nothing's going on with me and Jason. He loves me, and I love him, we're really happy together. A-And I do eat, the school lunch is just gross and I eat at home instead" you said and Eddie put his head in his hands.

"Y/n please...eventually he's going to kill you. Don't you realize that? He's making you get smaller and weaker so it's easier to control you. You need help, y/n. You aren't safe or healthy right now and that's not okay..." he said and realized the way you were talking, and how your leg bounced and your picked at your hands, really hoping what he was thinking wasn't the truth.

"H-How does Jason show his love for you?" He asked and you bit your lip nervously. You sighed and said "just like everyone else. H-He hits me a lot, but that's only because he loves me and wants me to learn how to be perfect. It's okay, I promise"

"No, no it's not y/n. That's abuse, plain and simple. He is physically abusing you every single day because he knows you're vulnerable. Abuse is not love, okay? God, it's- it's fucking illegal for a reason. What Jason is doing to you is not normal and can put him in prison" Eddie said and you shook your head.

You sighed and said "how is love illegal?" "That isn't love, y/n. You don't hit anyone, especially the people you love. You don't deserve this, y/n, any of this" he said and you didn't want to believe him but you slow began to realize that maybe he was right.

"Oh- O-Oh my god...oh my god, Eddie," you said and began to tear up. He couldn't believe it. This whole time you had no idea that this was something bad, or wrong. You genuinely thought that this was just how you showed love.

Eddie begged you to stay at his place that night, even though Jason got pissed and blew up your phone. Eddie turned it off and distracted you the best he could. You were so grateful to have him, he was right, you would have died if you stayed with him and you wouldn't have ever realized this if it weren't for Eddie.

"Here, I have some sweatpants and a t-shirt for you" he said and you changed into the clothes he gave you. You put the pants on but they instantly fell off of you. You sighed, looking in his mirror. You bit your lip and put on your pants from earlier and he furrowed his eyebrows when you came out.

"I-I'm too small to fit into those. They just fall right off" you said and he furrowed his eyebrows and said "how? Those were my uncle's ex-girlfriends pants and she was literally the size of an12 year old boy" "I guess I'm an 8 year old boy" you said and you both laughed a little.

You noticed Eddie's mood quickly got sad and you took a deep breath. "Is everything okay?" You asked and he nodded. He smiled a little and said "are you uhm...are you in the mood for dinner?" "I-I don't...uhm...Jason said I can't eat for 3 more days" you said, and he instantly turned around and his eyes widened.

"What? W-What did- what?" He said, desperately hoping he was hearing things. You cleared your throat and said "Jason told me I was getting too big and that I couldn't eat for 3 more days" "when was the last time you ate?" Eddie asked quietly and you sighed.

"Uhm...I-I think 4 days ago. I-I had a granola bar and some iced tea" you said and Eddie took a deep breath, trying not to show you how angry he was. He reached his hand out and said "come on, y/n. I need to take you to the police station so that this sick bastard can go where he belongs"

"W-What- no, he doesn't need to go to jail" you said and Eddie ran his hands over his face and groaned. He pointed to the mirror and said "look at yourself in the mirror. Look at how boney your face and hands are. Look at the bruises on your face and neck. Tell me someone shouldn't go to prison for doing that to someone. Look me in the eyes and honestly tell me that abusing and forcing the woman who has been nothing but loyal and loving to you for 4 years to starve herself is not a reason for someone to be sent to prison, y/n"

"I-I'm scared, Eddie..." you whimpered and he slowly tucked your hair behind your ear, wiping your tears away. He sighed and said "it's gonna be just fine, y/n, I promise. Once he's in jail you'll be safe again. You can come live with me, and I'll protect you and take care of you and keep you safe for as long as I can. Please, y/n, let me help you"

You nodded and he drove you to the police station, stayed with you wherever he could and even though it took a long time, Jason was brought in for questioning and was arrested.

He was pissed and when he walked by you, lunged out of the officer's arms and got you on the ground, using his cuffed hands to punch you. They got him off of you and Eddie instantly scooped you up and got you away.

He tried to set you down but you just cried and held onto him. This was it, you had finally broken. "I-I hate him..." you said and Eddie sat down. He stroked your hair and said "you have every right to. I'm glad you told me and this is over now. I can't wait to see you happy again"

You nuzzled into his chest and he said "we can leave now if you want. I'll take you back to my trailer and let you get some rest" "o-ok..." you said and he gently put you in the car and drove back to his trailer. You fell asleep in the car and he shook you gently, worried her press on an injury.

You mumbled something and curled up, not wanting to move. "Y/n, come inside so you can sleep somewhere comfortable" he said and you groaned. You sighed and slowly opened your eyes, looking over at Eddie.

He brought you inside and you instantly crawled into his bed and fell asleep, smiling as you took in your favorite smell, Eddie. He chuckled and went to sleep on the couch, not wanting to scare you by sleeping next to you and accidentally touching you.

The next morning, he made you a small breakfast, and waited so that he could eat with you to make you more comfortable. He spent most of the day just letting you adjust to the new space, meeting his uncle and he went to your aunts to get all your clothes and stuff.

About a year later, you were happier than ever. He helped you get to a healthy 130 pounds, he also helped you realize what a healthy relationship was, even just a platonic one. His friend group welcomed you with open arms, and helped your healing process just as much as Eddie did.

You helped him finally pass highschool, and you both got a job at the same place so you were constantly together. Today he brought you to Rink-O-Mania, you two messing around on the rink and eating and drinking tons of junk food. You both crashed in the booth and he chuckled, tickling your sides which made you squeal and squirm.

"Eddie!" You giggled and he laughed as you almost fell out of the booth and caught you just before you could. You sighed and said "god I wish you were ticklish" "yea, sucks to suck huh?" He said and sipped his milkshake.

You bit your lip and said "Eddie, can I do something insane?" "Uhh sure" he said, not really aware of what you were thinking of. You leaned in, cupping his cheek and kissing him.

His hand and made it your waist, the other to your cheek. You pulled away and smiled and you both chuckled. "Do it again," he said and you leaned in once more, connecting your lips in a long awaited kiss.

"I've been waiting for that since we were 10 years old," he said and you giggled. He chuckled and you said "seriously?" "Absolutely," he said and you shook your head, kissing him again.

I’m not really sure how taglists work cause I don’t interact a lot on this app I mostly read stuff, but just dm me with the taglist you want to be added to (because soon enough I’ll be posting other characters/people)

Eventually I’ll be writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

So just dm me the taglist you want to be added to and I’ll add you :)

#eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things #protective!eddie

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a-manicured-lawn · 27 days

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list 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)

I'd have to say the people i've come to know (like you, Bre <3) whom i wouldn't have met outside LU. It's legitimately made a positive impact on my life!

Also, the sheer creativity i've come across when fic hunting. everyone has a fave Zelda game with their own fave Zelda lore, and you get to see each one really shine per fic!

lastly, I'd have to say the ENORMOUS archive of goodies i can discover! i joined at the end of 2022, and since LU's been going on for way longer than that i can find HUNDREDS of amazing artworks and comics and fics and stuff that people have made over the years!

5. something you see in fics a lot and love

TIME BEING A GREMLIN! he's only 30-ish, he deserves to play pranks and be just as much of a goblin as the rest of the Links! (also i'm a major sucker for Wild Meets The Chain shhhh)

18. a fandom tag that you track

#LU Shadow! Love me that goblin man!

#lawn clippings #ask answered #breannasfluff #linkeduniverse

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evilwriter-originals · 9 months

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Clipped Wings - Chapter 3

@samatedeansbroccoli @lashlamb13 (Let me know if you would like to be added or removed to the tag list.)

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Anaria woke early the next morning. She’d had some time to think before falling asleep, and felt motivated in her plan.

A quick glance in one of her wardrobes confirmed that a dress would not do for this, and so she donned a long, tight-fitted tunic with the back exposed, and pants that went a little past her knee. Sandals followed next, though not her ones that were inlaid with real gold. Real gold wouldn’t do for traveling.

“Wyniin!” Anaria called to her servant. “Get my bags ready.”

Wyniin entered the room, her blonde curls done up in a bun, white wings fluttering. She gave a quick bow before speaking.

“Going somewhere, my lady?”

Anaria felt at her own hair. She should probably have it braided before leaving. Flying with loose hair wasn’t ideal.

“I’m going with my father to Shimmerfort,” she responded. The king didn’t know this, and wouldn’t know of it till their departure, but Anaria didn’t want to be stuck sitting here while her father made important negotiations. She should be a part of them.

Besides, she was anxious to meet her soon-to-be betrothed.

“What kind of trip?” Wyniin asked.

“A diplomatic one.” Anaria found a ribbon that she’d left on her bedside table, and began to draw her long hair into a braid. Sometimes she wished she had curls, but straight hair like hers could be easier to deal with. “Should be a two day’s flight there.”

Wyniin nodded, bowed again, and set to work. Anaria finished off her braid and looked around her bedchamber. It was too early for other servants to be there to make the large bed and tidy up, and maybe a little too early for breakfast. Hali was probably still sleeping.

Anaria decided that she would go down to the kitchens to get something to eat. She didn’t mind eating with the servants and cooks, and often found herself enjoying it. It was interesting to get a glimpse into the lives of people so unlike her.

It appeared that Sylvae was also still sleeping as well, because Anaria found her night guard there when she opened the main door to her chambers.

“Morning, Kyrtar,” she greeted the man standing there with one hand on the hilt of his sword. A silver ball of light hovered near him to make up for a lack of torches. He’d conjured it himself, most likely.

“Is it morning yet?” he asked. His voice was gruff, and he stood much taller than Anaria, black, iridescent wings folded against his back. He was in his 40s, and had been guarding Anaria for as long as she could remember.

Anaria chuckled, looking around the dark hallway. He had a point. “It is for me.”

Kyrtar raised a dark brown eyebrow. “You’re planning something.”

Anaria closed the door behind her, began walking towards the kitchens, using a bit of magic to summon her own globe of light, this one golden.

“I am not,” she responded.

“Princess, you’re only ever up this early when you can’t sleep, or you have something planned.” Kyrtar fell into step beside her. “And you look a little too bright for someone who cannot sleep. So, what is it?”

Anaria gave Kyrtar a glance. He wouldn’t try to stop her, would he?

Well, it wasn’t like her plan was dangerous. She’d be traveling with her father and his royal guards. There would be plenty of people to protect her. Besides, she was bringing her sword.

“I am traveling with my father to Shimmerfort,” Anaria said. “He’s meeting King Dyon of Aborsken there.”

Kyrtar nodded. He’d probably already known. “Is your father aware of this?”

Anaria laughed, in a surprisingly good mood despite last night. “Not yet.”

Despite her laughter, Anaria was worried. What if her father denied her demand to go with him? There was a high chance of that, given that she’d really been one of the last people to know of this trip. She was stubborn though. She would make him take her.

The kitchens were only just beginning to bustle, the cooks and scullions finishing up their breakfast. The room was filled with light from torches, and so Anaria let her own light dissipate. Magic was something innate to the Nessari, but the cooks didn’t use it much in way of lighting, as the concentration needed could distract from their job.

The head chef noticed her and gave a deep bow, spreading her wings in greeting.

“Welcome, princess. The usual, I presume?”

“Yes, Shaerra, thank you.” Anaria went and sat at one of the long wooden tables as Shaerra began giving orders. She was an older woman, older than her father by about 10 years. Though, her hair probably wouldn’t start graying for another hundred or so.

Kyrtar was standing near the door, as was his duty, but Anaria beckoned to him.

“Come sit. Your shift is nearly over anyway.”

Kyrtar nodded and sat across from her, adjusting his sword in its scabbard so as to be comfortable. His leather armor creaked a little bit.

“Am I to come with you?” he inquired.

“I will have Sylvae with me.” Anaria folded her hands neatly on the table. The wood wasn’t polished, not like the tables she usually ate at. “You should probably rest after.”

Anaria wanted to take Kyrtar with her, but really, he did need his sleep. She could feel the edges of tiredness on her body just from rising early, and wouldn’t want someone to fly after having been awake all night.

In fact, she found herself leaning her head in her fist, drowsily watching the cooks as they worked. She hadn’t slept well, all things considered. Her mind had been racing. She hoped she’d be able to keep up on the long flight.

Anaria’s mind went back to those racing thoughts as she waited for breakfast. She was still upset that her father had kept something so big from her, which was why she wanted to go. He couldn’t leave her out of dealings in her own life! It wasn’t fair!

Though, she hoped any of the animosity between her and the king from last night had faded. She didn’t like arguing with him.

And then her mind went to Girad, the human prince. She hated to admit it, but she was curious and even a little eager to meet him. She’d never met a human before, and wondered what they were like. Were they like Nessari in some ways? Or so vastly different that it would be a culture shock for the both of them? What was Girad like? And, still on her list of concerns though it seemed shallow, what did he look like?

Breakfast was laid out before her by Shaerra herself, and Anaria thanked her and dipped her head in gratitude. Shaerra bowed to her, and then went about her work.

The food consisted of porridge with cinnamon, orange juice, and a lemon tart. Citrus was abundant in Nessar, which was fine, because Anaria adored it. Kyrtar was eating something similar.

Breakfast was quick, as Anaria didn’t want to miss her father’s departure. After a nod of gratitude to Shaerra, Anaria was leaving the kitchens in search of Sol.

After asking around a little, she found him in his chambers.

“Father?” she asked, knocking on the big wooden door.

“Come in!” he called, and Anaria entered, leaving Kyrtar behind her at the door.

“You’re up early,” Sol commented. He had his back turned, was looking over some papers in his hand, possibly the letters between him and King Dyon. Belongings were strewn about the room. She’d been right in assuming he’d be leaving today.

“Well, I had to get ready.”

Sol turned to her, an eyebrow raised. “Ready for…?”

Anaria took a deep breath. “I’m going with you.”

Sol opened his mouth to speak, probably to deny her demand (it wasn’t a request), but Anaria forged on ahead.

“I am sorry about last night,” she said, “but I feel that negotiations having to do with me would go better if I were actually present.” She wasn’t going to say it was unfair, realizing that she would sound like a petulant child if she did, but it was definitely what she was thinking.

“I will not allow it.”

Anaria’s hands balled into fists. “Why not?! Father, if I am to be married to the prince then—!”

“It’s dangerous,” he cut her off, remaining calm, not a feather ruffled. That irritated her. She wanted to continue, but she would let him speak. “If something were to happen, I would not want Nessar to lose the entire royal family.”

Anaria clenched her jaw. Sol was right, wasn’t he? It was just her and her father. Her mother, Queen Lathae, had died when she was young.

“So you don’t trust Dyon,” she realized.

“Not yet,” Sol responded. He put the papers down on an end table, came up to Anaria, and gently took her arms. Her fingers unclenched. “I’m sorry, Anaria. I truly am. I’m sorry for not telling you of this, and I’m sorry to have to leave you behind. I don’t want to.” He took a breath. “But you know your duty.”

“I do.” Anaria didn’t necessarily like her duties all the time, but she knew them and would follow them as best she could.

Sol sighed, letting his hands slide down her arms. “Is there anything I can do to make this up to you?”

“Just write to me,” Anaria said. Disappointment was an ache in her chest. “Keep me informed.”

Sol nodded. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, his beard rough against her skin. “I will.”

Anaria sighed through her nose, readjusted her braid. “I should let you get going.”

“Go back to sleep,” Sol told her, the worried father showing through the mask of the king. “You look exhausted.”

Anaria nodded, then stood on her toes to kiss him on the cheek in return. After that, she was leaving and returning to her chambers. There was a horrible ache in her throat, and she didn’t exactly know why.

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Anaria did not go back to sleep right away like her father had suggested. Instead she watched his contingent of guards get ready to leave, leaning on the edge of her balcony. The heights didn’t bother her at all. A Nessari who was afraid of heights would be a funny thing.

Sol noticed her from the courtyard, gave her a nod that she returned. And then, with powerful beats of wings, they were off.

Anaria rubbed at her eyes. Lack of good sleep was beginning to catch up with her. Yawning, she went back inside, looked at the bags strewn about her bedchamber. They were empty now, her belongings returned to their proper place.

She sprawled out on her bed on her back, staring at the ceiling. She didn’t want to sleep, but she found her eyes closing, and soon, she was drifting off with the early light of the sun peeking through her windows.

#Clipped Wings #fantasy #original writing #original fiction #writing #fiction #original characters #ocs #Anaria #Sol

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 1 year

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reading your tags and realizing the angst potential of the childhood friends AU :3c (I love angst with fluff/good endings sm, cannot handle ones with none at all :,D)

like. imagine being his best friend when you two were young, knowing he's changed ever since you lost him for a few days, but you were there for him, hoping things will be okay. then you meet up with him, and things looked very promising! you knew him too well and he's almost the same Ajax you knew and adored! possibly pining for each other too hehe

that was until you caught him murdering someone you likely knew (but you weren't close or anything, you just know them from work maybe?) and seeing the look in his eyes, realized this isn't his first, second, or third time doing this. you knew the light in his eyes was gone when you found him again, you knew he was different, he was resorting to violence and you did expect him to still be like that, honestly. but not like this. the betrayal hits you hard, but you still gave him a chance. albeit it, at the cost of how betrayed and a bit emotionless towards him. it was different but you tried to warm up, even if this was the outcome.

imagine meeting Legacy for the first time though… he's having a meltdown, you probably heard or seen him once or twice, but not a lot. (probably in your childhood though eheh~) you'd approach him cautiously, trying to hush him down a bit. Legacy better kneels down because you'll gently hold his face, rest your forehead against his and murmur some soft words that you used to tell Ajax when he was upset as a kid. even if you're betrayed, it wasn't fair for you to feel like that towards Legacy, knowing they're somewhat different? you're not leaving his side even if he calms down, gently telling Legacy to please be okay and know that you're not mad at him.

possibly even saying that even if you're betrayed, you don't hate Ajax, because surely he's there listening, right? you're just upset that things turned out to be like this, but you can't hate him even if you honestly wanted to. you feel like you should, but you can't. he's your first, and only friend you have, and is someone you deeply cherished.

right now, you want him to know that it's okay, things will work out slowly. well, you want Legacy to know that the most.

(may or may not be a re-occurring anon dropping some minor scenarios i'm too shy and i don't wanna flood your inbox with some ramblings ah- I love your FL content so much thank you for blessing us with this <3 <3)

aaaa you and me both, anon!!!! angst with happy endings is my bread and butter, since i love writing feelings but i want everyone to end up happy :D

oh but just imagine Foul Legacy inside Ajax's mind, watching you witness your best friend kill someone, watching you step back in horror- he whines so desperately, clawing at the boundary between Ajax's body and his to tell you not to be afraid, to hold you close and show how much they both truly care for you because he, the Abyssal half of your friend, loves you too

but he's too weak, and is stuck watching you grow closed off and wary of Ajax- it's so hard to give him a second chance when you're having doubts that he ever cared for you at all

so when you finally come face-to-face with Foul Legacy, he thinks you're going to despise him- after all, he represents everything that changed and warped Ajax into how he is today, so why wouldn't you hate him? but instead you approach slowly, whispering and hushing him to calm his frazzled nerves until he can at least tell the world apart, leaning into your touch as an anchor to reality so you can wipe away his tears. you can tell immediately, whether by the soft whines that slip from his fanged mouth or the way his claws wrap around your hands, that Foul Legacy is not Ajax- or at least, not entirely. so you settle yourself beside him, linking your hands around your knees and striking up a conversation about anything and everything to help him calm down. eventually you hear his breathing even out, occasionally rumbling or humming in response to something you said, and suddenly a weight settles on your shoulder as he unabashedly snuggles his face into your neck

it's been so long since you've been this close to him or Ajax, and when you pet his hair Foul Legacy shivers and purrs

he listens to you talk about the recent years and your conflicted feelings, the way you know you should hate Ajax but just can't, how you're so lonely all the time because you really can't bring yourself to believe that Ajax even considers you a friend anymore, and Foul Legacy whimpers at the way your voice hitches as you hold back tears

but then you smile, just barely, and scritch behind his horns, saying that there's no way you could ever hate him- none of this is his fault after all, and Foul Legacy's been nothing but sweet to you. you're not sure when he'll have to disappear and Ajax will return, but at least you can stave off the loneliness and savor his presence while it lasts, curling up in his arms and listening to his deep, rumbling purrs of relief

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a-queenoffairys · 6 months

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9 people you'd like to get to know better

Tagged by @breserker hello

Three ships:

Odd/Sam K. (Code Lyoko) - they've been on my mind the most lately. She doesn't appear often but I like the side of Odd we get to see when she's around, and I like her, and they like each other, and it's great.

Komi/Tadano (Komi Can't Communicate) - they're both sweet and really cute together and I got excited when they confessed to each other.

Marinette/Adrien (Miraculous Ladybug) - I've liked them since the start of the show and I've enjoyed seeing the newer seasons explore the different pairings in the love square.

First ever ship: I'm sure there were romantic pairings I liked in media I watched/read as a kid, but I can't think what they would have been. But if we're talking around the time I discovered fandom, that would be Ulumi and Jerlita from Code Lyoko. I still like and ship both to some extent and with some caveats, but I don't really do much with them in fandom at the moment.

Last song: Choose Your Fighter by Ava Max, because it's the last song on the Barbie soundtrack. Thinking about getting the deluxe edition but kinda miffed that that's a thing. If I'd known they would leave some songs off the original album just to release them on another CD a while later, I would have waited to get it >:T Anyway the whole soundtrack is great.

Currently reading:

The Books of Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin - I recently finished Tehanu and Tales From Earthsea is next. Decided to give it a shot after seeing positive reviews and they were right, it is a good series set in a really unique world.

Ghost Hunters Adventure Club: The Secret of the Grande Chateau by Dr. Cecil H.H. Mills - also heard good things about it, but I've only just started it.

Jackrabbit and the Beast: A Jackrabbit Brujo Tale by Bre Garcia - just finished reading recently, and so should you, it is good :3 :3 :3

Currently watching: Rewatching BBC Merlin with @dialovers, and slowly getting through Our Flag Means Death season 2.

Currently consuming: Yoghurt with fruit

Currently craving: Chicken parmigiana pie from Heatherbrae's. Their whole gluten free range is just 👌 but that one's my favourite. If you live in NSW I'd definitely recommend seeing if they have a shop near you.

Uhhh tags - @yoshistack @orville-redenbacher-space-hero @pigeonsparty @sapphiclizziebennet @sheepydraws @cosmicpines @meandmyechoes @dialovers @littlemomentsofgold if you would like to participate 👍

#tag meme #about aqof

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alonelystargazer · 1 year

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I posted 4,351 times in 2022

That's 1,036 more posts than 2021!

231 posts created (5%)

4,120 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@yuyevon

@alonelystargazer (um how?)

@4822poundsofham

@desertmint

@thottiehardy

I tagged 4,114 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#jjba - 1,258 posts

#jotakak - 231 posts

#bre's posts - 209 posts

#kujo jotaro - 197 posts

#video - 194 posts

#fanart - 182 posts

#art - 167 posts

#stardust crusaders - 160 posts

#fave posts - 143 posts

#stone ocean - 123 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#his dumbass never got vaxxed and doesn't wear masks outside of work and i'm just sitting here wondering what happened to all his braincells

My Top Posts in 2022:

Fic: Something Sweet

On a day meant to return what was given on Valentine’s Day, Jotaro breaks social convention, and puts his pride on the line, to make a gift that is sure to capture the attention of his best friend (and secret crush) Noriaki. He hopes this bold gesture won't backfire on him.

Read it on AO3

Tags under the cut

Rating: Teen & up

Relationship(s): Jotaro/Kakyoin

Other Tags: canon divergence, everyone lives, post-part 3, secret crush, pining, love confessions, friends to lovers, fluff, White Day

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very accurate of me to say this

100 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

tbh I think 6taro should be allowed to have a hairy chest and a beer belly with a happy trail, scruffy beard, gray streaks in his hair, dark sunken under eyes, etc.

he can look like he's only had 7 hrs of sleep in 10 years, you know just absolutely miserable, and STILL be a hot dilf

120 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

what happened to the era of men showing off their hairy chests or wearing little crop tops and cut off jean shorts with a little cheek peeking out

137 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

big anime girl eyes~

154 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #my top posts only have a few hundred notes combined but I'm proud of them :)#also that many jotkak posts? doesn't feel like it was that many but okay lol

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writer-rider-flirty-thirties · 2 years

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My Favorite Five

Tagged by @fragileizywriting

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

AHHHH. Okay Thanks Izy. I’m tagging @purrfectlypunny @inkmousey @miraculouslymundane

I’m Bre. I... write? I guess. I’ve officially posted 78 fanfics across five fandoms. I’ve been tagged to pick my favorite five??? Ugh... Let’s see... In no certain order: *disclaimer: most of the reasons are not related to plot LOL*

Zutara Week 2012

-It’s my one and only A:TLA fic and I love it to pieces because I love Zutara. I think it’s good balance of fluff and angst.

High School Musical Style

-I love HSM and I loved Maury and The Jerry Springer show so it was natural to mix the two. I was young when I wrote it and it reminds me of how much my humor has (or hasn’t lol) changed and how much my writing has evolved. HSM was also the first fandom I wrote for because I needed more Troypay content!!!

Struggling

-My first Miraculous fic that hit me like a truck during the freeze in Texas and I wrote it all in less than a week. I planned for it to be 15 chapters and it rebelled and became 22 with (currently) 3 sequels. All the other 56 fics for Miraculous were only possible because of this fic and some of the courage I got from people reviewing it. I also love the building of the relationship between Lukadrinette.

-It also meant my return to writing after 4/5ish years because I felt like I wasn’t good at it and that I was wasting my time. When the plot for Struggling came to me I realized that, regardless of if I thought I was a good writer or not, I enjoy it enough to do it so I should do it.

Should I Stay or Should I Go

-I wrote this in one night and it was the longest *drabble* in my Thirty In One series. I’m so proud at how it turned out. It involved a lot of my favorite things: Luka, Lukanette, Multiple Endings, some dark material, and happy endings.

Musical Casanova/Last Night

-It’s a toss up for this one. So many of my Thirty In One fics could’ve gone here but I really enjoyed these two because Lukanette being adorable/hot together is one of my favorite things ever.

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faorism · 1 year

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I posted 1,731 times in 2022

That's 8 more posts than 2021!

334 posts created (19%)

1,397 posts reblogged (81%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@redgoldblue

@suddenrundown

@party-gilmore

@cynassa

@negasonicbabes

I tagged 1,650 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#leverage - 518 posts

#eliot spencer - 128 posts

#leverage redemption - 103 posts

#leverage redemption spoilers - 95 posts

#faorism meta - 79 posts

#parker leverage - 76 posts

#our flag means death - 72 posts

#alec hardison - 71 posts

#mash - 70 posts

#faorism fanart - 66 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#“ill put in on the list” what list my dude. let me kno what is your steve rogers things to look up list for how to be a not evil lawyer man

I sent 3 gifts in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

hokey sfx overlays establishing how badass alec hardison is, my beloved

403 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

i love this show so much

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sections that definitely appear in leverage international binders

Easy Recipes To Bring To A Potluck Now That You Suddenly Have A Found Family

The Pregnancy Discrimination Act, Shared Parental Leave, And Policies Around Robins/Apprentices

Okay This Sounds Fun But Promise Dont Do This List (a growing document from across the teams which highkey is a mark of pride to be worthy enough to have your fuck up added to The List)

So Wanna Polyam? Conversation Starters

The So You Are Having A Sexuality Crisis In The Middle Of A Con Flowchart. (And its eventual sequel, So Yeah. Gender? A Thing. It Happens, Sometimes On The Job. Yikes.)

(please add suggestions in reblogs/replies!)

681 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

the hilarity of eliot telling hardison he could have helped with the fight when you KNOW if hardison had tried, eliot would have immediately given him shit like what're you doing? helping with the punching! stop that, open the damn door. their love language on the field is tested and true.

820 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

OKAY SO THERES A LOT OF GREAT NEW STICKERS ON BRE’S COMPUTER (they replaced the one with a cat wearing a mask which i thought was hilarious since the plague didn’t exist in their universe presumably) AND I WAS GONNA GO THRIUGH THEM ALL BUT YALL

BREANNA HAS AT THE CENTER OF HER FUCKING COMPUTER THE ACE FLAG

See the full post

1,215 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #faorism ism #my shock is so very little #the crew up here

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mcworm · 1 year

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I posted 669 times in 2022

That's 337 more posts than 2021!

77 posts created (12%)

592 posts reblogged (88%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mcworm

@opia-jpg

@kerink

@bulkhummus

@sm0kebreaks

I tagged 369 of my posts in 2022

Only 45% of my posts had no tags

#0 - 10 posts

#ins - 65 posts

#srb - 21 posts

#tma - 12 posts

#my art - 11 posts

#reblog - 10 posts

#1k - 6 posts

#merlin - 5 posts

#the magnus archives - 5 posts

#wcbaf - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#if no cooking its tuna sandwiches with the little packets of tuna and bread and nothing else. no mayo no nothing just shredded tuna and bre

My Top Posts in 2022:

a quiet moment away from the general chaos of a kingdom

1,269 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

that damned lake

3,563 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

an archivist, a smoke break

a spider.

4,235 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

into the spotlight with you, little spider

5,476 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

is now a good time to repost the lino carving I made as a high schooler

13,493 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #this is hysterical #I really rebloghed myself the most #sorry for da tag for the other blogs I don't know the etiquette for a goddamn Tumblr wrapped esq post

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writermuses · 2 years

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Thread Tracker

Last Updated: 30 July 2022

Note 1: I only went back a month or to whatever was on the last thread tracker, so if you want to keep something that is older than that, please let me know. I will still and forever be the slowest replier in all of time, so I’m happy to keep threads. I also probably missed something in the process of making this tracker, so just lmk.

Note 2: I know some of the threads are finished, I plan to go back and cross more of them off. I just like having them linked so I can go back to them as a reference due to my memory loss. Seriously, don’t think I expect you to respond to the older shit, I just love our pairings 💙

Note 3: Click here to find my open starters, which are open for all eternity.

Note 4: Tumblr is trash and this post must be viewed on dash for the links to work but on the blog to see cross offs for shelved/closed threads.

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Caleb x Seyda + 01 . Shippery

Emirhan x Ceren + 01 . Shippery

Hannelore x Billy + 01 . Shippery

Hannelore x Charlotte + 01

Jasleen x Killian + 01

Nate x Seraphina + 01 . 02 . 03 . Shippery

Pem x Emre + 01 . Shippery

Tadgh x Kassidy + 01

Taney x Ben + 01

Ximena x Ferit + 01 . Shippery

Yana x Roman + 01 . Shippery

@hernameiswritinwater

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Henrik x Eittie + 01 . 02 . 03 . 04 . 05 . Shippery

Lachlan x Adele + 01 . Shippery

Matthias x Alessandra + TBA . Shippery

Nate x Caria + 01 . 02 . Shippery

Octavius x Eittie + 01 . Shippery

Tadgh x Selene + 01 . 02 . 03 . 04 . Shippery

Teague x Eittie + TBA . Shippery

Thaddeus x Rosie + 01 . Shippery

@imperfectox

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Luca x Elle + 01 . 02 . Shippery

María Elena x Harry + 01

Tadgh x Serena + 01

Taney x Luca + 01

@thekingswench

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Octavius x Lance + 01

Pem x Percival + 01

Tadgh x Ysabelle + 01

Teague x Evette + 01

@lcseyourself

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Kailani x Dexter + 01 . Shippery

Sirius x Spencer + 01 . Shippery

Vincent x Amelia + 01 . 02 . Shippery

Will x Avery + 01 . Shippery

@loveofcharacters

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Micah x Vera + 01 . Shippery

Octavius x Julianna + 01

Tadgh x Dilana + 01

@marimelwrites

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Charlotte x Sloan + 01

Luca x Andrew + 01

Luca x Maddie + 01 . Shippery

María Elena x Kerem + 01

Matthias x Jameson + 01

Micah x Diana + 01

Nate x Diana + 01 . Shippery

Pem x Tiberius + 01 . Shippery

Resna x Jameson + 01

Solena x Ilya + 01 - 02 - 03 . Shippery

Tadgh x Maddie + 01 . Shippery

Vincent x Azra + 01 . Shippery

Will x Emine + 01 . Shippery

Yana x Eren + 01 . Shippery

@midnightsaboteur

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Aurélie x Jude + 01 - 02 . Shippery

Cara x Daniel Walden Jr. + 01

Hannelore x Felix + 01 . Shippery

Jasleen x Walt + 01 . Shippery

Mason x Serena + 01 . Shippery

@not-museing-around

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Alina x Xavier + 01 . Shippery

Cara x Kai + 01

Drew x Kai + 01 . 02 . Shippery

Hazel x Jamie + 01 . Shippery

Iseul x Jamie + 01

Kailani x Link + 01 . Shippery

Lilith x JJ + 01 . Shippery

Luca x Keller + 01

Nate x Danny + 01 . 02 . 03 . 04 . Shippery

Octavius x Daisy + 01 . Shippery

Sirius x Kaylee + 01

Solena x Miles + 01 . Shippery

Tomlin x Leah + 01 . 02 . 03 . Shippery

@oceanattheendofthelcne

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Aurélie x Ned + 01

Micah x Rosalie + 01

Resna x Safiye + 01

@pristinaluna

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María Elena x Shepherd + 01 . Shippery

@rcsegld

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Donovan x Aurora + 01 . Shippery

Solena x Alex + 01 . Shippery

@stcygcld

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Matt x Lauren - 01 . Shippery

@spiritusmuses

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Nate x Aubree + 01 . 02 . Shippery

Resna x Archer + 01

@tenderstars

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Alina x Thomas + 01 . Shippery

Aurélie x Nora + 01 . Friendshippery

Drew x Rylee + 01 . Shippery

Nate x Rylee + 01 . Shippery

Taney x Will + 01 . Shippery

@troublesomemix

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Alina x Nicholas + 01

Henrik x Persephone + 01

@turkishdclights

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Emirhan x Ramona + 01 . 02 . 03 . 04 . Shippery

@whiskymuses

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Andrew x Jamie + 01 . Shippery

María Elena x AJ + 01 . Shippery

Nate x Katelyn + 01 . Shippery

Pem x Calum + 01 . Shippery

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I posted 1,176 times in 2022

26 posts created (2%)

1,150 posts reblogged (98%)

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I tagged 35 of my posts in 2022

#dream smp - 13 posts

#artists on tumblr - 12 posts

#art - 12 posts

#mcyt - 12 posts

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#digital drawing - 11 posts

#fan art - 11 posts

#mcyt fan art - 8 posts

#dream smp fan art - 7 posts

#tommyinnit - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 46 characters

#my art style won't let me change how i do hair

My Top Posts in 2022:

Y'know, after reading SBI fics for so long, then going back to regular fics has made me realize how different this fandom sees relationships.

Like most fandoms centre arround shipping and use fics as a way to project their love for thay ship. Where SBI fics are a way for writers to have an outlet that shows their love for relationships that go beyond just shipping.

I stopped reading SBI fics for a bit because I was getting bored and I got into ither media, but I've discovered that other fandoms treat their fanfiction so differently to a degree to where its jarring. Its like stepping into two different cultures. And thats because it is stepping intk two different cultures

Like I knew how fics used to be before the dsmp, I had read those fics for five years before I got to this fandom. I read those but I never got so emotionally invested in a story like I did with fics like Passerine and so many others. It made me realise how incredibly lucky this fandom is to have such a good culture arround fanfiction.

Is this a vent because I am sick of seeing NSFW fics? Yes. But I want to see more of this culture in other fandoms but I know it may never happen. It probably wont ever happen.

Oke venting over.

72 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

What I find absolutely hilarious about C!Sam's situation with kidnapping Michael and killing C! Ranboo, is the fact that in doing so he managed to piss off not only a trigger happy teenager with nukes but:

A trigger happy and violenty protective anarchist who has no quarrel with blowing up a city and stabbing people,

and

A cryptid who is related to the biggest cryptid in the game mythology who is friends with a demi god and has been betrayed one too many times.

Mans is fucked and I'm here for it.

78 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

The Eddie Munson brainrot got to me so I drew him alive because he is definitely not dead no no.

He could be Kass theory Eddie, he could bre regular Eddie up to you.

81 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

Loving the fact that the Inquisitor base upped the security after Cal decided to wreck the place. They knew this shit would happen again.

But also I feel like Vader didn't shield it out of spite because there is no way another jedi would be dumb enough to break into the place. Except if you are Obi Wan Kenobi and are running on about 4 hours sleep and a half assed bacta treatment.

But also if a jedi did break in Vader knows he can take it, not because hes a masochist, but because he knows the jedi will find his murder dungeon, and he's betting on them losing hope after seeing that shit.

103 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

C!Wilbur when he found out what C!Dream did to C!Tommy in exile.

246 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

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