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self rec Sunday!

thank u to @bawlbrayker for tagging me

I have to say, my favourite one of my own fics has to be my first one as well. I thought about it for ages and I was honestly so scared to post it.

I'm not sure who to tag because I am DEAD tired from working a long shift and can't remember who has done this already. If you want me to tag u in future things I do, message me!

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Gallavich Fanart Masquerade 2024

It's here! Our first ever fanart-only event (thanks @michellemisfit for the idea!).

The rules are pretty similar to the fanfiction masquerade. In a Masquerade, artists will create fanarts anonymously, attempting to create something in a style different from their usual in order to fool the "admirers". These fanarts will all be revealed at the same time on May 12th - our Fanart Masquerade Ball! - and admirers (who may also be other fanartists) will have two weeks to attempt to guess who's behind each mask, that is, who did which fanart.

Details after the read more.

Requirements

None. Any art style will do, as long as it's drawn, I suppose. Traditional or digital, colored or b&W or lineart... Just no edits. And absolutely no AI, of course.

I need fanart ideas!

Maybe this will help.

Sign-ups

Signing-up is required and can be done here. For this event, sign-ups can be done up to the time of posting. Unlike other events, this is one where you will need to sign-up only at the end, after the art is done. You'll be required to add your AO3 username and the title of your fanart (yes, you'll have to give it a title, sorry - it can be pretty simple though).

Is NSFW accepted?

Yes, as long as it is correctly tagged. Please keep in mind that in this case, it's possible some people might not be comfortable in viewing it.

What if I don't have an AO3 account?

Then I'm very sorry, but in this case, you won't be able to participate (as an artist). For his event, having an AO3 account is mandatory so that you can post in the collection. That being said, a lot of people have AO3 invites, so ask right now and someone may be able to send you one. (Or, worst case scenario, we can find writer buddies to post for you.)

Posting

Posting needs to be done on AO3 because the Fanart Masquerade Collection will be unrevealed and anonymous. All posting must be done until the eve of the Masquerade, so May 11th. On May 12th, all the fanarts will be revealed and available for the admirers. The fanarts will remain anonymous until May 26th, when the game ends. The winners will be revealed shortly after, along with the prizes (more on that below). After the artists identities are revealed, they are free to post their fanart wherever they please.

Because unfortunately AO3 doesn't host images, your fanarts will have to be hosted elsewhere and linked to AO3. They should stay as hidden as possible. One possibility is posting privately on Tumblr and then using the image link to post on AO3. If you don't know how to do that or don't have a place to host the fanart, please contact us and we'll help you out.

When posting on AO3, choose to do it under the Gallavich Fanart Masquerade 2024 Collection (as in the picture below). I'll take care of the rest. It's important to do so when posting and not after, or it won't work.

Voting

Voting will be done via a new form, which will be disclosed only after the fanarts are posted. All fanart titles will be displayed and the admirers will chose from a menu who they think the artist is.

Points

There are two ways of winning this game, as an artist and as an admirer.

Artists are awarded 1 point for each person who correctly guesses their fanart and 3 points for each person who wrongly guesses it. That's right, you get more points if you're actually able to deceive everyone!

Admirers are awarded 5 points for each fanart they guess correctly, but they lose 1 point for each wrong guess.

Artists can also be admirers, so they have twice the chance of winning.

Prizes

The winning fanarts will get short fics based on them! And the one by the winning artist will be the prompt for one week in the @galladrabbles.

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gallavich per season • season three

“you love me and you’re gay. just admit it.”

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We are hosting our very first writing event ~ so stuff all your pens, notebooks, and art supplies into your favorite backpack, bring water and snacks, and join us for Gallavich Summer Writing Camp!

What is it?? Writers and artists will team up in “bunks” and write a story together, paired with accompanying art (if desired!). Stories will post the 3rd week of July - during our weeklong virtual campfire.

What kind of stories can we write? * The theme of your story is ... ☀️ SUMMER ☀️ * Story word minimum: 10K * Please make sure your stories and art are tagged properly

How do I join a bunk? * You can form one with your friends! Each team can have any combination of writers, artists, and betas - we recommend 3-4 people per group. And we'll expect a cute name for your bunk too :) * If you would like to be assigned to a bunk, we’re excited to find the right one for you! 

Got my group, now what? * Once you have your bunkmates assembled, please fill out this Google Form by Friday, May 10 to let us know your plans. Just pick one representative from your bunk to complete it.  * If you’re signing up solo and would like to be assigned to a team, you can indicate that on the form too + your preferred role.

The week of May 13, we’ll contact each group to let you know your assigned posting date ~ and then you can start writing and creating!

Posting Week: July 22-26; we will check in midway through to make sure you’re on your way or if you need anything as you work toward your posting deadline.

We’ll have a Collection on AO3, so at least one person in the bunk should have an account.

The Fic Club on Discord will set up a channel specific to this event where you can ask us questions and chat with fellow participants. If you’re not on the server yet, come join us!

We can’t wait to hang out by the fire, roast marshmallows, and read stories together!

[callivich]

🌑 the moon from the fuck-u-up tarot 🌑

Before meeting Mickey, Ian had no idea that the moon had eight phases. Hell, he didn’t even notice the tattoo on their first night together because some fuckin’ sap liked it face to face, but after lunch with Mandy, Ian had bent Mickey over the arm of his own goddamn couch, and there they were, one right after the other— New Waxing crescent First quarter Waxing gibbous Full Waning gibbous Last quarter Waning crescent —lining Mickey’s spine. Each carrying a different shade, a different energy, and a different way to flow. Ian was fascinated.  Turned the fuck on.  And oddly validated.  He’d never given it much thought before, but after a few meditations on the subject, Ian couldn’t help but wonder: If the moon was in constant flux, constant change; then, couldn’t it stand to reason that maybe his state of mind, his pace, his moods, weren’t so odd after all?  an exception to the rule | ch. 9: opening up in phases

[now updating on ao3]

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🍻 the two of cups from the fuck-u-up tarot 🍻

When Ian stood to grab their empty bottles, Mickey was suddenly and inexplicably overwhelmed by the need to kiss him. To catch his perfect bottom lip in his teeth and pull it into his mouth. To taste him, consume him—be consumed by him. He slid out of the booth, coming to standing in front of him, their chests brushing slightly as Mickey caught his balance. “I can grab the next round too, Mick, don't—“ “Can I kiss you?” Mickey asked, wholly unsure of himself and yet forward as fuck. Ian’s face broke out in a warm grin, white teeth flashing and green eyes glittering. He set the bottles back on the table and stepped in towards Mickey, one hand moving to hold the back of his head and the other resting on his neck. “Would be a fucking shame if you didn’t,” he said, leaning down. Mickey’s breath hitched as Ian’s soft lips landed on his. Sweet. The pressure fucking perfect. Then, Ian opened his mouth to Mickey, slotting their lips together, their tongues meeting in a delicious slide of want and trust and something more. Fuck. Already. As if they’d known each other their entire lives. Today. Yesterday. Forever. It felt like…lightning. Something clicking into place. an exception to the rule | ch. 2: different table, different cards

[now updating on ao3]

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My first time posting my art 🤠

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⚔️ the five of swords from the fuck-u-up tarot ⚔️

Five shining swords lay on the ground, a symbol of defeat by even the loosest of traditions. But behind them, in silhouette, stood two men with their hands clasped. Solid, together, ready to tackle whatever comes their way.

an exception to the rule | ch. 11: epilogue

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Chapter 4!

And if you need to start from the beginning:

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this week's @galladrabbles prompt has been provided by the most magical @callivich / @ianandmickeygallavich1 [sorry, i get confused at which to tag] in the form of: blur.

read from the start here or on ao3.

"Cat got your tongue?" Terry's words felt like silver coating Mickey's skin. Memories passed his inner eye in a blur. Summers spent picking berries with Mandy. Hunting with Kolya and Iggy. Forging his first mirror. His own eyes looking back at him. So alive. So full of love. He could feel Laura's presence now. In the wind brushing through the grass. In the warmth of Ian's palm. "Mick." There, too. In the singsang of his voice. He closed his eyes. Just for a moment. She was there, too, in the beating of his heart. "I'm not afraid of you anymore."

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Galladrabbles - Blur

This week's @galladrabbles inspired by @callivich 's prompt "blur" is a continuation from last week's drabble and part of my drabble series which you can read: HERE

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His shift goes on. Hours blurring together. Mickey's voice is Ian's lifeline. Every time they get a call. He can hear that Mickey dreads sending them out again. The little talks afterwards.

Now Ian's off the clock and he needs something else to get through the rest of the day. He wants dancing, sweat and sex. But he opts for sugar and fat and a trip to the corner shop.

He's just paying for his five Snicker bars when…

“Hey, Red. You gotta buy all of them? Spare one for a guy in need?” 

Mickey.

Ian sways. Turns and stares…

[callivich]

Fluffbruary

February 25:   breathe   |   offer   |   ignite

Watermelon (pumpkins aren’t in season in February, okay?)

This was much more blood, sweat, and tears than it had any right to be. I don’t know why @rutherinahobbit puts up with me but I’m very glad she does.

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Hit the Fluffbruary tag to see the other days in the challenge and check out @fluffbruary for MORE FLUFF

This is my RedBubble Shop, for anyone interested.

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Chapter 12: Crazy Fandom: Shameless (US) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich, Lip Gallagher, Mandy Milkovich, Tami Tamietti, Original Characters Additional Tags: Romance, Supernatural Elements, Science Fiction, Alternate Universe, Multiverse, Meta, Hurt/Comfort, Soulmates, Non-Linear Narrative Series: Part 2 of You Can Bite Me Summary:

Paramedic Ian Gallagher knows true love exists. He’s not going to settle until he finds it either, no matter how much his friends and family roll their eyes at him. Mickey Milkovich, on the other hand, isn’t sure about all that stuff. He’s an engineer with a long to-do list, and chasing rainbows isn’t on it. He’ll never say no to a good time and a pretty face though. When they meet, it will feel like kismet, something inevitable that neither of them can shake. Honestly though, who would want to?

Falling in love can be the easiest thing in the world, especially when the whole universe is rooting for you… That’s if the whole universe is rooting for you.

A You Can Bite Me universe fic.

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hey bud 💚 how about 18 "it's so hot when you talk like that" if you're feeling it?

"It's so hot when you talk like that." additional tags: hypothetical pregnancy discussion, hypothetical breeding kink, ian's been reading a lot of ABO on the DL

"Can't believe that motherfucker Allen."

Ian closes their apartment door behind them, sealing them away from yet another neighbor interaction. "Makin' Jill carry all those bags when she's - what, thirty weeks pregnant?" He's nosy - don't worry about it.

"Thirty one," Mickey corrects, because he's even nosier. "What a piece of shit."

"Well...least we were there," says Ian, finally able to worm the handle of their plastic CVS bag back down to his hand now that it's not occupied with another family's groceries. "Think they'll make us godparents?"

At the counter, Mickey grimaces. "Ugh. Don't even fuckin' joke about that."

It gets a laugh from Ian - the striking contrast between Jill's produce bags and their CVS bag of lube, condoms, and beef jerky not lost on him in the slightest.

"Better not pull any of that shit on me."

Ian looks up from their spoils. Tries to imagine a world where he'd pull an Allen on his husband. "Never," he says. "I'm a gentleman after all."

"Uh huh..." He can hear Mickey's grin as it trails off into the refrigerator, his head and shoulders blocked by the open door. "Course, for that you'd haveta put a baby in me first."

And oh, the way Ian's sensors go off in his brain... How a little pop of interest licks up his belly... Well that was a thing to fucking say! "Ha ha..." play it cool... "Yeah..."

It's just a stupid, passing comment. They make it to each other sometimes, comfortable in the silliness of it. But that doesn't mean Ian's brain hasn't taken it and molded it into perfect, sexy little shapes for himself.

"You expect me to carry around your pups like that, I expect your ass to cater to me day 'n night..."

Okay...

Ian takes a slow breath in, his nostrils flaring.

He sets the lube down.

Goes with his gut and approaches Mickey from behind, just as he's closing the refrigerator door. Because if he's gonna keep talking about this shit, then Ian's got no choice but to follow his animal instincts, right?

"Oh," he feels Mickey grin as he swoops in to wrap his arms around him, pulling him close against his chest. "That right, big guy?"

And fuck, Ian's just gonna go for it. Just gonna indulge a little, the fantasy of all those stories he's been sneaking in at night playing out right in front of him on this beautiful Sunday afternoon. "It's so hot when you talk like that..."

He murmurs it into Mickey's ear. Finds comfort in being able to hide his face from him, because he's definitely blushing a deep red when Mickey feeds into it - "What...talkin' 'bout you knockin' me up...?" - because of course he does.

And all Ian can do is hum in affirmation, his hold around his husband tightening as he drags his lips down the side of his warm neck, looking for his pulse point. "Mhm..."

Because that's hot...right? Ian laying Mickey out and pumping a nice big load into him? Getting him pregnant? Taking care of him while Mickey carries his child? Yeah, he knows it's not realistic and yeah, he knows it's a little fucked up, but come on... All those stories are kinda onto something.

In the kitchen's golden afternoon light, Mickey presses his ass back into his lap, teasing at the very obvious bulge in Ian's jeans. "Ya know, stud...we could make a baby right now..."

It's got heat and pleasure spreading through Ian's lap - up through his chest. Holy fuck. "Yeah...?" He fucking loves this man. "Want me to getchya pregnant, baby?"

"Mhm... Want ya to stick this big ol' cock in me and knot me up..."

And Ian is so blindly horny that it almost slips past him. He's so ready to haul Mickey into their bedroom and crack open the new lube but then he-... Wait a minute... He just said-...

Ian grows still behind him, embarrassment waiting in the wings as he carefully asks it. "How do you know that word...?"

"What... Knot...?" He can't see Mickey's face, but god damn he can hear the smirk on his lips. "Same reason I know your phone password..."

And oh... Ohhh boy, should Ian be having a crisis?

No. No, he doesn't think so. Because even with his search history fresh in mind, Mickey's playing along - feeding right into it, with another press of his ass into his lap and then a teasing brow raise as he starts for their bedroom.

"C'mon you alpha freak - come put a baby in me."

Ian stands for a second, at a loss for words in the middle of their kitchen.

But then they kick right in again - his animal instincts - and he's hot on Mickey's tail.

Fuck, he loves this man. He'll carry a thousand fucking grocery bags for him.

[ send me a smutty one-liner ]

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Adding another to the Polaroid series ! Hope yall enjoy