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Okay you guys.

IF YOU PRIMARILY DO NOT SPEAK ENGLISH reply with what you mentally call it, if you have a nickname for it or something

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oh my GOD, Jason. You DIED. We GET IT

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i’m not the kind of person that people miss

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can mutuals DM you?

Mutuals can throw me into a ceiling fan

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do you ever re-read your own wips like 'damn the bitch that wrote this oughta finish it'

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Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

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Fic updates

The good news is that chapters 13 of Imprint and Meandros are both going up on the 14th.

The other news is that I'm changing accounts on Ao3.

A week ago I started getting subscription emails on fics I didn't recognize. After some investigating, I saw some fics in my history, bookmarks and subs that I hadn't - and wouldn't - personally read. Long story short, someone else has had access to my account and has been using it to read and interact with fic on Ao3.

I've changed passwords for my Ao3 account and my email, purged my history, deleted subs, bookmarks and comments, but couldn't do away with any of the kudos. I'm a staunch defender of using tags and the rule of 'don't like, don't read', but I did not personally, nor did I choose, to read/interact with this content, and I don't want it attached to my name.

I found a how-to post on tumblr for transferring fics between two accounts. As I understand it, everyone's subs, reviews and bookmarks on the fics should travel with them to the new account, so nothing about this change should impact readers. Once I've moved everything over, I will be deleting my original account.

This is also your notice that I will be locking all of my fics to registered readers only due to the latest AI scrape. I'll do this while I'm transferring everything over to my new account.

The new chapters will come with an A/N alerting non-tumblr readers about the changes.

I hope y'all are doing well <3. As always, thank you for your patience.

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I think Tim would enjoy getting a temporary mild case of amnesia, so many opportunity’s to figure out secret identities again

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calling dragon fic readers:

What is something you're excited to happen in the story? What is something you're looking forward to, or has been hinted at that has you rabid?

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back to my roots

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Perhaps you should write some story. To help with the art block. Not at all for selfish reason. 😇

Say less 👀

“This is fucking stupid.”

“Noah.”

“You promised you’d get me out of my head. I’m not doing this bullshit.”

“Noah, quiet.”

Noah bites his tongue. He knows he’s pouting. Staring down at Gabriel’s worn boots between his knees.

He’s on the floor, Gabriel in a chair above him. Pinning him down with a hard stare that makes Noah bristle. He’d come here for one thing, and one thing only, and Gabriel isn’t delivering.

And he doesn’t know why.

Noah’s mind has been spinning in agonizing circles for week after shitty week. Replaying the last fight he’d had with Martin. He’s still angry. Fuming. And he needs it to stop, he knows he does, but he can’t get himself out of his own head when he’s like this. He needs help.

Which is why he’d gone to Gabriel.

Gabriel who’s not afraid to give him what he needs. Who’s not afraid to hurt him. Who doesn’t treat him like he’s fragile.

Gabriel who’s forcing his head up by his chin, fingers digging in harshly. That’s more like it.

“Do as you’re told.”

“But-”

Gabriel forces his head down by the back of his neck. “Pick up the brush.”

Noah fights the urge to argue with every fiber of his being. He’s so angry he’s near shaking with it. Gabriel has never done this to him before. Has never denied him what he’s after, not when he’s like this.

He needs the sharp sting of pain from a strike. Craves the creeping feeling of helplessness from being tied up or pinned down. Anything to make his head shut the fuck up.

This isn’t that. This is a different kind of cruel.

One that Noah isn’t sure he likes.

Gabriel’s hand hasn’t let up, and the strain across his back is enough to make him fumble for the brush.

It’s on the floor by his knees. Next to the assortment of supplies Gabriel has laid out for him.

He digs his thumb into the bristles when he picks it up, hoping they’ll be coarse enough to sting, but they’re surprisingly soft against his skin, bending eagerly underneath his touch.

“Good.” The hand around his neck eases off, but it doesn’t go away. Gabriel’s large palm is warm and heavy, comforting now, rather than punishing. “See the dirt and dust on them?” Gabriel shifts his feet. His right-hand boot comes to the outside of Noah’s thighs. The other he lifts to rest in his lap. Noah automatically closes his knees to give it a place to rest.

He’s wearing his old army boots. Noah has always liked these ones on him. They’re bulky and rugged to match their owner, and when he fits his hand around Gabriel’s sturdy ankle, the leather is worn supple with years of use.

There’s road dust and flecks of mud staining the leather, dulling the black to a worn gray.

“Take the laces out first, then brush them off. Get the worst of the dirt off them.”

The laces slip through the eyelets easily with the satisfying sound of cotton against metal and leather. They’re a little frayed in places, but they still feel strong and whole when Noah pulls on them.

The brush feels foreign in his hand. He clumsily runs the bristles along the boot, failing to see how this is good for anything at all. He could be face down in a stranger’s bed by now. Mind pleasantly blank and body hurting just right. But he’d gone to Gabriel instead. Had played it safe for once.

He regrets that now.

“Good. Here,” Gabe swaps his left boot for the right and Noah clenches his teeth as he repeats the process.

By the end the boots don’t look all that different. There’s less dust on them, sure, but they’re still looking past their prime.

“The damp cloth next. Wipe them down.”

“Gabriel-”

His whining is cut short. “Just trust me, Noah.” Noah scoffs but the urge to fight has lessened somewhat. Gabriel nudges him, “The cloth.”

Noah picks it up.

It’s cold to the touch and slightly slippery. Like there’s soap worked into it.

He scrubs it quickly across the toe of Gabriel’s boot, wanting to get this all over with.

The hand on the back of his neck tightens in warning and, inexplicably, Noah obeys. He gentles his hands, and so does Gabriel.

Something changes in him then. Like something clicks. The steady push and pull of Gabriel’s control over him, even now, settles across him like a blanket.

The urge to resist has all but disappeared. In its stead is a growing need to do well. To make sure Gabriel is pleased with him.

Noah runs the cloth up the tongue of the boot. Making sure to work the dirt out from the crease where it connects to the edges overlapping it.

Gabriel shifts his foot subtly as Noah works his way around the shape of it. The treads of his soles dig in between his knees every now and then, allowing him a tempting hint of friction.

Yet somehow that’s become secondary to the task in front of him.

Noah is almost startled to realize he’s turned on by this. Like it’s crept up on him while he wasn’t paying attention.

He only realizes how wet he is when Gabriel grinds his boot down a little harder, making Noah drop the cloth to clutch at his ankle, forehead tipped down to rest against a broad knee.

Gabriel doesn’t take it further than that though, and by the time Noah has picked up the rag again and finished wiping down the leather, Noah is well and truly floating.

He almost doesn’t hear it when Gabriel gives him his next set of instructions. “Huh?”

Gabe just smiles at him and cups his cheek in a large hand. “You’re doing so well for me. Keep going.” He bends to take the damp cloth from him. “Pick up that little tin next.”

Noah finds it after blinking himself back to reality just a little more.

He struggles with the lid for a moment, Gabriel just watches him fondly as he tries to make sense of the thing. He can feel himself blushing at the condescending little smirk on his face.

He gets it eventually, twisting the tab that makes the lid pop free.

The contents are pitch black and the smell stings his nose at first, but once he gets used to it it’s almost pleasant.

“Get some on your fingers and work it into the leather.”

Noah knows it’ll stain his skin. He knows that’s why Gabriel is making him use his bare fingers.

Rubbing the polish into the leather is strangely meditative, and Noah lets himself get lost in the repetitive motions, allowing his hands to work on autopilot.

He only realizes he’s been drooping forwards when his head comes to rest against Gabriel’s knee.

Gabe traces patterns on the back of his neck while he works. Fingers dipping below the collar of his shirt, making goosebumps break out across his skin.

He looses track of just how much time he spends doing this.

His hands are black up to his wrists by the time he’s done, and the whole room must smell like shoe polish by now.

Gabriel doesn’t speak his last command out loud. He just puts the brush back in Noah’s hand and shifts so that Noah can press his cheek to the inside of his thigh, while still being able to see what he’s doing.

The soft bristles of the brush brings the previously dull leather to a pleasing shine. Gleaming black under the lights when Gabriel tilts his boot to inspect Noah’s work.

“That’s perfect, sweetheart. Very good. Listened so well for me, didn’t you?”

Noah lets the brush drop to the floor and winds his arms around Gabriel’s middle. He hides his face against the plush warmth of his stomach and feels the praise wash over him when Gabe continues to coo at him.

Just when Noah’s knees start complaining, Gabe scoops him up and carries him over to the couch. He gets them both arranged comfortably, Noah laid half on top of him with his head tucked up underneath his chin.

When a thick blanket is tugged up and over him, all the way up to his nose, Noah can feel just how exhausted he really is.

The last few weeks on the road catch up to him like an avalanche, and the last thing he thinks before the pull of sleep whisks him away is that Gabriel must have seen that exhaustion on him, clear as day, and had known exactly what Noah really needed.

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Masterpost

hello! i realized i needed one of these. probably. maybe.

intro: hi hi hi! i'm haleswallows. please feel welcome to call me hale, hales, or hans. they/them, not a person most days but i try.

i am also haleswallows on ao3 all of my work is free to podfic, or open for your inspiration should it sing to you. just link me in some way, so i can holler wordlessly at the moon with joy.

May 27 Update: some housekeeping.

🔹️i am on indefinite haitus from writing. the ao3 author curse got me. im not really here on tumblr, i am semi-active on discord. mutuals are welcome to ask me for my discord to keep in touch, if they'd like.

🔹️ my fics are currently available on ao3. comments are open to users with an account -- this is open to change. if previous harassment renews, all comments will be locked. if that harassment makes it to tumblr again, i plan to orphan everything and discontinue all WIPs.

🔹️ thank you everyone for the kindness. i appreciate the readers who were supportive, and i feel poorly to leave the readers waiting for updates hanging. i didn't mean for this to happen, im truly sorry to let you down.

tags of note: #artprobz for my art #my writing for my writing (wow creative) #dragon fic for the 'Between a Rock & a Dragon's Egg' Danny/Tim AU #Promises Promises for the Danny/Tim fake dating AU #Deathless Death for the Bar Owner&GNC!Danny/Jason Pet Play Series #pain on main for the Danny/Jason Shared Pain Soulmates AU (on indefinite break)

(perpetually under construction: check back for updates)

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Masterpost

hello! i realized i needed one of these. probably. maybe.

intro: hi hi hi! i'm haleswallows. please feel welcome to call me hale, hales, or hans. they/them, not a person most days but i try.

i am also haleswallows on ao3 all of my work is free to podfic, or open for your inspiration should it sing to you. just link me in some way, so i can holler wordlessly at the moon with joy.

May 27 Update: some housekeeping.

🔹️i am on indefinite haitus from writing. the ao3 author curse got me. im not really here on tumblr, i am semi-active on discord. mutuals are welcome to ask me for my discord to keep in touch, if they'd like.

🔹️ my fics are currently available on ao3. comments are open to users with an account -- this is open to change. if previous harassment renews, all comments will be locked. if that harassment makes it to tumblr again, i plan to orphan everything and discontinue all WIPs.

🔹️ thank you everyone for the kindness. i appreciate the readers who were supportive, and i feel poorly to leave the readers waiting for updates hanging. i didn't mean for this to happen, im truly sorry to let you down.

tags of note: #artprobz for my art #my writing for my writing (wow creative) #dragon fic for the 'Between a Rock & a Dragon's Egg' Danny/Tim AU #Promises Promises for the Danny/Tim fake dating AU #Deathless Death for the Bar Owner&GNC!Danny/Jason Pet Play Series #pain on main for the Danny/Jason Shared Pain Soulmates AU (on indefinite break)

(perpetually under construction: check back for updates)

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Does your birthday fall on the anniversary of a major historical event?

Yes

No

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i am back, kind of

please be normal. I am literally begging.