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I saw this on Twitter and I had to make a VegasPete Version with Venice

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"I've never seen you at the club"

Okay, well, I've never seen you on ao3 reading fanfictions in the middle of the night

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✨happy new year vp nation✨

✨may you all be blessed with joy and kindness and great vegaspete content to create and devour✨

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🍓

here's the gift I made for @thisautistic for the @kptssecretsanta!~

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This is my gift to @epikhightechnology for the Kpts secret Santa!

It took everything in me to wait this long to post this. I loved creating it so much!

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It’s that time of year to say no to the Salvation Army.

Never forget they let a Trans woman die instead of helping her.

Never forget they have tossed entire families on the street for having an LGBT child.

Never forget they tell non Christian families that unless they convert they will not help them.

Never forget that the Salvation Army is bigoted and hateful, many of the bell ringers routinely heckle and harass LGBT couples.

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i am Not sexualizing that man. he is doing that to himself. i am just happily along for the ride

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if you're worried about the new ToS for AO3, please remember that you are primed to distrust because of the way politics are intertwining with the internet right now. remember to look into definitions yourself, fact check, and look through the logic lense before jumping to conclusions.

AFAIK right now, the update clarifies terms that have already existed. it's not changing as much as it is clarity-rewriting. i'm still looking through the legalese (law student, i'm learning as I go) and I will be checking in again later, but don't despair.

however, don't get lax. download fics, connect with the authors, build out your communities. comment and bookmark and save, and please don't stop writing.

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Me: *on tumblr, minding my business*

My next chapter, sitting unfinished:

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“While many people think fanfiction is about inserting sex into texts (like Tolkien’s) where it doesn’t belong, Brancher sees it differently: “I was desperate to read about sex that included great friendship; I was repurposing Tolkien’s text in order to do that. It wasn’t that friendship needed to be sexualized, it was that erotica needed to be … friendship-ized.” Many fanfiction writers write about sex in conjunction with beloved texts and characters not because they think those texts are incomplete, but because they’re looking for stories where sex is profound and meaningful. This is part of what makes fan fiction different from pornography: unlike pornography, fanfic features characters we already care deeply about, and who tend to already have long-standing and complex relationships with each other. It’s a genre of sexual subjectification: the very opposite of objectification. It’s benefits with friendship.”

— Francesca Coppa, “Introduction to The Dwarf’s Tale,” The Fanfiction Reader (via francescacoppa)

Someone put it into words. I gotta sit down

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Day 11: VegasPete - Naps

I feel like both. Vegas and Pete struggled with sleeping due to their unpredictable and chaotic lives. Pete had to be alert because he was a guard and Vegas had to be alert because he was in the Mafia and his dad. So after the events of KP they definitely started sleeping better and now Macau often finds the cuddled up and taking naps at random times because they finally feel safe enough to do that.

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Chapter 11 is here👀

🔥79k🔥 ❗️Explicit❗️Graphic Depictions of Violence ❗️✨ Slow Burn ✨ Mafia Pete ✨ Angst with a Happy Ending ✨

When he and his grandmother owe the minor family a debt, Pete finds himself pushed deeper into the mafia world than ever before. Working for Vegas sounds like Pete’s idea of Hell. But when feelings develop and lives are on the line, will the Devil finally admit he’s met his match?

⬇️❗️TW Description of death❗️⬇️

Pete was out of breath when he finally realised where his father was. He’d ridden as far as he could before dumping his bike, hoping to go unnoticed. He hated him, yet the twisted bond of father and son loyalty was a burden he carried on his shoulders permanently. It forced Pete to follow him into whatever dire predicament he found himself in.

He just…couldn’t help it.

It looked like he was in the middle of some shady drug deal when he approached a side alley and found his father there with three shifty-looking guys who appeared far from friendly. It wasn’t unusual for Pete to see him in such situations. He was so used to it that he carried spare cash hidden on his person, with the sole purpose of bailing his father out when he owed someone a debt.

There was something about this particular encounter that felt different in a way that Pete didn’t like. He did not recognise the men surrounding him, which, though not unheard of, caused alarm bells to ring in his mind this time. The clothes they were wearing suggested they were not locals. Clean and put together, slick back hair, shiny chains and gold teeth didn’t belong in the back alley of a rundown village. These were not the sort that his father predictably did business with.

Hidden in the shadows, something in his gut told him that he should stay put. That he shouldn’t run in to save the day like he usually would. His feet were stuck, refusing to walk forward no matter how hard he tried to move.

He wished he were closer as he watched the men pin his father to the wall, speaking close to his face in hushed tones, saying words that Pete couldn’t hear. It was amazing they had gotten to that point without his father making a scene. The trouble he was in must be significantly worse than usual. And yet, still, Pete could not bring himself to move even when one of them pulled out a knife—a switchblade that was not unlike the one currently in his pocket.

His hand moved, feeling the shape of it in his jeans, his body freezing even though he knew he should help. That was his father, his useless, piece of shit father, about to be killed, and the only thought going through his mind was that he wished he had the guts to do it himself.

But alas, he was frozen. Stiff in the darkness as he watched his father be brutally stabbed. Over and over and over and over. And even when the men left, he still didn’t want to move. The body of his father, lying there crumpled on the filthy floor, dead. He didn’t know how long it took him to shuffle out of his hiding place, but he made his feet walk toward the body. A morbid curiosity made him need to look. The need to witness the light absent from his eyes, the still pulse, the unmoving chest.

The sight was harrowing, but he could only feel relief.

After calmly walking back to his motorcycle and driving back to the casino, he got off his bike and threw up.

Someone rushed over to him, but he couldn’t tell you who.

His memory is blank after that.

Link to chapter one ➡️ here ⬅️

Link to all chapters ➡️ here ⬅️

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Inktober day 10: Caught

This an au where Kinn and Vegas don’t hate each other as much and just kinda annoy each other the way family does. Vegas and Pete get caught making out. Pete is freaking out because “omg I just made out with my Boss’s cousin”. Vegas is smug because he made out with Pete

Kinn is just tired and absolutely done.

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Inktober day 9: VegasPete - Bodyguard

This is part of the “What if Pete was a Minor Family bodyguard?” Au.

Vegas is really just trying to rile Pete with his intense gazing and the excuse of needing his cigarette lit to get really close to Pete.

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Inktober day 8: VegasPete wedding

Listen I just want them happy and in love. They would take “till death do us part” and turn it into “not even death can’t take you away from me”

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Inktober day 7: VegasPete - possessive/jealousy

Pete got jealous after someone tried to flirt with Vegas during one of their meetings so now Pete sits on Vegas lap to let everyone know he’s taken. Vegas is not gonna complain and just enjoys it.